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Rooftop Pool Party Imagine

pairing: Colin x you

requested by: anon

warnings: mention of smut, pool shenanigans, Colin being Colin (which is a fk boi), adorably naive reader, mention of cheating (if you don’t like, don’t read)

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It was nearing the end of work. You closed down your laptop, checking your phone for messages. One popped up from your best friend, Jessie, asking if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight. As you replied ‘no’, that you had a night planned in with your boyfriend, Tyler, you heard a rapping against your cubicle wall.

“There’s my working girl,” greeted Colin, characteristic vape in hand. He eyed you up behind hexagonal ray bans as he took slow pulls from the e-cigarette. “Whachu up to, hunni?”

“Getting ready to leave work,” you replied, putting your phone down and picking up your bag. “You?”

“Bored as shit,” he blew out. “Don’t you have work to do?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, been done that. Tried this new matcha place out in BK today. Worth the hype,” he began following you out of the open-spaced cubicles and toward the elevators. “Ay, lemme walk you out.”

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling. Colin was kind to you, if a little inappropriate at times; he could also just be an idiot, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that swam in your stomach whenever you were around him. There was something about him that just turned you on, even more than your boyfriend, and that made you ashamed. But whenever he sought you out you could never find it in you to avoid him.

“Listen,” he started as you two got on the elevator. “I’m goin’ to a pool rooftop party this weekend. Gonna be hella dope. You should come.”

You were taken aback. Colin had asked you out before, but had stopped pretty soon after learning you had a boyfriend. He was uncharacteristically respectful of it, so for him to ask you out now, months later out of the blue was sort of strange.

“Colin, you know I’m-”

“I know, I know” he laughed, as if finding you adorable. “’ol ball n’ chain. This ain’t a date, y/n. Think you’ve known me long enough to know that ain’t my jam...” His phone started buzzing then, just as the elevator doors opened at the lobby. He exited first, walking backwards so he was still facing you. “I’ll send you the deets.”

“Sure,” you said, contemplative.

“I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” he pointed at you, finally turning back around to take the call. “Ayy wassup, it’s your boi, Colin...” His words drifted off as you went your separate ways, him towards his obscene black SUV and you towards the subway to take the G train home to Greenpoint.

| | |

Later that night saw you cuddling on the sofa with Tyler watching a horror movie after finishing Chinese takeout. A jump scene came on the large screen suddenly, catapulting the bowl of popcorn in your laps. “Damn it,” Tyler yelled, trying to cover up that he was scared shitless. “It’s fine,” you said, bending down to begin picking it up. “Not like this floor’s a stranger to breadcrumbs...” Your dog, Millie, wasn’t exactly a neat eater.

“Yeah, but you don’t need rats,” he said. You nodded, agreeing. “Pause it, will you?” You asked. “Gonna clean up.”

As you were washing your hands in the sink, your phone vibrated in your jeans pocket. Pulling it out, you saw Colin’s name light up your screen, one message after the other.

Colin: here’s the address

Colin dropped a pin.

Colin: 2PM Sat

Colin: Dress up

Colin: actually, text me ur addy i’ll pick u up

You hesitated.

Y/n: I haven’t decided yet

Colin: what's there to decide? It’s a party, you’re on the invite list, it’s gon be lit as shit

Colin: what’s ur address

You rolled your eyes. He was nothing if not persistent.

“You done in there yet?” Tyler yelled from the living room. “Almost, give me another sec,” you yelled back.

You sighed, picking up your phone proceeding to type out your answer. There was one way you’d get to the bottom of what his intentions were.

Y/n: Can I bring Tyler as my plus 1?

Colin is typing . . .

