oh my god i just came up with this concept: you’re giving pete head and colson happens to randomly face time pete and instead of telling you to stop he answers the phone and basically shows you off
YES YES ok im a little rusty but hey
Freaky Fuck | Pete Davidson
tw?:smut, a dash of semi-public sex.
word count:690 (nice)
Your eyes flutter open slowly, gaze trailing up to take in the ethereal sight of your boyfriend enjoying the blowjob you’re giving him. His eyes clamped shut, mouth slightly agape, small moans slipping past his plump lips every time your tongue would slide across his tip.
Breathing through your nose, you tried taking him deeper this time. Your lips sliding across his length, suppressing a gag as he hits the back of your throat.
You loved giving Pete blowjobs, there was something so hot about focusing on a mans pleasure when you know he can focus on yours. Blowing him like you’re begging him to give it to you hard, like you have to prove yourself to him. His tattooed hands coming forward to wrap your hair in a rough ponytail.
You thought of what he might do to you when he was done, if you would get his fingers or his tongue, or maybe just his raw dick. Your spit and juices mixing with his precum as he pounded you relentlessly. How you would feel your tummy tighten as he rubbed at your clit, whimpering out that you’re about to cum, how he would lean down and groan in your ear “good girl.”
Or maybe he would be tired from his first orgasm and you’d have to ride him, begging him to please let you cum.
Well, of course he would always make sure you came, if not edging you a bit first, but you liked to beg for it. It made you feel submissive to him, like your pleasure was in his hands. Like you weren’t worthy of an orgasm on his beautiful cock.
You were kicked out of your trance by the sound of a phone ringing, your eyes snapping open just soon enough to catch Pete reaching over to grab his phone. Pete took a moment to read the contact before presumably hanging up, your actions hastily continuing.
“Oh shit.” A laugh came through the phone, a laugh you’d know anywhere. You’d heard it enough whenever Pete and Colson would call to catch up on whatever stupid thing the other had done.
You weren’t sure if Pete had expected you to be embarrassed, or if he just thought it was hot, but either way you continued to pump and suck him like you were going for first prize. You didn’t mind a little audience.
“Fuck,” he moans “look at how she’s working me. Feels so fuckin’ good.”
Looking up through your lashes at the camera, you tried your best to look sexy. Well, as sexy as you could with a dick down your throat. It was clearly doing something for Pete as you could feel his breathing quicken and his cock begin to throb in your mouth. Humming against him, your actions sped up as your confidence grew, eyes locked on the way his face contorted in pleasure.
“Yeah, suck that shit. I think she’s enjoying it.”
“Yeah?”
“I think she likes being watched,” Petes head hung back to rest on the couch, eyes clamped shut “let him cum on your face.” Colson directs. The camera was facing you, so you couldn’t see Colson, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was stroking himself beyond the screen.
With the image in mind you pulled Pete’s hard dick from past your lips, wiping the string of spit out of the air while you jerked him above your face. Pete glanced down at his phone screen, readjusting the position so he was sure Colson had full view of the moment.
Pete came on your face with a groan, hot spurts on cum landing on your face while you relentlessly jerked him, milking him for all he had. When you were satisfied you brought his tip back up to your lips, swirling your tongue around it and cleaning what was left. His hips jerked up a bit as you suckled at his tip, sliding himself against your tongue.
“She wants more.” Colson snickers, the sound of his spoon hitting a bowl following after.
“Is he... eating cereal?” You ask, Pete laughing a bit as he nods “Freaky fuck.”
Description: At the BBMAS, based on the following pictures, yk what I'm talking aboutt. (Also I wrote this a while back for just my friend, so its kinda shitty but, here y’all go) Also, you are Megan.
Warnings: Smut, Public (kinda) sex
Award season was always a difficult time for the EST crew. Because most of the time they expect a nomination, then don't get it, then Kells is in a mood for the next month. Which nobody blames him for. Everyone is in the same mood. This year was different. Y/N was really doing something for his mental state. He was just generally happier and was cutting back on his bad habits.
…...
Y/N stepped out of her room with her new black dress. Colson watched as she ran her hands through her hair. The dress didn't leave much to the imagination. Colson ran his eyes up and down her body. He felt the crotch of his pants start to get tight. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on anything but how gorgeous she looked and how bad he wanted to fuck her in to oblivion.
"You look so fucking amazing babe" Y/N said smiling as she walked up to kiss him.
