ticketstomydaydreams

[ticketstomydaydreams]

fictional cock as a coping mechanism

[ticketstomydaydreams]

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Fuck buddies I

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol

Author’s note: Little series I’ve started, haven’t exactly planned out how many parts but let me know what you think of part one!

Your phone vibrates again and it takes all your self-control to not roll over and look at it. You know exactly who’s texting you and you know exactly how those messages will make you feel. The butterflies will start in the pit of your stomach, your heart will begin to beat a bit faster, your breathing will be sharper. Your mind will begin looping multiple scenarios through your head. All of these amazing things that could happen if you play the situation out in exactly the right way but that wouldn’t be real. You wouldn’t be real. You’d just be saying exactly what he wants to hear or at least what you think he wants to hear.

For now, you just want to sleep. You just want to stay curled up in your bed, not thinking about him. If only he didn’t have a mind or plans of his own.

You’re sweating, disorientated and pissed off. The banging on your front door rings through your ears again and you scramble to your feet. You’re trying to find your way to the bedroom door in the dark which causes you to trip over multiple pieces of discarded clothing and pairs of shoes. You swear as you stumble your way into the dark hallway and to your front door. You slam open the front door, ready to rip the inconsiderate dick a new one but all the words trap in your throat as you look up at the equally angry man starting back at you.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” Colson glares at you through bloodshot eyes. You continue to stand there staring at him, which only pisses him off more. “I swear to god Y/N if you don’t answer the fucking question I will spank you right here in the hallway.”

“I-I was asleep I guess,” you fumble out the words nervously. You don’t even believe you and that’s a problem.

He looks like he’s come from somewhere other than his house. He’s wearing black jeans, a black tee with a leather jacket over the top and his infamous black boots. You can smell the alcohol on him and you can tell by the flush in his cheeks that he’s drunk as fuck.

“You can’t hear when your phone goes off? I’ve called you like six fucking times in the last hour!”

You want to calm him but your brain is still too half asleep to even form the idea of what you would say to him. All you can do is step aside, a silent invitation into your apartment. He huffs but pushes passed you anyway, heading straight to your bedroom. You follow timidly behind him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he instructs in that eerily calm voice that makes your insides quiver.

You follow his instructions and lay down on the bed. His eyes are watching you, roaming your body as if he hasn’t seen it almost a hundred times before. His pupils dilate and his body stiffens as you perch yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. He tears his t-shirt off, only taking his eyes off you for a second. He kicks his shoes off and his pants are the next thing to go. He stands at the edge of your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight boxers.

“Take them off for me,” he demands and you scramble to the edge of the bed to do as he asks.

You pull his boxers down, slow as to savour the moment but not too slow as to piss him off. He watches you the whole time and you can literally feel yourself dripping all over your bedsheets. The control this man has over you is like no other. Once his boxers are removed, he kicks them away too and places his fingers on the centre of your chest, pushes you back gently onto the bed. You hold your breath, waiting for his next move.

Before you can even release the breath he has you flipped onto your stomach and begins spanking your ass cheeks so hard, you cry out in a mixture of pain and shock. He swaps between cheeks as you pant.

“Never fucking ignore me again,” he growls as he continues his assault on your now raw behind. “Answer me!”

“Ok!” you cry out and suddenly his hand stops punishing you.

He grabs your hips and pulls you upwards off the bed so you’re on all fours. You hear him spit and you assume he is lubing himself up. He placed himself at your entrance, giving you a second of warning, before he plows into you. You call out with pleasure this time as wave after wave of it hits you like no other. He pounds you over and over like a man on a mission and all you can do is moan.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you slut?!” he growls as he keeps up his insane rhythm. “Answer me!”

“Yes baby, I fucking love when y-you…pound me like that!” you pant as you feel an orgasm begin to build.

The feeling of Colson inside you is like no other. He hits all the right spots, he angles himself so perfectly that he completely buried himself in you. He wants to feel you crumble, he wants that toe curling, lung exploding ecstasy to hit you without any warning.

You don’t have a split second to think before suddenly your body is uncoiling and your orgasm hits you like a brick wall.

“Fuck Colson!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

You couldn’t care less right now that you live in an apartment building with paper thin walls. All that matters right now is him. He flips you onto your back and grabs both of your legs to hook over his shoulders. He hitting you deeper now, your orgasm still spiralling down as he finds new angles.

“That’s it baby, I want to feel that slutty pussy of yours squeeze me.”

You’re barely conscious of what’s going on around you but love every fucking minute of it. You flex your pussy on his dick and he moans so loudly that your skin erupts in goosebumps. He leans down and kisses you for the first time since he arrived. His kiss is slow and gentle but there is an intensity behind you that makes you quiver.

“I’m not going to last much longer but I want that pussy to cum for me one more time,” he tells you in a strained tone. You can tell he’s trying to be intimidating but he struggling to keep it together.

He picks up his speed again but this time, he reaches a hand down to your pussy and uses his thumb to rub and flick your clit. You moan and thrash as he adds stir after stir of pleasure to your body. Your stomach muscles tighten and your vision blurs as the biggest orgasm of your life drops down on you.

“Holyyyy shittttt!” you scream as your body releases and you squirt all over Colson’s dick.

“Fuck yes baby!” he calls out as he slams into harder and faster.

Before you can even come down from your high, Colson lets out one more strangled moan before slamming into you one last time. You feel his cock erupt inside you, twitching against your walls. He drops your legs and collapses his head onto your shoulder, panting and mumbling curses under his breath.

You lie there for a while, still connected to each other, as your heart rate settles and your breathing slows. Eventually Colson rolls off you and out of you and drags you up the bed to your pillow. You lie your head down onto it, your earlier exhaustion suddenly hitting you again. Colson goes to the bathroom and you hear the toilet flush before he returns.

You try to not focus on exactly what he’s doing because you already know what’s going to happen. The same thing that happens every other time. He’s going to put his clothes back on, he’s going to kiss you on the cheek, thank you for the best sex ever and then he’s going to leave. This leaves you lying in your bed, as your self-esteem plummets and your heart cracks just that little bit more, hoping, wondering, questioning why you can’t be more than just a fuck buddy to him. What is so wrong with you that you could never be someone worth spending the night with.

“That was-“ Colson begins but you cut him off because you know exactly how he’s going to finish that sentence.

“Fucking amazing,” you say flatly.

If he picks up on your tone, he doesn’t say anything or show it on his face. You don’t want to look at him but you know he’s watching you so you have to look up him briefly from beneath your lashes.

“You’re still coming tomorrow night, right?” he asks, an excited tone creeping into his voice.

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday party for the world,” you grimace and that he definitely notices because you see his brow crease for a second before his big smile slips right back into place.

“Damn straight!” he smirks at you.

He leans down and kisses your cheek, same as every other time, only this time he hovers for a second longer than usual before pulling away. You try not to pin too much onto that way moment of hesitation bit clogs begin to turn in your mind.

When you hear the front door close, you curl your body into a ball as tears begin to fill your eyes and a soft sob breaks from your lips. You hug your blanket as your chest begins to ache and your body shakes.

Why does he always have to leave and why the fuck does it hurt so much?

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Fuck Buddies II

Warning: swearing, drinking

You throw back the shot of tequila, the familiar burn hitting the back of your throat. The music from the DJ booth is literally making your chest thump and there’s so many bodies pressed up around you that you’re not even sure where yours begins and ends. You can feel Rook and Sophie’s eyes on you and you know you’re worrying them but right now, you honestly couldn’t give a fuck. You just wanted to not care anymore. You wanted to be able to ignore Colson with the different women hanging off him. You wanted to be able to ignore the fact that they’re so attractive that it makes you feel like Shrek in comparison. You wanted to be so indifferent to what was happening that you could smile and give him a cheery thumbs up every time he looked your way. 

