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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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The Roommate I

Warning: swearing, drinking, drugs, miniscule amount of smut

You stumble your way through the front door, almost falling flat on your face, while juggling bags of groceries. You fling the bags onto the counter and puff a sigh of annoyance. Your first time living out of home and you found the only apartment in LA without a supermarket within a 5 block radius. Nothing like having to walk home in the stinking heat with a week’s worth of groceries. You grab your headphones from the entry table and shove them over your ears. If you have to put everything away, at least you’ll have good music to listen to. 

You become so entranced in your music and the task of replenishing the cupboards that you completely miss your roommate coming home. You turn to grab your box of cereal to find him sitting at the kitchen bench, an amused smirk on his face.

“Jesus Colson, you scared the shit out of me!” you scold him, pulling your headphones off while clutching your chest. 

“Sorry, I was just enjoying your rendition of Mr Brightside,” he teases you, his smirk still plastered across his angelic face. When you scowl at him, he holds his hands up in mock surrender and slink to the fridge. “A beer as a peace offering?” he asks, reaching into the fridge.

“Well, I can’t let you drink alone,” you laugh and grab the bottle from his outstretched hand.

You open the beer and walk over to the sofa. You relax your head back, closing your eyes, and put your feet up on the coffee table. You feel the sofa dip as Colson takes a spot on the opposite end. Without saying anything, he flicks the TV on and the familiar sound of Netflix being opened fills the apartment. He puts something on and you open your eyes to watch. 

About 45 minutes into the thriller/mystery movie, you still have no idea what the plot is. You’re trying very hard to keep up with the fast pace of the film but you begin to bore at the choppy scenes and half-ass acting, so you turn your attention to scrolling through Facebook. Colson's already smoked an entire blunt so you're fairly sure he's barely paying attention either but he continues to watch the screen. While you’re grabbing you and Colson another beer and a packet of chips to share, your thumb hovers over a post by your ex. It’s a picture of him, in a suit and woman in a fancy dress, holding her ring finger up to the camera with a big ass engagement ring shining in the light.

“That fucker!” you exclaim at the phone. Colson jumps on the sofa, turning around to see what you’re yelling at.

“Problem?” he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“My ex, the one who said he never wants to get married, just got engaged. Do we have anything stronger than beer?”

Colson smiles and stands from the sofa. He heads to his bedroom, wordlessly, and returns with a bottle of tequila. He hands it to you and you take a gigantic swig, shuttering at the feeling of the liquid burning your throat. When you still feel pissed, you take another swig with an angry grunt.

“Woah, easy there tiger. Let's not take a trip to the ER tonight, hey?” Colson laughs but it’s filled with concern.

He takes the bottle from your less than eager hands and takes his own sip. You can’t stop the butterfly in your stomach at him happily sharing from the same bottle as you. Weird reaction. He directs you back to the sofa, bottle still in hand and you collapse onto the cushions with a whine, the movie all but forgotten.

“If he didn’t want to marry me, why didn’t he just say that? His whole reason for breaking up with me was because I wanted to get married and he didn’t.”

“Because he’s a fucking tool,” Colson shrugs. It was no secret that he could never stand your ex. He was extremely hostile towards him, always telling you how you could do so much better. God you hate when he’s right.

“It has to be more than that though!” you grab the bottle from Colson and his reflexes are way too slow to stop you. You take another big swig and this time it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.

“Hey, I told you that I’m not driving you to the fucking ER tonight, go easy.” 

Colson reaches for the bottle but you’re too quick and you move out of his reach, holding the bottle over your head. He launches himself at you, wrestling the bottle from your hand. You take a couple more sips as quickly as possible and then put it over your head again. In the mess of him trying to get to the bottle and keep you from running away, he pins you to the couch with his body, his long arm reaching above your head to snatch the bottle. You’re in a fit of laughter at this point and Colson can’t help but join in. your brain slowly catches up to the fact that Colson is making no attempt to get off you and this gives you a chance to study his face close up. 

His cologne and shampoo, mixed with the smell of tequila, is intoxicating. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days and it’s created a short stubble on his chiselled jawline. His lips are full and pink, puckered out in amusement. His eyes are bright and a light ocean blue but they look tired, like he hasn’t slept well for a couple of days. You both enjoy hanging out when you can but with your hectic work schedule, you barely get to see each other. Most of the time he’s already in bed when you get home from work or you're in bed and he’s out with friends. You feel bad that maybe something has been happening in his life and you haven’t been around to take any notice. 

He looks down at you while taking another sip of tequila and your stomach flips. Before you can stop yourself, you lift your head and lightly run the tip of your nose across his jawline. The feel of his stubble against the skin of your nose is rough but not uncomfortable. Colson doesn’t move or say anything, he just continues to lay on top of you while you explore the texture of him. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair, surprised by the softness even in its dishevelled state. He closes his eyes as you repeat the action over and over, occasionally using your nails to scratch his scalp. 

With his eyes closed, your confidence increases and you decide to let the tequila coursing through your veins to take over. You gently lift your head off the sofa again and brush your lips against Colson’s. His eyes shoot open and now you’re eye to eye. With his stare on you, your confidence falters. You bite your bottom lip as you watch for his reaction. When he doesn’t say anything or make any attempt to move away, you decide to do what you’ve been thinking about since he landed on top of you. You push up again, rooting your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck, and you press your lips to his softly.

The kiss starts off gently, Colson’s lips slightly parted and moving against yours. The longer you kiss though, the hungrier you become. Suddenly, the kiss becomes hot and heavy. Mouth pried open, tongues dancing against each other, Colson grinding his hips down into you so that you can feel his excitement. You’re moaning into his mouth, moving your hands all over his body and then you realise you want to feel his skin against yours. You lift his shirt over his head, breaking the kiss and then immediately coming back together. After a little while, Colson grabs the hem of your tee and tears it over your head. He returns his lips to your neck and you moan at the feeling of his teeth digging into your flesh, his tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive skin.

In an instant, the situation shifts. Colson pushes off you and launches himself across the room. The sudden distance between the two of you throws you off and you half sit up, half groan at the loss of contact. Neither of you saying anything, the only sound in the apartment coming from the end credits of the movie. You’re both panting as you stare at each other, half waiting for the other to speak. When no one says anything, Colson turns on his heels and stalks off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You’re left sitting on the sofa, half naked, horny and confused.

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MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

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getting your attention ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2068

request?: yes!

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

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

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

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

masterlist (one, two, three)

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Just friends II

Warning: swearing, smut, absolute fluff 💁🏻‍♀️

Sorry this took a while! It was so long and I had to cut it down because honestly, I was rambling but enjoy and let me know what you think and what kind of stories you’d like more of 😘

He wraps his fingers around your thighs and drags you down the bed towards him. You feel your heartbeat quickening with anticipation. He as his eyes rake over your bare chest. He dips his head to your neck and drags his teeth across your skin. You moan with absolute pleasure and begin to practically pant with excitement. A buzzing noise plays in the background but you’re so entranced by Colson’s deep blue eyes trained on your face that you ignore it. He trails his index finger from your lips, down your neck, to the valley between your breasts. The buzzing sound grows.

You open your eyes and search around the dimly lit room. Alone. Just a dream. You can’t help the disappointment and sadness that seeps into your chest at the reality. That could have been reality. Why did you care that he was drunk? You’re trying to find a logical reason in your mind when your phone buzzes again. You pick it up and scan through the notifications. A missed call from your mum and a text from your dad.

