Waking up to an empty bed these days wasnât unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.
With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didnât come easily to you either. You couldnât remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.
Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didnât even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.
While the lack of sleep wasnât new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.
You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.
With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colsonâs immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.
âBabe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhaustedâ he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.
âGee, thanks Colâ
After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk heâs working at.
âCome, let me hold youâ he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.
Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.
âYou need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself illâ he tells you softly.
You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldnât take his own advice even if you begged him.
âIâll rest when you doâ is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.
The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.
Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colsonâs arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.
Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.
He would be lying to himself if he said he hadnât missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.
He couldnât wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.
His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.
âShhh! She hasnât slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! âŠâ Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.
Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.
Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.
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âHi! I love your writing and you just seem like such a sweet, genuine person. âșïž Can I request Colson x reader and theyâve broken up but they keep meeting up and hooking up with some smut and maybe some fluff at the end?â
description: in which they broke up a while ago but kept hooking up afterwards, and now sheâs ready to end things for good
pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader
warnings: swearing, two paragraphs of smut, angst, fluff ending
masterlist (one, two, three)
You and Colson had broken up almost a year ago. It wasnât a bad breakup. You both had different ideas of what you wanted from your futures and realized it was best if you ended your relationship and perused the futures you wanted.
The thing is, you broke up, but you were still hooking up.
It started as a drunken mistake. You were both out at the same club and ran into each other after a couple of drinks. Next thing you knew, he had you against the wall outside of the club with one hand up your shirt while yours was cupping the front of his pants. The next morning, you were surprised to find yourself waking up in his bed. You both agreed it was the last time it would happen.
And you were both horribly wrong.
It became a regular thing for one of you to text the other looking for a quick fuck, but thatâs all it would be. There was no staying the night, no cuddling, nothing romantic. You had to constantly remind one another that you werenât getting back together before, during, and after.
You had no issue with it at first. You viewed it as just a way to get over the breakup without hooking up with randos you met at clubs. You didnât expect it to last as long as it did. But once the months came and went, and you realized that this was starting to become less of a hook up thing for you, you realized it had to come to an end. It would be better for the both of you to finally move on.
That was the plan when you texted Colson, asking him if you could come over. You were just going to put an end to everything. Tell him you had to stop and finally go your separate ways.
But then he opened the door, just in a pair of grey sweatpants and looking at you as if he were a dehydrated man and you were the first water he had seen in a long time. And you were such a sucker for both of those things.
Thatâs how you found yourself face first into Colsonâs bedsheets; face down, ass up, with Colsonâs dick abusing your g-spot with every rough thrust. Your moans were muffled by the sheets between your teeth. His fingers were digging into your hips, guiding you back to meet his thrusts. You yelped at the sudden sting of the palm of his hand meeting your ass cheek. You could already picture the perfect handprint youâd see there later.
You cried out as Colsonâs fingers met your clit, rubbing quick circles in the bundles of nerves. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, telling you he was trying to coax one last orgasm from you before he reached his own. It didnât take him long to get it. It came rushing from you before you could realize, a scream ripping from your throat as your whole body went warm and your walls contracted around him. His dick twitched inside you before he reached his own high, spilling inside of you.
Your body, sore and used, slowly fell to the bed. Colson slipped from you as you fell, hissing at the over sensitivity. You took a while to regain yourself. As you did, Colson got up from the bed and returned with cloths to clean the two of you up. You rolled onto your back and took the cloth from him. You wiped yourself and sat up. You discarded the cloth onto the floor with Colsonâs other dirty laundry and started reaching for your clothes.
âWhat are you doing?â Colson asked.
âLeaving?â you responded, confused by his question.
âYou donât have to,â he said.
âThatâs usually how this works, Colson.â
âWell, yeah, but thatâs not how it always has to be. We can change, you know. You could...hang out for a while or something, I donât know.â
âWe canât keep doing this,â you cut him off. âThis is the last time. Thatâs why I asked to come see you.â
You couldâve swore you saw a look of hurt in his eyes, but you were sure you had imagined it.
âWhy?â he asked. âWe have a good thing going on.â
âHad,â you corrected. âWe had a good thing, Colson, but then we broke up. We said we were going our separate ways because we wanted different things. Thatâs how it shouldâve ended. These last few months never shouldâve happened.â
âThen why are you saying this now? Why didnât you say anything months ago when we started fucking?â
âBecause Iâm seeing someone now!â
That rendered Colson speechless. He just looked at you as you continued to put on your clothes. You couldnât meet his eye now.
âThatâs why I came over,â you continued. âOne last go, then weâre done. We have to move on, Colson. I told you, I want to settle down, to find someone who wants marriage and kids. You donât want that. So, thatâs it. We move on. We stop playing with each otherâs emotions like this.â
You grabbed your purse that had been discarded to the floor the minute you stepped in the room. You started for the door, but paused. You looked back at Colson one last time. He was still looking ahead, face blank.
âWho is it?â he asked.
âSome guy from a dating app,â you responded.
âAnd thatâs what you want? Some guy from a dating app?â
Instead of answering, you said, âGoodbye Colsonâ, and finally walked out of his life, for good this time.
~~~~~~
That night, you were watching TV at home with delivery pizza and a bottle of wine. For the most part, you had managed to forget everything with Colson. You had blocked his number and all his social media when you got home, which was the last bits to fully remove him from your life. Then you cracked open a bottle of wine, ordered some pizza, and turned on mind numbing reality TV to cleanse your brain.
You were two glasses deep when someone rang your doorbell. You werenât expecting anyone, and the pizza had already come. A series of knocks shortly after the doorbell rang spurred you to get up and see who was at your door.
