returning from my very long break from writing with a colson fluff, please let me know what you think.
requested: yes
summary: spending an early summer’s morning on the balcony with colson.
word count: 986 - short but sweet :)
warnings: mention of sexual acts but it’s in not detail at all.
my writing
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mornings were always your favourite. waking up at the crack of dawn, sometimes before the sunrise so you could see the soft hues of orange and yellow spread across the sky. sunrises warmed your chest to the point you couldn’t explain the feeling in words.
it is five thirty in the morning and it was still slightly dark outside. it enough to light up the room where you can see, although the chirps of the birds from the trees alarmed you that it was getting closer and closer to the sunrise.
swinging your bare legs out of the bed slowly, careful not to wake the sleeping man who is letting out soft snores through his plump lips next to you, you lean down and grab your pyjama bottoms that colson tore off your legs the night before. after slipping them on, you lean over the bed to leave a barely there kiss on colson’s slightly sweaty forehead and walk towards the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth before walking downstairs to make your morning coffee.
the delicious aroma of coffee beans drifts through the quiet kitchen as the coffee machine fills your favourite mug with the caffeinated brown liquid. the flavourful smell floods your nose as you pick up the now filled to the brim mug, before strutting up the stairs again and opening the door to the bedroom.
with a quick glance over to the king sized bed, a loving smile spreads across your face as you take in colson’s relaxed state. he’s turned himself over so he is lying on his stomach, head facing your now empty pillow and one of his arms resting where you would be laying, whilst the other is resting above his head. the duvet has lowered itself, exposing his tattoo littered back and the top of his naked bottom from both of your antics from the night before, and the sight makes your heart rise as you gawk over your man's exposed body. quietly, after peeling your eyes off your sleeping lover, you make your way to the sliding doors, picking up the book that you’re currently reading from the nightstand, and unlocking it.
inhaling a deep breath once the door opens, the scent of the summer fresh air fills your nostrils and lungs. the chirping of the birds singing songs to each other and the faint sounds of colson’s snores cloud your ears as you soundlessly close the sliding door behind you, before taking a seat on the outdoor sofa perched on the balcony.
colson’s balcony is one of your favourite spots in his house to relax. it’s something about the quietness of the surroundings that warms your insides, the vines that wrap around the railings almost creating your own secret hideout for no one to see. there are no words to explain the comfort that you experience just from sitting on the balcony reading your favourite book and drinking your delicious mug of coffee in the mornings.
opening the book, taking small sips of the warm liquid, your mind can’t help but wander as your eyes scan the words on the pages sitting in your lap. it’s amazing how your brain can picture every scene and you can’t help but drown the real world out, which is why you fail to hear the slight squeak of the sliding door open and your favourite man standing in front of you with sleepy eyes, wearing a blue hoodie and just his boxers.
“baby, what are you doing awake at this time?” he grumbles, voice laced with sleep which makes his voice even deeper than it already is and startling you ever so slightly, as you lift your head with a warm smile. “i looked for you everywhere.”
“i wanted to come and watch the sunrise.” you nod towards the sky, which is now littered in orange and yellow hues and without a doubt, looks absolutely stunning. “you okay?”
looking up at him him with pure admiration, he sends you a nod with a sleepy smile and a slight rub to his puffy eyes, you place the book on the small table that is sitting in front of the sofa, not before placing your bookmark into the page that you were in the middle of reading. situating yourself so your back is resting on the arm of the sofa, you open your arms wide, an invitation for your man to lay between which he happily accepts without any hesitation.
a soft sigh of relaxation and comfort is exhaled through colson’s nose as he lays down between your legs, his head finding a comfortable spot on your chest as he listens to the soft beating of your heart sitting in your chest, and his arms wrapping tightly around your body. looping your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands comes up to run through his hair, detangling the messy curls that knotted together during his sleep delicately with your fingers before placing a soft kiss to the top of his head, earning a gentle kiss to the chest from him in response.
“the bed was cold without you.” he mumbles, placing yet another kiss to your chest and lifting his head and connecting his lips to your jaw, leaving a wet kiss to it, before finally connecting his lips to yours for the first of many times for that day. “i love you so much, angel.”
“i love you too, baby.” you mummer against his lips, and lock your lips with his again, leaving a loving kiss to his soft lips before pulling away and looking up to the sky, admiring the hues.
early mornings were your favourite for many reasons, but this one is definitely at the top of the list. early mornings on the balcony with a sleepy colson, who’s slowly falling back to sleep in your arms as you listen to the world slowly rise from its sleep.
concept: so i know we think of colson as this really rough guy when it comes to sex, but what about soft!dom col where he's strict but caring, and maybe the reader even has a bit of a praise kink. ❤❤
Omg yess
word count: 1.3k
A/N: sorry theres not a lot of smut, my brain got to wandering and I didn't feel the horniest so maybe pt.2? tons of fluff tho and its good to be back :)
Okay, so.
I'm thinking maybe reader has a past that left them uncomfortable with intimacy, whether from a relationship or otherwise. They're still super into freaky shit, but they need to feel comfortable first.
Does that make sense? Like, they need that safety blanket there first.
So obviously at first meeting Colson was scary, because to an outsider (especially early kells) he's this chaotic, sex machine.
It's clear to everyone that Reader is obviously attracted to him, and they are. They love the idea of doing all this kinky stuff with him, and at first Colson being Colson comes on kinda strong with the flirting, which makes them a little nervous to pursue anything.
But, one day, reader is hanging out with the gang (I imagine she's friends with Ashley [ that is his assistants name, right? God, it's been so long ] ) Maybe they're at a restaurant, nothing fancy just something where you seat yourself, and everyone squeezes into a booth, deliberately leaving no room for Colson and Reader, pointing to a two seater across the way.
You sit just far enough away from the group that you're out of earshot, and you can see them peeking the heads up and around the booth to try and catch a glimpse of what you're saying.
It's awkward at first, you're expecting him to drop some flirtatious joke that makes you choke on your drink, but instead he asks you how you met (whoever you're connected to in the group.) You tell him the story and return the question. He opens up about the fact that they're a day one, and even tells you about some of the stuff they went through together, good and bad. It's the first time you'd seen Colson not crazy or off something. He wasn't kicking out a windshield or hanging from the roof by a metal beam, he just was.
It was then that you realized the difference between MGK and Colson baker, and that before today at this restaurant you'd never met the latter.
Colson was able to express himself a lot better than MGK ever seemed to, at least when it came to you. He inquired a lot about you as a person, but the moment was ruined when you were in the midst of exchanging deep personal stories and Rook shot his straw wrapper at Colson and it bounced off his forehead and into his drink. Colson stood to return the favor, his story completely abandoned.
You didn't get a chance to speak to him like that again until two weeks later, when you met up once again in his hotel room. You were both sat on his bed watching spongebob, waiting for Rook, Slim and Baze to return with the bucket of ice. It wasn't a secret to anyone what they were doing, it didn't take three grown men to find an ice machine.
You didn't mind though.
Colson made you a little less nervous now that you'd seen him as someone other than the party animal you'd come accustomed to on stage. He was actually pretty cool, and really funny when he wasn't stressing you out with his antics.
When you asked him if he would finish his story for you he looked surprised.
"Oh, wow. You remember that?"
"Yeah, of course I do. It feels like the first time I ever really got to talk to you." He seemed uncomfortable at first, but continued with his story nonetheless.
The conversation flowed effortlessly until you began talking about how you always found Colson so interesting. He did things that terrified you like they were nothing. You admired his grab life by the balls attitude, and somewhere along the way of your ranting you opened up about how nervous intimacy made you. How most of the time the only way you could ever get off was by masturbating.
You hadn't even brought it up with him in mind, but the relation clicked immediately for him.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."
"No, it's really nothing," you laugh nervously "I think it's just anxiety, I dunno. I'm paranoid."
"No, no. I'm sorry for the way I always talk about you— To you." he corrected "I never realized it made you uncomfortable. You always seemed into it, but I should've been more considerate and I'm sorry. I never would have— If i'd known I was making you uncomfortable—" He rambled
"Colson, it's fine." You cut him off "I mean, I am into a lot of the same stuff as you, It's just... I tend to like the concept a lot more than the reality because I am worried, and I need to feel safe before I can even consider something like that."
Colson must've really taken the conversation to heart, because he treated you a lot differently after that. When he'd heard that his loud onstage personality made you a little nervous he was sure to cool it when he was around you. He made sure to address you directly more often when you hung out in groups, whether to joke with you or as a conversation starter. He hadn't realized how uncomfortable and ostracized you'd been feeling in the group aside from your connection to it, but he was determined to change that.
It took a little bit, but eventually you really were comfortable with him, even when he was acting wild. You realized that being an anxious person and being around someone loud like him that you didn't really know was a little off-putting. Large crowds were hard enough for you, but with constant abrupt movement and noise it only worked to make you more anxious. Once you knew Colson a little better it didn't bother you as much, and he even helped you to become a little more comfortable and a little less anxious.