Hi sweetie, we didn’t want to wake you last night but your mum and I have been called away to a conference in Hawaii. We’ll be back on Tuesday evening. We left money on the bench for pizza and there’s steaks in the freezer for you for tomorrow night. Feel free to have some friends over but no wild parties hahaha. We love you and we’ll call you when we land.

That’s your parents. Jetting here and jetting there leaving you stuck at home doing nothing productive. It’s a lonely feeling when your parents are so consumed by their jobs that you feel like an afterthought to them sometimes. It’s also official that you have zero rebelliousness when your dad can comfortably joke about the idea of you having a party. Like it’s completely out of the realm of possibility. You consider throwing a party just to prove them wrong but the thought of having to clean up after dampens that idea. You send back a text of acknowledgment and decide to have a shower. In the shower you decide to have a couch day. Screw productivity.

The shower doesn’t calm you. You’re filled with this nervous energy that you can’t seem to redirect into a coherent train of thought. You keep thinking about him. He was definitely angry but there was this other emotion. Like a mix between regret and distain. Did he regret kissing you? Is your friendship over? He hasn’t text you at all but that could mean he’s still sleeping off the alcohol. Your mind can’t seem to stop replaying last night but it’s pushed to background noise when there’s a knock at the door. You try to push down the flutter of excitement when you realise it could be Colson. You walk/power walk to the front door and take a deep breath. When you open the door you can’t help your face from falling as you look up to see Rook standing there. He notices your reaction straight away.

“Gee, sorry to be such a disappointment babe,” he teases you before stepping past you into your house. “I need to talk to Colson for a sec.”

“He’s not here,” you murmur and Rook looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, I thought after last night that he probably would’ve legged it to your place to hide out. That cop definitely knew who he was.”

“He did but…we had a disagreement and he left.” You can’t bring yourself to tell Rook the truth because now, in the light of day, you feel ashamed of how you acted.

It wasn’t fair to put that kind of assumption on Colson. Sure he’s got a past but who doesn’t? You’re not exactly a saint and Colson values your friendship so much that he wouldn’t risk it for a quick thrill. The more you think about it, the more you realise you need to apologise to him.

“Sorry to kick you out Rook but I actually have a quick uh errand I need to run but my parents are out of town so feel free to come by later for pizza or something?” Rook nods and heads out the door, you following behind him with your keys in hand.

“I’ll call you later,” he calls over his shoulder as he hops into his car.

You try your best to stick to the speed limit as you head across town to Colson’s place. You’ve always hated the drive to Colson’s place because it’s always reminded you of how different your life is to his. You live in a large two story house in the ‘good part’ of town while Colson lives in a beat up brick house on the outskirts of town. Today, you don’t have time to think about the unfairness of your drastic financial standings. You’re actually just trying to come up with what exactly you want to say as you pull up out the front of his house.

The house is quiet but that’s not unusual for this time of day. You knock on the door a couple of times and wait. You can hear someone thumping down the stairs and you hold your breath again. Colson swings the door open and his eyes immediately burn with rage at the sight of you. He says nothing, instead he turns straight back around and walks towards the kitchen. However, he leaves the door open so you take that as an invitation to come in.

The house is dark with all the blinds closed and there’s a chill in the air as the heat isn’t switched on. Colson has never really felt the cold. You pull your jacket tighter around your body and follow the same path into the kitchen. Colson is sitting at the small round dining table, scrolling through his phone. He avoids looking at you as you come into view, sitting down opposite him. You don’t know how exactly to start but anything is better than the deafening silence.

“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” you begin softly, clearing your throat. Colson looks up but his expression doesn’t change.

“Yeah, well?” Is all he spits at you before returning his eyes to his phone screen.

“It was wrong of me to make that assumption given how close we’ve always been and how much I know you care about me. I guess I just felt like maybe you’d just gotten caught up in the moment and that in the morning you’d…regret it.”

Colson bolts to his feet and the pure force of his movements causes the chair to clatter to the ground. You jump at the loud noise and look up at Colson’s enraged eyes. You’ve seen Colson angry before but this is different. He’s never been angry at you.

“You think I would just fuck you because I’m drunk and then drop you then next day like you’re a random fucking hookup ?” He booms and you cower slightly at the octave level of his voice.

“I…I don’t know what I think…I just was startled…and then I was topless and you were watching me and…” you fumble over your words, trying to come up with a solid explanation but you begin to realise why you really pushed him away. “I got scared, ok?” you whisper and Colson’s expression slightly softens. “I’ve thought about you in that way for a while now and then suddenly it was happening and I just panicked. I wanted it so badly that it scared me.”

Colson walks around to your side of the table and grabs your hand to pull you to your feet. He cups your chin and lifts your head up, forcing you to look at him. He studies your face for a moment. Stares into your eyes, trying to read your thoughts through them. He slowly lowers his face to yours, his lips slightly parted, never taking his eyes of you until the last minute when closes the gap and kisses you. His lips barely ghost over yours and you feel hungry for more. You shut of your brain and embrace the moment. You tangle your fingers into his wild hair and press your body to his. His hands find your back and he is holding you to him, deepening the kiss.

There’s a part of your brain screaming at you that you’re making a mistake but you tell it to shut the fuck up and you continue to kiss Colson. You tug slightly on his hair, causing him to moan which allows you to slip your tongue into his mouth. You war with the other for control which he eventually gives you. Instead he turns his attention to moving you. He places his hands on your hips and tugs at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you, placing you gently on the table. He stands between your spread legs and pushes his hand up your thigh and under your skirt. He thumb lightly brushed your slit through your panties and you moan into his mouth. He pulls his lips away from you and stares down at you.

“Tell me I don’t make you feel good?” He asks you, pure lust in his voice. You moan in response as his thumb begins to massage your clit. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.” His lips find the flushed skin of your neck and he begins to lap at it with his tongue, occasionally biting and sucking. “Tell me what you want?” he begs and you feel yourself soaking through your panties.

“I want you,” you groan as he nips at your earlobe.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He pulls your singlet over your head and is please to find you without a bra. Colson places his hand on your chest and gently pushes you back on the table so you’re lying down. He kisses from the top of each breast, licking each nipple as he passes, down your stomach, to the top of your skirt. Your legs hang off the edge and he kneels in of you. He pushes your skirt up to expose your plain black panties that he immediately pulls down. He shoves them into his back pocket and smirks at you when your eyes widen. Before you can ask him why he did that, his mouth is on you. He licks his tongue up and down your slit, occasionally dipping it inside you to swirl it around. You wrap your finger into you his locks and writhe and moan with pleasure. It’s not long before you’re trembling under his tongue.

“Colson!” you cry as you come undone, your whole body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Colson stands and wipes your wipes your juices into his mouth with his thumb. There’s something about that small gesture that you see as the hottest thing in the world and you’re immediately turned on again. You grab Colson by the scruff of his shirt and pull him down to you, crashing your lips against his. You can taste your saltiness on his lips.

“I need you, right now,” you beg, clawing at his shirt to pull it over his head.

He strips his top off, he yanks your skirt down and discards it with your singlet before pulling his sweats off. You can see his bulge through his boxers and you can’t seem to take your eyes off it. You’d heard rumours about Colson’s size in high school and now that you can practically see it for yourself, you can’t help but gulp with concern. You feel him watching your reaction and you look up at him with your brightest smile. He removes his boxes and his cock springs to life. Your jaw literally falls open and the pure sight of him. Not only is he long but he’s got girth as well. You feel hot and flustered and ready all at the same time.

He guides his length to you and rubs himself along your slit to lube himself up. That feeling alone has you moaning and moving with pleasure. Once he feels sufficiently wet enough he places himself at your entrance.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” He asks you, pure sincerity in his eyes. You nod.