To your surprise, you swung the door open and there was Colson.
Before you could ask him what he was doing, he brushed past you to walk into your house.
âI didnât invite you in,â you pointed out.
âI donât accept what you said today,â he said, ignoring your comment. âI donât want to end things between us.â
âColson,â you tried again.
âI donât just mean the sex stuff,â he continued. âListen, I was a goddamn idiot to let you get away. I didnât think I was ready to settle down. My job, it made settling down seem impossible. I travel all the time, Iâm rarely ever home. Thatâs not the ideal married life, and I know that.â
âColson - â
âBut I realized that I canât imagine my life without you. After that first hookup, I did mean it when I said it wouldnât happen again. I was ready to let it all go, to let you go. But then I was home alone and I realized how empty my house feels without you. And I started thinking about how I canât see my future without you being in it. Iâm an idiot for not bringing it up, but I thought the hooking up was the only thing that would keep you around, and I was willing to do it until you wanted to stop. I know Iâm too late and you have someone else, but I canât - â
âJesus Christ, Colson, there isnât anyone else!â
That was enough to finally shut him up. He stopped pacing, which he had started doing the second he had opened his mouth, and turned to face you. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to say something.
âWhat?â he finally asked.
You sighed. âI only said that so that youâd let me go. But I havenât been seeing anyone. Iâm not even on any dating apps. I just needed to end everything between us because I was gaining feelings again and I couldn't bare to continue our arrangement of meaningless hookups when I was still so in love with you.â
There was a moment of silence, and then a smile spread across Colsonâs face. You couldnât help but smile back, and then the two of you were laughing. The whole situation was so absurd. If one of you had just communicated what you wanted instead of just continuing to hook up, then you couldâve been back together long ago. But you know what they say about hindsight.
âI really want to kiss you right now,â Colson said.
âThen do it.â
In two long strides, he closed the distance between you two and cupped your face in his hand. He pulled you to him and kissed you as if it was the first time he had ever done so. You leaned into him, holding on to his shirt for dear life. You werenât sure youâd ever let him go honestly. You just wanted to stay there, holding each other, kissing each other.
âIf I had a ring, Iâd propose to you right now,â he murmured against your lips.
âIf you did, Iâd say yes,â you whispered back.
âIâll take that as a pre-engagement agreement,â he said. âBut I promise, I will get you a ring. Iâll do something so special to propose. Iâll give you dozens of babies if thatâs what you want.â
âOh God, thatâs the last thing I want,â you laughed. âGive me one baby at least, and then weâll go from there.â
âMaybe we could start practicing on that now.â
You leaned close to his ear and whispered, âThen take me to the bed.â
You shrieked as Colson lifted you in his arms and gleefully raced towards your bedroom.
Request: No
Title: Catch me (if i fall)
Pairing: MGK x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Songfic /Inpired by Heart to Heart by James BluntCW/TW: Colson being a dumbass. oblivious colson, friends to lovers. Mentions of weed and light mentions fo disordered eating.
Summary: Reader and Colson have been friends since the hotel diablo era, but somehwre around the end of tickets to my downfall reader realized they fell for him. Colson doesn't take the hints until reader decides to be very OBVIOUS.
Good god. How dense can one person be?
You thought to yourself as you looked into his blue ocean eyes, almost getting lost into them for the nth time this evening. He was smiling, talking about his new projects and he had this bright ness in his eyes like he knew he was up to something great, and was going to make it happen. He was such a passionate guy and it was one of the many reasons you fell head over heels for him
But you'd been dropping sings over and over. between sharing songs with romantic lyrics and saying you thought of him, which had varied responses ranging from him responding by saying it was sweet and you were adorable, to sometimes just saying ''ay yo, that's pretty sus". You had shown up to meet him wearing some clothes which hugged your figure, crop tops, worn make up the way you knew he liked, and yet he only ever smiled and said you were stylish.
He probably only meant to be supportive. You held his hand in public and he didn't pull it away, You covered his face in kisses, cutting his hair for him, shaving his beard while he relaxes whenever he came to your place. It was all so domestic, and yet he still didn't seem to see anything in it, despite how you'd straddle his lap to shave him, or how you'd always have your legs on his lap when sitting near him.. Your hands always were on him, you couldn't help yourself, it was just how you show affection, through touch.
''I'm telling you Y/N. This is going to be like, it's going to blow the sky off"
"Blow the sky off, Col? what's that even supposed to mean."
"You know like, it won't blow just the roof. It'll blow the sky too."
Maybe you had been around him too much. Because for some reason the more you thought of it, the more you felt like that made sense. You sighed, caressing his hair, he had won so many awards for TTMD... And he was already going off on a tangent about another album? This man had the restlessness of a toddler on amphetamines. You
His immediate reaction was to, much like a kitten, close his eyes, nuzzling your hand briefly before pulling away and eyeing you like he was intrigued.
"What was.. what's that for?"
"Can't i show you my love?"
"You're so clingy." He teased you and pulled you in for a hug, his long sleek arms wrapping around your frame. He was so much taller than you . That's one of the things, he is taller than almost everyone around him, dude's 6'4. This felt infuriating. He couldn't help being tall but it didn't make it any easier for you to not get butterflies when he got all up in there holding you against him.
''You could just- enjoy it? You just won like, iheart radio award for best alternative rock album of the year as well as the Billboard award for best rock album... Like... you can breathe."
"I know.. i know. I just- i don't wanna lose the momentum. i'm on the limelight. If i can keep it up., if i can go through with this, i might just get like a streak of some sorta.."