So when you found yourself in his hotel room once again, finishing the tail end of a family guy episode, you decided to make your move.
You weren't really sure how to start. Not with Colson.
You managed to awkwardly snuggle your way into his side, to which he gladly obliged, but you both remained silent apartment from the episode flashing on the tv. Glancing up at Colson, he stared blankly at the TV, glimpsing down to you momentarily to see what you were looking at him for. Your eyes returned to the TV soon after, your hand finding its resting spot just above his XXX tat.
You could feel Colson's chest shake softly with laughter. You tried to remember what had just happened in the show, but you were so busy anxiously devising your master plan to seduce him that you completely blanked. You could feel your heart beating in your chest. All you wanted was for him to blindfold and tie you to the bed and fucking own you. Everything about him drove you crazy. From his voice to his tats to his eyes to that fucking hair. God, you wanted nothing more than to have him between your legs while you tugged at those beautiful curls.
Your hand drifted lower, your nails scraping softly across his skin. This time he audibly chuckled.
"Are you tryna fuck me?" he asks, causing you to blush. It wasn't that you thought you were being sly, but you didn't expect to be confronted like that.
"I-"
"You're good, it's cute that you're shy, I just don't fuck with that teasing shit so, unless you wanna get yourself in trouble..." Although the words were harsh, his tone was soft. Things progressed quickly after that, your lips meeting in a heated kiss to your hands pinned above your head, his mouth moving to your neck as he whispers in your ear
Summary: It’s the holiday season and you decide to check out the hotel bar. Too bad you never make it up there. You have quite the run in in the hallway.
A/N: This is not my best work, but I am proud. It was a lot to take on. My bestie, @skyebounded, requested it after seeing the above gif. I was up to the challenge and thought it would make a nice Christmas gift. I actually enjoyed myself through parts of this. Other parts made me feel like I was going to burn in hell, but here we are. I hope you enjoy. Ho Ho Ho.
(Apologies for the late posting but it was lost in space until I figured out it was the tags so Merry Christmas)
The door clicks closed behind you, as you dig through your clutch, making sure you have your phone. All squared away. You teeter a bit in your stilettos as you walk across the plush carpet toward the elevators. Damn why is this hotel so big. These hallways are so long and you have to go around a million corners to get to the elevators. This damn carpet kept catching on the soles of your shoes. You haven’t even had a drink yet and you feel like you’re tipsy.
Muffled sounds of two men talking meets your ears, as you approach yet another corner. Rounding the corner, your shoe catches on the carpet yet again, throwing you stumbling into the opposing wall. Somewhat gracefully, you use the wall to regain your balance as a man in a wine colored suit clumsily reaches out and grabs your shoulders. Seemed a bit weird considering you didn’t actually fall and he doesn’t release his grip.
“Oh Jesus! Are you okay?” He asks you. Avoiding eye contact, you clear your throat to thank him for his efforts.
“Thanks but I think the wall had me covered.” Your eyes are cast downward as you smooth your slinky cocktail dress, making sure everything is still in place. For some reason his hands are still loosely on your shoulders.
“My friend can’t help himself. If he sees a pretty lady, he has to make an ass of himself.” The sly comment comes from his companion, you follow his red velvet clad legs up to see none other than Machine Gun Kelly standing but five feet from you. His whole suit is red velvet, save for the black dress shirt and silk lapels.
You are giving him the most cynical look. The shock hadn’t worn off and you weren’t sure any of this was real. Looking up, you see Pete Davidson towering over you.
“I feel like I didn’t make it that much worse… just awkward if anything.. Which isn’t saying much since I’m already pretty awkward…” Pete’s face was scrunched up as he rambled, removing his hands.
“Well in addition to being pretty awkward, you’re also pretty handsome so I guess it evens out. Thank you for making sure I didn’t ricochet off the wall.” Confidence surging through you with your words. Correcting your posture, you slide your hand up his forearm to give it a light squeeze. It’s not every day you run into two hot celebrities, might as well shoot your shot.
“You are most welcome. I’m not sure about the whole handsome thing but I’ll take it.” Pete smiles down at you, while Mr. Red Velvet casually watches you two with intent.
“Oh yeah? What else will you take?” Your eyebrows jump up suggestively, and you give his forearm another squeeze. Bold is your middle name. He stares down at you dumbfounded.
“You. Back to the room. If you’d like.” MGK throws it out so casually, swooping in as wingman. He begins to walk past the two of you, leading the way.
“Sure Santa. I’m down.” Your hand slips down to take Pete’s and you pull him behind you to follow his friend.
“I’ll give you that one but it better be the last.” Colson throws over his shoulder.
“I assure you that I cannot make that promise.” You throw back playfully.
“Are you sure you want to hang out with us? You look so nice, like you have somewhere to be!” Pete says as he catches up to walk beside you, his stride shortening to match your pace. You see the blonde shake his head at Pete’s words.
“I was heading up to the rooftop lounge. My plans were to sit at the bar and hopefully find some sort of excitement, so really you’ve saved me an elevator ride.” You grin up at him and he blushes and nods his head.
Arriving at their room, Pete holds the door for you to follow Colson inside. The suite had a small kitchenette and seating area, a doorway leading off to the bedroom and bathroom you assumed. At the far end of the room, a coffee table had what looked like weed and paraphernalia strewn about.
Colson strode across the unit, plopping down in an armchair and looking through what the table had to offer. Settling on a pre-roll, he pulls out a lighter and lights it up, taking a pull. His eyes trained on the two of you, following your hands to where they rested against Pete’s chest. You had slowly backed him into the kitchen counter, unbuttoned his suit coat, and were letting your hands roam over the fabrics. Pete was chattering along nervously. You were only partly paying attention, smiling and giggling along with what he said. The majority of your attention was taking note of the effect your touch had on his breathing, his heart rate, and the look in Colson’s eye as he watched. Seemed like someone was a voyeur. Pete’s attention was solely on you, his neck craned down to watch your reactions to his jokes, but you steal glances to the side, making knowing eye contact with the blonde. Setting down the joint, Colson leans back in his chair, giving off an air of nonchalance. Well let’s see if we can’t get him a bit more excited.
Bringing your attention back to Pete, you turn on the charm. “Let’s play the ‘what if’ game…”
Your fingers lightly run up the buttons of his black dress shirt. Music starts to thrum in the background.
“What’s the ‘What If’ game? Is that like, what would you do if you woke up in a chick’s body?” He jokes.
“I suppose.” You say with a laugh. “But I was thinking more along the lines of… What if you hadn’t run into me in the hall. What if I had made my way up to the lounge, found a seat at the bar, and you stopped through for a drink. What if you had seen me across the bar, instead of watching me trip over myself in the hall?” You smile coyly.
“Oh like what would I do if I had to actually introduce myself? If I hadn’t grabbed a complete stranger in a hallway under the guise of trying to help. When you in fact did not need my help at all?” He says with a half smile and you can't help but giggle.
“Oh if that's what it takes for you to put your hands on me, I’ll gladly fall again.” You feign swooning, placing one hand on your exposed cleavage, and the other on your forehead. His hands come up to press against your back, catching you as you begin to sway backwards, pulling you into him. Bringing your hands against his chest again, you grab his shirt, closing the distance until you’re flush against his front. His smile falters as he glances from your eyes to your lips and back, unsure. Matching his movements, your own eyes glance at his lips and back to his gaze, before he closes the distance between you. Your lips meet tentatively at first, your body and mouth pressed firmly against him. The kiss grows hot as his lips push and slide against your own, tongues shyly swiping at each other. You break away for air, tucking your face against his chest, catching your breath as you share another stoic yet heated gaze with the blonde across the room. You can feel Pete’s erection pressing into your hip so you shift your hips, applying a bit of friction and Pete’s head falls back against the cabinets with a sharp exhale. His hands move across your back, digging into your skin ever so slightly. With that, you see the glint in Colson’s eye.
Pressing up onto your tiptoes, rubbing your body against him, you whisper in his ear.
“I think he likes to watch…” At that, his head turns to look across the room.
“It must be a little lonely watching the two of us. Me pressed against you.” Punctuating that last bit with a slight grind of your hips. “Let’s bring the show to him. Hmm?” Pete’s jaw hangs slack. He doesn’t respond, just maneuvers your body to lead the way as the two of you stride across the room.
Pausing to look over the goods laid out on the coffee table, Pete continues on to the loveseat, across from the chair his friend is splayed out in, removing his jacket in the process. You watch as Pete peruses the offerings before him. Colson slides him a packed bowl and lighter.
“Mind if I join you? I don’t mind smoking but I prefer to avoid second hand high if possible.” You say, making your way over to the blonde. Colson pats his velvet clad thighs with his slender hands. You settle onto his lap and fix him with a serious look.