You’re slightly confused by his request until he pushes into you and suddenly you feel painfully tight. He leans down to watch as he enters you. He has one hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other wrapped around your thigh. The wind is knocked out from you as he pushes in deeper, inch by inch. You feel more pain than you did when you lost your virginity for the first time. You’re trying not to hold your breath because you know it will hurt more but you don’t want him to know you’re in pain because he may think this is a mistake and change his mind. You feel tears well in your eyes as you try your best to endure the foreign feeling. You turn your head to the side and bite your bottom lip as the pain continues. Suddenly, Colson stops moving and he forces you to turn your head to look at him. His face twists in anguish and he immediately pulls out of you, lifting your head to his chest.

“Don’t cry baby,” he coos in your ear as he strokes your hair. “You should’ve told me to stop like I told you.”

“I…I didn’t want you to stop and change your mind,” you sob into his chest and you immediately feel like the biggest sook in the world.

“I would’ve gone slower baby or gotten some lube or something,” he scolds you. You hiccup against his chest and he continues to hold you.

After a few moments have passed and the pain has subsided, you feel confident to try again. Colson takes a little convincing but agrees to try again. This time he forces himself to watch your face and make sure you’re not holding in your pain. As he pushes in, much slower this time, you breathe through the feeling of pain and it actually helps. Once he’s all the way in he stills for a few seconds, allowing you to stretch and accomodate his length. You nod at him when you feel ready for him to move. It doesn’t take long for you to moisten him enough that there is barely any pain. After a few strokes you begin to feel an unbelievable wave of pleasure as his dick hits all the right spots.

“Oh my god, Colson,” you moan as you claw at his back.

“Yeah, say my name baby. Beg me to fuck you,” Colson groans as he pushes in and out of you.

“Please, fuck me harder Colson.”

He fastens his pace until your cumming on his dick. Your walls tightening on him, making it harder for him to move at a fast pace. Once you come down from your high, Colson picks you up so your straddling him and he begins to move quickly in and out of you. His face is buried in your neck as you cry out with pleasure as he hits your g-spot with each thrust. His groans become more guttural as he pushes in and out of you at a faster pace.

“Fuck, I’m close-,” he growls into your ear. “Are you…uh fuck…Are you on the pill.” You’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that all you can do is nod. “Shit, I’m cumming.”

The feeling of Colson coming undone sends you over the edge and you have your 3rd orgasm of the day. You both pant as you try to catch your breath. Colson places you down gently, holding you until you’ve regained the feeling in your legs. He disappears down the hallway and returns with a damp washcloth and cleans between your legs and down your inner thighs. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He hands you your clothes wordlessly and you feel a hardening in the pit of your stomach.

Oh no, he’s regretting it. You feel a familiar stinging in your eyes and you turn away as you silently dress yourself. You have to get out. Now. Then you remember your panties are still in his pocket. Oh well, guess you’ll just have to replace them.

You pick up your shoes and begin your walk of shame to the door but Colson tugs at your arm to pull you back. You can feel the tears have begun to silently slip down your cheeks and you feel like a mess. There’s an aching in your chest that you can’t shift and it’s making it hard to breathe.

“Hey, where are you going?” Colson asks, confusion in his tone. He’s trying to make eye contact but you can’t look at him.

“It’s ok, I understand,” you mumble.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N? What’s ok? Wait, are you crying?” He cups your cheeks and forces you to look at him.

“It’s ok that you wish we hadn’t…I understand you don’t want this and you want to be just friends.”

“What fucking planet are you living on?” You don’t know what to say so you shrug. “Y/N, I am in love with you. Do you get that? I have been in love with you since we were 14 and I used to give you piggy back rides and giggle in my ear when I would spin you around. I’ve loved you since you painted my nails, the first time, because it was raining and you were bored and I wanted to make you happy. I’ve loved you since the first time we had a secret sleepover when your parents weren’t home and you wrapped your arm around me in your sleep. This was never going to be just be sex, you and I will never be ‘just friends’ again. I want you and only you. I am yours and have been since I first laid eyes on you.”

And with that speech Colson crashes his lips to yours and the happiness you feel right now, warms your whole body. You wrap yours arms around Colson’s neck and you smile into Colson’s lips with pure joy. There’s a wolf whistle at the kitchen entryway and you pull away from Colson’s lips. You try to move away from him but he snakes and arm around your waist and holds you to his side.

“So this is the ‘errand’ you had to run?” Rook teases you with his arms folded over his chest and a huge grin on his face. You’re never going to hear the end of this.

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best first

Colson x Reader

Content Warnings: smut (18+), oral m&f receiving, loss of virginity, some blood, swearing

Words: 3757

I have had the WORST writer's block in the world so thanks for your patience with me! Just a little note - virginity is a social construct and does not define who someone is. This was sort of inspired by my own first time so just take the virginity talk with a grain of salt.

You were lying in bed beside Colson, your best friend of more than 10 years. The two of you had grown up together and had been there for each other in almost every stage of life so far. Your friendship continued past high school, and now that the two of you were in your early twenties, it was stronger than ever.

You were watching Superbad, a favorite of yours, and you had just gotten to the part where McLovin’ was about to lose his virginity. You giggled as the character exclaimed, “It’s in.” Colson laughed behind you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“McLovin’s a legend,” he remarked. 

You laughed and nodded, continuing to watch the movie, but then something so stupid but so real occured to you. McLovin’, the scrawny nerd, was losing his virginity in high school and here you were, in your twenties and still a virgin. You knew it was stupid; McLovin’ was a character and this was real life. But it was the principle of it.

Colson continued to laugh at the movie as you fell quiet. “Hey,” he said, curling his hand around your bicep. “Are you okay?”

You sighed softly and bit your lip before rolling onto your back. Colson knew you too well for you to lie. He wouldn’t believe anything but the truth. His brow furrowed as he waited for you to speak, confused as to how Superbad could have upset you.

“How is it that McLovin’ got laid in high school and I didn’t?” you asked.

Colson chuckled. “Y/N, it’s a movie,” he reminded you.

You frowned at him. “I’m aware.”

Colson laughed softly. “Sorry,” he said, studying your face. “You know that you could lose it any time you wanted,” he pointed out.

Your frown deepened. “Not true.” Colson opened his mouth to speak but you continued before he could. “Yeah, I know, I could find a dude on Tinder.” Colson’s mouth closed as you said what he was going to say. “At this point, that’s just so awkward.”

“What do you mean, at this point?” Colson asked. He lifted up on an elbow, looking down at you as he rested his head on his hand. 

You twisted the charm on your necklace anxiously. “Well, the older I get, the less likely it is for me to find someone else who’s a virgin or anyone who would be fine sleeping with a virgin,” you explained. “You know how guys are. They don’t want to sleep with virgins because they’re scared they’ll get attached.” You rolled your eyes at the generalizations you’d heard a million times.

Colson scoffed. “That’s stupid,” he said. 

“Have you slept with any virgins since high school?” you asked, rolling your head over to look at him.

He considered this for a moment. “I don’t think so,” he replied. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t, though. Doesn’t bother me because I’m not a dick.”

You nodded, chewing your lip. “At this rate I just feel like I’ll never lose it,” you confessed quietly. 

“Sex isn’t everything,” Colson said gently.

“I know,” you muttered, “but in our society…”

“I know.”

“Col?”

“Yeah?”

“Is…is there something wrong with me?” you asked. Your cheeks burned and you kept your eyes fixed on a poster hanging on his wall. 