You sighed, knowing you couldn't argue. Never argue with a taurus. One: they won't care, 2: they'll do what they want, 3rd: they might actually headbutt you.
'When was the last time you stopped to just chill..?"
"Y/N"
"I asked a question, Colson."
"I smoked some weed yesterday."
"That is not chilling... you smoke all the damn time anyways, including while writing songs."
"HEY!"
He rolled his eyes, and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. The line between passion and obsession was crazy thin, and for MGK it was often non-existent. He got into this huge hyper fixations and didn't even stop to eat, just writing, just playing the piano, the guitar, rapping, singing until his voice was shot. It's like he couldn't just do the bare minimum it had to always be dialed to 11.
"Colson... when did you last eat?"
"I- erm- I- I i had. i had some chicken nuggies."
"CHICKEN NUGGETS COLSON-"
"I did-! I ate chicken nuggets, i ate!"
"When? How many? And did you eat anything else?"
He rubbed the back of his neck giving you this yellow grimace, sheepish. Why was it so hard to get actually angry at him? He always looked like he was two seconds away from giving you these puppy dog eyes and make you reconsider every life choice you ever made.
"You're lucky i love you, you idiot..."
"Ay yo"
"can you not- for once?" It escaped your lips faster than you could stop it, and his eyes widened
"wAIT... y/N you're pissed off?"
"YA THINK?"
"what did i do- what.. you.. what"
You climbed up onto his lap, as you ordered some actual food, a proper meal for his dinner off of ubereats. You were paying. You then pressed your forehead to his.
"I can't sit here and watch you destroy yourself. I get it you have your method, but no award is worth you destroying yourself over..."
"Y/N..."
"Besides, it's infuriating! You can't just- you can't do this to me"
"Do what? Y/N what's- what- You. What's goin' on?"
"You can't make me fall for you and then hit self destruct like that, you git."
"Git-"
"You asshat"
*You sighed, running your fingers along his stubble, biting your bottom lip to keep your voice from cracking as your emotions began to run high for a bit...
"You can't fucking do this to me."
"wait what" he asked, his voice soft as he tilted his head to the side, like he was slowly coming to his senses about something.
"You can't just"
''Y/N"
" You don't get to do that you know"
"Y/N" He said again, trying to get your attention to him
"WHAT COLSON"
"You said ''fall for you''... you... you like me or something?"
And that was when you realized, he genuinely had not noticed it. You thought he might have been just being playful and teasing you. or even playing hard to get. He can be that much of a tease at times. But apparently? not this time.
"How did you not COLSON!"
"You... you're into me. Like. you're.. You are like. You for real? You're not shitting me?"
"I get on your lap to shave you"
"It could be for better access? i'm taller than you"
"I Cut your hair"
"Friends do that too" He added quickly
"I watch your food intake?"
"You care! It's sweet."
You never wanted to implode as much as you did now. You took a deep breath, your fingers tangling in your hair and you let out a muffled scream before you managed to actually climb on top of him, straddling his hip . You didn't know if you would have the nerve to do this in a bit, so you just went for it, gently pushing him own against the back of the couch and kissing him in a urgent, bruising kiss, your lower lip tangled with his upper lip, messily, until your tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth.
He granted permission, albeit he was stunned for a couple seconds, he eventually kissed back, his big hands clutching the flesh of your waist, digging down o you with a sense of possessiveness as he brought you unfathomably closer, like he wanted you both to merge. His tongue massaged your own and he took full control of the kiss allowing you to just melt into it accompanying the pace he set. It made you feel so... dainty almost. Your heart was doing somersaults as you finally got a taste of his mouth, god.. He tasted of whisky and weed, and he had this musky scent to him which was inebriating.
Eventually you both broke the kiss to catch your breath. He let out a heavy sigh like a breathy moan which sent pangs of desire through your core. Fucking hell he was hot. he then caressed your face, his fingers tracing under your jaw until he held your chin between two fingers forcing your (e/c) eyes to meet his own blue profound unwaters which somehow felt both uncharted and so familiar...
"So you really do like me."
"Colson!" You laughed.
"Ooopsie Daisy"
"You're unbelievable..."
You both chuckled but he pulled you in for a tighter hug, and kissed your shoulders before burying his face on the crook of your neck affectionately. You could feel his warm breath hitting your skin. Suddenly you felt the rumble of his voice vibrating against your dermis as he whispered if you wanted to be with him.. his words were soft, a bit meek as he asked:
"so... we an item now?"
You snickered but hugged him tighter, kissing the top of his head.
"Think so..."
"Good good. We good..?"
"We good, Col.."
"i really, really like you, Y/N..."
"I know. And i lime you.."
"You do?"
"No. I actually love you, but we'll take it slow. When you fall, i'll catch you."
He smiled, looking thankful that you understood his own speeds and wouldn't rush things. but you were in fact now both dating. And it was making you so happy.
ÂŹColson meets a fan backstage.
Pairing->f!reader x colson baker
Word count-> 2.0k
cw. fluff, some deep convo, fan service, mentions of suicide, swearing.
The noise was unreal. You still couldn't belive you finally made it to kells' concert. It had been an odissey to get enough money to afford the plane and concert tickets, at some points you even wondered if it was worth it. However being here made you have no doubt--It was absolutely worth it.
"Thank you beautiful people for coming today," he practically yelled into the mic, his bright pink hair dripping drops of sweat."I'm afraid this will be the last song of the night."
The crowd sobbed loudly, but the sad atmosphere was quickly replaced with the festival of cords that was the beginning of WWIII. To you it felt like Colson was flying around, his instense energy being contagious to every single fan that was singing along the extravagant lyrics. Everyone was jumping and laughing like one big, jolly being.