“While I’m here… do you think it would be alright…” You drag your words out as your hands run up his silk lapels. “If I… told you what I want for Christmas?” Puffing your bottom lip out in a pout, he rolls his eyes, groaning, and pretends to push you off of him. Clinging to him, you can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry sorry… I couldn’t help myself. I’ll behave. I do want to be on the Nice list this year.” You wink at him and burst into giggles. He groans and looks over at Pete.
“Aw, such a shame. I think the Santa vibes are sexy.” You lean in closer to stage a whisper near his ear. “I’ve sorta got this fantasy that I’m on the Naughty list but Santa changes that once I show him how I got on that list to begin with.” Throwing a wink at Pete. He chokes on the smoke he’s exhaling. Laughter getting the better of him.
“No no, I’m kinda into it now. Tell him what you want for Christmas. So when he comes down your chimney he’s properly prepared...respectfully.” Pete says, his hands gesture wildly, but come to rest on his knees as he leans forward.
You turn back to look at Colson, who’s trying to maintain disinterest but his eyes dance with intrigue. “Okay,” He sighs, “what do you want for Christmas little girl?” God you didn’t realize the effect those words would have on you. That was some pussy clenching shit right there. With the way you’re settled on his thigh, you know he felt it too. His blue eyes bore into you, and the hand on your knee climbs up a bit. Trying not to get flustered from the intensity of your position, you clear your throat to prepare an answer.
“I hear Paris is nice this time of year…” The energy between the two of you is heavy. His fingers slide higher up your thigh, goosebumps rising in their wake. His breath fanning across your face, as the distance between you starts to close.
“Oh yeah with the leaves and shit I bet it looks real nice.” Pete says, completely missing your innuendo.
Colson’s attention turns to his friend, incredulous. “She meant like the Eiffel Tower. And no not the actual Eiffel Tower.” Lust in your eyes, you don’t look away from him the entire time he speaks. His gaze returns to yours and the intensity pools desire in your core. Your breathing is a little ragged, lips parted, as you wait in limbo.
“Oh.” Pete laughs, “Oh shiiit. Okay. Word, I feel that. Add that to my list too Santa.”
The two of you are still in a face off but your next words are aimed at Pete.
“What else is on your list?”
“Uhh, honestly whatever it is that you guys got goin on right now. I’d like to see more of that while I finish the rest of this bowl.”
Your eyebrows jump up, silently giving Colson the green light. His hand slides up to ghost past the hem of your short dress. When his thumb strokes along your inner thigh, your lips part in a moan. It’s quickly cut off by his lips sealing themselves against yours. Your fingers slide up to grab his hair. His kiss was demanding. Asserting himself as he explored your mouth, you let yourself be swept along for the ride. Being held in this man’s large frame, was really doing things to you. Your quick wit was dulled by the sudden desire rushing through your veins. Lust clouded your thoughts. Instinct drove you now. The hand in his hair gently scratched against his scalp and you were rewarded with a long languid stroke of his tongue. You bring your other hand on top of the one on your thigh. Leading it upwards until his fingertips dance across your panties.
He breaks the kiss, pulling back enough to see your face as he begins to run his fingers along your sensitive skin. Teasing your inner thigh and ghosting over your clothed folds, earning him a little sigh. But you wanted more, and the way your brows started to knit together was all the signal he needed to slide his hand further still and swipe his thumb from your clothed entrance over your clit. The dull stimulation is enough that a gasp falls from your mouth and your eyes flutter closed.
He leans in, breath fanning the side of your face, as his thumb continues its movements.
“Now I see why you were on the naughty list. Soaked already?” His voice is a low rumble, for your ears only.
Your eyes go wide at his words. Turning your gaze to Pete to try and ground yourself, you see him laid back against the couch. His long legs splayed open, the crotch of his pants betraying the beginning of his own arousal. Now that you had your sights set on him, you wanted him. In your mouth, specifically. Turning back to the blonde stroking you like a guitar, you lean in for a sloppy kiss. “There are plenty more reasons where that came from. Sit back. Relax and I’ll show you…later.”
Gathering yourself, you leave him with those words and make your way to stand between Pete’s legs. Pete stares up at you, wide eyed. Excited.
Bringing your shin up to rest on the top of his thigh, you begin to run your hands over your body as you sway to the music, giving him a little lap dance.
“Don’t think I forgot about you over here.” You say as you start to slink your way up his body, running your hands over him. Planting both feet firmly on the ground, you step back so that you can rock up onto your toes, and slide your body down his. Making sure to rub your breasts against his forming erection. After his jaw drops, you continue sliding down until you are kneeling on the floor. Running your hands over his legs, you hover at the fly of his pants.
“Do you mind? I’d love to show you some of the reasons I’m so naughty.” You give off your sweetest smile after delivering that line.
“Please. I wouldn’t wanna hold ya back. I would love to see these reasons.” His voice is a bit rough as he says it. The sound of it adds to your excitement.
So you undo his pants and pull out his hardening cock, as one does. Even at half mast it was impressive and boy you were up to the task. Wasting no time, you get to work right away swirling your tongue up and down his length. Fitting him in your mouth was a struggle off the bat, so your hands twisted around him, aiding your efforts. Bobbing up and down as he grows fully erect in your mouth. Pulling off him a bit, you lavish the tip with your tongue. Stealing a glance up at his face, he’s enthralled at the sight before him. Returning to your work, you take him down in one go, sending him all the way back to your throat. If the throbbing between your legs was anything to go by, your patience was wearing thin. After a few shallow bobs, you pull off of him entirely. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you look up at him and smile, “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”
Nodding eagerly, he tucks himself away and offers his hand to help you stand as he rises to join you. Turning over your shoulder, “You comin Santa?” To which he rolls his eyes and lifts himself out of the armchair. Quickly, he's on you, hoisting you up and over his shoulder.
“Guess you’re my sack of toys” Colson laughs, finally embracing this silly Santa role.
Pete snorts at that, you roll your eyes. You did start this, so it does seem fair. Plus, being manhandled is doing things to ya.
Colson plops you down into a chair. His eyes never leave yours as he looms over you, working the buttons removing his suit coat. Setting it to the side, his hands slide up your thighs and slip between them, spreading your legs wide. The bottom of your dress bunches around your waist, black silk thong fully exposed. His hands grip your legs as leverages his way down to kneel before you. Your eyes flicker up to where Pete is sitting, reclined at the edge of the bed across from you, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You flush, your gaze dropping to the man before you, as his hands run their way to the apex of your thighs.
“Don’t look at me darlin, look at him. In fact, don’t take your eyes off of him, got it?” The authority behind his words sends a shiver up your spine.
You nod in understanding and stare back up at Pete. The air between the two of you is charged with anticipation. Your body is taught under Colson’s touch, as his hands grab your ass, pulling to angle you closer. For a split second you almost look down, but your eyes flicker right back to Pete’s exposed chest. Pale against the contrast of his tattoos and shirt. Your nails dig into the chair as he swipes a thumb over the silk fabric of your thong. Next thing you know he is kissing the inside of your thigh while pulling your panties to the side. His fingers stroke your outer folds as he licks a flat tongued stripe from entrance to clit. You strangle out a gasp as he works you with his mouth.
Eyes roaming over Pete’s remaining clothing, you manage to get out a request.
“Take your clothes off for me.”
Pete’s eyes go wide for a second, but he begins to shimmy out of his pants.
Your thighs clench and writhe against the blonde.
You feel two fingers circle around your entrance. One of them finally dips inside, the second joining it seconds later. Your eyebrows pull up as you whine and clench around him. One of your hands tangles in Colson’s hair. Fingers flexing against his scalp as his tongue presses along your folds.
Pete’s mouth falls open slightly as he watches your face with intent, shrugging his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
His long fingers stroke you with a firm and steady pace. A moment later, his mouth is sucking at your clit.
Your eyes close as you throw your head back with a gasp.
“Ah ah, eyes on me” Pete says in a husky voice.
Your eyes fly open at his command, meeting his with a desperate look. The way the blonde was working you had you dangerously close to orgasm. Based on the way you were whining and whimpering, you’d bet he knew. Colson kept a steady pace. Pete was stroking himself over his boxer briefs and you were fixated on his mouth and the way his breath was coming out in little huffs.
Just as you’re getting close, Colson stops. He pulls his fingers out of you and stands up. You look up at him in shock, tilting your head to the side in confusion.
He smirks and offers you his free hand, the other is at his mouth, tasting you on his fingers.
You stand and start to fix your dress, but he shakes his head.
“Take your panties off.”
You reach down with your free hand and slide them down and step out of them.
He twirls you under his arm and starts to walk you over to where Pete is at the end of the bed.
He stops you a foot or so short, his free hand grabbing your hip and pulling you back to grind into him. His breath is hot on your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Lean over.”