It’s not like you planned this sort of arrangement with Colson in advance. It just kind of happened one night. You were drunk and horny and he was there. It was hot as fuck and you were addicted but while you were seeing Colson in this whole new way, lying in your bed panting your way back to reality, he was getting dressed. Your whole epiphany was shattered and you were left lying there, confused and hurt. You scrubbed your body raw in the shower, trying to get rid of the dirty, disgusting feeling that plagued you. You scrubbed every spot his lips touched, every bit of skin he gently stroked. Every move that made you feel like this was more than it was. You couldn’t rid yourself of the embarrassment and the shame. What made it worse was that the next time you saw him, he acted the same as always, like nothing about what you did together affected him. That cut deeper than anything else.

“Hey, you’re kind of going really hard on those tequila shots!” Rook yells at you over the music. “Maybe you should take a little break?”

“I’m fine Rook, stop stressing!” You shrug him off and push through the crowd. 

You feel bad for snapping at Rook but you’re so sick of everyone seeing you as this fragile little girl who needs saving. You’ve been a perfectly fine, full-fledged adult, living alone in LA for the past 4 years, you don’t need anyone to hold your hand and even if you did, the one person you want to has his tongue rammed down the throat of some groupie. 

You find the smoking area outside and decide to hide out until all the alcohol in your system hits. You figure it shouldn’t take long, you’ve barely eaten all day and you had 2 cocktails before you got to the club. You thought celebrating Colson’s birthday would be fun. You’d get to hang out, drink, maybe do some dancing. Instead, you’re hiding and inhaling secondhand smoke from complete strangers. 

“Hey, can I bum a light?” A tall, ruggedly handsome man asks, sitting down next to you. An unlit cigarette hangs from his full rosey lips. He has an accent but your mind can’t exactly place it.

“Sorry, I don’t smoke,” you smile politely at him, trying to ignore his beautiful chocolate coloured eyes. 

“Then why is a beautiful woman like you sitting in the smoking area all by yourself?” He quirks an eyebrow at you and your insides quiver slightly. 

You know you don’t have to answer him. You think you should just tell him to leave you alone. You know you should stop sulking and go back inside with all of your friends but something about the way he watches you makes you want to stay. 

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m a reformed smoker and I just love the smell every now and again?” He chuckles at you and you want to hear that sound over and over again. 

“I would, if you weren’t sitting as far away from all the smokers as you are and if you actually looked like you wanted to be out here.”

“So, Mr Observant, why’d you ask me for a light?” It’s your turn to quirk an eyebrow at him. 

“I wanted to know what was making a beautiful woman, such as yourself, sit out here looking so miserable?”

You look at him and something about his kind and deep eyes makes you want to spill your guts almost immediately. You feel like you’ve seen him before, somewhere but you can’t quite place him. You don’t really want to get into specifics but it would be nice to have an objective party listen to the problem and possibly render a solution. 

“The guy I like barely even knows I exist and if I stay in there,” you nudge your chin towards the club, “I’ll have to sit there and watch as every woman throws herself at him.”

“Oh, I see,” he grimaces and you feel a little bad for the guy. He probably just thought he was going to be able to hit on some random chick and here she is spilling her pathetic love life to him. 

“Sorry, I probably should’ve just lied and said the music was too loud,” you mumble, fiddling with your finger nails like you always do when you’re uncomfortable. 

“No, it’s fine. I get that feeling completely. I’m just trying to think how I could help with your predicament?” 

You look up at the kind stranger and smile. The returning smile he gives you makes your skin erupt with goosebumps and your back straighten. It may be the tequila kicking in but this guy is hot! He’s tall, deep brown hair falls down across his forehead and he has the kindest, warmest eyes. You feel so comfortable talking to him that you almost forget why you came out here in the first place. 

You spot a bleach blonde mop of hair pushing through the crowd and you push your body as far back into the corner of the seating and your new friend spots exactly what you’re staring at. He grabs your chin and turns you to face him. His eyes are boring into your own with such intensity, your breath hitches in your throat. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks barely above a whisper. You can’t speak. All you can do is nod your head. 

He leans into you and presses his lips softly to yours. His lips are slightly parted and you can taste the vodka on his breath. The feeling of his lips on yours is so inviting that you find yourself immediately kissing him back. You run your fingers through his hair, latching onto the strands like they’re the only thing holding you to the earth. He moans softly into your mouth and your body shakes at the sound of his pleasure. You’re so lost in the moment that you almost forget you need to breathe. The aching in your lungs is the only thing that can make you pull away. You gasp as you try to catch your breath. You can’t help but chuckle at how freeing that felt. You look back to the door and the blonde hair has disappeared. You feel a ball begin to form in the pit of your stomach but you push the thought away. He started this.

“What was that?” you giggle, eyeing the handsome man beside you. The tequila has definitely hit your system now.

“I was just testing a theory,” he grins at you before pulling out a cigarette packet from his pocket.

“Oh yeah? And what theory was that?” you eye the cigarette dangling between those sweet lips and almost miss his answer.

“That whoever that guy is feels the same way about you as you feel about him.”

“And what have you concluded from your experiment?”

“That he’s desperately in love with you.”

You burst out laughing, physically holding your sides to stop them from splitting, you're laughing that hard. You have to gasp for breath as you start to calm down. It feels nice to relax and just laugh for once. Whenever you’re around Colson, you feel so on edge that you’re scared you may just fall off the precipice. You never feel like you can relax and just enjoy the moment. You like this feeling of not caring and you want to hold onto it forever but that’s not reality.

“I should go back to my friends but thank you for listening and for one of the best kisses of my life,” you stand and smile down at the man whose name you still don’t know. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Give me your phone,” he holds out his hand. You place your unlocked phone in the palm of his hand. He types away quickly before handing the phone back to you. “Call me if you ever want to do it again sometime.” 

With that, he stands and heads over to a group of guys standing on the other side of the smoking area. You stare after him for a few moments before turning your attention to your phone. He’s put his name and number in your phone and the name is jumping out at you like you should recognise it but you can’t for some reason. You head back to the nightclub and as you step in, someone grabs your arm and yanks you towards an emergency exit. You’re too drunk to resist the stranger and you stumble numbly behind them.

The door opens and you’re now standing in a poorly lit alleyway, a very pissed off Colson glaring at you. You’re not sure if it’s the unbelievable tension or the alcohol in your veins but you smile goofily at him. This just seems to piss him off more and he throws his beer bottle against the brick wall. You don’t flinch, you don’t even move as the glass shatters and beer spills everywhere.

“What the fuck Y/N?” he screams at you but you don’t care. “Are you trying to make me look like a fucking fool?”

Your brain can’t exactly work out why he’s so pissed or what the hell he’s talking about but that’s got less to do with the alcohol and more with the fact that you don’t care anymore. He can be as pissed off as he wants, he’s not killing your vibe because he’s having a hissy fit over God knows what. You just stand there, waiting for him to speak again and when he doesn’t you just stare at him. 

He looks hot in a light blue dress shirt with only the last two buttons done up leaving the shirt open enough that you can see all the tattoos that litter his chest and top half of his stomach. He’s wearing tight black jeans, which outlines his crotch perfectly, and black Converse High Tops. He’s practically blowing out steam from his nostrils at this point but you don’t give a fuck. Colson doesn’t scare you, he never has. 

You take a few steps towards him and he watches you warily. You bite your bottom lip as you stand in front of him and his gaze zeroes in on the movement. You lean up on your tippy toes and graze the tip of your nose against the bulging vein in his neck, up towards his jawline. His breath quivers at your touch and you run your fingernails up his arms to his exposed skin on his chest. He’s practically panting now and you love the control. He never lets you take the lead like this and the whole new experience is making you wet. You go to loop your hands around the back of his neck but he grabs your wrists and shoves you away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” he spits at you and normally the rejection would shatter you but right now you feel nothing but desire. You step towards him again but he moves out of your reach. “I SAID FUCKING STOP!”