Eventually the song was over, and everyone was ready to go back home, but Kells was thinking otherwise.
"Before y'all go back home, the crew and I have one more thing." you looked around just to see excited faces."We've decided to gift a V.I.P meet n' greet behind the scenes to three random people;"
He stepped aside and signaled to the big screens around him, which started showing pink explosions and sparkling silver and black dashes. Then, a series of numbers started to appearâit was ticket numbers.
Your heart was pounding fast, and you could feel the adrenaline pouring through your entire self. You knew it was beyond highly unlikely your number would appear on that screen, yet you couldnât help but hopeâŠ
The first couple of numbers had already been announced, meaning there was only one left. One opportunity to meet Colson left. You knew it wasnât gonna be you, but even being aware of it didnât prepare you for the disappointment of realizing the third and final ticket number belonged to the person right next to you. The screen showed the number 118, while your number was 117.
You scowled silently. What a drag. At least i got to enjoy myself for a few hours was all you could say to yourself to make you feel better. You looked to your right, expecting to see the lady excited out of her mind, but she looked quite neutral. Thinking it was odd, you continued gathering your stuff to go back home.
âExcuse me.â You felt a slight pat on your shoulder along with the sound of a voice getting lost in the background noise. You turned around. âI canât really attend the backstage thingie, I promised the sitter Iâd be back home early. Would you like to go instead?â
To say you couldnât believe your ears would be an understatement. âSorry?â You said in shock. The lady looking back at you seemed to be in her late 30s, short brown hair and kind eyes. She giggled.
âI realize itâs weird, but I really canât stay any longer. If you canât accept it thereâs no problem, Iâll just ask someone else.â
But before she finished the sentence you interrupted with frantic nodding. âIâll take it! It was just so unexpected! Are you really sure?â
âIâm really sure I canât afford a different sitter right now,â she smiled honestly. âSo yea.â
She offered you her ticket and you took it, hesitant. And there it was, the winning ticketâor one of them anywayâin your hands. You felt on top of the world.
âYou have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much.â You said while smiling as well, and she just brushed it off.
âNever meet your idols is something Iâve always firmly believed anyways. Have a good time!â After saying that she quickly left.
It took you a while to get it together. The whole situation felt crazy to say the least. You just knew your friends were gonna be so jealous (in a nice way) and eager to hear the whole thing. They simply were not gonna believe this!
You made your way to the backstage entrance, where a bodyguard and some other staff members were to make sure everything went smoothly. The other two people in front of you, who you assumed were the other winners, seemed to be really excited as well.
One of the staff members explained that each of us would have approximately ten minutes with Colson, in the order the winners were announced. They also gave you some merch, which you naturally loved. You immediately put on a little rubber band around your wrist that came in the carefully organized package.
After some time, it was finally your turn. You were so excited the waiting felt like a blink. The bodyguard walked you through a hallway with a bunch of doors on either side, until finally you reached one that had a piece of paper sticked to it. âMACHINE GUN KELLYâ
Your heart immediately skipped a bit, you couldnât believe you were actually going to meet MGK. Machine Gun Kelly. Colson Freaking Baker. You inhaled some air hoping it would calm you downâof course it didnâtâand the bodyguard opened the door.
There he was. A smoky blunt on one hand and his phone on the other. He wasnât really sweaty anymore, and his hair was a mess yet his face looked so calm. His see-through shirt revealed his contoured torso full of tattoos. You knew he was tall but seeing him in person for the very first time... he seemed taller than anyone could ever be. Just the arch of his nose and piercing eyes made you feel like oxygen wasnât so necessary anymore-
âYou donât have to stand all the way there,â his raspy voice took you out of the trance in a heartbeat, which made you a little shy due to your awkward demeanor. âCâmereâ
Once again hesitantly you walked a little closer to him, who was no longer leaning against the wall nor unaware of your presence. Colson was standing upâgod he got even taller-- and looking at you in a curious manner. âWhatâs your name?â
You whispered the answer, unable to look into his eyes for longer periods of time than twenty seconds each. He giggled, amused.
âYouâre not very talkative, are you?â Now it was your turn to giggle. For some reason his unpreoccupied remark eased you into the moment. âSorry,â you sighed âcollege didnât teach me anything on how to talk to someone like you.â
He walked closer to you and sat in a nearby chair. âWoah, someone like me? And here I thought we're getting along.â
You laughed out loud again and he smiled in return and inhaled the blunt resting between his fingers. Now you were starting to feel actually comfortable.
âI didnât mean it like that!â You hugged yourself while walking a little closer as well. âI meant someone so famous and admirable. Weâre just very different.â
He appeared to think about it for a second and then signaled to a chair close to his with his almost fully smoked blunt, indicating you should sit down.
âI donât think weâre that different, you and I.â He stated firmly, looking right into your eyes. You could feel your ears burning a bit, but naturally decided to just ignore it.
âWe are very, very differentâŠâ you began right after you sat on the chair but stopped mid-sentence because you werenât sure about how to adress him, which he somehow seemed to notice.
âCall me whatever, I literally donât care.â Usually that sentence wouldâve sounded harsh due to its very nature, but coming out of his mouth it didnât make you feel any of those things. He meant it, he didnât seem to mind at all.
âIs Colson alright?â He nodded while inhaling the last puff out of his blunt. "ye's fine."
You could feel once again the air filling up with awkwardness, but you weren't gonna let it. It's not every day you get to have a one-on-one conversation with THE Machine Gun Kelly.
"Tell me something about you."You spat before you could think twice about it. He frowned, unsure of what you meant."Tell me something you'd like me to know about you. Something I shouldn't know, or something you've never said to anyone. Tell me something about you." You stared right into his cerulean gaze."Anything."
