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i-think-i-did-it-again · 6 months

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The Tour XV

Warning: swearing, violence, smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh I…”

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

Will everyone just assume we’re fucking all night?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET HER!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spit,” he instructs and you oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so you thought.

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skeezy-stoner-boys · 1 year

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MACHINE GUN KELLY

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Totally normal, platonic, straight ways to react to another man

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How often do you guys ever dream about Colson Baker

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Twin Flame

"You're too good for me

I'm too bad to keep

I'm too sad, lonely

I want you only.... "

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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no control

Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” you pushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, what?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you for that,” he murmured.

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

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

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you got...nothing.

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

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

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

“Six,” Colson responded.

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

“I cut my day short.”

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

Now you were fully awake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your plan had worked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You gonna cum, princess?” he asked.

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

Your still shaky legs were all the confirmation he needed.

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

He chuckled against and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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