This went on for almost another minute, an abnormally long time for the famous influencer, before he finally replied:

Colin: yea. i’ll pick u up at 1:45. dont be l8

Leave it to Colin to get serious about tardiness when it comes to a party. That said, it was the answer you were looking for; if he’d been looking for more from you, he would’ve shut your ask down. Still, something niggled at he back of your mind, like a sense of foreboding. You figured you were probably being paranoid, though. Maybe Colin was right: maybe you needed to insert more fun into your life; and maybe, just maybe, you’d end up having a good time?

| | |

Saturday afternoon came quickly with how busy work had been lately. The Danni Sanders fallout had hit your company, Depravity, like a hurricane; you being one of the low men on the totem pole, it hit you the hardest. It sort of aggravated you how little Colin seemed to be affected by it, but he was the one with 50K+ followers, and he smoked a shit ton of weed and god knew what else, so you figured not much phased him.You were surprised he even was aware of it, to be honest. It did mean, however, that you didn’t give him the time of day as much as you ordinarily would. He took it exactly as well as you’d have expected: like a toddler denied his favorite toy.

“Hey,” Tyler came into your bedroom, holding you close as you tried to get your pair of earrings on. “Let me?” He offered, seeing you struggle. You nodded, allowing him to attach the gold hoop earrings to each ear. He’d come over a little earlier so you could ride together. As he was fastening the earrings you took the opportunity to take him in.

He wore a simple Hawaiian shirt with the top two buttons undone, shorts, and boat shoes. His aftershave was strong, his hair carefully mussed with plenty of hair product. “You clean up nicely,” you teased.

“Could say the same to you,” he said, stepping back as he eyed your full ensemble. You wore short shorts that were slightly faded at the ends, a crocheted crop top that showed off your cleavage, and slides that gave you some height. Your bathing suit was underneath, a tiny bikini, and your hair was half up, half down, with strands strategically falling in waves and full, water-proof make up on. “Haven't seen you dress up like that in a while. Should I be worried about this Colin guy?” He joked, although you sensed some truth to his words.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just a friend from work,” you threw on the finishing touches to your look: neon shades and fedora hat. The door buzzer rang a few minutes later. You walked out together, Tyler holding a hand to the small of your back down the narrow hallway stairs.

Colin was leaning up against the concrete pillar on the stoop, smoking a cross-joint when you walked outside. He looked up from his phone, doing a double take at you. “Shit, hunni. Lookin’ fine as hell.” He pulled you into his arms, not giving you a chance to reply. He smelled strongly of weed, and a light undertone of some kind of cologne that was mouthwatering.

“And this must be...no, wait, don’t tell me. Todd, right?”

“Tyler,” he corrected, looking slightly annoyed.

“Right, what I say?”

You suppressed the giggle that threatened to fall from your lips. You didn’t know what was more funny, your boyfriend looking put out, or Colin being clueless.

“Nevermind,” Tyler dropped it.

Colin led the way to the escalade idling at the curb. “Ladies first,” he said, boldly taking your hand to help you hop inside the enormous car. You would’ve found it gentlemanly if you didn’t catch him checking out your ass. You shook your head; he had balls to do that right in front of Tyler.

“I’ll help myself, thanks,” your boyfriend grumbled, jumping in to slide in the seat next to you before Colin could rob him of the chance.

“Okay, cool, territorial. It’s a vibe, I dig it,” he laughed. He edged the crosspoint behind his ear and slapped the side of the car before jumping in himself, stretching out in the back row. “Aight, let’s gooo! Antoniooo, take us to 25th and 8th.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver said, pulling away from the curb to merge onto traffic.

“So,” Colin said after a few minutes, “finally get some time with my best hunni. Where you been, girl?”

“Working,” you blurted. “Not that you would know much about that.”

Colin made a wounded sound. “Ouch, babygirl, that hurt.”

You snorted.

“Yeah, that Danni business, huh?” He went on. “Shit was fucked. Almost makes me regret givin’ her some sugar.”

You turn to him, disgusted. “Seriously, Colin?”

He raised his brows. “What?”

You shook your head wordlessly, turning forward again. Tyler grabbed your hand. “We don’t have to go, if you don’t want to,” he whispered in your ear low enough for Colin not to hear.

“No, it’s fine,” you said, using your normal voice.

The car slowed to a stop, immediately drawing honks all around. “We’re here,” announced Antonio, unlocking all doors. “Thanks, man,” Colin said, exiting first. He, smartly, didn’t take your hand this time.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You’re lookin’ at it, hunni,” he said, and you all looked up at the towering, blue reflective skyscraper. Even amongst all the city noise you could hear the party taking place on the rooftop, people leaning against the high wooden fence.