You lean forward and grasp the top of Pete’s thighs awkwardly, arms fully extended, supporting you. The hand at your hip releases its grip and you feel the man kneel down behind you. Pete’s hand comes up to lightly grab your chin before pulling you toward him in a kiss. Colson’s fingers slip inside you and his mouth is on you again. Breaking the kiss, you look down and see the back of his blonde head between your legs. He had spun around under you for the perfect angle. Go Sexy Santa. Quickly finding his pace, your orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace. Clutching at Pete, your moans and whines are caught in between the open mouth kisses you share. As your nose presses into his cheek, your orgasm coils up and crashes over you like a wave. Gasping out your cries against his face, Pete cradles your head.
You tremble in the aftermath. Catching your breath. You feel Colson standing behind you again. His hand reaches around and raises you by your chest, so that you are standing upright.
“I bet that was a beautiful show you put on. A shame I wasn’t able to see it but I’ll catch the encore.” His hands run up your arms to massage your shoulders. Then he unzips your dress, pushes the straps off your shoulder, and slides it down to pool at your feet.
Completely naked, save for your strappy stilettos.
“You ready to have some fun with my boy Pete?”
Nodding your head, you smile at the brunette in front of you. You eye his straining boxer’s with intent and he gets the message, quickly removing them. Your pussy throbs at the sight of his cock. So eager to ride it, to have it inside you. Colsons left hand is around the side of your neck, squeezing gently, as he continues to whisper in your ear.
“Be a good girl for him and Santa will give you a present later.”
It should make you laugh, but the way his voice dripped with lust made you gulp and nod your head. Releasing his hold on you, he smacks your ass as he retreats back to the chair.
Advancing forward, you lean in for a quick kiss with Pete. Breaking away you whisper for him to move back onto the bed. He scoots up until he is reclining against the pillows at the headboard.
Straddling him, you reach down and grab his cock, running the head through your folds until you are able to sink down onto him. Both of you groan. The delicious way he stretches you open, sends a warm fuzzy haze washing over your entire body. You begin to move and the next few strokes send you right back into that haze. Completely caught up in the stretch of him, in the way his brown eyes rove over your face, your body. Entirely forgetting you have an audience. Hands braced against his chest, your nails dig slight scratches. Pete’s hands come around to grab your ass, lifting you up and down. Assisting your intoxicated body to chase your pleasure. The pull and push of him dragging inside of you, has you gasping into his kiss. All too soon the spell is broken.
“Turn around.” Colson commands.
Reluctantly, you break away from Pete. Spinning around on his lap, your position is reversed. Facing the blonde, you line Pete’s cock up with your entrance, your eyes fall closed when he enters you again.
“Eyes open… that’s a good girl.”
Once again, you are caught in the heat of Colson’s gaze.
Hands braced on Pete’s thighs, you begin to ride him. As you rise and fall, you watch the man in the chair pull his cock out of his pants and start to stroke himself. It looks just as delicious in its own right. His slender fingers wrapped around it, squeezing, pumping himself in time to you riding Pete’s cock.
“I bet you want this in your mouth don’t you? One cock isn’t enough? You want to have both of us filling you up. Oh Naughty list for sure…”
Colson stands, shedding the rest of his clothes before walking over to the edge of the bed.
You crawl over to him, “Don’t forget about the Eiffel Tower” you say as a reminder to Pete.
You’re on all fours by the edge of the bed. Colson guides himself into your awaiting mouth. As you’re working him with your tongue you feel Pete behind you. The sensation of being stretched open by both of them. You moan around the cock in your mouth. There’s a sound like the slapping of hands. Eiffel Tower accomplished.
Pete holds your hips in a tight grip, with the force of his thrusts bobbing you up and down on Colson’s cock. You stay like this for a while, surrendering to the pleasure of both men. The room is full of the sounds of bodies against bodies, their moans surrounding you.
Colson pulls himself from your mouth, “I think you just made the Nice list.”
He winks at you. Pete pauses his thrusting, seated deep inside you. Colson slides into his boxers and heads into the other room, throwing over his shoulder, “Give her a present Pete, she deserves it.”
Pete pulls out and flips you on your back. Braced above you, he grabs one of your legs, hooking it in the crook of his arm as he slides into you. The new angle feels fucking amazing. Pete is hitting all the right spots inside of you. As your orgasm approaches, your cries increase with need. Reaching down with his free hand, his fingers play a consistent rhythm against your clit. He can feel the way you are clenching down on him, writhing under his touch.
“Does that feel good baby?” His words tip you over the edge. The tight coil inside of you snaps with your release. Fluttering around his cock, your fingernails digging into his skin. His words are almost drowned out by your own cries. But you hear him grunt out the words.
“God, you feel so good. You feel so good baby, I’m gonna cum.”
And at that he is pulling out of you, shooting thick streaks across your stomach. Staring at each other, completely dazed and out of breath. Pete wanders off into the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth, cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach.
“I’m gonna go get a drink. Do you want anything?” Pete asks you, as he puts his boxer’s back on.
“Send Santa back here.” Mostly recovered from your orgasm and ready for more. Having not had your fill of the blonde just yet. Being filled by him and having your fill are not the same things. You want him to grab you by the neck and fuck you senseless and you have a feeling he would not dissapoint. You kick off your shoes, letting your cramped feet breathe.
Striding into the room, Colson wraps a hand around your neck, pulling you into a dominating kiss. Lifting you, he throws you up the bed, against the pillows. Grabbing a pillow and siding it under your lower back, he runs the head of his cock through your folds. Teasing your entrance pressing in just enough to have you squirming.
“After all of that. Look at this tight little pussy.” He groans out the words as he begins to tease you by entering you one inch at a time, and then pulling out. Fucking you with the head of his cock. His icy eyes cast down, watching himself enter you, lips parting under his heavy breath.
“Please. Pease just fuck me already.” You whimper the words. Begging him to end this torturous game.
“Well… Since you asked so nicely.” His words barely register because he’s finally giving you his full length. Each glorious inch, a gift. Sparks shoot through your heavy limbs. His hand wraps around the base of your neck again, squeezing in a firm hold, as his hips set a brutal pace.
He fucks you like this. Stroking your clit and telling you “Santa’s putting you on the Nice list this year”.
Completely lost in the feel of him, your orgasm sneaks up on you like a swelling wave. Crashing around you with blinding light behind your eyes. White hot shockwaves rock your body as you clamp down around him and cry out. Lost in your blissed out state, his own release takes you by surprise as it lands hot across your chest.
Laying there, eyes closed, as you slowly come back to reality, you feel a wet cloth cleaning you up for the second time that night.
Feeling more grounded, you open your eyes and see Colson looking back at you.
“What can I get you? Water or a t-shirt?” He asks. How considerate. A one night stand that actually cares.
“I could go for a glass of water, but only if it comes with Pete.” You smile as he nods his head and pulls the blankets from under you, laying them to cover you.
A few minutes later, you hear footsteps coming across the room. A tattooed hand places a glass of water on your bedside table. The bed sinks under his weight, as he sits beside you.
“All tuckered out? Makes sense. You did great work tonight.” Pete says chuckling, as he offers you the water, encouraging you to drink.
His phrasing makes you laugh. “Thanks. I’d say it was a group effort though.” It was your turn to make him laugh.
“You’re welcome to spend the night. If you’d like I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He started rambling, so you cut him off.
“I’d like that, but only if you get your ass in this bed and cuddle.” He responds to your request right away, sliding into bed behind you. His long arms holding you close against his chest. His lips pepper little kisses along your neck.
And that’s how you fell asleep, naked and mostly hydrated, in the arms of Pete Davidson.
Request from @chanandlersstuff: Hi, can I request something from Mgk? As if he's on stage and can't find the reader in the crowd and gets a little scared, stops singing and starts asking his team if they see her and starts looking for her. Give it the ending you want. Thank you💛
Side note for your username, I love it!! Chanandler Bong is my husband’s favorite joke from the show.
Summary: visually impaired reader with synesthesia is separated from her friend at a Machine Gun Kelly concert (Tickets to my Downfall). Colson grows so nervous for her he stops the show to talk over the loud speaker so that she might find her way back by following the colors of his voice.
A/N: so I wrote this before picking a gif and it was a very happy accident that the colors match
The world was always beautiful to (y/n), but that was due to her inability to see what those around her could. She knew she was special from a young age, but she didn’t know how special she truly was until well into her early adult life. At six, she would rifle through her parents’ CDs and records in search for albums with a large variety of instruments playing various parts just so she could see a collection of colors dance her around her. Some of (y/n)’s friends laughed at her when she told them about her ability to see sounds, but one completely understood what (y/n) meant, after all, she could sense the personalities of numbers and letters. As the pair grew up, they learned more about their own forms of synesthesia, but (y/n) grew to be fully dependent upon her chromesthesia after an accident caused her to lose her eyesight.
(Y/N) could feel people crowded around her as a dull blanket of grey enveloped her mind. All she could see was grey under the low roar of people engaged in their own conversations before a small streams of orange and gold twisted together and danced through the air around her. The guitar intro of “title track” caused a smile to curl over her face as her childhood friend linked (y/n)’s arm in hers and the grey blanket became lumpy as the crowd around her began to jump up and down to the beat of the music as the song quickly sped up.