“Oh I forgot, we only fuck when you want to right?” you snort and he scowls at you. “I forgot that you’re in charge and I’m just supposed to be here, waiting, ready for when you want to use and abuse me.”

“Don’t act fucking innocent. You love it,” he spits at you and you almost slap his stupid face. You clench and unclench your fists at your side, holding yourself together. “You love when I spank your ass raw, when I pound into you so you can’t fucking walk the next day.”

“Yeah, it’s my great fucking joy in love Colson.”

You turn on your heels and start to leave the alleyway. You can’t be bothered going back inside and pretending like you’re happy to be there. You’re so done with faking it and you’re done with Colson. Yet again, you stupidly thought tonight would be different than any other time with Colson. You can’t keep convincing yourself that anything about your ‘friendship’ with him will change. Friends with benefits is a fucking sadistic concept and no one should be dumb enough to convince themself that it would be any different for them.

“Why were you crying last night?” he calls after you and you stop dead in your tracks, your blood running cold. 

“Wh-what?” you turn around and look at him dumbfounded. You feel like you’ve instantly sobered up just from that one question.

“I heard you before I left. I went to leave but I wanted some water and when I was standing in your kitchen, I heard you. Why?”

“I-I wasn’t, you…you must’ve heard wrong,” you trip over your words as you try to think of some explanation and his features shift. He storms towards you and stands in your space.

“WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!?” he screams, as close to your face as humanly possible.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! FUCK! DO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?!” you scream back at him and he stumbles back. He doesn’t say anything, he just turns and walks away, leaving you standing alone in the alley, broken and hurt.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Unrequited

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

Chasing after a guy who’s not interested in you will rip the hell out of your self-respect. Better to face facts now because the longer you put it off, the harder it’ll be. - Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Call me irresistible)

You watch as Colson absentmindedly strums his fingers across the strings of his guitar. His face had that set of concentration that he always had when writing music. A deep line between his brows as he stared at the blank writing paper in front of him, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, his blue eyes scanning the page like somehow inspiration would jump out and slap him in the face. As much as you don’t want to admit it, even to yourself, that when he looks like that he is the most beautiful specimen in the world.

He didn’t often get writer’s block and you knew how much it annoyed him. You know that there is a sea of thoughts swirling around in his mind but he just can’t pinpoint anything that makes sense. Something that will give him enough material to write an entire song. You can see the frustration with every passing minute so you decide to try and help him find an idea.

“What about unrequited love?” you suggest softly. He looks up startled, like he completely forgot you were even in the room. Story of your life.

“What about it?” he huffs as he throws his pen down and leans back in his chair.

“You could write something about a person who has felt unrequited love and how terrible it makes them feel.”

“As fascinating as that would be to write, I have to use something that I’ve experienced. It makes the lyrics flow better when I’m drawing on my own life.”

“I could give you some ideas.”

Boy do you have ideas about unrequited love. You could write a whole book on the last week alone. If you knew how much pining after someone who could never notice you felt, you would’ve stayed far away from Colson.

“Ok, what’s the worst part about unrequited love then, Miss Expert?” Colson rolls his eyes but he picks up his pen anyway.

“The worst part?” you ask him and he nods. “The pain of thinking the only reason they don’t love you back is because you’re not good enough. It creates this soul crushing self-doubt. It awakens this little voice in the back of your head that gets louder and louder with every passing moment you spend with them. It’s this dreadful feeling that you’re missing something about yourself that everyone but you can see. This thing that makes you unloveable, unwanted, undesirable and you spend all this time trying to work out what it is. You obsess over it every time you lay down to go to sleep. You fight as hard as you can to shut the voice up and push the doubt down but nothing you do works.”

“Wow, have you ever thought of writing a book? That shit would be heartbreaking and intriguing all at the same time. You’re fucking deep.”

Love me then you whisper in your mind. You push the thought down into that little box in the back of your brain that holds all your horrible doubts and painful thoughts. The longer you sit here basically telling Colson how much his lack of attention to your feelings hurts you, the worse you’ll feel when you lay down in bed tonight to obsess over everything. You realise that spending all this time with Colson, especially one on one, is so detrimental to your mental health that you finally decide to have the conversation you’ve been dreading.

“Hey Col, can we talk about something?” you wring your fingers together nervously as he looks up from his writing.

“That sounds fucking awful,” he laughs but when you don’t laugh back, his face drops a little. “Yeah sure, what’s on your mind?”

“I don’t actually really know how to start this but I guess I just have to say it.” you stand up so you can pace and avoid eye contact at the same time. “Over the last few months, we’ve grown really close and I’ve appreciated our friendship so much but I just can’t do it anymore. It’s not anything you’ve done or said but I just can’t be in your life anymore and be true to myself at the same time. So, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need some space from you and everyone else to get myself in a better headspace.”

You finally turn your head to look at Colson and he’s staring at you like you’ve grown a second head. You’re trying to distinguish what his expression means but it doesn’t take much to work it out. He’s pissed. He stands to his feet so fast that you begin to feel panicked. He tosses his guitar onto the couch and throws the pen down in such a rage that you physically take a step back out of fear. His nostrils are flared, he has a look in his eyes that is pure rage and his hands are balled up in fists. He says nothing to you. He just turns on his heels and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You sink down onto the closest chair and begin to silently cry, staring at his discarded pen. A metaphor for how you feel Colson sees you. Useless and unwanted.

You take a few minutes to pull yourself together. Once you’ve composed yourself, you decide that you need to give Colson a better explanation but you know him well enough to know that trying to talk to him now would be pointless so you do the next best thing. You grab his pen and notepad and scribble out a message for him.

I know what I said probably makes no sense to you but you need know why I need space. In the last few months, I’ve fallen in love with you but I know that you could never see me as anything more than a friend. Being your friend has always been such an honour to me but my heart wants more.

You are an amazing human, so kind and loving and I think that’s part of the reason I fell for you so hard. You just happen to come into my life by pure chance and you were so different to anyone I’d ever met. I can talk to you, like really talk to you, about anything. You never judge me or try to force your opinions and thoughts on me. You include me in your life in a way I never thought anyone would. You’ve brought me out of my shell and made me a better person for it.

I know that me saying all these things about why I love having you in my life is the reason I can’t have you in my life right now, is the most confusing hypocrisy ever but it’s just what I need right now.

You will always be special to me and I want you to know that.

Love always, Y/N xo

You fold the note up and tuck it under the strings of his guitar, wiping away a few stray tears. You grab your stuff and cautiously open the door and look both ways down the hallway to make sure Colson is not there waiting for you. You quickly rush out the front door and to your car in one swift movement. You drive halfway down the road before you can start doubting leaving him that note.

He deserved to know you keep telling yourself over and over, the whole way home. Once your through your front door, you sink to the ground and sobs erupt from your chest as you realise what you just did. You cut Colson out of your life while also admitting to him how you feel. It’s the worst kind of relief. You’re relieved because he knows how you feel now but it’s a bitter relief because you’ll never know what his response would’ve been. As much as you wanted to believe that a few months away from him would be enough to get over your feelings you know, and you’re pretty sure he knows as well, that your friendship is over. It’s kind of good in a way to not know what he thinks. At least this way he can’t reject you to your face.

Life will be easier now you tell yourself. This way you won’t have to be constantly reminded of your unrequited love. It won’t hit you in the face every time you see Colson smile or hear him laugh. You won’t feel that pang in your heart every time you see him flirting with another woman. You won’t get that knot in your stomach each time you meet his new girlfriend or see pictures of him and a woman in a tabloid. The distance will help you bury it all away. One thing you know for sure, Colson will definitely stay away from you now. At least that’s what you thought.

