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Baby Makes Four
Pairings: Colson x Reader x Rook ( poly)
Warnings/tags: fluff, pregnancy, talk of possible abortion, pelvic exam, labor complications, emergency C-section
A/N: This is an AU they are not famous but I’m still using the nickname Rook. and Colson doesn’t have Casie. Admittedly not my best writing but I’m trying to get back into it. Enjoy!
You knew you should have been more careful; should have insisted on them wearing condoms, or got yourself on some type of birth control, especially given the uniqueness of your relationship. Polyamory isn’t for everybody but it was perfect for you, Colson and Rook. But now here you were five days late staring at a pink plus sign without the slightest clue to which one of them was the father. You weren’t sure how they were going to take the news; to be honest you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about it either. Part of you was thrilled, you always knew you wanted to be a mom one day, but the other part of you was scared to death; you didn’t know if you were ready for the responsibility quite yet. But one thing you knew for sure was you wanted the three of you to make the decision about what the future held for the pregnancy together.
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“ Hey.. uh I need to talk to you boys about something,” you started nervously over breakfast.
“Of course , what is it, baby? Colson responded followed by Rook, “Everything okay?”
“I’m not sure how to start or even how I feel about this yet to be completely honest, so I’m just gonna come out and say it …. “I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, shit I’m gonna be a dad! Colson exclaimed in shock but his expression was unreadable.
“Or… I’m gonna be a dad?” Rook looked to Colson with the same unclear expression.
“Oh fuck! Which one of us is the Dad?” Colson questioned.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” You raised your hands up in a shrug only to let them fall back down on the table in defeat.
“But there’s like tests and shit that can tell who’s the dad right?” Colson asked. “Like before it’s born or do we have to wait until after?”
“Please—!” You shouted, holding up your hand for him to stop. You were getting overwhelmed by all the questions, when the biggest question of all hadn’t even been decided .. “I’m not even sure anyones gonna be a dad!” You left it at that, assuming they would figure out what you were trying to say.
“Ohh… you’re getting rid of it? I- I just assumed we were keeping it.” Colson said, probably too nonchalantly.
“Jesus Christ, Colson! It’s a baby not a stray cat! Do you have to be so blunt about it. Fuck!” You slapped your hand over your eyes like just maybe your fingers could dam the river of tears that started to flow.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry baby,” Colson got up from his seat to embrace you. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I’m just as scared and nervous as you,” he kissed the top of your head. “But I know whatever decision you make will be the right one for us, right Rookie?” Colson looked to Rook trying to get something out of him — anything, he’d been far too quiet about the whole thing.
“Of course,” Rook got up and joined Colson in hugging you. “I’m sorry, I think I’m still in shock,” he excused his lack of engagement in the news. “I’ll one hundred percent support whatever you decide but honestly— I wouldn’t mind having a baby around here.”
“Really? … Seriously? … You mean that?” You asked, each individual question punctuated with a sniffle as you looked up at a tear- distorted view of Rook, your whole demeanor shifting.
“Really. But listen.. your only what—a couple weeks? This doesn’t have to be decided right now, or even overnight. What do you say we give it a weeks time, let it really sink in and give it some more thought?” Rook suggested.
“You’re right,” you started wiping at your eyes, still sniffing. “Okay, let’s do that”
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In a weeks time the amount of touches, kisses and overall attention your still unchanged belly was getting made the decision quite obvious— the baby was here to stay.
Panic transitioned into excitement as the three of you grew accustomed to the idea of being parents; it has been decided that neither man would find out the true paternity and that you would raise the baby as a family of four — 3 parents, 1 child. Colson would be Dad and Rook, Pops— just as he referred to his own dad.
It surprised you how quickly they both fell into the fatherly role. Colson’s gave up smoking cigarettes because you couldn’t stomach the smell. Rook asked his chef friend Steve to teach him to cook so he could assist with dinner when you weren’t feeling up to it, or just needed to get off your feet for a while— and you were so thankful for it because you both know Colson’s couldn’t so much as fry an egg . They also both took turns reading what piece of fruit the baby was the size of each week from your pregnancy app, and accompanying you to doctors appointments — until you banned Colson anyways.
“Well, it’s official— Colson’s only allowed at ultrasound appointments from now on, since he has the mind of a teenage boy and can’t handle being in the exam room.” You announced to Rook as you and Colson entered the house the three of you share, after attending his first prenatal exam with you.
“You didn’t!?” Rook gave Colson a knowing, and disapproving look.
“Bro, they had her legs all spread n’ shit and fingers in her, I couldn’t help it!” Colson tried to defend himself.
“It’s just a medical procedure you horndog!” Rook scolded.
“Yeah, we’ll tell that to my dick!!!
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He wasn’t much more behaved at your ultrasound appointment either, loudly announcing “Oh that’s definitely MY son!” when the ultrasound tech was easily able to tell you were having a boy at your twenty week anatomy scan.
“You’ll have to excuse him, he didn’t come with a filter” Rook said, nudging colson with a sharp elbow. “Which he better fix before our baby gets here!”
“Hey, better a dad with no filter than no dad at all,” the ultrasound tech joked. “You wouldn’t believe how many moms I see in here having to go through pregnancy and motherhood completely alone.But you and this little guy —” she spoke looking towards you as she moved the cool, slippery wand over your plump belly. “— seem to be blessed with two dads in the picture?” She said with a hint of question in her voice. “Sorry if I’m being nosey.”