Colson huffed quietly, and you felt his fingers trace gently down your arm, surprising you and making you shiver. “Not at all,” he murmured. You chewed your lip, feeling a little like crying. “Y/N. Look at me,” Colson urged.

It took a moment and Colson’s hand gently cupping your chin to help you, but you turned to look at him. He smiled softly at you, his long lashes leaving shadows on his cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he said firmly. “Okay?”

Your chin wobbled. “How did I make it this far without sleeping with anyone?” you asked.

Colson shook his head. “Come here,” he insisted, opening his arms. You let tears slip from your eyes when he opened his arms and took you into them. “It has nothing to do with you not being good enough,” he said. “Anyone would be lucky to sleep with you.”

You laughed humorlessly, sniffing. “Right. That’s why I’m still a virgin in my twenties,” you mumbled.

Colson frowned against your hairline. “Y/N?” he asked.

“Yeah?” you replied, feeling very sorry for yourself. 

“Do you trust me?”

“More than anything,” you replied automatically. Colson was quiet for long enough that finally, you lifted your head to look at him. He looked unusually…nervous? Shy? It was rare you saw Colson this way and it piqued your interest. “Col?”

“I could be your first,” he blurted, immediately biting down on his lip and closing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I just…”

“You mean it?” you asked quietly. Slowly, Colson’s eyes opened. You couldn’t deny that your best friend was sexy. Tall, bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, piercings and tattoos galore. A deep voice, big hands, and a great body. You would be stupid not to notice. But there was no way he could be serious, right? Colson, taking your virginity?

Colson was studying your face and he was tense, still cuddled up to you. “I mean…just to help you out,” he explained. “I hate seeing you like this.”

“Don’t do it just as a favor,” you mumbled, “just because you feel bad for me.”

Colson’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, eyes dropping to your mouth for a split second. “I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t get anything out of it,” he replied. 

You stared at him for a long few moments. “Are you even attracted to me?”

“Of course I am,” Colson replied quickly, and then his cheeks flushed. “I mean…”

“Really?” you asked.

Colson smiled sheepishly. “How could I not be?” he asked. “Just…look at you.”

It was your turn for red cheeks. You had looked at yourself. Many times. Hours spent wondering what was so wrong with you that no one wanted to touch you. You met his eyes timidly. “I guess I don’t see what you see,” you said quietly.

Colson softened, hand going gently to your cheek. You closed your eyes as his thumb gently grazed the tender skin beneath your eye. You felt his breath against your lips and your eyes fluttered open again. “I’m going to ask you one more time,” he mumbled. “Do you trust me?”

You met his blue eyes, holding your breath. “Yes,” you admitted. You could feel his heart pounding against your own. He held your gaze for a moment before his hand cupped your jaw. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The books and movies talked about feeling fireworks when people kissed, but finally, it made sense to you. 

Your heart nearly exploded in your chest when Colson’s lips met yours. He was warm and his lips were soft and firm at the same time and his body was against yours and your head spun in the best way. You were shocked at how quickly your body reacted to him.

His hand left your cheek to land on your waist instead, curling gently around your curves. Your hand landed on his bicep, squeezing the muscle gently as you let yourself fall into the moment. When Colson’s lips parted, his tongue gently grazing yours, your thighs ached to squeeze together. You were turned on already. 

Your arm wrapped around his neck first, and then your leg was draped over his hip, almost of its own accord. But Colson reacted just as quickly, his hand sliding up your thigh and around to land on your ass. His warm palm rested there for a moment before squeezing gently, drawing a soft moan from deep within you. Colson paused the kiss, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. “This okay?” he whispered.

Yes, God yes, don’t stop, you wanted to say, but all you could do was nod and kiss him again, feeling like you couldn’t breathe or function without his mouth on yours now that you’d felt it. The soft sound Colson emitted was the step over the line between friends and…whatever this was. Soon enough, you were straddling Colson completely, both of his hands planted on your ass to help you grind against him. It wasn’t long before you could feel him straining against his sweats which only encouraged you to roll your hips down harder, seeking the friction through your thin shorts.

You were surprised by the moan you let out when Colson’s hands slipped beneath your shorts to grip your bare ass. You may have been a virgin, but you’d been fingered and eaten out before. But this, just kissing and grinding, was already so much better than anything you’d experienced before. You knew without even removing your clothes that this would be one orgasm you wouldn’t have to fake. 

Finally, you broke the kiss to catch your breath, but Colson wasted no time in pressing his lips along your jaw and onto your neck. You shivered and whimpered quietly as his lips parted over your sensitive neck, his teeth grazing gently over your collarbones as his fingers pushed the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. You bit your lip and let him kiss you, enjoying every sensation his lips brought you. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N, I’ve thought about this forever,” he murmured, face buried in your neck as his hands kneaded your ass. You were speechless, shocked at his admission. Forever? You’d thought about it just as long. You’d had feelings for Colson since you were both teenagers, but you never dwelled on it because you knew it would never happen. Or so you’d thought. 

“Me too,” you breathed as his hands moved to your hips. 

“Get on your back for me?” Colson asked. You nodded and quickly switched positions with him. His lithe body hovered over yours and you could feel his cock pressed against you. You wanted desperately to feel him bare. Your hands skimmed beneath his t-shirt and he helped you remove it. Instantly, your hands were back on his body, moving up his rippled abdomen and over his warm chest, your fingers mapping his tattoos. 

Colson sighed and bit his lip, letting your hands wander for a moment before finally grabbing both of them in one big hand and pressing them into the bed above your head. His lips met yours again, harder this time, his teeth lightly tugging at your bottom lip. “Can I take this off?” he asked, meeting your eyes as his fingers toyed with the bottom of your tank top. You nodded hastily even though your tank had a built-in bra, and once the top was gone, you were naked from the waist up. 

Colson wet his lips and you arched your back, helping him to remove the tight tank top. It fell to the floor and Colson’s eyes were glued to your chest, so dark you could barely make out the irises in the low glow of the TV, now ignored. He wet his lips as he brought his hands up to cup your breasts. You inhaled sharply as his thumbs grazed your nipples ever so gently. Your cheeks reddened in a moment of embarrassment; after all, this was your best friend, seeing you and touching you for the first time.

Your legs rested atop Colson’s thighs, wrapped loosely around his waist, and he hiked your hips higher, pulling you closer. Then, his hands skimmed their way up your stomach again before his fingers traced the curves of your breasts. You bit your lip, barely breathing as he dipped his head, swiping his tongue gently over your nipple. He wrapped his lips around the bud and you groaned, arching your back into the sensation. 

Chills rose on your skin as he went back and forth, gently sucking, flicking his tongue, and even grazing his teeth over your nipples. You were trembling, breathing shakily by the time he lifted his head. “This okay?” he whispered.

“Y-yes,” you managed, swallowing hard to regain some composure. 

Colson smirked a little and then tucked his fingers into the waist of your shorts. “Can I take these off?” You nodded, lifting your hips to help him remove the thin shorts. He took his lip between his teeth as he stared down at you, seeing that your panties had been soaked through already. He let out a little husky laugh as his thumb swiped over the spot, causing you to hiss. 

Blue eyes flicked to yours. “Can I?” he asked. You didn’t know exactly what he was asking for, but you were ready for whatever it was. The answer was undoubtedly yes and you nodded quickly. 