Colson loved performing, but there was something about Tickets to my Downfall that made it even more fun; maybe it was the connection he had with fans, the fact that it was a completely new genre of music, or maybe it was due to the isolation he felt from his fans during the pandemic and now that he was able to perform again, it felt like the first time. He loved watched the crowd’s reaction to each song--the hype that came with the first released single, Bloody Valentine, the tears that were invoked as he sang Play This When I’m Gone, and even the rage-like mosh pit that formed during Can’t Look Back.
Another one of Colson’s favorite things to do during shows was read the signs his fans made. Most of them consisted of sexual propositions, some were the run-of-the-mill, “My name is Kelly too,” signs, but one held by a young woman in standing-only section caught his eye.
Pink and gold swirled together as bursts of indigo extended across the sign from various points where the pink and gold met. It reminded Colson of the smoke that remained in the air after fireworks, but projected on the backdrop of a twilight sky. Faintly, and if he squinted, he could see his lyrics written on the board, “I’m running low on serotonin in these empty moments. I’m having trouble operating without my main component,” along with the caption, “What my blind, synesthetic friend sees!”
(Y/N)’s friend was a gifted artist, and prior to the concert, the pair sat down and made a sign together. They played Nothing Inside on a loop until (y/n)’s friend completed the painting as (y/n) described, with as much detail as she could, what the colors coming from the ending words of the song were--what shades and hues they were, how they moved...what she saw when she heard the song.
When the young woman holding the sign noticed he was looking in her direction, she quickly pointed to the woman beside her whose arm was linked in hers. A smile formed on Colson’s face as he continued to sing through his set, but he made sure to wave at the girl so she could tell her friend. He could see (y/n)’s smiling face as her friend cupped her hands to her ear and told her he had seen the sign, and he smiled in return. She was cute, beautiful even in a girl-next-door kind of way, and he thought it was cool that she’d come out to support him with such an interesting sign. He’d heard about synesthesia before, but never thought someone with it would ever depict his music in an even more beautiful way than he could have imagined. The idea that someone who couldn’t see could see so much more than anyone else baffled him, and he jealously wondered what the rest of his songs looked like to her.
WWIII was a chaotic release of energy, not just for Colson, but for the audience as well. Another small mosh pit had formed early on in the short song, and seemed to escalate until the ending notes, when it stopped all together. The blanket of grey that had been lumpy earlier had turned into mountains shifting around (y/n) due to the forces of an earthquake, and the familiar grasp her friend had on her arm was replaced by the bumping and shoving of other people as she quickly became lost in the darkening grey mass that enveloped her.
“(F/N)! Hello?” (y/n)’s voice tried to pierce through the roar around her as WWIII sent bombshells upon bombshells hurdling at her arms and shoulders as she held her hands, instinctively, up to her face. She tried to focus on the colors nearby, but all she could see was the blue and green coming from the stage as the song built into its the verse before the final chorus. Suddenly, as the air around her became absent of color, and the grey sheet that had been continually moving and shifting around her settled gently down the the surface of the earth. Frightened, but not wanting to bring herself to tears around any number of strangers that could have surrounded her as she clumsily stumbled through the crowd, (y/n) firmly planted her feet into the ground and kept her ears attuned to the forest green voice of her friend.
“Sorry to cut it short, everyone,” Colson said through the microphone as he scanned the audience. He couldn’t help the many times his eyes had drifted back to the hand-painted sign and the beautiful woman who had inspired it, but this time, as his eyes landed on the sign, her gentle face was no where to be found. He had sung through part of the song on instinct as he exchanged concern glances with the woman’s friend, but upon seeing how distraught the friend had become, he cut the band off and turned to security. “Yeah, you’re looking for a woman in a black t-shirt and high-waisted dark blue jeans with her hair half-up and half-down. She’s blind and her friend can’t find her.” He could hear his voice growing even more frantic as he hid the microphone from his lips in hopes that he wouldn’t panic anyone. “Excuse me, girl with the sign with all the colors,” Colson called out and then waved the woman towards the stage. As if the crowd sensed something was wrong, they parted to make a path for the woman their idol was speaking to.
“I don’t know what happened,” (y/n)’s friend said as she continued to look over her shoulder for (y/n), nearly completely oblivious to the fact that Machine Gun Kelly was kneeling on the stage staring her in the face less than three feet away.
“What’s her name?” he asked as he looked at the sign once more.
“(Y/N).”
“And she has synesthesia?” he asked again in a slightly more panicked tone than before.
“Yeah. She can see colors even though she can’t see. Well, she could see before, but now it’s just colors on grey and black. If it’s quiet she can normally find me if I keep talking.” The young woman had begun to babble in the anxiety of losing her friend and Colson could feel his heartbeat hasten. He didn’t want to have someone go missing at one of his shows, and it made him feel even more shitty that it was someone he was actively keeping an eye on--albeit because he couldn’t look away.
“What about me?” the words fell from his mouth faster than they appeared in his head. “Do I have a distinct color?” The young woman nodded and Colson quickly stood to his upright posture and scanned the crowd. “Hey, (y/n),” he called into the microphone and hoped he could gain the woman’s attention. “I know you’re separated from your friend and I’m hoping you can see us. She’s here in the front by the stage, so just come this way and you should be able to find us.”
Bright, bubblegum pink sprouted like jagged vines from where the music had been coming from earlier. On each edge of where (y/n) assumed was the stage had to be two large speakers, because the pink seemed to crawl in curved arches from each speaker only to connect in the center point between the two. As she studied brilliant pink movement against the black backdrop of her vision, her name began to form in the vines as she heard it echo through the air around her. With her arms carefully outstretched, she began to take cautious steps in the direction of the only thing clear enough for her to see, bubblegum pink.
“The security team is headed through the crowd to find you, (y/n), so try and make yourself known.” (Y/N) could hear the deep voice that had rung through her headphones on countless occasions beckoning her to safety as the pink grew more and more brilliant with each word spoken.
“I’m (y/n),” she called out as she frantically waved a hand in the air above her head.
“You’re the person they’re looking for?” A man with a frail, lemon colored voice asked pointedly. (Y/N) nodded quickly in the direction of the voice and tried to reach out for someone to ground her in the moment, so she didn’t feel like she floating through a dark abyss. “Why don’t you just go over there? You’re friend is waiting,” the man questioned and was quickly met with a dumbfounded expression plastered on (y/n)’s face.
“I’d love to, but given the fact that I’m blind, I’m not so sure where ‘over there’ is,” she grumbled impatiently.
“I’m not sure it’s working,” Colson said as he knelt down to speak with (y/n)’s friend once more.
“Sing the sign,” she gasped. “She knows those words inside and out, and they’re always the same each time she hears it.” Colson’s eyebrows furrowed at the suggestion, but seeing as he had no other ideas to help find this woman, he obliged by the request.
“Okay, (y/n), I’m going to try something a little different,” Colson sighed into the microphone before he took another breath and began to slowly sing, “I’m running low on serotonin in these empty moments.”
Suddenly, cascades of gold began to fill the space between the vines of pink spread out across the black canvas in her mind.
“I’m having trouble operating without my main component.”
As the words floated into her ears, the intertwined pink and gold began to form a path from their starting point to where she stood.
“I’m running low on serotonin in these empty moments.”
Bursts of indigo sputtered across the mass of colors on stage and traveled down the pathway to her feet.
“I’m having trouble operating without my main component.” As he repeated the lyrics, he could see a path begin to form as people moved to one side or another to allow a hesitant and cautiously walking young woman to make her way towards him. (Y/N) couldn’t hear the difference in Colson’s voice as he found her face in the crowd and realized she was safe, but she could see it. From the center of the collection of colors, rays of tangerine shot from where Colson stood like the sun. (Y/N) smiled at this new development in the painting before her and she began to walk a little faster towards the sun in the picture of her mind. The smile on her face grew when she felt a hand that was not her friend’s gently grasp hers and lead her behind what felt like a metal barricade, around what she assumed was the stage, and up a couple of steps.
“We’re on the side stage, VIP area,” she heard the forest green of her friend say, but (y/n)’s mind was still locked on the tangerine that refused to disappear. She’d heard the tangerine come from his lips before, but it was always directed at a single person, and no one else. Tangerine was always associated with a genuine, positively influenced emotion coming from one’s voice, and until that moment, in regards to Colson Baker, tangerine was something that was solely associated with Casie.
For the rest of the concert, (y/n) held her tongue between her teeth, listened to the colors swirl through the air, and let them paint a picture of the moment in her mind. With each song came a new collection of colors, but somethings always stayed the same: the black emptiness that she was cursed with, the bubblegum pink of Colson Baker’s natural voice, and the tangerine rays that sprung forth from him in his moments of weakness when he turned around to steal a glance at (y/n).
A/N: I think this was my very first writing for Colson? Just a one shot full of fluff and smut.