He laughed outloud, strong peals of laughter filling the room. You wondered how come this was better than all the songs he performed at the concert--the sound of his laugh."What's so funny?"
"You were so shy like a second ago and now you're asking shit like that." He pointed, still slightly smiling. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I do." You quickly replied, simply. "It's not every day a girl gets to be face to face with the one and only MGK."
Colson's smile became a mere smirk. You could tell he was thinking what could he possibly tell you.
"I make music for myself" he spat suddenly ", not for the fans. For me. The fact that they---you like it is just a plus. It's what helps me sleep at nights."
When you asked him to give you something you certainly werenât expecting something half as deep as that.
"I guess we never really think you celebrities have demons as bad as that... not for real, anyway. Thanks for sharing that with me, you obviously didn't have to."
"Well, there's not much of a point. Not like we'll be meeting again." As he said this, the realization came down to you. You were not meeting again. You felt your heart irrationally sink.
"Still I appreciate i-" his raspy voice interrupted you before she could finish the sentence.
"Your turn."
"Sorry?"
"Your turn. Tell me some spicy shit about you, something not many people know."
Your mind went blank. Something about you no one knows? You were a rather private person so there were a bunch of things people didn't know, but which to pick? He shared a deep one so it was only fair and right for you to do the same.
"I love when it rains at night." His square-ish smile welcomed the statement.
"Dude, how is that deep?" You breathed in as you took long blinking.
"I was going to kill myself. It was like midnight or something, I had the pills ready and I was lying on my bedroom floor. There's a big skylight on the ceiling, you know? I was about to take them when suddenly it started raining." He wasn't really smiling anymore."And that made me smile. I like night time, and I like it when it rains, so together it's like... I don't know. I love it. And I realized if i did it, i was not going to be able to see the nightsky while it's raining, hear the drops of rain against the buildings and the ground. Nor would I smile again.â
"Now that is deep." He walked towards a metalic table and poured two glasses of what seemed to be gin. He then walked toward you and offered you one."I guess weâre not so different after all⊠Cheers to that."
You took it while smiling, mumbling "cheers to that, indeed" as your glasses clinked.
"Why did you tell me that?" He asked after taking a few sips. You shrugged and took another sip, looking up into his blue irises and feeling yourself getting lost in them.
"You said so yourself, it's not like we'll ever meet again. Might as well do some trauma dumping." You both laughed at the joke---self-deprecating humor is something you could instantly say you had in common.
"I like you, y/n. We might actually have to meet again." Your heart skipped a bit as he said that. Had you heard right? You somehow managed to keep your cool.
"Why? You just said we were never meeting again." You sighed. "I hope it's not pitty because of what I just told you."
"It ain't. You just peaked my interest. No one'd managed to do that for a while." He stared right into your eyes as he said that. Made you shiver.
"So we meet and what?" You asked, your heart running inside your chest.
"And we have a drink, what the fuck else?"
"Isn't there some rule that forbids you from doing shit like that, anyway?"You asked, genuinely curious.
"Ain't rules meant to be broken?" He answered and smirked before walking to the table once again and refilling his glass. He looked at you and softly swung the bottle in your direction, silently offering, but you shook your nead no since you hadn't finished the previous serving. "So what do you say? Tomorrow midnight at your favorite club?"
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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 goodđ"
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 couldnât get that control, he would get frustrated.Â
You and Colson hooked up pretty often. You werenât exclusive by any means. Just some fun here and there whenever one or both of you were feeling horny. Because you werenât in a relationship, he didnât have control over you, but he did in the bedroom. And usually, you were more than happy to give that up.Â
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 couldnât deny that you loved it all.Â
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.Â
Colson had called, sounding frustrated and emotional, and youâd 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. âKells,â you said.Â
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. âKells,â you repeated. âYou okay?â
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 couldnât help the little moan that fell from your lips as your mouths collided, and you allowed him to pull you down with him.Â
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.
âWhat are you doing?â 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.Â
âI want to take control for once,â you snapped, surprised by the bite your tone held. Colson blinked, looking a little confused. âYou always take control. Give it up. Just this once.â
âI donât want to,â Colson muttered, pressing your hips into the bed.Â
âWhy not?â you bit back. âWhat are you so scared of?â
âShut up, Y/N,â Colson mumbled, jaw twitching. He refused to meet your eyes.Â
âNo really,â you said, sitting up. âWhat are you so scared of, Colson?â
His shoulders slumped and his face reddened with anger. It was a little scary, but you werenât really afraid of him. âI have to be in control,â he said tightly.
âWhy?â you pushed.
âBecause I have to!â 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.Â
âColson, no you donât,â you said, voice much gentler. âYou can trust me, baby. Please. Just let me take care of you for once.â
Colsonâs hard breathing began to slow, gradually, and finally, he removed his hands from his face. He looked a bit wrecked, but he was listening. âPlease, Kells?â you asked quietly. Colson was silent for a long moment, and then, finally, he nodded.Â
Your first move was pulling his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. âGet on your back,â 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 thatâs when it hit you: he really was scared. Scared to lose control. Scared to let someone else control him.Â
You leaned down, brushing your lips over his ear. âIâm not gonna hurt you, Cols,â you murmured, kissing beneath his ear. He drew in a breath. âI promise, baby. You can trust me.â Colsonâs 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.Â
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.Â
It had been a while since you two had been together, and despite the fact that you werenât exclusive, you were pretty sure Colson hadnât 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Suddenly, his eyes closed tightly and he made a little, strained noise as his hands clenched into the sheets. Youâd 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.Â
âHey,â you murmured. âThat was hot.â Colson flinched, ever so slightly, and you shook your head. âI mean it. You have me so wet, Col.â
Colsonâs throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. âLet me feel you,â he croaked, finally letting his voice out. You scooted your hips back just a little so Colsonâs 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. Colsonâs eyes held yours as his hand descended into your panties, and his breath hitched when he found the slickness between your legs. âHoly shit,â he breathed, pulling his hand away and examining his glistening fingers.Â
âThink you can go again?â you asked sweetly, and he nodded as he tugged down his boxers. Sure enough, his dick was either still hard or already hard again. âGood. I want you to get behind me, and then, donât move.â 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.Â
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. âBe a good boy and stay still,â 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. Colsonâs 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 couldnât move you forward. âWhat did I just say?â you asked. Colson blinked at you and nodded.Â
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 â âPlease!â he blurted.Â
âPlease, what?â you asked.