“My god, so do you.” Colson smirked back at her.
The next hour consisted of taking Instagram photos and preparing to leave for the award show.
--Time skip cause im lazyyy--(but were after the award show, on the carpet)
The cameras flashed at them as they got their red carpet pictures done. Y/N stood next to Colson with his arm around her waist.
All of a sudden Colson felt something brush against his upper thigh then his crotch. He looked down and saw Y/N's hand lightly palming his dick through his foux leather pants. In front of all the cameras. He leaned down to her ear.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered in an angry tone.
Y/N smirked. "I don't know what your talking about"
He stiffened, took an audible breath, and dug his fingers deeper into her hip. She turned up and looked at him biting her lip.
Soon the photos were done and they started to walk to the foyer of the building.
Colson grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her to the bathrooms and locked the main door. He slammed her against the door and kissed her harshly with one hand around her neck. His hands travelled down to her ass. He bit down her neck a bit harder then he meant to as she let out a quiet gasp.
Y/N let her nails scrape down his chest as she moved them down to start teasing his cock again. Slipping her hands down his pants she started rubbing her hand up and down his dick. He was already so hard. He groaned and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around her waist. "God, I've been waiting for this all day." He said in a gravely tone.
"Same" Y/N said breathlessly. He set her down on the bathroom counter where the sinks were. His fingers trailed up her thigh and under her dress.
He ran a finger over her underwear hitting her clit in the process. She moaned softly. Her wetness soaked through reaching colsons fingers. "You're already so wet for me baby."
He slipped a finger under the band and ripped her underwear off. He slowly made circles around her clit. He plunged two fingers into her pussy. "Colsonnn" Y/N moaned loudly. Kissing her one last time he dropped down to his knees. He dragged his lips up her inner thigh. Colson started eating her out. He sucked her clit and bit into it. She slammed her hand over her mouth to compress a scream. Colson looked up at her. “Naw baby, let them hear you”
"I'm so fucking close kells" Y/N moaned. All of a sudden he backed away. "No what-what are you doing? Don't stop.” She whimpered. He smirked and stood up.
"What was that shit you pulled on the runway?” He took a step towards her and grabbed her chin tilting it up. “Teasing me like that in front of all the people and cameras? Not a smart move on your behalf." He said with a growl in his voice.
She looked down and then into his eyes. "I'm sorry babe. I-" He cut her off by pulling her down from the counter, spinning her around and bending her over the counter.
She heard the rustling of his pants being undone. He pulled her dress up. "Your lucky I'm in a good mood or this would not be great for you." He said as he thrusted into her without warning. He gripped on to her waist and fucked her like they weren't literally in a public bathroom.
Y/N couldn't have held back her moans even if she tried. Colson pulled her hair as he thrusted into her. "Harder '' She whimpered. He sped up and the sounds of her and Colson moaning and the slapping of him against her ass filled the room. It would be surprising if you couldn't hear the sounds from outside the bathroom. But neither of them cared right now.
He reached for her tits and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. One hand slid up to her neck and the other found its way to play with her clit. He squeezed her throat and she let out a strained moan.
"I'm gonna cum soon" Y/N said. He was hitting every right spot.
With a few more thrusts he sent her over the edge. Her pussy started throbbing around his cock and she came hard. That sent Colson to his breaking point as he came to her. "Fucckk" he moaned out and he stilled at her. He pulled out and she flipped around and kissed him.
They stood there looking at each other for a bit. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door and someone yelling “Hurry up”. They both laughed and headed to clean up a bit.
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.
Did we ever get the freaky colson fic? Asking for a friend
Yenno what? I’ve been practically starving yall so i think you earned it. Ask (for a friend) and you shall receive. Buckle up kiddos, this ones a doozy.
TW?: Like? everything. everything is a problem here lmao. Just weird. H/A stands for haunted attraction, i had one in mind but it felt disrespectful to mention.
I present to you... The Freaky Fic ™
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You knew this interviewer had a history of asking personal questions, which meant when you came on you were completely expecting to be asked something or other in regards to you and Colsons sex life, but asking about the freakiest sex you’ve ever had still felt a little forward. You weren’t thirty minutes into what would be an hour-and-forty-three-minute podcast and he was already pulling out what you originally thought to the big guns. Your eyes met Colsons as you silently tried to decide whether or not you should avoid the question.
“I already know what it would be, I'm just not sure we should say.”