You drag yourself up off the floor and decide to have a shower and put your pyjamas on. You don’t care that it’s only 5 o’clock in the evening and you haven’t even had dinner yet. You don’t feel hungry anyway. The hot water of the shower is not as calming as you’d hope it would be. You just end up standing under the water feeling like a fool for believing water would have any control over your emotions. You shut the water off and dry yourself off. You put on your fluffy, pink pyjama pants, that are covered with white sheep, and you pull on a plain white t-shirt.

You crawl into your bed and hide yourself under the covers, willing yourself to fall into a deep sleep for a month or two. You’re kind of annoyed, now that you think about it, that Colson didn’t say anything before he stormed out. What the hell did that even mean? You tell him you need a break from him and he storms off like a petulant toddler who's been told he can’t have candy? What an immature reaction to a very serious and difficult conversation.

The more you obsess over it, the more enraged you become. It’s not like it was an easy thing to admit. It’s not like you really want him out of your life. It’s not like you said it because you can’t stand to be around him anymore. You want nothing more than to be with him 24/7 but you want to be with him. You want more than you know he’s willing to offer. Colson doesn’t do serious relationships any more. He says it’s a phase he had but he’s over it now.

A knock at your front door pulls you from your dark thoughts. You know it’s probably Ashleigh or Rook begging you to reconsider what you said and you’re not really in the mood to argue but you know they won’t go away. You throw the covers off and stride to the door with purpose and confidence. All the confidence fades however when you swing the door open and come face to face with the person in front of you.

“Hey,” Colson murmurs, sounding completely unsure about himself. Je watches you for the slightest hint of your thought but your brain is melting down.

Oh no, he hasn’t read the note. Oh shit, oh shit. Your mind begins to panic as you try and think of a delicate way to get him to go home and read your note. You haven’t said anything so Colson of course feels the need to fill the silence.

“I know this isn’t what you had in mind when you asked for space but I had to see you. I had to apologise for the way I left but when I came back you were already gone. I couldn’t leave things that way and then…and then I saw what you wrote.”

Oh shit, oh shit.

“How could you possibly think I would never see you as more than a friend?”

If your mind could actually melt without harming you, you’re fairly sure it just did. Your panic is dissipating but is slowly being replaced with suspicion. What could Colson have possibly done to show you he’d had any interest in you whatsoever?

“Well, it’s not like you’ve done anything to the contrary,” you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously.

He seems to relax now that you’ve finally said something. He still seems jittery and on edge but a subtle confidence begins to grow as he takes a cautious step towards you. He raises his hand with deliberate slowness before cupping your cheek. He leans his face towards yours, not taking his eyes off you the entire time. You begin to feel your chest rise and fall with anticipation and you close your eyes. This is apparently all the invitation Colson needs as he finally crashes his lips to yours.

The electricity that erupts through your body at the feel of his lips is indescribable. Your lips part in pure shock at the warmth that spreads through your body. You wrap your arms around Colson neck and he snakes his hand down your back until they rest on your waist. He pushes you through the door, closing it behind you with his boot, before spinning you to press your body up against it. He molds his body to yours, holding you in place. Your tongues fight each other for control, you eventually concede and allow him to take the lead. It is the most intense and wonderful kiss you’ve ever had in your life but your lungs begin to ache at the restricted breathing. You pull back and suck in deep breaths, Colson doing the same but resting his forehead to yours. He looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I guess I kind of lie to you earlier,” he mumbles as he begins to kiss your cheek and jawline.

“About what?” you moan as his lips find your neck.

“I know exactly what unrequited love feels like. I’ve felt it since the first time I laid eyes on you and I’ve felt it everyday since.”

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I bloody love Soft Kells 😭🥰🥵

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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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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What that tongue do!? 👅😺🥵

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Yes yes yes! Another MGK fanfic writer 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Masterlist - Colson x Female Reader

18+

I missed you - part 1, part 2, part 3

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KINKTOBER DAY 9: Fingering

Colson x Female Reader

As for all of my Kinktober fics, 18+ only. Enjoy!

“I don’t know if there’s a single person in this world who has a vagina and actually enjoys being fingered,” you retorted, not looking up from your phone. You’d come across yet another TikTok of a girl talking about how bad fingering was. How no guy knew how to find the right spot, how it was uncomfortable. 

You were sitting on the couch at your best friend, Colson’s house. You were in town visiting him while he had a break from shows, and you’d already been there for a few days, so the two of you were just relaxing, scrolling through TikTik on your respective phones, chatting here and there. But this comment made Colson lock his phone and sit up. 

“Hold up,” he said. “Where did that even come from, first of all?” You thrusted your phone at him and he watched the video, then shook his head and snorted. “Man, she's been with the wrong dudes, then.”

You shrugged. “I agree with her.”

Colson gawked at you. “You’re telling me you don’t like getting fingered.”

“Nope,” you said casually. “It doesn’t feel good. It hurts and it’s a waste of time. I’d much rather get right to fucking.”

Colson was stunned into silence and he pushed a hand through his hair. He looked so dramatically upset that you couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at you again and shook his head. “No one I’ve been with has ever had any complaints,” he finally said. 

You reached over and patted his knee. “They were probably being nice, Kells,” you said gently. 

Colson swatted your hand away. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Girls be squirting when I finger them. That ain’t something you can fake.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry. You’re lying,” you said.

Colson looked outraged, mouth dropping open. “What? Y/n,” he said frustratedly, standing up and running his hands through his already messy hair. 

You giggled. “Kells, it’s not that deep,” you insisted. 

“Nah, I don’t like that you don’t believe me,” he said, glaring at you. “You know what I get like when someone challenges me.”

Suddenly, the air in the room changed. Colson’s eyes were dark as he stared at you, his stance dominant and a little angry. You swallowed and tugged at the collar of your crewneck, suddenly warm. The line of your friendship had been slightly blurred ever since a random drunken night a year or so ago in a club bathroom. You talked about it afterwards and laughed about it, but neither of you had mentioned anything about sex since. You barely remembered the night. 

You watched as Colson’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I bet,” he said lowly, eyes locked on yours, “that I can make you come just by fingering you.”

You shifted, equally uncomfortable and turned on. “Colson,” you said.

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “C’mon,” he said quietly. “Let me prove you wrong.”

And suddenly, you wanted him to. 

“O-okay, fine,” you said, hating how your voice quavered. Colson smirked and jerked his chin towards the stairs, not even waiting for you before he headed up them, knowing you’d follow close behind. And you did. 

Colson stepped aside and let you enter his room first, eyes wandering your body as you did, and he closed the door behind himself. You turned to face him, folding your hands together to hide their shaking. You watched him, waiting for his next move. He sauntered over to you and curled one big hand around your waist. His other hand tipped your chin up as he tilted his head down slightly. For a second, his cocky, dominant persona fell.

“Do you want to?” he asked, voice hushed. 

You nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

Colson nodded too and smiled in a way that made your stomach flip. Then, his lips found yours. You sighed involuntarily at his touch, your arms sliding around his neck as you went up on your toes to press closer. He splayed his big hands on your back and held you close to him for a moment before sliding his hands to your ass to lift you into his arms. 

You gasped as he pressed your body into the wall and broke his mouth from yours, his lips moving to caress your neck. “It’s all about getting you nice and turned on before I even touch you,” he said, voice low and raspy in your ear. His words made your stomach tense and your thighs tighten around his body. 

He moved you away from the wall in favor of laying you out on his bed, admiring you before crawling on top of you. His arm slid beneath your body and he lifted you easily up the bed so your head fell on his pillows. He looked at you for a moment longer and then kissed you again, deeply. God, you understood now why so many women wanted him.

Colson’s fingers snuck under your shirt, grazing your stomach, and your breath hitched. You arched your back as he lifted your shirt and sweatshirt over your head, tossing them to the floor. His eyes dropped to your body admiringly, and he bent to kiss down the valley of your breasts. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured into your skin and you shivered. He untied the strings of your joggers and slid them down your legs slowly, brushing his hands against your legs as he moved back up. He pressed your thighs upward and met your eyes as he leaned in to kiss your inner thigh with an open mouth. 