You watched as Colson shifted his body so he was lying on his stomach, your legs pulled one at a time over his shoulders. Big hands gripped your hips, pulling you right to his mouth and you lost your breath as his warm lips met your clothed pussy. You let your eyes slip closed as he mouthed you through your soaked panties before tugging them aside with a long finger. You moaned as he ran his tongue over your clit, your hips jerking up slightly. He secured your hips down with one arm as he began to use his tongue on you.

You held back your moans and whimpers as best as you could, feeling embarrassed by the sounds begging to come out of you, but once Colson fingers came into the mix, you lost the battle. As one finger curved inside of you, finding your g-spot immediately, a raw, shaky moan left your lips before you could even think about it. Your hands flew down to tangle into his soft hair. 

Colson pulled back momentarily to look up at you, his face wet with your desire, and you lost your breath. “Y/N,” he said roughly. “Say my name.” Then, his face disappeared again. 

Your heart pounded and your body temperature rose as Colson’s mouth continued to work miracles between your legs. “Colson!” you cried out, unable to help it. When you started to clench and flutter around his fingers, he pulled back. You whimpered in disappointment, but Colson just smirked.

“Nah, I wanna feel you come,” he said softly. He got to his feet and dropped his sweats and boxer briefs. Your eyes grew huge as you saw what was between his legs. Fuck. That was going to hurt. You watched his every move as he fished in his bedside table for a condom. 

“Col,” you practically squeaked. He looked over at you. “Not…not yet.” His brow lifted. You reached for him and he set the condom down, allowing you to pull him close. You guided him onto his back and he looked confused until you began to kiss down his chest and stomach. Then, he let out a soft groan in anticipation, settling into the bed. 

Colson sucked in a sharp breath as your tongue dragged over the sensitive head of his dick, already leaking precome. You may have been a virgin but you were a pro at this. You ran your tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock slowly, drawing a tortured moan from Colson’s lips. He wanted you badly, but he wasn’t going to push you. He didn’t want to scare you. 

Finally, you wrapped your lips around him and sunk down on his sizable dick. He moaned again, his hand gently weaving into your hair as you began to slowly bob your head. You liked his taste, liked the feeling of him on your tongue, the way his size felt like way too much. You loved the way you gagged slightly when he lifted his hips, and you loved the moment he pulled you off of him, panting. “If you still want to have sex, you gotta stop,” he warned. 

You nodded. “I want to,” you said. 

Colson caught his breath and studied your face for any doubt. “Are you sure? You can change your mind at any time,” he said gently, sitting up and cupping your cheek. 

You nodded again. “I want this, Col, I promise,” you said. He smiled softly and held your head in his hands as he kissed you, slow and sweet. He helped to guide you onto your back, letting you get comfortable before reaching for the condom. You watched his every move with your lip between your teeth. Once the condom was on, he hovered over you, looking down at you. 

You reached up to push his blonde hair out of his eyes and he smiled at you. You smiled back, a feeling of safety washing over you. Colson would take care of you. It would hurt, yes, but he was going to make sure you were okay. And that was all you could ask for your first time. 

“Ready?” he murmured. You nodded, sliding your hands over his shoulders as he looked down to align himself at your entrance. “Just relax as best as you can, okay?”

“Okay,” you said quietly. You closed your eyes and winced as Colson began to push inside you. He groaned softly at the feeling of you squeezing his cock as he inched in slowly. You were wet enough that it wasn’t a struggle for him to press inside of you, but it definitely hurt. 

“Hey, shh,” he soothed, pausing to kiss your lips softly. “It’s okay. Just breathe. You want me to stop?”

“No, keep going,” you insisted. Colson nodded and bit his lip as he pushed in to the hilt. 

“Fuck,” he cursed quietly, closing his eyes. “You’re so tight.” His voice was tight and breathless. Slowly, your body began to accept the feeling of him and you began to relax as the pain faded. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, the pain fading to a dull ache. “You can move.”

Colson leaned into kiss you as he began to thrust slowly, so slowly that it kind of hurt. You broke the kiss to tell him to move faster. He nodded quickly and kissed you again as his motions sped up. You were so wet that he was easily able to move, and the more you adjusted to him, the easier it was for him to move. 

Soon, your legs were shaking and you were moaning into his mouth as his dick reached places within you that no one’s fingers ever had. It was such an intense feeling and your entire body was reacting to it, your back arching every time he ground forward, delivering amazing friction to your clit. “Fuck,” you whined, closing your eyes. “Colson-”

“Does that feel good?” he murmured into your neck, leaving kisses on your sensitive skin.

“Y-yeah, fuck,” you gasped. Your legs shook as you pressed them more firmly to his hips. You weren’t sure you could have an orgasm in this position, but it felt amazing. Soon enough, Colson pulled out of you.

“Can you turn over onto your stomach for me, baby?” Colson asked. You nodded and did as you were told. Colson pulled you up onto your hands and knees, and you shivered as you felt him press to you again. You groaned as you took him inside, gasping once he was in all the way. He felt somehow deeper in this position, which you hadn’t known was possible. 

He only needed to thrust a few times before you realized you’d be able to come in this position. You reached between your legs to rub your clit but Colson swatted your hand away and did it himself. Your jaw dropped as his fingers pressed to your clit exactly how you needed them. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned shakily.

“Yeah, does that feel good?” Colson muttered. “Fuck, love when you squeeze my dick like that.”

It wasn’t something you could control. You were getting close, clenching around him hard as his fingers rubbed tight circles into your clit. “Oh Colson,” you whimpered, legs quaking as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

“Fuck, are you about to come?” he gritted out. “I can feel you.”

The only response you could give was a whine because your vision was beginning to waver. You knew you were close, and as Colson fucked into you hard, you cried out as it hit. Pleasure washed over you in waves, so much more intense than when you were by yourself. The feeling of clenching around him as you came rolled one orgasm into another and you cried out and whimpered as your body started to wilt. 

You soon realized that Colson was fucking you hard, moaning and gasping behind you so beautifully, hips stuttering. “Fuck, I’m gonna come-” was all the warning he could give before he buried himself deep inside of you and let go into the condom. His moans were music to your ears and you loved the way he gripped your hips and rutted against you as you milked his orgasm out of him. 

Finally, he began to pant, slumping over you with an exhausted, “Fuck.” Carefully, he pulled out of you and you heard him curse.

“What?” you asked.

“Don’t worry,” he said, carefully getting off the bed, “you’re just bleeding, is all.”

“Oh,” you said, embarrassed at the fact that it was probably going to get on his sheets. He hurried into the bathroom, dampening a washcloth with warm water before returning to gently clean you up. You hissed quietly and lay down once he was done. You glanced over, and sure enough, there was blood on his sheets. “Fuck, Colson, I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly.

He shook his head. “No, don’t be,” he insisted. “I-” He stopped himself.

“What?” you asked.

He met your eyes. “I kind of like it,” he admitted, cheeks reddening. 

“Oh,” you said with a bashful smile. You rolled off the bed to go pee and clean up some more. When you returned, the sheets had been replaced and Colson was lying on his back, the blanket pulled up to his waist. 

He smiled at you. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Come here.” You went to him, allowing him to pull you in close. “How was that?”

“Amazing,” you said. “Thank you.”

Colson chuckled and kissed your hairline. “Anything for you.”

“Anything?” you asked.

Colson raised a brow at you.

You grinned. “Just wondering if that could happen again.”

Colson laughed and nodded. “Oh, I think it will be,” he said with a smirk.

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KINKTOBER DAY 8: Watersports Part II

By popular request...Colson on the RECEIVING end of a golden shower. Why am I nervous to post this?! AHHHH. Here. Logging off now.