Warnings: Fluff, Smut
Words: 1,674
Gif is not mine
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She woke up to the sound of silverware clinking on a ceramic dish, as the sound got closer and closer, permeating her dreams and causing her to stir. With a soft gasp, she turned over on the couch to see Casie, frozen in place, next to the couch, spoon halfway to her mouth. Rubbing her eyes, Jax yawned and sat up, looking around. She gave a soft ‘Oh, shit’ as she swung her legs off the side of the cushion and looked at Casie again. Jax chuckled and said, “Why do you look so surprised, Case?”
“I didn't mean to wake you. Dad said to be quiet.” Casie said. Jax chuckled and shook her head, waving her over to sit down.
“No, you’re fine, Casie,” Jax said before stretching again. With a lingering yawn, she added, “I must have fallen asleep out here last night.”
She looked at the coffee table to find her laptop and her iPad sitting there, plugged in with black screens. She checked them both and seeing them at 100%, she unplugged them, giving a soft sigh.
“Hey. Jax?” Casie said around a mouthful of cereal. Jax glanced at her as she repositioned the pillows and cushions she slept on last night and murmured a soft ‘Hmm?’ “What was that weird show you had on last night?”
Jax laughed and said, “Ruby Gloom? You liked it, huh?” Casie nodded with a smile and said, “Yeah. It was weird but it was cool.”
“You want me to put it on?” Jax asked, reaching for the remote. As Casie nodded, Jax sat back with a sigh and said, “Ah, it’s not on TV, it’s on Tubi...Do you promise you won’t drop my iPad?” She teased, reaching for the device. Casie chuckled and nodded, scooping another spoonful into her mouth.
“Yo just cast that shit to the TV,” Colson said as he walked into the room. Jax turned and bit her lip slightly. As she smiled at him, her eyes quickly raking over his bare and tattooed chest. Colson smirked at her and turned to Casie and said, “Did you wake her, Casie?”
“No. Not really, anyway.” Jax said, wrinkling her nose at Casie as she unlocked her iPad. Casie chuckled and settled herself on the couch. As the TV turned on while Jax’s app loaded, she stood and started folding up the blankets she used the night before. She stole a glance at Colson in the kitchen as he started making himself breakfast and with a smirk, she called out, “Cole, did you do this last night? After I passed out?” She held up the blankets as he looked over at her and smirked in response.
“Can you start it from the beginning?” Casie interrupted, setting down her cereal to pick up the iPad. Jax set down the blankets and sat next to Casie as they both maneuvered to start the videos from the first season and turned up the volume. Jax settled herself against the armrest of the couch and Casie leaned against her legs, placing a pillow between them first. She looked down at Casie and chuckled at her before grabbing her phone and flipping through it. After a few episodes, Casie was nestled just behind Jax’s legs that were curled around her, hanging over her thigh and hip, enraptured in the show. Colson glanced over to the girls and caught Jax’s eye, giving her a mischievous smirk and a wink before nodding toward the stairs. Jax smirked from behind her hand, a thumbnail between her teeth while she mindlessly scrolled. Colson tongued his cheek, with a smirk, as he made his way around the counter, heading for the stairs.
Shaking her head with a soft chuckle, she nudged Casie and said, “Case? I’ll be back.”
Casie sat up to let Jax stand. Before she left, she unlocked her iPad and said, “If I’m not back by the end of the show, watch what you want.” She gave her a sweet smile before scurrying along, trying to catch up with Colson.
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Once Colson got Jax into the room and closed the door, his arms were around her, pulling her back against her to nuzzle her neck and pepper her skin with kisses, making Jax giggle and shrug up her shoulders.
“Colson, stop!” Jax squeaked, pushing at his face and turning in his arms. Once she turned, his lips were on hers, walking her back until she hit the wall with a soft thud. A soft moan escaped her lips as she broke the kiss, tilting her head back as his lips traveled down her neck. “Cols-Colson. What-What about Casie?”
Colson chuckled and said, “Pete’s staying in the guest room downstairs. I made sausage and bacon for a reason.” Jax chuckled and shook her head as Colson laughed against her skin before lifting his head to look down at her. “I’m sure we’ve got some time.”
Jax laughed as he hooked his hand around the backs of her knees and lifted her into the air. She squealed and locked her fingers behind his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist as his hands slid along her thighs. He smirked at her, touching their foreheads together as he went to the bed. Their lips locked as Colson laid her down, digging his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged. She gently cupped his face, her palms splayed across his cheeks as he kissed her slowly, and lifted her hips to allow him to pull her shorts and panties down and off her legs.
“Mmm, Kells, wait…” She said, softly, breaking the kiss and giving his shoulders a light push. He sat back and quickly wiggled out of his sweats and boxer briefs as Jax quickly tore off her shirt and tossed it aside. Colson smirked and scooped her up, moving her more onto the bed, causing a squeal from Jax. They both chuckled and slid their arms around one another, Colson pulling her closer, gripping her hips and inserting himself between her legs.
“You never came to bed last night,” Colson growled into her ear as his hand flew down between them, guiding his way inside her. Jax tried to stifle her moan, arching her back as he pushed into her. Colson groaned into her hair before he began to thrust, slowly. Jax bit her lip as she moved with him, Colson’s lips trailing over her body as she squirmed beneath him. His lips curled into a smirk against her skin as he knew that his slow pace was driving her mad. “This is what happens when you don’t come to bed.”
Jax giggled and looked down at him with a smirk. “Well, then...Maybe I should do it more often?” She teased. Colson couldn’t help but smirk and laugh before claiming her lips again, speeding up his thrusts. Jax moaned his name softly as he began to thrust even harder, slipping deeper within her walls. As her walls rippled and contracted around his cock, Colson groaned, shoving a hand into her hair and fisting it, giving her hair a soft tug. Jax let out a soft gasp at the sensation and bit her lip.
With another groan, Colson flipped her and let her gather her bearings as she shifted, sliding one leg a little higher before sliding back inside her. Jax hung her head and moaned gripping the sheets then tossed her hair over her shoulder to look back at him. They gave each other teasing, yet coy smirks, as Colson sped up his hips, leaning down to kiss her roughly. She moaned into the kiss, breaking it as she slid a hand into his hair, tilting her head back with a moan as she moved with him.
“Come on, baby. Come for me.” He whispered, raspily. Jax whimpered and pressed her face into the mattress as she moaned out loud, her orgasm slamming into her. Colson groaned out her name as he came as well, spilling inside her. A few more thrusts and a loud groan, he stopped and panted, softly, gathering her up in his arms and smirked, nuzzling her cheek. Jax let out one more, soft moan and smiled, giving a soft chuckle. He slid his lips over hers, softly, his hands slipping and sliding along her skin until they both got up and headed to the bathroom.
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Taking a little longer in the shower for one more quickie, they were showered, changed, and back downstairs in the next 15 minutes. When they saw the TV off and Casie nowhere to be found, Colson checked Pete’s room to find it empty. Jax turned when she heard Pete shout from the next room. She glanced back at Colson with a smirk as he poked his head out of the room on his way out, hearing the sound too. They both chuckled and made their way to the game room down the hall, where they saw Pete with his head in his hands, while Casie gathered the play money from his side, putting in a little extra sass before she chuckled and sat down.
“We were gone for like half an hour, Pete. She clean you out already?” Jax teased, sitting next to Casie and examining the Monopoly board between them.
“I swear to God, she’s cheating!” Pete said, with a soft laugh. Casie only stuck her tongue out at him and said, “Don’t blame me cause you suck.”
Jax started laughing while Pete sat there with a surprised and scandalous look on his face and Colson snickered as he shook his head. Casie smirked, glancing around at them and rolled again. Casie moved her piece around the board as Jax helped her strategize to really clean Pete out. Pete sat back, with a sigh, as Jax and Casie made plans to end his Monopoly career and looked up at Colson with a smirk.
“You guys were gone for a while...What were you two up to?” Pete asked. Colson smirked and said, “Mind your business, Pete.”
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Summary: Naughty things occur when you and your boyfriend, Machine Gun Kelly, are in a photobooth.
Warning: SMUT. 18+ readers!
You and your boyfriend, Machine Gun Kelly, were spending some time together. He had some free time for once and you had requested for some time off from work so you could spend some time with him. With Colson’s new album coming out and your busy schedule at your job, finding time to just be together was becoming hard. You made it work though.
You were hanging out at the amusement park on the pier, enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery together. It was something fun to do and enjoy together. You had already been on some rides and Colson had played some games, winning you a cute stuffed animal that you proudly carried around. You also shared a funnel cake and some cotton candy.
“What should we do next, babe?” Colson asked as you both walked around.
You looked around as you finished the last bit of cotton candy that was left. You’d already done so much together, but there was still lots left to do. That’s what made this spot so perfect for you two.
“Feel like riding another ride?” You asked him as you looked over at him.
“I think I’m going to need more time to let that funnel cake and cotton candy settle,” he replied and chuckled. “Too much sugar for a ride.”