“It’s that bad?” The interviewer asks
“Well, it’s more that everyone is gonna say its white people shit. Cause it is.” You took a moment to think about the statement “It wasn’t incest though! Obviously. Just a little weird.”
“What was it?” Colson asked, mind reeling through your personal kama sutra for anything that would stand out as the freakiest. Colson and you were definitely not vanilla, but that was the problem, wasn’t it? When you’ve done so much weird stuff, it’s hard to rank which would be the weirdest.
“The [H/a].” You say, watching as a flash of recognition falls over his face
“Seriously? That’s the worst thing you could think of? Cause I can think of, like, five worse than that, just off the top of my head.”
“I mean, it’s definitely not the freakiest, but it’s a good story without it being super embarrassing or personal.” Colson nods in agreement, mumbling a small “Right”
“Yeah, go ahead. You can tell it.” He says, turning to face you in his spinny chair.
“Okay, so, I’m very superstitious and, like, paranoid right? I mean, I literally will not sleep in a room that has a mirror facing me. It doesn’t even have to be facing me, it could be facing the wall opposite me, but it has to be covered. I don’t even really trust it when it’s covered, honestly, I prefer it to be face down to the floor. Because mirrors are supposed to be portals to the after life, or whatever, and I remember hearing that if one is facing you while you sleep it’s easier for ghosts to manipulate you. It’s not that I necessarily believe that, or that I think if I slept with a mirror facing me that I’d die or something, but that I respect it. However, I think when places are advertised as haunted they usually aren’t. I mean you see these youtubers go to these places and film all these videos and it’s just- That’s not how hauntings usually are. Ghosts have an ability, to an extent, to manipulate your emotion. Have you ever heard of someone suddenly being overwhelmed by an emotion because they believe a loved one is near? It’s more like that, it’s very spiritual. Being haunted, coming from someone who ghosts seem to love, is nine times out of ten nothing like what Hollywood portrays it to be. It’s not to say that I think every one of these youtubers is lying, I think some of them definitely are, or that they were scared and when you’re scared it’s easy to blow little noises out of the water, but mostly I think it has to do with the places themself.”
Your story was cut off by the interviewer asking a question,
“Hold on, you aren’t about to make a joke about freaky also meaning spooky, right?” The interviewer asks
“I mean, you could totally make that joke, but it’s definitely a little kinky. I’m just giving some background.”
“Okay, continue.”
“Where was I? Oh, yes. I think when you go somewhere that is advertised as haunted they are selling you an experience. If you went to the [H/a] and nothing happened, some people would be disappointed by that and would want their money back, right?”
“Absolutely.”
“I think some of these places have audio recordings and mechanised doors, things that they can use to manipulate every room and give you a good scare. This is all theory, by the way, so don’t sue us.”
“You really think it's more plausible that they have a whole control room to scare people and that none of the workers have ever squealed than believe that these places are just… haunted?” The interviewer asked
“I don’t know. Maybe, if they only allowed people with a certain seniority and made them sign an NDA? And if the ones who control it get to give their coworkers a little scare so they come online and say they’ve had their own experiences? Yeah, I think it makes sense, and it's making them money, so why would they stop?”
“Okay, I guess.” He nodded along, entertaining the idea
“But, I also believe that if you talk to ghosts or call on them they will show up, so it’s kinda” you made a scale motion with your hands before continuing.
“Anyway, I went on board with this in mind. We were in our room, cuddled up on the bed and-” you took a moment to recall that night “I don’t remember if we were waiting for something to happen, or if it already had and we were waiting for something else. Anyway, we must’ve gotten bored, because we started making out.”
The crappy old hotel sheets shifted under you as your lips met Colsons, his warm hand reaching over to rest on your lower back. The kiss quickly became heated, your mouths smashing into one another, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip while his hand pulled you closer, your own reaching down to rub his growing bulge.
A short, fast knock came from the wall, breaking both the kiss and the silence.
“Oh, do you like that?” You ask, continuing to massage him through his loose sweatpants. Colson originally thought you had been referring to him, but quickly caught onto the fact that you were addressing the ‘ghost’.
“Hm, what about this?” You continued, kissing your way down his body, pulling his pants down when you got to them and sliding his tip between your lips. A barely audible creak erupted from the room beside you, the bathroom sink had turned on, a small stream of water pouring aimlessly down into the sink.