You were curled up on the couch downstairs watching a show and dozing off, bored. It was day 2 of your period, which was the absolute worst. You’d woken up before Colson due to cramps, and you’d been up for hours without him. You were feeling needy and you were missing him. 

You decided to go upstairs and go back to bed with him if he was still sleeping. You went upstairs and let yourself into your shared bedroom, walking down the small hallway to where the bed was. You paused, stumbling a little. “Oh,” you said. 

Colson was in bed, phone in hand, hand occupied. He looked at you, eyes widening. “Shit!” he said, accidentally dropping his phone to the floor. Your eyes darted down, catching the video that was playing. Your cheeks burned red at the sight, but you couldn’t look away. 

On the screen, there was a man kneeling in a bathtub. The woman above him was giving him a golden shower. Your eyes widened slightly; you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Colson scrambled to pick up his phone and shut off the video. He tossed his phone on the nightstand and ran his hands through his messy hair. He looked at you sheepishly. “Sorry, baby,” he said remorsefully.

You frowned, confused. “Why?” you asked, still frozen in place. 

Colson sighed. “I don’t know. I was jerking off.” He shrugged, looking guilty.

“I don’t care,” you insisted, shaking your head. You finally found the ability to move and you climbed into bed beside him. “You know what week it is.” Colson was always down for period sex, but you always turned him down for the first few days. “I don’t mind if you get yourself off. I do it, too.”

Colson looked over at you, anxiety in his eyes. You could tell he wanted to ask if you’d seen it, but he didn’t. You lay on your side, facing him, but you didn’t look at him. You felt too bashful. “Are you…are you really into that?” you asked quietly, picking at a thread on the comforter. 

“Wouldn’t have been watching it if I wasn’t.” Colson laughed softly. 

“I just thought you were only into giving,” you replied. 

“Usually I am,” he said. “I’ve never been on the receiving end before. But I stumbled on a video and, I don’t know.” 

You could tell he was embarrassed, so you dropped it, opting to snuggle up to him and put your hand on his stomach. “Let me finish you off, baby,” you said. 

Colson leaned in closer, kissing you. “If you’re offering.” You giggled and descended beneath the sheets.

* * *

A couple of weeks had passed and you’d forgotten about what you walked into in the chaos of work and life. You knew Colson had many kinks, some he only really liked to watch and not reenact. 

You were sitting on the couch on your laptop when Colson entered the room, hovering somewhat awkwardly in the doorway. You looked over, raising a brow. “Babe?” you questioned.

“Hey,” he said, twisting one of his rings. He was nervous. 

You grinned a little. “Are you okay?” you asked. 

Colson walked over to you then, dropping onto the couch beside you. He sighed as if he was dealing with some deeply troubling internal struggle, and after a moment, he let his head drop to your shoulder. You chuckled and closed your laptop, setting it on the couch beside you. “Penny for your thoughts, babe?”

“Y/n,” he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. “I’m about to ask for something and I’m not sure what you’ll say.”

“When have I ever said no to sex with you, aside from when I’m on my period?” you asked. 

“Not that,” he said. “Well…kind of that. But more than that.”

“Spit it out, Kells,” you laughed, gripping his hair to lift his head from your shoulder. “What is it, babe? It’s me. Just ask!”

“Fine,” Colson said. His cheeks were red but he looked earnest. “Baby…I really want you to give me a golden shower.”

You blinked. “Oh,” you said, your exact reaction to walking in on him watching porn of the same subject. 

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Colson said, pushing a hand through his hair. He got off the couch, pacing a little. “Just you, above me, god.” He bit his lip and turned to face you. “I don’t even know why, but it’s so fucking hot and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Your eyes dropped to where his gray sweatpants were tented and your eyes widened. “Holy shit. You really want this, don’t you?” you asked.

Colson dropped to his knees before you. “Please, y/n. Please.” He put his palms together pleadingly. His blue eyes were so sincere. “I know it’s kind of weird, but I need it, baby.”

You had never seen Colson like this before, nowhere even close. He’d asked you to try things with him, sure, but this was a new level. He’d used the word need, for fuck’s sake. 

You swallowed. The thought of it embarrassed you a little, but Colson’s pure want was doing something weird to your lower stomach and between your legs. “You really want it?” you asked quietly.

“More than anything,” Colson said, holding eye contact with you.

You sighed and leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands. You kissed his lips softly. “I love you,” you said. “And I’ll do anything for you. Of course I will, baby.”

Colson’s eyes brightened and his hands came up to cover yours. “Wait, really?” he asked, a kid in a candy store.

“Yeah,” you said, laughing as Colson climbed on top of you, wrapping you up in a bear hug. “Colson!” you squealed.

“I fucking love you,” he muttered into your neck. 

“I love you, too,” you giggled, shaking your head. Ridiculous. The things you did for this man. 

* * *

Colson purchased an expensive bottle of wine, and the following night, he poured two large glasses. You eyed the glass, eyes widening a little. He’d already had you drinking water all day to prepare for the night. “Do you want me to piss myself?” you asked. 

Colson looked up from where he stood at the island in the kitchen, eyes glazing over a little. “Would you?”

“Colson-”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Not what we’re doing tonight. But in the future…maybe.”

You shook your head, laughing. “God, just when I think I know you, you surprise me,” you said, reaching for your glass. You took a long swig of wine, sighing. It was delicious. 

Colson took a long sip, too, dark eyes wandering the length of your body. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he asked, voice husky. 

You bit your lip, leaning over the counter so your cleavage was on display. Colson’s eyes immediately dropped there. “I know,” you said with a smirk. 

“Come here,” Colson said. You rounded the counter and set your wine glass down, sliding your hands over Colson’s shoulders as his found your waist. He pulled you in close, kissing your forehead. One of his big hands slowly slid to your lower stomach. “Gotta go yet?”

“I’ve been peeing every twenty minutes for the past hour,” you chuckled. “All that water you forced on me.” You looked up at Colson as you felt a bulge growing slowly in his pants. 

“Finish your wine,” he insisted, mouth on yours. You let your eyes close as his tongue found its way into your mouth, teasing you. You let out a shaky breath as he pulled back, picking up his own glass. You swallowed hard and lifted your glass, taking another long drink. 

“You never answered my question,” he said, dark eyes dropping to your chest and then your stomach. 

“Yes, I have to go,” you said, crossing your legs. “Like I said, every twenty minutes, and it’s been at least thirty.”

“Good,” he said, and you weren’t sure his voice could get any lower. You tipped back your wine glass as Colson dropped to his knees again, hands on your waist as he kissed your stomach. Big hands went to your ass, pulling you closer as he kissed down your thigh before lifting it over his shoulder. He pushed your dress out of the way. 

You watched him after another drink, your breathing becoming labored as he pressed kisses to your inner thigh. He was taking his time to tease you, straight teeth grazing against your sensitive flesh. One long finger tucked your panties to the side and he drew his tongue over you. He moaned at your taste and looked up at you. “You’re wet,” he rasped. “You like the idea of pissing on me, baby?”

Your cheeks reddened and you swallowed hard, busying yourself with another gulp of wine. “Seeing you turned on turns me on,” you explained.

Colson smirked. “Fair,” he murmured, then refocused his attention to your clit, licking it gently. 

“Fuck,” you hissed, head falling back as Colson teased you, tongue swiping over your clit and dipping into your entrance to get a better taste. By the time your wine glass was empty, you were panting. “Cols-”

Colson stood up and finished off his own wine, looking down at you. His hand slid back to your stomach and this time, you winced. The wine had gone straight through you. “Mm. I think you’re ready, huh?” he murmured. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

He took your hand and you followed him up the stairs to the bedroom and then into the bathroom where the huge jacuzzi tub was. Nerves churned in your stomach as your eyes landed on the tub. Could you do this? It was what Colson wanted - no, needed. 