Your head fell back and you whimpered, back arching up slightly at the feeling. “Colson,” you gasped, forcing yourself to look down at him, not wanting to miss any of it. 

He switched to your other leg, sucking a mark to the flesh of your inner thigh. “Fuck, I wanna taste your pussy,” he nearly growled, “but that’s not why we’re here.” 

You fought back the urge to say, next time, but you weren’t sure if there would be a next time. Instead, you bit down on your fist, trying to conceal your moans. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already keening. Jesus. It was almost embarrassing. 

Next, his lips found your stomach, grazing the sensitive skin as he moved his body up yours. His mouth landed on yours again and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he parted your lips with his tongue. “Y/n,” he breathed, nipping at your lip before continuing to kiss you deeply. 

Your hips twitched when you felt his fingertips graze your inner thighs, skipping teasingly over where you desperately needed him. Finally, he drew a fingertip down over your panties and you gasped, digging your nails lightly into his back. “Colson, please!” you nearly whined. 

Colson laughed lowly, kissing your chin and down your neck. “Ready to be proved wrong?” he asked, blue eyes burning into yours. You were speechless and he didn’t wait for your reply. He dragged your panties slowly down your legs, taking his time to admire your pussy as he did. He pressed your thighs apart and hovered over you, kissing you again. 

When his fingers slid up your pussy, you let out a whiny moan, thighs pressing against his waist. You were panting already as his fingertips circled your swollen clit slowly. He ran his fingers through you a few more times and hummed, pleased that he’d managed to get you that wet without even touching you. 

You fought against your heavy breathing to speak. “This isn’t fingering, Colson,” you managed.

Colson huffed a soft laugh and kissed you softly. “I know that, y/n,” he said with a little shake of his head. “Can you fucking let me do this?” He chuckled and you couldn’t help the breathless little laugh that left your mouth as you nodded. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing you again. 

When you were sufficiently wet, Colson’s middle finger slid inside you slowly. Here we go, you thought. You were ready to prove him wrong, to tell him how not-good this felt, but then, his finger curled slowly and the tip of it grazed against a spot inside of you that made your hips jerk. “Fuck,” you said shakily and Colson smirked at you, biting his lip. 

“Uncomfortable?” he murmured. “Waste of time?”

“Sh-shut up,” you spat, digging your nails into his back as he slowly curved and straightened his finger inside your walls. Colson laughed smugly and you wanted to smack him but at the same time, god, nothing had ever felt this good before. 

He drew his wet finger back, stroking it over your clit before inserting it again, this time adding a second finger. The room was getting hot and your vision was ebbing just slightly. Fuck, Colson was right. You held onto him for dear life, your legs beginning to convulse as he used both fingers to work you up, curving them against your walls. 

Your eyes were closed in bliss but they flew open when he withdrew his fingers, sliding an arm beneath you. He lifted you into his lap so you were straddling him. He remained sitting up, face to face with you, and he pressed his lips to yours as his fingers found their place inside you again. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders. Your body was jerking and twitching in ways it never had before. It felt incredible, but you weren’t sure you could actually come from it. 

Until Colson’s thumb found your clit. Your head fell back with a wail and he took advantage of it, pressing his mouth to your neck, dragging it over your collarbones as he picked up his pace. “Colson, f-fuck, Col!” You barely recognized your own needy voice, high and breathy as you began to rock your hips against him, unable to help yourself. Now, it wasn’t a question of if you were going to come. It was a question of how much longer you could last before exploding all over his hand. 

“Come on, baby, yeah,” he encouraged, watching your face as you were pulled closer and closer. “Come all over my fucking fingers, that’s it.”

His voice coupled with the magic of his fingers had you nearly hyperventilating as you clenched around him before finally exploding into euphoria. You writhed and whined, feeling yourself soak his hand. You were squirting for the first time ever. 

Colson pulled his hand back and gently settled you on your back. You were gasping for air, chest heaving as you came down and Colson chuckled as he got up to wash his hands. When he returned, you were somewhat settled down but still panting, and at his smirk, you shook your head and muttered, “Shut up.”

Colson laughed and kissed your cheek. You got out of bed on shaky legs, nearly falling on your way to the bathroom. You flipped him off when he laughed at you. After cleaning up, you returned to where he sat on the bed, still smirking.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” you asked. Colson grinned and tossed you one of his big t-shirts, which you slid over your head. Then, he pulled you close by your hips. 

“Kind of,” he admitted. Then, his face turned serious. “Was that actually good, though? Did it hurt or anything?”

You snorted. “Were you in the same room as I was just now?” you teased.

Colson laughed. “Just gotta make sure,” he said. “It wasn’t worth it if you didn’t enjoy it.”

“You’re a good man, Colson Baker,” you said, patting his cheek. “Yes, I enjoyed it. I’ll probably be asking you to do it again.”

Colson grinned and pulled you into his lap. “That’s fine with me,” he said, and kissed you. 

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Jealous

Requested by @noahmaxim (sorry it took so long!)

Warning: swearing, drinking

“Dude, you’re staring,” Rook leans over to whisper to Colson. He turns his head slightly to look at his best friend for a moment before turning his attention back to you. “Why don’t you just go over and say hi?”

The idea of that makes Colson snort and shake his head. He takes a long swig from the glass of tequila in his hand, the familiar burn soothing him in an odd way. He doesn’t want to feel these feelings so getting blind drunk seems like a good idea. Watching you sit on the couch with some random guy, talking and laughing clearly isn’t a good idea because he can feel his blood boiling. His mind is creating multiple scenarios, all of which involve him splitting the guy’s lip open with his fist.

You don’t like feeling like you’re being watched. You check over your shoulder just as Colson turns to head out into the backyard in a huff. Rook gives you a sympathetic smile before following the tall, brooding man. You’re not really sure why he’s been so hostile since you go to his place but it’s starting to give you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. You feel like he’s scrutinising every little thing you do and you hate it. It’s turning you into a self-conscious mess. You thought it was odd that when you showed up to his house, Colson could barely acknowledge your presence and now he’s watching you like a hawk? The guy is the most confusing person you’ve ever met and it’s driving you insane. You turn your attention back to the man you were talking to and laugh at the joke you half heard.

He’s a nice guy, Frankie, and you’re really enjoying his company but in the back of your mind, all you can do is think about Colson. You find yourself wondering if Colson is thinking about you, that he had to go outside to stop himself from doing something stupid, that he’s watching you because maybe he’s…jealous? The thought makes your stomach flip and your heart begin to race. Then you bring yourself back to reality. Why would Colson be jealous of a guy talking to you? He’s only ever seen you as a friend. Your mind is racing and it’s creating a nervous energy about you that you somehow have to get rid of.

“Hey, do you want to go for a swim in the pool?” you randomly blurt out while Frankie is in the middle of telling a story you weren’t listening to.

“I would but I didn’t bring my bathing suit,” he chuckles with a small smile. 

If you weren’t so preoccupied by Colson, you may even be able to focus on how attracted you are to Frankie. He’s tall, ripped build, with chocolate brown eyes, with lashes for days and dark brown curls. He wears a short stubble on the lower half of his face and the hair accentuates the sharp cut of his jawline. Classically handsome but somehow not attractive enough for you. For some reason, you love lanky, foul mouthed guys, with bleach blonde hair, covered with tattoos and ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in for days. Well, at least one man in particular.

“Who needs a bathing suit? It’s LA, live a little!” you grab Frankie by the hand and drag him off the sofa.

When you step out into the backyard, the silence is deafening. Everyone stops talking and just stares at you. You hadn’t even noticed that you were the only two inside the house. All of your friends, including Colson, are sitting around the open firepit now awkwardly sipping their drinks and avoiding eye contact but not wanting to speak to each other. Colson is sitting with his back towards you and you can tell he’s pissed off that you came outside by the slump of his shoulders. 