âPlease, Y/N, move, fuck me, just, mm. Please!â 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. âUhh, fuck, pleasepleaseplease,â he babbled, and you knew you finally had him. He was all yours.Â
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, youâd 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. âOn your back,â 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.Â
âGod, you feel so good like this,â 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 didnât stop. âCome on, Cols, let me hear you,â you encouraged. âTell me how good it feels, baby. Just want to make you feel good.â
Colson wasnât much of a talker in bed unless it was dirty talk. He wasnât 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.Â
âUhh, god, Y/N,â he gasped. His voice trembled. âThat feels s-so fucking good.âÂ
âYeah?â you responded, rolling your hips down harder.Â
âFuck, donât stop, please,â 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 wasnât moving you, just holding onto you.Â
âYeah, baby, thatâs it,â you encouraged him, your own hips jerking a little at the new angle, at the delicious pressure on your clit. âFuck, Colson,â you gasped.Â
âYou fuck me so good,â he moaned. âGod, Iâm getting closeâŠâ
âMe too,â 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.Â
âWait for me,â you pleaded. âCols, please!âÂ
âFuck it,â 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 youâd ever heard him. You did your best to keep moving on him, helping him ride it out, watching his face as he fell apart.Â
Finally, you slumped over him, your head on his shoulder. Colsonâs 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 youâd never seen before from this cocky man. âHey,â you said quietly as you crossed the room to where he sat.
âHey,â 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.Â
âYou okay?â you asked against his lips and he nodded.
âThank you for that,â he murmured.Â
âFor what?â you asked, pulling back slightly.Â
âFor helping me give up control,â 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.
This day is shit. Actually shit is an understatement for how the day is. You know you look like complete and utter crap the next day but you donât care. Everyone stays away from you, including Colson, and to be perfectly honest with yourself, it was fucking lonely. You know that everyone is pretty wrapped up in the tour and therefore doesnât have a whole lot of spare time to deal with your personal existential crisis but you were pretty disappointed that when everyone returned from interviews and publicity appearances, no one ventured into your room to talk. Youâre still not even sure how Colson got into your room last night and itâs eating you alive.
You get a text from Ashleigh around 5:30, informing you that everyone is heading out to dinner at 6 and if you feel up to joining. You donât even get a chance to respond before Rook comes blinding into your room.
âSeriously, how is everyone doing that?!â you screech as you rush for a pair of pants to throw on.
âDoing what?â he asks with a goofy grin and an eye roll at your reaction.
âGetting into my room without me letting them?â you kick him off your bed with a shove which just makes him roll his eyes again but he saunters over to the sofa.
âAshleigh gets extras of everyoneâs room keys in case we lose them and get locked out of our room or if we slept through our alarm.â
Wait, so Ashleigh knows Colson came in last night?
The thought terrifies you because you canât really think of a reason as to why Colson would need to come into your room at 2am. What did he tell her to get the key without her asking questions? If thereâs one thing you know about him, itâs that heâs not one for answering questions he doesnât want to.
Or for sticking around after sex.
âWhat the hell is going on in that brain of yours?â Rook looks seriously concerned as he watches you stand in the middle of the room.
âIâŠâ
Youâre desperate to say the words out loud. To tell someone so you donât feel completely alone and lost in your feelings but youâre conflicted. Rook is not only your best friend but Colsonâs too. You donât want to put him in an uncomfortable position but you worry that you may suffocate trying to keep this to yourself.
âColson and I had sex last night and then he took off when I went to use the bathroom without so much as a thank you.â
Rookâs face drops and his skin pales. He sits there staring at you for what feels like forever. He closes his mouth and opens it so many times he genuinely looks like a fish. You need him to say something, anything!
âIâm gonna fucking kill him!â he growls, jumping to his feet and striding to the door. You quickly jump in front of him, blocking him from the door.
âNo, please donât do anything!â you beg but Rook has that murderous look in his eyes that makes you nervous.
âGet the fuck out of my way Y/N!â
âRook,â your bottom lip quivers and his face softens slightly.
âAw honey.â
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, desperately trying to comfort you. Rook hates when you cry because it happens so rarely, heâs always unsure of how to go about it. He pulls you towards your bed and you sit next to him while he rubs circles on your back. You tell him everything. About the couch, the kiss, him coming to your room. Once you start talking itâs like word vomit. You tell him how conflicted you are, how youâre stuck between wanting to wring his neck and runaway to lick your wounds, alone.
âHas he said anything about why heâs been in such a shitty mood lately?â Rook finally says after a few moments of silence.
âThatâs your takeaway from everything I just told you?â youâre completely dumbfounded and your tone conveys that clearly.