“Does that make you wet?” You ask, sucking one of his balls into your mouth as you stroke him. Colson found the whole act to be a bit odd, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so he let you continue. As fucked up as it was, the idea of a third party watching as the two of you were doing your thing was really getting you going. It wouldn’t have been a big deal to some, other than the fact that the supposed third party was a ghost.
“Do you like watching us fuck?” You slid your mouth down the length of his prick, hollowing out your cheeks before coming back up to continue “Tell me what you want me to do to him next.” You offer up, glancing up at Colson who looked equal parts freaked out and turned on.
“You’re crazy. God that’s hot.” He said, throwing his head back while you let out a small laugh. A book slides from the coffee table across the room, falling to the floor and landing on its spine, flipping open to a random page. You weren’t entirely sure what that implied, but the only thing that came to mind was him fucking you on that table. You took a moment to ponder it before deciding if you tried it would break and that you didn’t wanna bother paying the place for a new one.
You began kissing your way back up his body instead, admiring his tattoos as you go. Your lips landed back on his, reaching down to slide the tip of his prick through your folds, gathering your arousal. Stopping the kiss for a moment, you opened your mouth to take a breath. Colson took this opportunity to spit in your mouth, connecting your lips again soon after.
“Think the ghost liked that?” He said, reaching down to grab his hard dick from your hand, teasing your hole. You shrugged, leaning back into the kiss, moving your hips along with his movements.
After a minute or two of teasing, you swore you felt the bed begin to shake. It started off slow and small, almost as if Colson was shaking under you and it was transferring to the bed, before slowly building to a much more noticeable rumble.
“Oh, I think it wants us to shake the bed.” You say, a smirk playing on your lips, a gasp falling past them as you felt colson slip inside you. You happily obliged, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You didn’t realise how badly you needed this, you couldn’t help the moans slipping past your lips as you fucked each other as hard as you could manage, trying your best to make sure the bed shook. You were looking down at Colson when suddenly his face disappeared, replaced by impenetrable darkness.
“What the fuck.” The interviewer mentioned, more amused than judgemental “I can't believe you’re telling me this. I can’t believe this isn’t the freakiest shit you’ve ever done.”
“Well, the ghost thing was kind of a joke. I mean, it happened, but it was more about the fact that someone was obviously watching us, or the concept of that.”
“Right, right. You guys like an audience, I see.”
“While it was dark though, I swear I felt a hand slide up the side of my thigh, I know it wasn’t Colsons cause I could-” You cut yourself off “I’m not gonna say how, but I felt both of his hands on me.”
“Oh shit, forreal? You never told me that part.” Colson said, you gave a small nod in his direction before continuing.
“But then the lights came back on.”
The lights had only been off for about a minute, small sounds of things moving barely audible over the sounds you two had been making, Colson flipping you over in the dark, pounding away at your hips. When they flicked back on, the room was messy, your eyes scanned the room, falling on the complimentary ouija that sat on the table first. It had fallen out of its box, the lid on the floor next to it. Next, you realized the closet had slid open, it had one of those bendy doors that made it so when you slid it open it bent out towards you, they were called bifold closet doors, if you remembered correctly.
It was slid halfway open to reveal the empty closet behind it, the only thing adorning the shelf being a couple lone close hangers. As you watched, one looked as if it were smacked off and fell to the floor.
“It wasn’t hot anymore at that point. I didn’t see anything, I think it was my paranoia-- remember when you were a little kid laying in bed and you were like, there is a person crouching beside my bed right now and if I look over the edge at them they will have no more incentive not to kill me?” A silent understanding “It was like that, I don't know how but I know what they look like and I was fully convinced that person was crouching next to us on the bed and if I looked over there I would see him. Because the bed was on the wall, and it’s a big bed, a queen I believe, and colson and I are laying with our head at the foot of it, there was plenty of room to the side of us cause we weren’t exactly in the middle. “Wait, you said that you believed the hauntings were mechanical, so do you think this was a ghost, or a worker?”
“I think it may have been the lady at the front desk, because when we came out she asked us if we were having a good day. I don't know. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned off so fast, I mean at first the idea of a ghost or a worker watching us have sex was hot, but the thought of that… thing being there with us-- That wasn’t hot. We just, kinda, silently put our clothes on and walked out to the lobby. We went back later and got our stuff and checked out early. All I know is it was a dumb fucking idea.”
The day after the interview was released twitter was filled with variations of “If Mgk and his girlfriend wanted an audience they could’ve just asked me.”
