🎸Warnings: SMUT (18+), language, mentions of abusive exes, drugs, unprotected intercourse
🎸Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8HtwsnuTIw
((I’m sorry, but I just needed to write this cause JESUS, I miss my Kells lovers.))
“Colson, you can’t just come in like this and say everything is fine when it obviously isn’t.” you scolded your fiancé, who had just come back into the house from his at-home studio out back.
“It’s fine,” he seethed, still walking towards his office as you patted after him, hot on his trail.
His jaw was clenched, and he didn’t want to say or talk about anything that he had experienced that day. The art used for his Tickets To My Downfall album cover was art from somebody else that he didn’t have the rights to.
And he had already signed 13,000 copies.
So not only did he have to reshoot an album cover on short notice, but he felt a weight at the bottom of his stomach, guilt, for the artist who’s art he felt he took. It all piled up throughout the day. Phone calls with his PR team, his band, the person who created the cover art, etc.
“Well, you need to tell me what’s wrong. First you come in, slam the door, and now you won’t even talk to your own fucking fiancé, which is kind of frustrating. So. What. Is. Wrong.”
You were getting annoyed now. You, out of all people, understood a bad day, but at this point, he was acting like a child.
He could feel his jaw clench tighter as he bit his tongue. It wasn’t your fault he was having a bad day, and he was acting stupid, but of course him being him, he would never admit that out loud.
As he reached in his drawer, he grabbed a pre-rolled joint out and fished a lighter out of his pocket. As he lit it, you were visibly fuming, which caught him off guard.
He couldn’t get one puff in before you had snatched it, sucking it furiously, a cloud of smoke pouring out of your nostrils as you starred him down, “Seriously, what the fuck is your problem, Kells?” you snapped, leaning the joint away from him when he tried to grab it back.
“Just ignore it! Fuck, why the fuck are you acting like a crazy bitch all of a sudden?!” his voice was raised, his body now close to you, and not in the way you wanted it. It scared you.
It wasn’t his fault. Past experiences with other relationships were to blame. But still.
Your face sported an uneasy expression. But before Colson could open his mouth to apologize or say anything, you had stormed away, putting the joint in the ashtray on your way out.
You slipped on some shoes and out the door you went, slamming it behind you as you walked to your car, getting in and starting it up. But before you could pull out of the driveway, a sudden pounding on the window stopped you in your tracks.
It was Colson, banging on the passenger side window, asking to be let in.
“Come on, just open the door so we can talk,” you barely heard him through the window, but you heard him. In return, you gave him a deadly glare.
“Just open the fucking door, babe,” he was getting angry now, and that’s when you flipped him the bird, putting the pedal to the metal and speeding out of the driveway.
You looked at the rear-view mirror to see Kells with his hands thrown up, yelling something you couldn’t hear.
5 hours. You were gone 5 hours, and Colson was freaking the fuck out. He had called you dozens of times, and every time, it went straight to voicemail. They started out angry and annoyed. But as time went on, they became more guilty and sad.
You didn’t want to storm out like that, but you needed to get away. Away from him, away from everything. Because Kells wasn’t the only one stressed. You were too, just with work, among other things, and it started to get to you. Kells being an asshole was just the icing on the cake.
As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed all the lights on in the house, which was slightly strange, because Colson was usually knocked out cold at 2:00am. You walked in the front door, and when you came into sight in the living room, you came face to face with a destroyed looking Colson, his hair a mess (more than it usually was), ashtray filled with cigarettes and blunts, half-empty alcohol bottles, and his computer open, his phone in his hand. His eyes were red, and there were tear streaks decorating his face, which broke your heart. You hadn’t seen him like this in forever.
The moment he caught your gaze, he bolted towards you, embracing you tightly as he whispers apologies and praise against the crown of your head, his arms snaking around your waist as you hugged him back, your hands trailing up and down his spine.