“True,” you commented as you glanced around again, finally noticing something. “There’s a photo booth over there. We should take some pictures.”
“Isn’t that what our phones are for?” Colson asked, chuckling a bit.
“Come on, babe,” you said as you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand in yours. “It’ll be fun and something we haven’t done before.”
“It’s literally just us sitting there and getting our picture taken, but anything for you,” he told you and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
You smiled and pulled him with you to the photo booth. No one was inside or around it so you didn’t have to wait for a turn in it. You let Colson get in first then followed him in before you pulled the curtain closed. You sat your stuffed animal down on the floor as Colson put some money into the machine. It let you choose the type of border you would like on your pictures. You went with the ones with hearts of course, which made Colson smile.
You started off simple, smiling together in the first one. You kissed Colson’s cheek in the next one as he grinned real big. He kissed your cheek in the next one as you smiled. As for the last one, you kissed each other on the lips. Basically it was your typical couple photos.
You both exited the booth and waited as the photos printed out. You looked over them with a smile once they were finished while Colson looked at them over your shoulder.
“These are so cute,” you said and turned to look at your boyfriend. “What do you think?”
“Yeah, they’re cute,” he replied. “Ready to do something else?”
You were about to reply when you stopped yourself. You were feeling quite adventurous and Colson had seemed to think that a photo booth wasn’t much fun. You felt like changing his mind, however.
“Let’s take some more pictures,” you told him and smiled. “Not like anyone’s in line for the photo booth.”
“Baby, we just had our pictures taken in there,” Colson replied. “Why would we go back in there?”
“Because I just thought of some more poses for us,” you simply replied as you pulled him back inside the photo booth.
He sighed, but complied. He sat down in the seat again and was grabbing some money from his pocket as you closed the curtain. You then knelt down between his legs. Colson looked down at you with a raised brow, clearly confused with your current position.
“Y/N, what you are you doing?” Colson asked you.
“I’m about to give you a blow job,” you replied, simply. “You mind?”
“Fuck...no, I don’t mind at all, sweetheart.”
You made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He moved enough for you to slide his pants and underwear down a bit, just enough for his cock to spring free. It was already half hard, which made you smile. It seemed just the thought of you sucking him off had him excited.
You didn’t waste anymore time. You wrapped your hand around his member, pumping him carefully to get him even harder. Colson’s breath hitched as he watched you, anxiously awaiting what you had in store for him. Sure, he enjoyed your hand...but the thought of your mouth was more exciting for him.
It didn’t take long for Colson to fully harden. His length stood proud and impressive in your hand, looking more than ready for what you were about to do. You looked at him, finding him looking right back at you as he bit his lip. You licked your lips and kept your eyes on him as you leaned your head down, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. He groaned in pleasure and it looked as if he bit his lip harder, probably trying to keep himself quiet.
You swirled your tongue around the head, knowing how much he enjoyed that. You felt his hands move into your hair, gripping it a bit. You could already taste the precum coming from him. You hollowed your cheeks out as you moved your hand down to the base of his member. You closed your eyes before you started moving more of him into your mouth and bobbing your head.
“Fuck,” Colson groaned out in pleasure as his hips bucked up for more.
You hummed as you used your hand to pump what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You weren’t teasing either. You were giving it all to him since you were basically out in public. It would get him off faster. No time for teasing. You relaxed your throat as you deepthroated him, gagging slightly as his grip tightened in your hair.
“Fuck yes, take it all, baby girl,” Colson moaned out. “Not going to last long if you keep going like that.”
That fueled you on. You started bobbing your head again and pumping the rest of him with your hand. Colson was enjoying it if the noises that was coming from him were any indication. He couldn’t keep quiet when you were doing that to him and so good too. It was probably the best blow job you had ever given him.
Colson let go of your hair with one hand. He grabbed the discarded money from earlier and started shoving it into the machine. He randomly chose a border for the pictures, not caring in the slightest what it was. He just needed a photographic souvenir of this. You weren’t going to be in the picture, obviously, but he would definitely know what it was from. He leaned back against the booth and looked down at you once he had made all of the selections for the pictures.
“You look so fucking hot with my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart,” Colson commented.
You hummed around him and moved to suck on the tip of his member as your hand pumped him with purpose. You weren’t even sure when the pictures were taking because you were so wrapped up in making him feel good. You could tell he was so close.
Colson came, bucking his hips up and gripping your hair tighter. He was swearing under his breath as his head was three back against the photo booth, his eyes shut tightly. You were looking at him and he was quite the sight to see. You swallowed down what he offered you and pumped him through it before you removed your lips from around him with a pop. He let go of your hair and you smirked as you looked at him, licking your lips.
“You’re quite tasty, babe,” you told him as his eyes finally opened to look at you.
“That was fucking amazing,” Colson finally said as he moved his thumb over your jaw, sweetly.
You smirked even more before you stood up from the ground. Colson pulled you down to kiss you hard, not caring that you tasted of him. In fact, he thought it was hot. You jumped into the kiss before you pulled away. He worked on making himself presentable again. It was a tight space, but you two made it work. Once his underwear and pants were back on. You both stepped out of the photo booth. You were happy to find that no one was around still.
You grabbed the pictures from the slot once they were finished and looked at them. Of course it was just Colson looking pleased in every single one. He was looking down at you in one, biting his lip in another, and his head was thrown back in the last two as a look of pure pleasure was on his face. You giggled at them as Colson wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.
“So what do you think of photo booths now?” You asked your boyfriend, glancing up at him as you did.
“I don’t know,” Colson replied. “Maybe we should head back in there and go for another round, but I can be the one kneeling on the ground this time.”
He licked his lips and moved his hand to your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. You almost moaned out loud right then and there at the thought.
“I think you’re fucking right,” you told him and pulled him back inside the booth once again.
Tw: Smut, harsh language, VERY slight mentions of Ptsd
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Your breathing was heavy as you came down from your high, Colson inches away from you doing the same.
“Fuck.” You whisper, half amused
“I know.” Colson agrees
“No, everytime we have sex i’m like ‘Okay, I’m gonna hold out. I’m gonna make him come first’”
“Really?” he laughs
“Yeah, and then I end up forgetting like, five minutes in.” You say, causing him to laugh some more. He gives you a faux pout, running a thumb across your cheek.
“Well, we’ll see how that goes for you now that I know it's a competition.” He says
“I think it’ll go pretty smoothly. I’m pretty competitive, you know.”
“Oh yeah? You ready to give it another try?” He asks, pulling you towards him.
The kiss quickly became rough and messy as you battled for dominance. You tried to remember the goal at hand as his wandered your body, his touch intoxicating. You didn’t know what it was about Colson, but he always had this effect on you. Just looking at him would get your mind whirring and you were pretty sure he knew it.
He slips under the sheets
“No fair, you’re giving yourself a head start.”
“Haha, headstart” He says, making himself laugh as he makes his way back up.
Maybe an hour later, you couldn’t tell if you were honest, you’d been to caught up in trying and failing to win the bet. You’re laid on your stomach, your face buried in the pillow as you bask in the pleasure. You’d lost not once, but twice and that's not even including the first one that started it all. You thought you’d gotten close a few times but in hindsight Colson was probably just playing on praise kink. That's something you’d learned about Colson, he plays dirty.
“You okay?” Colson asks from beside you, moving your hair out of your face so he could see you better. You try your best to respond but all you manage to muster is a pitiful squeak in response
“Damn, you got PTSD. Post traumatic sex disorder.” He jokes, reaching over to rub your legs just under your butt. It was supposed to be comforting, to help with whatever soreness might be happening, but you were already so worked up from the last hour that on instinct you pushed back into his hand. You didn’t know what you were thinking, you weren’t, you knew you couldn’t take another round and yet you continued to push back into his touch.
“This is what got you where you’re at. Asking for more when you know you can’t handle it.” He says, slipping his hand between your legs and pushing them apart. His touches started out light and teasing, taking his time with you as he knows you’re already over stimulated. He slowly picks up the pace in time with your reaction to his touch. Your butt is lifted slightly in the air with your face turned to the side so the pillow isn’t suffocating you, your hips pushing back into his fingers. After the long night you had it was hard to hold out when he was making you feel so good.
“What is wrong with you?Just tap out,” he whispers in your ear, teasing you “you already lost just let go.” the mixture of his fingers and the warmth of his mouth sucking and biting at your neck was driving you crazy.
You let out a squeak that can be vaguely translated to “im gonna cum”,but to the untrained ear could also be mistaken for you asking for a piece of gum. Your brain and your mouth were barely able to communicate as your orgasm washed over you. When you finally came back down you could swear you lost your eyesight for a second.
“Seriously? I’ve only been fingering you for like, a minute.” He says, not ready to stop fucking with you.
Your entire body felt like jello as you surrendered back into the pillow. As you laid back down you felt your leg land in something wet and that's when you caught sight of Colson's face. He looked pleasantly surprised, eyes set on your bottom and the wet spot under it.