I dunno if there’s an official NSFW alphabet prompt list but I decided to make my own. I’m gonna leave some (re: most) of the letters empty, partially to leave room for req and partially because I dont know what kink starts with a Z. You can send a request for a kink starting with whatever letter, along with whether or not you want it to be Colson or Pete. I will be doing both Colson and Pete fics for every letter. You may request multiple kinks for one letter, Ex. F is for fingering, but you can always request femdomination and F will become fingering/femdomination etc. Enjoy!
What about reader is the manager/assistant and fucks up some bug career opportunity for them?
Mistakes can allways happen but that was something really big
Maybe even gets fired for it?
Fucked It +
TW?: Mostly angst but theres some very slight smut with readers S/O
A/N: Not to age the writing but Im writing this as colson tweets that he’s gonna play at the halftime show in the next few years. S/O= Significant Other. I wanted to keep it kinda gender neutral cause bi people exist i dunno.
Word count:1.8k A little longer than a blurb, but just as dialogue-y
This year had been stressful, to say the least. There was the release of tickets to my downfall, and along with that the cover scandal, the bloody valentine music video, downfalls high, the snl episode. It was like every second of your day was filled with something, you rarely got the chance to spend time with your S/O.
That’s right, you had an S/O. Being Colson’s manager wasn’t your entire existence, although you’d seemed to have forgotten that recently. Their name is Devin, and they are not very happy with you.
They’d broken down in tears your first full night home, telling you how under appreciated they had felt while you were away. Devin had a life of their own too, though, and considering the pandemic at hand had chosen to go stay with their family to avoid the covid hot spot that was LA. You understood, and as much as you hated to admit it you barely even realized they were gone. You didn’t know what that meant, but you knew whatever it meant wasn’t anything good for your relationship, but, you loved them and you wanted to recreate that spark.
You wanted to put work into them, and you, and most importantly your relationship. You’d gotten through the emotions, but as for the spark there was only so much you could do thousands of miles away. So, you decided to put in the work and devise a plan. Your plan started about an hour and a half ago, beginning with a shower and ending with your favorite lipstick.
You love Devin and you want nothing more than to wrap them up in a soft blanket and kiss them on the forehead and take them on picnics, but you also wanted them to look at you and touch themselves. You could do one of those things in your current situation, and you felt both would help to replenish your spark.
You looked good too, dressed in your lingerie with your hair all done. You felt so unbelievably sexy just looking at yourself in the mirror, you wished they were here to witness it.
You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, your LED lights set to red, your phone set to start recording in
3…
2…
1…
You tried your best to pose sexily in the small frame, arching your back and playing with your hair, slowly slinking down the wall. You were sure when you sent this Devin would be calling you within seconds. You checked the video, editing it to the length you liked and saving it to your camera roll.
Butterflies began fluttering in your stomach as you looked at your message app. You had seen Devin in so long, what if the spark had really gone? What if they didn’t want you anymore? Or what if they just didn’t want you right now, what if this wasn’t the right thing to do?
You took a deep breath, looking yourself in the mirror and quickly clicking through your messages, sending it before you could think too much and clicking your phone off. You moved from the bathroom, moving to your bed, staring at your phone and waiting patiently for a response.
After thirty minutes you gave up, too nervous to check if they’d seen it. You were cool.
Well, you were cool now that you had cried and and picked yourself apart piece by piece, ending up on the couch in a heap of blankets eating a family bag of your favorite chips to yourself. Family guy played on the TV, the episode only really meant to drain out the noise of your thoughts, and momentarily the bling of your phone. You would’ve missed it entirely if it weren’t for the flickering of your flashlight that you’d enabled to make sure you didn’t.
You rushed from your comfy blanket fort, spilling your chips on the way, your hand wrapping tightly around your phone. You turned it around, seeing that the notification that had popped up was only from Dylan, the guy that got Colson a place at the halftime show.
Work, great, the thing that started this all. Was this the universe telling you it was over? You read on.
It simply said “Call me.”
Your eyebrow raised, considering waiting until tomorrow. You opened your messages, seeing that you had accidentally sent him the video of you in your lingerie. Fuck, thats why Devin hadn’t responded.
You opened his contact, calling him quickly, each ring feeling like needles being inserted into your brain.