It’s so strange when you walk into a group of people who you know were just talking about you. It’s not a nice feeling by any stretch of the imagination and it kind of makes you wish you’d stayed inside on the sofa. Ashleigh is the first to finally break the uncomfortable silence.

“Hey, I was just about to come in and get you,” she smiles at you but you can see the apology in her eyes.

“That’s ok! Frankie and I were thinking of going for a swim. Does anyone want to join?” you ask the group and a few of the usual suspects perk up.

Rook is the first to begin stripping off his clothes before cannonballing into the water. Baze and Slim join him and Ashleigh and Sophie agree to dangle their feet in from the side. The boys don’t seem to like this idea and Baze tells them that if they don’t get their whole butts in the water, they will be dragged in fully clothed. They don’t like the sound of that so they agree to strip down and they dive into the water. 

Frankie smiles at you and leads you to the water’s edge where he begins to remove his sneakers and socks. When he removes his t-shirt, you can’t help but stare at his rippling muscles and abs that adorn his body. You figured there was something impressive underneath his t-shirt but his olive skin seems to make everything that much more pronounced.

Colson watches from his spot by the fire and his hand tightens into a fist again as he watches your admiring Frankie’s body. Part of him wants to get up and kick Frankie out of his house but a stronger part of him is telling him to chill the fuck out. The chill part wins out but only because he’s fairly sure he’s too drunk to stand without stumbling. His self-control wavers again when he spots Frankie ogling your body as you strip down to your bra and panties. He can’t help but stare at you a little longer than a ‘friend’ probably should, finally turning away as you slide your body gracefully into the water. 

“Your friend Colson doesn’t seem to like me very much,” Frankie murmurs as he leads you to the deep end. 

“Oh he’s fine, he’s just very protective of me. We’ve been friends for forever,” you dismiss Frankie’s concerns with a wave of your hand. 

You try to play it cool but inside your stomach is in knots at the idea of Colson caring about you in any way other than a friend. You’ve never really dated before so you’ve never really noticed if Colson cared or not but the fact that even Frankie is picking up on his hostility, leads you to believe that maybe he does. 

Frankie and you splash around and chat, off in your own little world, before a couple of the others decide to join you in at the deep end. Colson stays sitting next to the fire and when Rook comes over to talk to Frankie, you take the opportunity to go and talk to him. 

He doesn’t look away from the fire as you approach him but Colson can feel in his gut that this is not a conversation he wants to have right now. You sit beside him and snatch the beer from his hand, taking a long swig. He can’t help but roll his eyes about how unperceptive you are. He thought he made it pretty clear that he wanted to be left alone. 

“So are you going to sit here like a buzzkill all night or are you going to eventually acknowledge the fact that you have guests?” You ask nonchalantly but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you can hardly hear your own thoughts. 

“Didn’t realise there was going to be extras tonight,” he looks over your shoulder, eyeing Frankie as he makes small talk with all your friends. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind considering all the women you’ve brought to my parties and gatherings over the years,” you snort and take another sip of his beer. He snatches the bottle from your hand before you even have a chance to swollow, causing beer to trickle down your chin. “Damn Kells, what the hell is your problem?” you yell as you wipe the beer off with the back of your hand. 

“You and your fucking Ken doll boyfriend are my problem!” he yells back before turning on his heels and storming off into the house. 

You feel your cheeks redden as you look around and notice everyone’s eyes on you. Frankie grimaces when you look at him and you feel so embarrassed that it enrages you. You decide in that split second that if Colson has a problem, he better damn well spit it out now or keep his mouth shut. 

You stalk off into the house, roughly pulling your jeans and t-shirt on, in search of his dumbass. You call his name as you go from room to room but come up empty. You figure that he’s probably gone to his room and you stand at the bottom of the stairs contemplating whether or not to follow him or not. The thumping around you did kind of caused you to blow off some steam and now you’re not nearly as mad. Then you remember the way he dissed Frankie in front of everyone and your anger returns. You storm up that staircase like a bat out of hell. 

Colson sits on the floor at the end of his bed with his head in his hands. He can hear Rook’s voice in the back of his mind telling him earlier in the evening to keep his cool and not blow up at you but he snapped. All he wants to do is tell you how he feels but every time he works up the courage something gets in the way. Usually it’s his career or Cassie so he kind of got used to you always being there in the background. He forgot about the chance that you might meet someone and he would miss his chance. You’ve dated occasionally in the past but it’s just been a date here and there. You’ve never brought a guy that you’re seeing over to meet your friends and the fact that you’ve brought Frankie absolutely terrifies him. Colson tries to shake off the fear and drags himself off the floor. He decides to take a shower in the hopes that by the time he’s done, you’ve already skipped out and taken your boy toy with you. 

You stand outside his door, unsure of whether to knock or just storm in. If you really want to convey the anger you’re feeling, you decide practically kicking the door down is the best way to get your point across. You fling the door open so hard that it slams into the wall behind it and you can hear the sound of drywall breaking but that’s not what takes your breath away. Standing in front of you, with nothing on but a towel flung over his shoulder, is a very confused and pissed off Colson. 

“Shit, sorry,” you screw your eyes closed and fumble around for the door handle before swinging the door shut behind you. 

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire but you’re not sure if that’s from embarrassment or arousal at seeing Colson completely naked for the first time. Your heart is thumping in your chest and your breathing is fast and laboured. You lean back against the wall to try and get your bearings. You close your eyes and immediately open them as a flash of Colson’s tattooed skin invades your mind. You bite your bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud as your mind continues to betray you with images of his body. All of his body. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” Colson spits at you from the doorway of his bedroom.

You hadn’t even realised the door had opened again until Colson’s enraged voice pierces your ears. You look up at his darkened eyes and flared nostrils. His teeth are gritted and you’re fairly sure you can see steam coming out of his ears. He looks like a bull before a fight and your mind and body immediately considers possible escape routes to avoid the world’s most uncomfortable conversation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to be naked,” you quickly explain as you try to stop your mind from remembering. 

You feel your cheeks heat and a knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. It’s an overwhelming feeling that you definitely didn’t expect. You knew you found Colson attractive, you just didn’t expect the intense sexual attraction you’re currently feeling. It’s making it very difficult for you to concentrate. All your mind wants to do is create different scenarios in which you kiss every inch of Colson’s body, feeling him on top of you, listen to him moan your name as he climaxes. 

You shake your head and take a deep breath to clear your mind of any inappropriate thoughts. At the end of the day, he’s one of your closest friends and you would hate to ruin any friendship you have by creating some strange, sexual tension. Right now, you just have to focus on ignoring the fact that Colson is now only wearing a towel around his waist, low on his waist, and that he currently looks like he wants to murder you. 

“Maybe if you tried knocking, you would get such a shock!” he grits his teeth as if the words are painful to him. 

“Well, I actually barged in because I was pissed about how rude you were to me, for no fucking reason and-”

“No fucking reason? Are you insane or blind? Or maybe you’re both!”

“What in god’s name are you talking about?” you throw your hands up in exasperation, feeling like you two are having completely different conversations at the same time. 

Before you can stop him, Colson is dragging you into his bedroom by the wrist, kicking the door shut behind him. He twists you around so your back is pressed against the closed door and suddenly his lips are on yours. All of your senses are consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You can taste the beer and weed on his tongue, smell his cologne mixed with the smoke of the bonfire, feel his hot flesh beneath your fingertips as you graze your hands over his biceps. Your animalistic needs take over and you find yourself breathless and needy for all of him. You feel weightless and heavy at the same time. Every rational thought has escaped you. All there is is him. 

Then as quickly as it began, it was over. Colson pulls away from your lips but rests his forehead on yours. 