You had to admit you were getting excited. You had never been to something like this before, for not knowing the right people or not having the entrance fee. Colin was pretty cool that way.

You looked at Colin, already finding his eyes on you. "Thank you, Colin,” he quipped, to which you rolled your eyes but nevertheless conceded your gratitude.

Upstairs, you were nearly overwhelmed with all the activity around you. People laughed, and chatted amongst themselves, some in swimwear and some overdressed; you were surprised they weren’t overheating in the hot weather.

Colin brushed your arm, leaning close so as to be heard over the loud music. It brought goosebumps to your arms. “You want anything? I’m headed to the bar.”

Tyler edged into the middle, breaking contact between you two. “We’re good, thanks,” he answered for you.

“That so? Could’a sworn I asked y/n that,” Colin retorted pointedly in a rare display of irritation.

He had a point, but you weren’t looking for a fight today. “That’s all right, I’ll grab one later.”

“Suit yourself,” Colin shrugged, making his way through the crowd.

“What do you see in him, y/n?” Tyler said as soon as he was out of earshot. “He’s an asshole.”

“He’s not so bad,” you defended. “He’s actually a pretty nice guy once you get to know him. He’s just...a lot to take when you first meet him.”

Tyler guffawed. “Yeah, OK. Only thing I see is a guy who wants to get in your pants.”

“No he doesn’t!” You immediately denied. “He’s just being nice.”

“For fuck’s sake, y/n, open your eyes. Guys like him want one thing and one thing only, and it isn’t friendship.”

“That’s not true. If it was, he’d have pulled something by now...” And it was true, in your mind, at least; there’d been plenty of opportunities. He was a flirt, sure, but he’d never made a move. Not like you’d seen him do with Danni before shit went sideways.

“See, look at what he’s up to right now.” He gestured to Colin. “He’s trying it on with someone easier. Only reason he hasn't made a move on you is because of me. I bet you if I wasn’t here, soon as I left, he’d hit on you.”

“No..” You continued to deny, distracted by him clearly flirting with a woman at the bar, whispering in her ear and leaning into her space the way he’d done just a second ago with you. Whatever he’d said appearing to be working if her leading him somewhere was anything to go by.

“See, you can’t even deny it anymore,” Tyler went on, victorious, taking your faltering as conceding.

“Maybe you’re just jealous,” you said, annoyed (with him, with Colin; for having a fucking point). Whichever, you decided you were done with this conversation. You regretted turning down a drink now.

“Jealous?!” Tyler questioned, incredulous. His voice got all high and whiny when he was defensive, something that turned you off to no end. “Of what? Terrible fashion sense? The attention span of a goldfish?”

“I’m getting a drink,” you announced. “And no, that was not an invitation for you to come with me.”

“Come on, y/n,” he grabbed your arm, temper cooling. “I’m just messing with you.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.”

“I’m sorry. Let’s both grab a drink, OK?”

“So you can patronize me more about how my friend from work who very kindly allowed you to join, by the way, wants to sleep with me, and I’m too stupid to realize it? Yeah, no thank you.”

You started toward the bar, ignoring Tyler’s pleas to hold on. You felt yourself getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was saying that? Didn’t you know Colin better? And even if it was true, did he really think you were so unable to figure it out and handle it yourself?

“I’ll take a tequila, please. Thanks,” you ordered, the bartender nodding and getting to work on your drink.

You didn’t want to turn around and see Tyler’s stupid face, so you pretended to be busy on your phone while you waited.

“Didn’t think I’d see you on your own,” said a familiar voice, occupying the seat beside you. “Where your guard dog at?”

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” replied.

Here’s your drink, m’am,” interjected the bartender. You thanked him, taking your card out to pay when Colin slapped his down on the wooden surface first. “Put it on my tab,” he requested, ordering his own. Some Kendall Jenner brand. Typical.

“Colin, no-”

“Fuck yes, I’m treatin’ you.”

“For what?” You asked, honestly. “I mean, I think inviting me here is sort of a treat in itself. I never do stuff like this.”

“And that’s exactly why I asked you. You work too hard, babygirl. Need to chill once in a while, smell the fuckin’ roses. That type of shit. ‘Sides, this ain’t much. You get used to it.”