âIâm sorry itâs just youâre the first person heâs properly spent any time with in months, I thought maybe it would come up.â
âYeah in between orgasms he told me his biggest, darkest secrets and we bonded while he braided my hair.â
âOk, point taken! And donât ever mention your orgasms to me again.â
You roll your eyes because sometimes you think Rook forgets youâre a woman who has sex. To him, itâs like picturing your little sister having sex. A knock on the door interrupts your banter and you stand to answer it. Youâre surprised to find Colson on the other side, looking at his feet and you peer over your shoulder to see Rook visibly tense.
âAre you coming to dinner?â Colson asks, still not looking at you. You can feel the glare Rook is shooting at him because itâs boring into your back.
âIâŠI donât know, Iâm not that hungry.â
âListen Y/N,â Colson finally looks up and spots Rook over your shoulder. âOh, hey man. I didnât know you were in here.â
âI came to get her for dinner,â Rookâs voice is tight, like heâs barely managing to keep himself calm.
You look between the two of them, feeling the tension building in your chest as they stare at each other. Neither of them makes any attempt to lighten the mood and the atmosphere is physically suffocating you. You have to remind yourself to breathe and you let out a breath you were holding. Rookâs eyes twitch to your face before looking back at Colson, daggers in his eyes.
âCouldnât keep your fucking mouth shut for at least 24 hours, huh?â Colson shoots his own daggers at you and your stomach drops.
âDonât fucking talk to her like that!â Rook is across the room and in Colsonâs face in seconds.
Even though Rook is a head shorter than Colson, he could definitely hold his own in a fight. You step between the two of them, both their chests rising and falling against your shoulders as you squeeze your way into the small space they allow. Rook relaxes as you stand between them as you knew he would. He would never put you in harm's way and getting in a punch on with you so close would do exactly that.
âIâm not hungry,â you mumble to no one in particular just as Baze and Slim come to your door.
âJesus, what the fuck is going on in here?â Baze jokes but when no one laughs, he scratches the back of his neck nervously.
âIâm not coming to dinner,â you answer him as Rook moves away. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to stay with you and be a good friend but heâs torn because youâre sure heâs starving. âYou go Rook, order a big steak for me.â
âPfft, not like you could afford one,â Colson mutters under his breath.
Slim, Baze and Rookâs mouths all drop open. That was below the belt, even for him, especially in front of everyone. Rook looks like he wants to beat the shit out of him and Baze and Slim look like they want to hold Colson down so he can get as many hits in as possible. You square your shoulders and lift your head high as you look directly at Colson.
âOoo, pointing out my lack of funds, real original asshole. At least if I had money, I wouldnât waste it on alcohol, drugs and hookers. Unlike some people, I donât need to pay to have others in my company. I get it all for free.â you punctuate each word so what youâre saying really sinks in for him.
Yeah all these people are my friends because they want to be, not because I pay their salary.
âFuck you,â he spits at you before turning on his heels and heading back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
After your big blow up with Colson, everyone pretty much scrambled as soon as he left. Rook gave you one last hug before heading with the guys to dinner. You were completely fuming at what heâd said. Why is the money thing such a big deal to him? Is he pissed that youâre making money off him by simply being on the tour as his personal babysitter? Maybe it bothers him that the record label felt the need to hire you to keep him on track. It is kind of insulting considering heâs a grown man.
You decide itâs driving you insane just sitting around your hotel room so you decide to get ready for the concert earlier than planned. The cars arenât leaving until 8 for a start time of 9:30 but you decide you might head to the restaurant everyone else is at for a drink. You hop in a boiling hot shower, washing your hair and shaving your legs twice to help drain some time. As you look down at your bruised breasts, your mind drifts to Colson and his lips on your skin. You hadnât noticed until you were undressing for your shower that his fingers had left bruises on your hips from when he held you down as he ate you out. Your nipples harden at the thought and you have to push the images away.
Be mad at him.
When you get out of the shower, you blowdry your hair and run the straightener over it. You go heavier than usual on your makeup but it always makes you feel more confident when youâre all dolled up and you donât want Colson to see how much he affects you. You wrap the towel around your body as you step out of the bathroom to pick your outfit. You stop dead when you spot a shirtless Colson lying on your bed, arms behind his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. A cigarette hangs from his pink lips and your insides quiver.
âWhy the fuck does everyone keep inviting themselves into my room?â you spit at him.
He doesnât look at you and you fold your arms over your chest, pushing your tits up a little. His eyes zero in on that movement and you suddenly feel very self-conscious that thereâs nothing but a towel between your body and his eyes.
âOnly sluts wear red lipstick,â he muses, staring at your chest and your face heats with embarrassment. You square your shoulders and think of a quick retort.
âAs I remember, I wasnât exactly a saint in that bed last night.â His jaw twitches and you see a flicker of lust cross his face as he looks at you again.
Hmm interesting.
âPretty sure I remember you moaning my name as I came all over your dick, begging me to call you daddy.â
He growls and swings his legs over the bed to face you. You stroll over to him, hips swinging, tits bouncing with every step. His hands are clenched so tight that you can see nothing but white on his knuckles. His eyes are large as he stares at you, lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling as you stand in front of him, his face directly at chest height. You see him inhale deeply and his eyes flutter. Youâre enjoying this game youâre playing with him way too much to stop, even though you know you should.