“You squirted.” He says, it was unclear if he was telling you or asking for confirmation, but either way it made you blush. He could tell you were tired out from the nights events, so he leaves the room for a moment. When he returns he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom where he lets you stand next to the tub, making sure to keep a hand on you as you climb in incase you were to fall. The bath was full with warm water and bubbles, a bathbomb on the side waiting to be opened.
“Just call if you need anything.” Colson gives you a kiss on the forehead and with that he leaves to clean and replace the bedsheets.
tw:smut, obviously. throwing up and Painal too ig, but also if you saw the first part of this blurb Colson mentions “making sure it hurts.” so we’re going by implied consent in this one. Some shit may be a little morally eh (as pimping your girlfriend out to your best friend goes) but its all in the name of smut so if youre not into it then just pretend it didnt happen? If that makes sense? okay have fun drink water
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shutting the door behind him, you hear a faint click as he twists the lock. Your eyes go wide as you look up at him from your place on the bed, mouth propped slightly open by the shiny red ball.
Rooks hand is already massaging his hard cock through his jeans as he admires the sight infront of him, his free hand coming up to brush a piece of hair from your face.
You just can’t help but look, your eyes trailing down to where his hand is stroking himself through the rough confines of his jeans
Flipping you on all fours. He doesnt bother to take off your skirt, opting to flip it up and out the way. You feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, a small pain as he tries to push himself in your tight hole and the shaft of his cock as it slips.
After a few attempts he gives in with a sigh, his thumb slipping into your ass, bending it when he reaches the hilt. A moan comes from your throat at the new and slightly intrusive feeling.
It took him putting two fingers in your tight hole, switching from his thumb to pointer and middle finger and pumping in and out for a few minutes each before he managed to fit himself inside you.
It hurt, but in a good way. You could feel him stretching you as he pumped in and out, but you liked knowing you were making him feel good at your own expense. Plus, the noises coming from him only worked to make you wetter. Laying down a bit so your back was arched, you reach under your body and play with your clit, moaning at the release of tension that had built in the bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, has Colson ever had your ass before?” He asks, a blush coming over your face. You go to respond verbally, quickly reminded of your current handicap. You shake your head, made slightly difficult by the grip Rook had on your hair. Groaning at your response, his thrusts increase in pace, along with your whimpers, your pleas quickly silenced by the shiny red ball in your mouth.
“Tell me how much it hurts.” He demands, removing the gag from your mouth and sliding it down to your neck, using it like a leash to pull you back towards him.
“Fuck,” you gag, getting used to the feeling of your newly empty mouth “It hurts. I can feel you stretching me.” Whimpering as you make eye contact with him, his eyes full of lost as they trail down your body, grip on the gag wrapped around your neck tight as his gaze lands on your fingers playing with your clit.
“Oh, but you like it? Colson’s right, you are a dirty little slut, and you’re getting exactly what you deserve.” He hums, whispering in your ear “You know, I actually felt bad for a minute, punishing your tight little asshole, but the whole time you were getting off on it. You slut” his tone so accusatory as he releases his hold on your gag, letting you fall to the bed.
“Do you think Colson would be mad if he knew I played in your tight little hole before he got the chance? That I fucked you in your tight little asshole and you liked it. That you’re such a horny little slut you’d let me go against his wishes.” Rook moans, placing a harsh smack to your ass while he relentlessly pounds away, his middle and pointer finger hooking into your mouth and pulling back.
“He’d kill us.” He groans, his pace quickening as he chases his orgasm “M’not gonna cum in you.” he hums, choking on his words “M’not gonna cum in your ass, okay? Colson will never know. And you’re not gonna tell him, yeah? Just gonna be our little secret.” He whispers, hot breath fanning over your neck as he moves a piece of hair from your face
“Ride me.” He says, breathless and laying back in bed, his hard member standing straight. You’re ontop of him, facing the door when you feel his hand come across your ass once more.
Reaching back, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, watching as he admires your body, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast. Lining him up with your hole, you sink down slowly, a small whimper falling from your lips. Rook groans at both the feeling and your reaction to taking him in your ass, your hips lightly bouncing against him. His gaze locked on your tight asshole taking him, the way it squeezes around his cock, the way you whine everytime you take all of him.
Rooks hands come up to grip your hips, pushing and pulling you to maintain the pace, forcing you to take him again and again and again. Soon his heels are digging into the bed and he’s thrusting inside you, eager to reach his high.
“Fuck, m’gonna cum. Get off me.” He says, not strong enough to pull out himself. You gladly do as he says, slowly turning around to face him, your asshole empty and burning, completely used. You relished in the feeling, knowing that you’d have to deal with it long after he’d came.
The thought that he had just used your asshole and didn’t even bother to cum, causing you so much pain only to pull out at the last second. Fuck, was it hot. You were completely his and there was nothing you could do about it. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you weren’t allowed to object. His toy, his fuck thing, whatever he needed to reach his high. You could cry and beg for Colson, but it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t stop until he was done with you.
Rook took a moment to catch his breath, his abs lifting up and down as he attempts to slow his heart rate.
“Get on the floor.” He says simply, breaking the silence. Doing as your told, you feel your knees hit the carpeted floor, glancing up at him for further direction.
“By the wall.” He says. You crawl over slowly, your knees dragging against the floor as you make your way. Standing on your knees, you let your back rest against the wall, staring intently as he makes his way over to you.
He pulls your arms up over your head, ripping the shirt from your body and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling back so you’re looking up at him, watching as he strokes his cock. Pushing down on at the base, he rubs his tip across your tongue before pushing all the way in. He falls into pace quickly, throat fucking you, gagging as you feel him hit the back of your throat with nowhere to go, trapped between the wall and his hips.
Your head bumps lightly against the wall as he thrusts into your throat. You try your best not to gag, but his thrusts are relentless. You try to warn him by tapping on his leg, but he’s too lost in his own pleasure to notice. It’s not until you have an especially loud gag that he realizes what’s happening, a smirk coming across his face as he continues his actions.
“Is that too much? Are you having trouble breathing. Huh? can’t hear you through all that gagging. Lemme see, are you touching yourself again, slut?”
It’s not long before you feel something start to come up your throat. You can’t tell if Rooks actions are purposeful or not, so once again you try to warn him
“Are you gonna throw up on my dick? Good.” he hums in response, pulling a trashcan over quickly. You bend over it, throwing up in to the plastic bag within.
“Keep fucking going.” He says, pulling you back into place, sliding back down your throat. You continue to suck his dick, shakily. The burning in your asshole from being stretched and the burning from your throat starting to take a toll on you.
Just when you think maybe you can’t do it anymore you feel him spurting down your throat, swallowing his load hastily. Rook remains full submerged in your mouth for a moment before pulling out, his head hung back in pleasure.
“Oh shit, are you okay?” He asks, laughing a bit, his hand coming down to support your chin. The action was soft and sweet in complete contrast to the last thirty minutes.
“Yeah, im good.” You squeak
“Awh, let me go get you some water. Poor thing.” He says, throwing on a pair of pants and making his way to the kitchen. Colson must’ve seen him leave, because he made his way into the room, his eyes falling on the bed first, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there. His eyes begin to scan the room, eventually landing on you.
“Oh, hey.” He greets softly, making his way over to you “what are you doing over here? Did you throw up?”
“Rooks a fucking freak.” You reply, wiping your mouth. Colson snorts softly at this, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. The bath was already all set up for you, bubbles and all.
“Clean up real quick and then we can cuddle.” He says, placing a kiss on your cheek as he allows you to stand on your own “Need any help?”
“No, thank you.” You reply, climbing into the bath.
Eventually, you were out and dry, wrapped up in blankets next to Colson while he rubbed your back, Rook sitting at the end of the bed.
“Wait, so what all did ya’ll do.” He asks, straining his neck a bit to look over at you.
“I dunno,” you blush, burying your face in his shoulder “we fucked.” Both of the boys laugh softly
“Yeah we just like- Fucked,” Rook laughs again as he explains “she blew me for a little bit.”
“That’s it? She just, like, blew you?”
“Nah, I mean, we did anal at first.” Rook admits, Colson’s jaw dropping in shock as he looks over at you.
“You didn’t tell me you were into that.” He says softly, pouting. You glance down at Rook, who’s rubbing his eye “I’m not mad, I just didn’t know it was something you’d be into.”
“That’s okay, now that he knows he’ll be sure to use that information to his advantage.” Rook adds, smirking.
“Yeah, exactly.” Colson laughs, booping you on the nose and taking a moment to look at you before placing a kiss there aswell.
“Alright I’ll leave you guys to that, i’m tired.” Rook says, yawning and stretching as he stands up.
“Really? It’s only 12Am, you never go to bed this early.” You say, glancing over at the digital clock next to you and colson’s shared bed.
“What can I say, you tired me out.” He winks, getting hit in the back of the head with a pillow as he goes to leave.
“Hey, watch it.” Colson jokes, “and give us our pillow back, please.” He continues, mumbling the last part.