Colson slowly began to take off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He stroked himself a bit as he eyed you. “Get naked, baby,” he encouraged you as he climbed into the tub. You nodded, swallowing hard, and began to undress. “Now come here. Good girl,” he said as you stepped carefully into the bathtub. 

Colson dropped to his knees before you, his queen. He looked up at you and pushed his own hair back, biting his lip. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, insecurity flickering in his eyes for a moment. 

After that huge glass of wine, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed, and you weren’t as nervous. Plus, you really had to pee. 

“Of course,” you said, stroking his cheek. For once, you felt like the dominant one, standing over Colson while he was on his knees, looking up at you pleadingly. “You want it, baby?” you asked, starting to feel more confident. 

“Please,” Colson breathed, hands all over your hips, your waist, your thighs. He couldn’t keep them off you. He lifted one of your legs, placing your foot on the ledge of the bathtub. He reached between your legs, rubbing slow circles into your clit. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, closing your eyes. Your head tipped back slightly, and then you reached out and gripped his hair tightly. “Open your mouth. Tip your head back,” you demanded.

“Shit,” Colson breathed, looking at you like you were an angel. “Yes ma’am.” He licked his lips and then tilted his head back, opening his mouth for you. 

You bit your lip and held his head in place, closing your eyes. It took a second to get started, but Colson’s deep moan when it did was enough to force your eyes open to look down at him. He was in absolute bliss, eyes closed and mouth open as his face began to drip with your release. One of his big hands went to feel his chest as it got wet and he moaned again, his other hand gripping your ass.

You tilted your hips upwards and watched in shock, feeling almost out of your own body. There was a lot inside you, and Colson was loving every second, shaking his head a little as it streamed over his face and down his body. He reached out a hand and pressed against your stomach, causing you to gasp and hunch over a little as desperation shot through you. “Colson,” you said, but it came out more like a moan. 

As your stream slowed to a stop, Colson’s eyes opened. He was panting as he looked up at you in awe. “Jesus Christ, baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking perfect.” With that, he gripped your ass and pulled your pussy right to his mouth, moaning as he began to eat you out with more passion than you’d ever seen. 

“Oh fuck,” you whined, head falling back as your hands found his hair. “Colson-” He was ruthless in the way he pleased you, tongue circling and sucking at your clit almost frantically. You were already so turned on from the kitchen that it wasn’t long before your legs were shaking, knees threatening to buckle. “I’m gonna come-” 

Colson moaned against you and pulled you closer, slipping two fingers inside of you to curl them quickly against your g-spot. You cried out, hips jerking forward as you came hard, Colson’s name falling from your lips. 

Once he was satisfied with his work, Colson got to his feet and let out a breath, pushing his hair back. “You. Are. Perfect,” he said, leaning down for a kiss. 

You dodged him, hand going to his chest. “Can we shower first?” you asked. 

Colson chuckled. “Sure, but I’m definitely fucking your brains out in the shower.”

“Deal,” you said. 

Colson had barely rinsed the suds off his face in the shower before he was kissing you, hands cupping your cheeks as he backed you against the wall. You moaned at the sheer force of the kiss, hands going to Colson’s waist. He flipped you around quickly and pulled your hips back so your back was arched. His dick slid easily inside of you and you moaned, a shiver rolling down your spine. 

“So fucking good to me,” Colson gritted as he began to fuck you hard, his hips slapping against your ass. Your hands slipped on the wall as you bent, jaw slack with pleasure. “You have no idea how sexy you are, y/n, fuck,” he moaned. 

You were speechless as he fucked you hard, so hard it took your breath away. You were helpless to do anything but take it, hoping your legs didn’t give out when you came. 

“Shit, not gonna last,” Colson gasped, yanking your hair to pull your back to his front, one of his hands squeezing your breast as the other went between your legs. He was using you and it was making you wetter by the second, legs shaking. 

“Close-” was all you managed, head tipped back against Colson’s chest.

“Fuuuuuck, come with me,” Colson demanded, and you did, your walls tightening around him as he came hard inside of you, your moans mingling in the steam of the shower. 

Afterwards, the two of you panted, Colson’s arms still around you from behind. He kissed your head and gave you a squeeze. “Jesus, y/n, I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too,” you breathed, absolutely exhausted.

The two of you finished showering and Colson wrapped you in a fluffy towel. He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. You smiled up at him for a second, but then your smile dropped. “Shit, I have to pee again already,” you said.

“You could-”

“Alright, honey, that’s enough piss kink for you tonight,” you said with a laugh, walking over to the toilet.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Colson pouted. You rolled your eyes and grinned, knowing that, without a doubt, you would do absolutely anything that this boy wanted you to. 

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drunk fun ~ machine gun kelly & yungblud

word count: 2164

request?: yes!

“can you do a MGK x Dom x reader.. smut👀"

description: some friends getting together to drink turns into something a whole lot more when said friends get a little too drunk

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader x yungblud

warnings: swearing, drinking, smut

masterlist

Another show, another celebratory afterparty. Except, instead of it being a crazy party with essentially anyone who would show up, Colson and Dom decided to have a more tame party. Just the band members, their tour managers if they wanted to come, and Colson’s girlfriend, (Y/N), who had recently joined them on tour.

They were gathered in Colson and (Y/N)’s hotel room, drinking whatever alcohol was in the mini fridge, plus some extra beer that their tour managers picked up for them before the show.

Everyone else ended up turning in not too long after the get together started, leaving only Colson, (Y/N), and Dom.

“Are you gonna pussy out and turn in, too?” Colson asked him as he finished his fifth bottle of beer.

“Not unless you two want me to,” Dom responded. “I’m so full of energy from the show honestly I can’t imagine going to bed right now.”

Colson looked up at you, perched on his lap with a drink mixed from the alcohol in the mini fridge and a Pepsi she had picked up after the show. “What about you, baby? You tired yet?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I took a nap before the show so I’m basically wide awake right now.”

“Alright then, it’s been decided. We’re a party of three now.”

Colson held his beer out. (Y/N) and Dom laughed and tapped their drinks against his before the three of them held their heads back and finished the contents of their drink.

Hours passed, but by the first passing hour the three of them were properly drunk. So much so that at one point Colson even got a text from his manager that they had to keep it down or else the hotel would kick them out due to a noise complaint.

(Y/N) produced a deck of cards from her bag, one of the things she brought with her to keep herself occupied on busy days, or when she wasn’t feeling up to joining Colson at after parties, and the group decided to play a game of poker.

“Let’s make it interesting,” Colson decided as (Y/N) began dealing the cards. “Strip poker?”

(Y/N) eyed Colson. “Really? Strip poker with your best friend and your girlfriend, who is awful at poker?”

“You’re not awful at poker, you just have a shitty bluff face,” Colson told her. “Just try to not be as shitty and you won’t be the one stripping down.”

(Y/N) didn’t believe him too much about that, but she decided to go ahead with it anyways. Maybe Dom would be courteous enough to throw a few games so that (Y/N) wouldn’t be the one to end up getting naked.

She was so wrong.

Within the hour, she was stripped down to just her bra, underwear, and her t-shirt, meanwhile the furthest either of the boys had gotten was the loss of their shirts and socks. Colson would smirk at her every time her turn came around, knowing that by the end of it she would be stripping another article of clothing off. And of course, he was always right.