“Sure, you get used to it. You being the key word.”

“You’d get used to it too, if you hustled more at work.”

“Hey! I.. hustle,” you said, giggling. Clearly, the alcohol was getting to you.

Colin grinned at you, amused, before turning serious. “Not from what I seen.”

You snorted.

“Naw, I’m serious. I know you don’t think I pay attention to shit but I do... sometimes,” he added.

You giggled again.

“I seen you work your ass off at work but you turn down shit that could move you up at Depravity. And don’t shake your head at me, I know you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

“I guess... I’m just...”

“What?”

Colin stared at you with an open expression, truly listening. You felt like you could tell him anything in that moment.

“I...I guess I’m just scared of failing. Stupid, I know.”

“Nah... I feel you.”

“It’s not really possible to succeed in this career without a lot of followers and what if I screw up, or disappoint them? I’d have so many people to witness my embarrassment or worse, my downfall-”

“Ay,” he laid a tattooed hand on your exposed thigh, drawing your attention. “I hear you and there ain’t really way around that fear but you can’t let it hold you captive. The only way to grow is to challenge yourself, and doin’ shit that scares you is half the battle.”

You were shocked by how unexpectedly insightful Colin was, not only that, but how supportive he was being. You wondered how much he showed off was the real Colin, and how much was hidden because it didn’t fit the ‘look’ that propelled him to influencer stardom.

Colin pounded back the rest of his drink, wincing slightly. He turned to you with an easy grin and whisky hued eyes. “You good?” He asked, referring to your slightly inebriated state.

“Yeah, think so. Why?”

“’Cause I wanna try somethin. Close your eyes for me.”

“I don’t know...”

"What did I just say ‘bout challenging yourself? Huh? Don’t tell me I put my heart out there for nothin’.”

“Fine, fine!” You laughed, complying. “They’re closed. What now?”

You didn’t hear anything for a couple seconds, getting antsy. “Colin?”

All of a sudden you felt yourself being lifted from the seat, and being carried. “Colin, what are you doing? Put me down!”

“Chill, hunni, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He laughed.

“You’re enjoying this way too much!”

“Not as much as I’m about to-”

“What do you mean-

Your words were muffled as you became airborne, letting out a brief surprised shriek before you were being plunged into cold water.

“What the hell, Colin?!” You cried, emerging from the surface. He was laughing audibly, drawing curious looks and some laughter, not sure whether it was with you or at you. You started blushing. “Fuck you, Colin,” you cursed, moving toward the ladder. You didn’t normally swear but you were embarrassed, the suddenness of the cold temperature sobering you up. You were also still clothed!

“Come on, hunni, you know I'm just teasing you.”

“Yeah, well I’ve had enough of men thinking they know what’s best for me.”

You left the pool, making a beeline for the bathroom. You figured if you lay low for a little bit Colin would quickly forget about you.

Five minutes later, after drying off, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Just a minute,” you yelled. You dried your face, turning to leave when the door opened. “I said-”

You faltered at the sight of the familiar blond head filling up the frame, striding toward you with purpose. “Colin?” He took you in his arms suddenly, staring down at you intensely, honey brown eyes now dark with lust. “Colin,” you repeated cautiously, “what are you doing?”

“Somethin’ I should’ve done a long time ago,” he said, and then he captured your lips in a heated kiss, all hesitation leaving you instantly. You moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer. He had you needy and hot all over; you couldn’t get enough of him.

“That’s right, babygirl. Daddy’s going to take care of you. So fuckin’ helpless and needy,” he groaned into your neck, mouthing sloppy kisses down from your jawline and sucking what was sure to be a dark bruise by tomorrow into the spot below your ear. “Bet if I slid my hand into those panties right now I’d find you wet,” his hand teased the outline of your underwear before sticking a long digit inside, moaning at what he’d found.

“Fuckin’ knew it.”

The party was still going on outside, which you were rudely reminded of when a new set of knocks pounded the door. “Take a fuckin’ hint,” he growled loudly.

“Colin, maybe we should take this somewhere else?” You ran your hands up and down his bare chest coaxingly.

“Nah. Been waitin’ too damn long for this moment. They can wait.”

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