“So I hope you understand why we wouldn’t want to be associated with that unprofessionalism.” He said, you’d zoned out through his lecture
“I understand, I do, but I hope you’d be willing to reconsider as this was a mistake on my part and not Colson’s. And seeing as this isn’t public I hope we can just brush this all under the rug and forget it ever-”
“I hear you, but I don’t think that will be possible. Mistake or not it was unprofessional on so many different levels
“But, sir-” You tried, your fingers thumbing over the buttons of the remote to mute the tv.
“It’s over, I’m afraid.” He responded, a beeping noise signalling the call had ended
Oh, nicer, you thought sarcastically, it wasn’t the universe after all, it was the manager.
Tossing your phone on the couch beside you, you retreated to your blanket fort, unmuting the TV.
Colson and the boys had been looking forward to performing at the halftime show since you’d met them. They’d been so excited when you told them you’d got them a spot. Although it was the last thing you wanted to do right now, you knew you had to break the news to Colson.
You stared at your phone, willing yourself to reach over and call him, eventually drifting off into an unsatisfying sleep.
“Oh good, you’re here! Okay, so I was thinking for the halftime show-” Colson began, but you cut him off before he could continue
“Oh, yeah, about that.” You say, rubbing your head in hopes it would soothe the dull ache that had begun to rear its ugly head. You opened your eyes in time to watch the excitement drop from Colson’s face.
“I…” You began, not sure how to start “I fucked it.” You began to laugh, taking a moment to acknowledge how ridiculous the situation had really been.
“What do you mean?” He asks, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion.
“Devin and I are going through a bit of a rough patch with them being away and all, so I decided to try and,” You made a vague shimmy movement with your shoulders “spark things up a bit. You know the silhouette challenge on tik tok? I did that, but I got nervous when I sent the video and I was on the couch for like hours crying too scared to see if they even looked at it, next thing I know I’m getting texted by Dylan asking me to call him.” You paused, partly for dramatic effect and partly to let yourself laugh. You buried your face in your hands, Colson watching in amusement, eager for the end of your clearly hilarious story.
“I accidentally sent him my nudes. It was so fucking embarassing, oh my god!” You finish, looking up from your hands to realize no one else seemed amused.
“What’s that got to do with the halftime show?” Rook questioned.
“Oh, right.” You’d completely lost track in the midst of your rambling “He said it was completely unprofessional and he wasn’t interested in working with us.”
Colson remained silent for a moment, looking over to the other boys before responding “He isn’t interested in working with you.” Your eyebrows furrowed at this, looking between the boys..
“What’s that mean?”
“This is the gig of our lifetime. I’ve- We’ve wanted to play the halftime show since… forever. This was our one chance and because of you we got booted out. And you were laughing about it.”
“I’m sorry, it was a genuine accident, I thought you’d find it funny. Some corporate guy saw my tits ‘cause my relationship is failing, if I don’t laugh I cry.”
“You’re the one who sent him the nudes. This is your fuck up.”
“Yeah, okay. But I work for you, so by association he won’t work with us.”
“Then you aren’t a part of ‘us’ anymore.”
“Colson, seriously? It was a fucking accident. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Watch your tone, I think you’re forgetting you work for me. I’m a nice guy, but this isn’t my shit to deal with.”
“I’m sorry.” You repeated, your voice lowering. It was easy to forget Colson was your boss, he never treated you like an employee. There was more respect between the two of you than any boss/employee relationship you’d ever seen before. You’d never even seen him mad before today. You were genuinely lucky to have had this experience, to think that it was about to come to an end broke your heart.
“Is sorry going to get us this gig back?” The question was rhetorical, but you shook your head “Then I’m sorry, I can’t let this pass me up because of something you did.” Colson says, staring you down. You stood like a statue in your place, unsure whether or not you should leave. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.
You took it upon yourself to make the decision to turn and leave, driving to the nearest gas station, where you sat in your car, crying in the parking lot.
Everything was fine and in the matter of a week it had all gone to shit. How did this happen?
You were in a happy relationship, and now they were living with their parents for who knows why and telling you they felt neglected. Your career was going amazing and you’d ruined it completely with one mistext.
You started your car back up, settling on the hope that maybe Colson and Dylan would come to their senses, and come Monday morning you would still have a job.
Do you think Colson takes punishment more seriously or more like funishment?
I think it would depend both on his mood, the severity of what you did and what his partner could take. He definitely does both, and sometimes if you really piss him off after it all he wont let you cum.