“Seeing you with another guy may actually be the end of me,” he whispers and your skin erupts in goosebumps, both at his words and the feeling of his hot breath against your face. 

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you tell him honestly. 

“I don’t want you to say anything. I don’t want anything to ruin this bubble that I’m in. We can just pretend that nothing else matters right now and that we’re just here, together.”

You stay like that for a little while longer. Just holding each other up, feeling each other, listening to each deep breath, watching the rise and fall of the other’s chest. If you could, you would stay in that moment forever with him. While he holds you, your mind is silent. There’s no intruding thoughts of his naked body, no reminder of the great guy waiting downstairs for you. Everything else has stopped and for now, it’s just the two of you. 

“Stay with me?” Colson begs as you begin to pull away from him. 

“Kells, I-” you begin but he instantly cuts you off. 

“Just one night with you, that’s all I need to get it out of my system. Then we can go back to exactly how it was, just friends. All I’m asking for is one night.”

You sigh but something in the way he watches you makes you nod before you can really think about what you’re agreeing to. You both know that things will never go back to the way they used to be, yet somehow you’re ok with that. 

Colson pulls you to his large ensuite with him and drops his towel. Your immediate reaction is to turn away but you resist your instincts. He watches you, waiting for your reaction. You let your eyes roam his body freely now. You notice tattoos you’d never really paid attention to before, you notice the way his torso is more defined than you’d expected, you notice the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as take him in. Your eyes continue to drop until you’re finally focusing on the one thing you’d been trying to avoid 10 minutes ago. 

His large erection makes you half choke on your own breath. The idea of getting it inside of you without causing serious damage seems impossible but it thrills you at the same time. You bite your bottom lip as you drink in all his male glory. It kind of satisfies your curiosity to know all the rumours about his well endowment are true. 

“Now you,” he breathes as he watches you. 

You bite your lip again but follow his instruction. You lift your t-shirt over your head and drop it to the floor beside you, your jeans following closely behind. You stand there in nothing but your wet bra and panties as you try to contain your nervousness. You reach around to your bra but Colson grabs your wrist to stop you. 

“Let me,” he instructs you and you stand still for him, holding your breath. 

He grabs the hook of your bra and unclasps it without any issue. He slides the straps down your arms before letting the bra fall to the floor. He drinks in the sight of your breasts. He runs a long slender finger down the valley of your breasts before lightly tracing your nipples. Your breathing is completely erratic, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He leans down and kisses along the ridge of your collarbone to the curve of your breasts, taking his time to slowly tease your skin. He envelops you left nipple in his mouth and you gasp sharply. You feel his lips pull into a smirk. He uses his thumb and forefinger to tweak your right nipple as he sucks, nips and licks on your breast and nipple. Your insides quiver under the seductive assault.

Colson isn’t sure how much longer he can tease you. He’s waited what feels like years to finally have you melting under his skilled fingers and wicked mouth. He wants to savour every moment but he also doesn’t want to give you the chance to change your mind. He also is aware of all of your friends and Frankie downstairs, who could interrupt at any moment. Finally having you half naked, your taut nipple in his mouth, moaning and clawing your fingers through his hair, is muddying his rational thoughts. When he feels as though he is teasing himself more than you, he finally pulls away. Your skin is flushed, your hair is dripping wet, dishevelled and your eyes are wild but to Colson, you’ve never looked more beautiful. 

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower with him, flicking the water on, and holding you under the shower head. You gasp as cold water hits you, slowly warming to a comfortable temperature. In an instant his mouth is on yours and your back is pushed against the cold tiles of the wall. Colson grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to rest against his hip. He grinds into you in a delicious rhythm of friction and possessiveness. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you as he kisses your cheeks, your jawline, your neck. He sucks and bites every piece of flesh he can get his mouth to and you know by the frantic way he moves that he’s marking you. 

“Colson…I need you,” you beg as he sucks your nipple again. 

He growls against your skin in approval before pulling away to study the apex of your thighs. He pushes his hand between the two of you and grazes against your clitoris. You gasp and moan at the same time. You’ve never been this turned on by a man before. Every touch elicits an involuntary movement or sound. You’re putty in his hands, ready to be pleasured and used in any way he sees fit.

Colson grabs his erection firmly in his hand and lines the tip up to you. In one quick thrust, he pushes himself inside you and you cry out at the fullness you feel. You can feel every ridge, every vein of him inside you. He twitches and flexes and you shiver with excitement. E kisses you again, softly this time, running his fingers gently through your hair. When he moves, it’s slow and deliberate and you keel with pleasure. You try to move your hips to increase the friction but he simply grabs your thighs so you have to wrap your legs around him, giving him all of the control as he holds you up against the wall.

Colson wants to remember every moment he has with you as he’s not sure he’ll ever have you again after this night. He wants to remember the feel of your nails scraping down his back, the sound of your moans, the way you whisper his name, the feel of your tightness and warmth around his dick. He wants to make you so desperate for your release that you feel like it’ll never come. The pleasure he gives you will make you wish it never has to end. He reaches down and rubs tight circles on your clit, causing you to cry out. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby, scream for me. Tell me how much you love it,” he demands against your ear and you whimper, all words escaping you. “Tell me,” he growls before nipping your earlobe.

“Colson, I love it so much. I don’t ever want you to stop. I want to cum so hard for you,” you moan and throw your head back, wave after wave of pleasure building inside of you.

“Good girl,” he praises and before you can respond he begins to pound into you with unimaginable speed. His finger works harder and faster against your clit and before you can catch your breath, the biggest orgasm you’ve had breaks through you.

You scream and quiver against his body as he continues his pace. You’re not even sure how he can move that quickly and hold you up at the same time. His thrusts begin to feel sloppy and out of rhythm and suddenly he’s calling out your name and slams into you one last time before collapsing against your shoulder. His breathing is thick and unsteady against your neck and you stroke your fingers through his hair tenderly. 

You feel yourself finally coming down from your own high as Colson holds you. He gently places you down and you wobble slightly as you regain your footing. Colson washes your skin tenderly with a washcloth and coconut scented soap. Neither of you says anything and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Once Colson has finished cleaning you, you rinse yourself and return the favour. You’re slightly embarrassed as you notice the scratch marks you left down his back and you run the cloth over them as gently as possible.

Once you are both clean, Colson shuts the water off and steps out to grab you each a large fluffy towel. It’s now glaringly obvious to you that the silence is not a good thing and your chest begins to feel heavy. Colson can barely make eye contact with you and his whole demeanour is tense, like he can’t wait for you to leave. You eye your wet bra and panties on the floor and grimace at the idea of having to put them back on. Seeing your dismay, Colson finally speaks.

“Wait here,” he mumbles before disappearing into his bedroom.

He returns a few moments later with a pair of clean black boxers and an oversize black t-shirt. He hands them to you and you mutter a thank you before slipping into the briefs. The large t-shirt hides the fact that you’re not wearing a bra and you’re grateful for that. You feel somewhat naked without a bra and you know that if you feel uncomfortable, your friends will notice and wonder why. You slip your jeans, which is kind of pointless considering Colson’s tee is basically a dress on you, and check your appearance in the large bathroom mirror. You run your fingers gently through your hair to calm the frizz and you rub away the small smear of mascara from under your eyes. You feel somewhat more confident now that you’re dressed and your appearance is somewhat back to normal. You move to leave as Colson dresses himself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie when you hear his small voice behind you.

“Don’t leave,” he whispers and you stop in your tracks. You turn around and he is watching you with the most heartbreaking expression on his face.

“What did you say?” you ask feeling dumb because you heard exactly what he said, you just don’t believe it.

“Don’t leave,” he repeats again. “Please don’t go back downstairs to him. Stay here with me.” 