âLeft all those marks on my tits and my hips so Iâd remember exactly who I spent the night with. Exactly who ate my pussy so well that I creamed all over his face, like the slutty sinner I am, right daddy?â
A mix between a guttural moan and a snarl erupts from his throat and his lips are on yours, slamming you against the wall. He strips the towel from your body, throwing it behind him. He presses his body to yours, rubbing his hard cock against your bare pussy. You moan into his mouth, the friction heaven on your dripping pussy. As much as youâre enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against the wall, you want to be in control. You put your hand in the centre of his chest and push with force. He stumbles back, falling back on the bed with a thump. Before he can react youâre on him, straddling him. You grind your hips down so youâre rubbing over his growing erection. You flick his jeans open, pulling his briefs down just enough to release his cock. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him. Heâs so large in your hand, youâre suddenly intimidated.
How the hell did that fit last night?
You drop to your knees, licking the purple head tasting his precum. He moans your name as you swirl your tongue around. The thick veins in his dick throb as you tease him. You lick underneath from the base to the tip and back down. You take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks to create a deep suction. The top half of Colsonâs body reels up and he stares down at you between his legs, wrapping your hair around his hand and pushing you down. You gag but push deeper until you can feel him down your throat.
âJesus fucking Christ baby,â he whines as you bob your head up and down, creating a comfortable pace that has him panting and swearing.
You want to stop. A loud voice in your head is screaming at you to stop. The game you started has taken a completely different turn and you donât know if you can bring yourself to follow through. The throb in your pussy is begging you to satisfy her but your ego is desperate to teach Colson a lesson. Right as heâs on the edge, the precipice just within reach as you continue to work him with your hand and your mouth, red lipstick smearing his cock, you pull away. You stand, dabbing around your mouth to clean away your saliva and fix your lipstick.
âI should probably get dressed,â you smile down at him sweetly, licking your lips to be cruel.
âWhat the fuck?â he exclaims and the look in his eyes is pure murder. âYouâre just going to leave me throbbing for you like this?â that sentences makes your pussy quiver with desire but you tell her to calm the fuck down.
âWhy give you something for free?â you call over your shoulder and disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
Warnings/tags: public sex, getting caught, mentions of anal , Colsonâs making inappropriate sexual remarks to the female principal
A/N: This is a highschool AU both of you are 18. This based off a dream and my own past wild days, except I never got caught đ
âJesus!â Your best friend Shawnie gasped, caught off guard when she opened the girls restroom door only to find you and Colson going at it like rabbits on the bathroom counter. Colson was leaned against the edge,practically sitting on it due to his height, your backside pressed into his lap with the rear of your skirt flipped up. âDo you two ever stop?â Shawnie asked, checking her makeup in the mirror, completely unphased after the initial shock of walking in on the two of you having sex. âCouldnât even bother to use the stall?â
âNopeâ Colson briefly paused sucking on the side of your neck to answer her bluntly, continuing to pull your hips back against him. âNeeded her now.â
âI swear itâs almost like you two want to be caught, AGAIN!â
It was well known around school that you and Colson fucked and fooled around every chance you got. Your classmates have all seen your not-so-discreet hand movements under the desk when you and Colson would pair up for projects, theyâve watched as his hand disappeared down the front of your leggings on the back of the bus, theyâve heard your hushed pleasure filled cries of ââColson!â coming from the janitors closet. And who could forget the time the school blabbermouth caught you two having anal sex under the bleachers at the football game, â you still havenât lived that one down. The story spread like wildfire throughout the building, even making it back to Mrs. Jackie, the school principal. Of course she had no actual proof, besides the rumors she heard swirling about, so she couldnât take any real disciplinary action, besides a stern warning and a speaking to. But just a few weeks later she caught you both with your pants downâ literally â in the courtyard at lunch, resulting in a three day in school suspension and a call home.
âHonestly, we really donât give a fuck if we do get caught. Ainât that right, baby?â He licked a stripe up your neck and slid one of his hands under the front of your skirt to play with your clit as you both got closer.
âYou guys are insane!â Shawnie exclaimed as she finished the final touch ups of her make up. âDidnât they call home last time? Your parents must have flipped!â
âIâm a latch key kid, with an alcoholic father. You think he gave a fuck.â Colson answered back.
âI know your moms super strick, Y/N. She couldnât have been too happy with you.â Shawnie prompted.
âTurns out I can do a pretty convincing impression of my mom's voice,â You covered up a moan with a laugh. â Thank god for Caller ID, and thank god Mrs. Jackie waited until after school to call home.â
Shawnie was starting to say something else when Colson interrupted her ââ Aye, listen either you you shut up and join, or fuck off and let us finish!?â
âPoint taken.â Shawnie said, tossing her makeup into her purse with an eye roll and heading towards the door when suddenly it flew open. âMrs. Jackie!â Shawnie gasped aloud trying to give you and Colson some kind of warning but it was too late.
âBaker!, Y/N!â Mrs. Jackie scolded. âAs soon as I found out you were both missing from your third period classes , I knew you were up to no good!â
âNo, itâs GOOD,trust me!â Colson retorted with a smirk, not giving a single fuck as he pulled your hips back against him again.
Realizing she wasnât going to get anywhere with Colson, Mrs. Jackie turned her attention to you. âY/N, step away from Mr. Baker ⊠My office now! Both of you are getting a two week suspension!â
âDamn, canât you at least let us finish first!â Colson pushed his luck.
âNOW!â Mrs. Jackie reiterated!
You begrudgingly stepped forward,letting Colson slip out of you, and smoothed your skirt down over your backside. Colson was less descreit, talking his sweet time and making sure Mrs. Jackie got a good look before putting away his massive dick.
âJesus Christ!â She exclaimed before turning around and heading out the bathroom with both of you in tow.
âWhatâs a matter , Mrs. Jackie? Bigger than your husbands, ainât it ?â Colson taunted inappropriately.
âOne more word Mr. Baker, and itâs gonna be an expulsion for you!â