“I thought you were gone. I thought you were leaving me,” he muttered, his arms gripping you tighter, “I’m so sorry,”
“I’m not going anywhere, Cols,” you pulled back, looking into his eyes.
He suddenly pulled you in, whimpering ‘i’m sorry’ every now and again into your lips as you kissed him back passionately. You grasped at each other, not wanting to let go in case the other would slip away.
You two collapsed on the couch, your back hitting the cushioned seats, a slight bounce following, your lips never leaving your lover’s as you continued executing this blissful moment.
“I love you,” he muttered against your lips, a smirk finding them.
“I know.” you returned, taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it completely off of his body, exposing the artwork littering his skin. The amount of times you had spent in the mornings, tracing every single one with your finger nail was unbelievable.
He did the same to you, and soon enough, you were both in the nude, Colson’s lips finding your collarbone, sucking, nipping, and licking at all your sensitive spots. It almost scared you how much he knew your body, memorized it, and you loved it.
Your hands found his scalp, soft moans leaving your lips as he continued to touch you. You soon felt his hand drag down, his hand soon finding your aching cunt, his fingers rubbing up and down your slit.
Your grip on his hair became tighter, only egging him on to do more, to press down tighter on your clit. He was soon rubbing tight circles right where you needed him.
You moaned louder, your head thrown back and your eyes clenched shut. Colson had pulled his mouth away from your skin to look at your face, his future wife writhe in the ecstasy that only he could give her.
His eye raked over your expression, marveling at your beauty as he felt your legs begin to shake, your body tensing up, which could only mean on thing.
“M’gonna c-cUm, baby, fuck, gonna cum,” you stuttered out, your coil so close to snapping it was almost painful.
He suddenly pulled away, which made your eyes snap open and a whine of discomfort leave your lips.
“Shh, sweet girl, I’ll take care of you.” he promised, positioning his body between your legs, lining himself up with you.
You squirmed in anticipation, wanting this, needing this, more than you should. He watched you closely as he entered you, groans finding their way out of his mouth and whines falling from yours, the both of you in complete bliss as he bottomed out, his hand taking yours, squeezing.
You whimpered as he stretched you out, discomfort raging through your body.
“I know, princess, I know,” he held you close, waiting for you to adjust as he tried to comfort you the best he could.
Soon, the sharp pain turning into a dull ache. You slowly nodded your head, signaling him to start moving, Colson giving you a soft kiss to your temple.
He started at a slow pace, whispering praise into your ear, you fingernails already gently gazing up and down his Salvador Dalí tattoo on his back. Slowly but surely, his pace became quicker and quicker, one of his hands going down and squeezing your hip, his other arm holding him up.
Soon his pace was almost punishing, moans coming from the both of you, your mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ as he drove into you. In, out, in, out. It was complete bliss as you clenched around him. All the while, he was now whispering dark nothings to you.
“You look so pretty like this, under me, you’re like a goddess,”
“You’re my everything, babygirl,”
“Perfect, just for me, right? You know I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”
“Wanna cum, baby? I can feel you clenching.”
You weren’t able to form a proper sentence, your senses consumed with him and only him. It was perfect, and you felt so close to him in moments like these where you could feel yourself almost completely let go.
“Gonna cum-” was all you could get out before you felt the coil snap like a twig, your mind spiraling into pleasure, your body tensing and shaking, your nails violently scratching at his back, starting a chain reaction as Colson’s hips stuttered, hitting his own climax.
You could see stars behind your lids as they rolled into the back of your head as he held you close. You rode out each other’s highs, light pants filling the air as you both came back down to Earth.
“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered, making you look at him as he adjusted the two of you so you were laying on top of him.
He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch, covering you both up as you let out a sigh.
“It’s okay. But the next time you talk to me like that, I’m throwing hands.”
There never was a next time.
((I’M SO READY FOR TICKETS TO MY DOWNFALL, IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, FUCK))
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