The defeated look on his face is physically painful to you. You don’t really know what to say but you want to say something to make him feel better, anything. Maybe he didn’t mean to say it? Maybe he just feels uncomfortable that what you just did may have completely ruined your friendship forever and he’s regretting it or he’s trying to save it by pretending everything is normal. Either way, you feel an anxiety rising in you that is so overwhelming you may just burst into tears right in front of him. You feel that usual heat in your neck and face that you get when you’re upset. Your eyes begin to feel with tears that you’re desperately trying to hold back. You feel utter embarrassment that Colson is seeing you this vulnerable.

“I…I don’t want to hurt you, Colson,” you say barely above a whisper. He moves towards you, his arms out in comfort but you step back. You see a flash of hurt across his face but in an instant it’s gone. “I just…I don’t want you to feel obligated to me. What we did was-” your voice breaks and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself. “What just happened was a-amazing and I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that, ever. But I don’t want you to feel you have to make this into more than it is for my sake. I’m ok with it just being a one time thing.” 

You look down at your feet as a tear spills over and you feel completely betrayed by your own body. You know that your actions and your emotions are literally saying the complete opposite of your words but you’re hoping that if you say them confidently enough, Colson will believe you. You take another steadying breath and look up at him, a huge grin spread across his face. He steps towards you again and once again you step back.

“If you move away from me one more time, I will bend you over my knee until your ass is as red as your cheeks,” Colson threatens and you gulp.

He moves more deliberately towards you and envelops your body into his strong arms. He holds you against his body and runs a hand up and down your spine. You shiver against him and your tense muscles instantly relax in the feeling of his comfort. You’re trying to not over-analyse why he’s hugging you, you just want to enjoy these last few moments of time with him before you have to say goodbye.

“The fact that you even thought for a second that I would only need one night with you to get my fill of you, is insane and hilarious at the same time,” he murmurs into your ear and you stiffen and pull away to look at him. “Seeing you with that Frankie prick has been making me jealous all night. In fact, seeing you with any guy other than me, drives fucking me crazy. How can you not see how badly I want you?”

“I thought that- I thought that maybe I was just imagining things because I wanted you and I thought I’d just naively convinced myself that you felt the same,” you try to explain but now saying the thoughts out loud, they even sound ridiculous to you.

Colson doesn’t say anything. He just gently laces his fingers in your hair and angles your face towards him so he can press his lips to yours lovingly. It’s a gentle kiss but it sparks a fire deep in your belly that takes your breath away and leaves you satisfied at the same time. You’d never imagined a feeling like this before yet somehow you always knew if you ever got the chance to be with Colson, this is what it would feel like. You melt into him and he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you against him. You’re not sure how long you kissed for but eventually you have to pull away to gather your breath. Colson rests his forehead against yours and you close your eyes.

“Now, get that fucker Frankie out of my house so I can make you moan my name again without feeling guilty,” he growls in your ear. 

Your eyes shoot open to see him looking down at you with a face splitting grin and you can’t help but throw your head back and laugh. A real, carefree laugh that leaves you feeling breathless and light-headed.

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my favorite parts ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 985

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker smut one where he’s obsessed with your boobs like he’s constantly touching them and kissing and sucking on them please”

description: in which he likes to make it very obvious what his favorite part of his girlfriend is

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

I woke up to the feeling of something lightly squeezing my breast. I slowly blinked awake, squinting at the clock to see what time it was. It was nearly noon, a bit earlier than the usual wake up time in the Baker household.

I let out an involuntary whimper as Colson kissed my neck, his stubble brushing against my skin and tickling me slightly. One of his hands was still groping my breast, his long fingers slowly tracing the mound until they came to pinch my nipple. I gasped and jerked involuntarily, pressing my ass against his already hard member.

“Good morning to you too,” I giggled as Colson began to kiss up my neck and over my cheeks.

“Good morning, babe,” he said. “Sorry, is this too much?”

I shook my head, a sheepish smile on my face. “Not at all. I’m quite enjoying it, actually.”

“Enjoying it enough to take things a bit further?”

I turned my head to meet Colson’s lips. His tongue pressed against my lips, asking for entrance. I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue to run along the inside of my mouth. With the hand that was still on my breast, Colson pulled me so that I was laying on my back, not breaking our kiss.

I had been wearing one of his oversized shirts to bed with nothing on underneath, so when Colson’s hands slipped under the shirt and pulled it over my head there was only his boxers left in the way. He pulled away from our kiss and I felt my anticipation growing.

He started kissing down my neck again, making his way painfully slowly down to where I wanted him most. I wanted to make him move faster down my body, but once he reached my breasts he took his time giving each one a lot of attention. He took one in his hand while his mouth latched onto the other, his tongue swirling around my nipple before pulling it between his teeth, then switching to the other do to the same. He took both breasts in his hands and kissed them both once more.

I giggled as Colson rolled me back onto my stomach and positioned me so that my ass was up in the air. He rubbed my clit little, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine, before slipping a finger into my already dripping pussy. I gasped, burying my head in the pillow beneath me to muffle the sound.

It wasn’t long before he was replacing his finger with something much bigger. My body was basically purring at the feeling of Colson filling me and his hips pressing against my ass. My fingers curled around the sheets beneath me, just looking for anything to hold on to once Colson started thrusting.

His hand ran up my back as he began to slowly thrust into me. His fingers tangled themselves into my hair and pulled me until I was sat up with my back pressed against his chest. He reached his arms around me and began to play with my breasts again while bouncing me on his cock.

“Such perfect tits,” he commented, bouncing them in his hands. “God, I could play with these all day.”

“I’m starting to have a feeling you only want to play with my boobs,” I teased.

One hand let go of my breast to reach for my hair again, pulling roughly so my head was back against his chest.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making jokes,” he hissed in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. I moaned in response, feeling myself starting to near my orgasm.

I screamed Colson’s name and dug my nails into his arm as I felt myself hit my climax. Colson let out a noise that almost sounded a like a low growl as he grabbed my breasts one more time, using them as a way to bounce me harder on his cock. I gasped as I felt the familiar warmth filling me and Colson’s cock pulsating inside of me.

We both collapsed onto the bed, Colson trying his best not to put his full weight on me. I almost melted into the soft mattress below me, feeling my aching body starting to relax after the rough use.

When Colson finally got up, I slowly rolled onto my back to watch him walk into his bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he had already put on a pair of sweatpants and was carrying a wet cloth for me to clean myself up with. As I took the cloth from his hand, he reached down to grab my bare breast again.

“Should I even put a shirt on today?” I teased. “You seem very intent on playing with my boobs today.”

“Am I being too obvious that they’re my favorite parts of your body?” he joked.

He leaned over me to start kissing my breasts again, taking his time to take the nipple of one in his mouth and nip at it lightly before doing the same to the other. My aching core tingled slightly at this.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, still playing with my breasts, “I love every part of you. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in every aspect of the word, but I can’t help myself when it comes to your tits. They’re just so…there’s no words to describe them.”

I giggled and took his face in my hands, lowering it to kiss him. “You have such a way with words. Has anyone ever told you you should make music?”

“Okay, that’s it.”

I exclaimed as he picked me up from the bed and threw me over his shoulder. I was lucky the two of us were home alone, because he threw his bedroom door open and began to carry me out into the house - still completely naked.

I didn’t have a lot of inspiration for this imagine so I’m sorry if it sucked and i’m sorry it’s so short :(

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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)

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Saw this on TikTok and about died 😂 had to share it with y’all

[ticketstomydaydreams]

where are you?

synopsis: you feel insecure with colson and he’s having none of it. (itty bitty titty committee!fem!reader)

wc: 4k

warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and all that), dom/sub undertones, “sir”, soft dom!colson, praise kink, choking kink.

a/n: this is my first ever smut so pls be gentle! i wrote the reader as small chested, but nothing else is described because ik how annoying it can be when small chested reader starts turning into skinny reader, so i hope you enjoy! please tell me what you think and how well i did because this is so nerve  wracking!!! i love you guys!!

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