“Take that t-shirt off, baby!” Colson exclaimed, reaching for the hem of her shirt to take it off for her. (Y/N) batted him away, an annoyed look on her face.

“Shhhh! We’ll get in trouble!” she reminded him. “I don’t wanna play this anymore.”

“Come on, (Y/N), one more turn. If you lose again we’ll stop.”

She sighed heavily. Maybe it was the alcohol throwing her inhibitions out the window, maybe it was the fact that she felt so comfortable with both boys, or maybe it was just a touch of bravery that she was suddenly starting to feel. Whatever the case, (Y/N) pulled her t-shirt off without any hesitation and threw it with the rest of her clothes.

Dom’s eyes widened. This was the most exposed he had ever seen (Y/N). She was wearing a lacy black bra, that barley covered anything and pushed her boobs up in a way that made them look bigger, with matching black underwear. His eyes raked over her body for some time, unseen by (Y/N) as she was looking back at her cards. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly looked away.

Colson looked up at Dom briefly, seeing the young Brits face turning a bright red. He smirked to himself as he asked, “Something wrong, dude?”

Both Dom and (Y/N) looked up, and (Y/N) caught the same glimpse of Dom’s face Colson had. She giggled to herself as she looked away.

“N-no, everything’s fine,” Dom told Colson. “Just a little warm I guess.”

“That’s cause you have too many layers on,” (Y/N) told him. “Maybe you should take some of them off.”

“No, no, that’s alright,” Dom said, his eyes quickly going back to his cards. “I’ll turn down the heat or something.”

“No man, she’s right,” Colson said. “You can take off more clothes if you want. In fact…”

Colson stood and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his legs and discarding them to the side. (Y/N) giggled and crawled over to Colson, setting herself on his lap again. He brushed her hair over one shoulder and began to kiss her neck. Dom looked away again.

“Don’t be shy, Dom,” (Y/N) told him. “This isn’t new to us. We often have company during…intimate moments.”

Dom’s eyes widened. “Wha - really?”

(Y/N) nodded, a slight moan erupting from her lips as Colson found a sweet spot on her neck. Dom looked down at the cards in his hand, although it was obvious that the game had been long abandoned.

“I’ve always been the adventurous type when it comes to sex,” she explained, “and Colson was always into it. We have parameters, obviously, like no exes, no former crushes or people that have or had a crush on us. Friends can be a grey area, it depends on how long we’ve been friends.”

“But no groupies,” Colson added, finally pulling away from (Y/N) long enough to speak. “The last thing we want is for someone to post about our sex life or to tell the media that we like to have a third party sometimes.”

(Y/N) shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s fun to experiment, to go beyond the comfort zone for some people. Like you, since you’re fidgeting and can’t look at us while we’re talking.”

“It’s just something I’ve never really thought of,” Dom told them. “Like I’ve never really talked about a threesome with any of my girlfriends or anything. They were never interested and because of that I never brought it up or anything.”

“Some people aren’t interested,” (Y/N) said. “Some girls would rather not have two dicks the one time, or have a female partner due to jealousy, some guys just wouldn’t want to fuck a girl with another guy in fear of…you know, stuff they’d consider gay or whatever. And some people would just rather have one sexual partner at a time. Which, is something else I should add, we only ever have sex with someone else while the other person is willingly involved. If the other people isn’t willing, or isn’t involved in some way, we don’t do it.”

“That’s right, my heart and my dick belongs to one girl,” Colson confirmed as he planed a kiss on (Y/N)’s cheek.

Dom shuffled awkwardly. He wasn’t really sure what to do with this information. Of course, he had nothing against his friends adventurousness, but why were they telling him this?

“Are you asking me if I…?” Dom started to ask them, but his words trailed off as realization hit him.

“Not if you don’t want to,” (Y/N) told him. “I know it’s a bit much considering the fact that we’re all best friends, and I’m your best friend’s girlfriend. And this wasn’t our original intent with asking you to stay, by the way. I don’t want you to think we’re just trying to get you into bed.”

Dom would be lying if he said he didn’t find (Y/N) beautiful, in a respective way of course since she was Colson’s girlfriend. He especially found her beautiful now, wearing just her matching lingerie, laid out in Colson’s lap with his hands wondering her body. Of course he had never thought about her in a sexual way, but if she was offering…if Colson was okay with it.

The smile on (Y/N)’s face brightened as Dom stood and began to take his own pants off. Colson cheered as he took another mouthful of the last beer he had. (Y/N) stood from his lap and took Dom’s hand, leading him towards the bed. She pulled his boxers down around his legs and began to pump his shaft. Dom’s head lulled back in pleasure as he let out a moan. He grew hard in (Y/N)’s head, and when he had she put his tip in her mouth, causing Dom to gasp.

She began to ease his length into her mouth slowly, watching as Dom came undone so quickly. She began to move her head back and forth, and Dom’s hand quickly took a fist of her hair. He tried to keep his moans quiet enough that they didn’t get any more noise complaints, but it was hard to do so when (Y/N) was making him feel so good.

Colson barley seemed bothered in his seat as he continued to drink the last of his beer. When he finished the bottle, he placed it with the others and stood, drawing the attention of Dom and (Y/N). He looked only at his girlfriend as he told her, “On your knees, baby.”

(Y/N) excitedly popped Dom’s dick from her mouth and got up on all fours on the bed, still leaning over the edge enough to take Dom in her mouth again. Colson knelt on the bed behind her and pulled down his boxers just enough to let his own dick spring free. He took it in his hand and pumped himself a few times before lining up with (Y/N)’s entrance and pushing his cock into her. The feeling of Colson filling her caused (Y/N) to moan around Dom.

Colson began thrusting into her, causing her head to move up and down Dom’s shaft without her having to move herself. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by Dom, who was biting his lip to keep from moaning himself. His hand was tangled in her hair and he couldn’t help but move her head faster. Colson’s thrusts became faster as well as he gripped her ass, leaving fingerprints do doubt.

After a while the three of them forgot about the noise complaint and soon enough both Colson and Dom were moaning so loud they were sure their neighbours could hear, and Colson started to thrust so much harder that the hotel room bed began to creek and hit the wall behind it. (Y/N) felt her orgasm quickly approaching, but kept Dom in her mouth as she hit it, her moans vibrating around him.

This was enough to make Dom hit his own high. He threw his head back and thrusted his hips forward, filling (Y/N)’s mouth. She took him deep in her throat, shooting the contents directly down her throat and into her stomach as she swallow. Colson continued to thrust into her, feeling her walls tightening around him as she hit her orgasm. The feeling, plus hearing both her and Dom hitting their own climaxes, drove Colson crazy and his followed not too long after.

As Colson rode out his orgasm, leaning over to place sweet kisses on (Y/N)’s back, she pulled Dom’s dick out of her mouth and smiled up at him, suddenly looking so innocent despite what they had all just done.

Dom’s head was spinning, both from the alcohol still in his system and from his orgasm. He was starting to feel tired, almost like he could pass out on the floor right then and there. He picked up his boxers and slid them back in place, pulling on his pants as well.

“I’m gonna head back to my room, I’m kind of tired,” he told the couple, who were now untangling from one another. “I’ll…I’ll see you both in the morning.”

(Y/N) was settling into the hotel bed as he left, giggling to herself. Colson cleaned himself up and got into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her.

“How weirded out do you think he is?” she asked Colson as she rested her head on his chest.

“Right now? Very,” he responded. “Tomorrow morning, probably not as much.”

“Do you think he’ll want to do it again?”

Colson smirked as he kissed the top of her head. “Oh, definitely.”