“No worries, you’re fine” you smiled before answering. “Yeah, we have a unique relationship; it’s not exactly your traditional family. And to be completely honest we’re not sure which one of them is the dad and we don’t plan to find out either, but these two definitely have fun teasing each other about who’s baby it is. You should have seen this one—” you thumbed over to Rook. “—gloating when I started craving sushi; HIS favorite food. He insisted it was the baby who actually wanted it and therefore meant the baby was his. And of course I got all hormonal and cried when I found out I couldn’t actually eat sushi.”
“Screw traditional! You guys are happy and this baby is healthy and loved and that’s all that matters.” The tech said , as she removed the lubricating gel from your belly with a towel. “All set”
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The rest of the pregnancy went by smoothly— sure you were tired and grew increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing day as the pregnancy continued to flourish and your belly expanded but it was so worth it. You couldn’t wait to meet your little bundle of joy and the boys were equally as excited. They enjoyed assembling the nursery together; Rook handled decorating and hanging up clothes , while Colson configured and set up the crib and furniture with minimal swearing. In fact, Colson had grown and matured a lot in the last few months. He loved their little boy already and he wanted to be the best father he possibly could. He didn’t have the best role model as a child and he would be damned if he was gonna let history repeat itself.
Everything was looking up and going according to plan … until it wasn’t.
“Baby’s heart rates dropping!” The doctor announced while you were in labor. “Prep the O.R. STAT! We’ve got a cord compression on our hands.”
“Boys, I’m gonna need you to step out of the way and return to the waiting room. We’re taking her for an emergency C-section. Someone will be out to update you both as soon as possible.” A nurse stated as she shuffled through the chaos of getting you ready for transport.
“No way, we’re staying by her side the whole time.” Colson turned to follow your gurney down the hallway, with Rook close behind.
“I’m sorry boys, that’s not possible, not for an emergency C- section.” The nurse informed them, her body blocking their path. “Now please go to the waiting room.”
“Please, you have to let us go with her!” Colson begged, tears streaming down his face. “Y/N!!” He cried out reaching for you as you were wheeled around the corner.
“Colson, C’mon man,” a teary-eyed Rook placed a comforting and guiding hand up onto Colson’s chest. “Let’s go.”
Colson knew he could have easily pushed past that nurse and ran after you, and to be honest the old Colson —the Colson from a few months ago— would’ve done just that. But he realized now that all that was gonna do was get him kicked out of the hospital and make things more difficult for you, and that’s the last thing you needed right now , so he reluctantly followed Rook into the waiting area where they sat with interlocked hands, wet eyes, worried faces, and trembling knees until the doctor arrived. The few seconds it took the doctor to pull down his mask to speak seemed like an eternity to the boys; the state of you and their baby feeling like the fate of Schrödinger's cat.
“Mom and baby are doing well, they’re in the recovery room now. I’ll take you to go see them.”
“Oh thank Fuck!” Rook exhaled like he’s been holding his breath the whole time they were in the waiting room. And the two boys shared a grateful hug before following the doctor.
“Hey guys,” you smiled, happy to finally see them again. “Meet your son,” you handed the baby to Rook as he was closer to the edge of your bed.
“Hi, little guy—“
“Oh shit —shoot, sorry.” Colson interrupted, “I just realized we haven’t picked a name yet.”
“Actually, I hope you guys don’t mind but … before they put me under I told a nurse if anything happened to me or him —” your voice cracked. “— that I wanted him to be named CJ, after his dads.”
“CJ?” Colson questioned , the initials not quite clicking at the moment.
“Yeah CJ… Colson John.” You clarified, making both boys' eyes sparkle with happy tears.
“Yeah, that’s right buddy you got two dads, and I know one day when you’re older, you’ll probably look or act more like one of us than the other and it will be more obvious but I want you to know that even if you grow up to be 6’4, blonde, with a temper— I’ll always love you as my own,” Rook gave a small chuckle before handing the baby over to Colson.
“Same here, little man. You’ll always be mine even if one day you’re a 5’9” shrimp, who makes poor hair choices.” Colson teased.
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H ° O ° T 🥵
#rook cappelletty#rookxx#jp rook cappelletty#knives 🔪#playing with knives 🔪#rook playing with knives#fuck that's hot 🥵#sophie lloyd#female guitarists
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KINKTOBER DAY 2: Riding
Rook x Female Reader
Well...two people wanted days 2 and 3 so I had to deliver! 😂 Day 2 is for the Rook fans. Also...his hair in that gif. Please, Rook, get rid of the braids. I beg of you. 😭
Rook always went crazy when you were on top.
He loved nothing more than to watch his queen above him, tits bouncing and cheeks flushed and jaw slack as she fucked herself onto his dick while he just got to lie there and enjoy the show. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to be in control - he did sometimes, of course. But there was something about you on top of him that made him weak.
His eyes were locked on your face as you worked yourself up, grinding on his dick. His breath hitched as he tried to hold back; he didn’t want to come already, but he could feel every soaking inch of you wrapped around him. His hands tightened on your thighs and his head tipped back as he fought the urge to fuck up into you.
“Oh, JP,” you whined, brow furrowing in pleasure as your hips jerked.
“Yeah, baby,” Rook gritted, back arching slightly off the bed. “Ride me so, so good.”
“I’m close,” you gasped, and Rook nearly moaned in relief. He was close, too, had been for quite some time. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing firmly to help guide you on him.
“Need you to come with me,” Rook managed breathlessly. “Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, jaw slack and eyes closed. Rook could tell you were close and placed his hand on your stomach, allowing for his thumb to rub circles in your clit. This pushed you over the edge, effectively pushing Rook over, too. As you tensed around him, Rook spilled inside you, hips jerking with a low groan.
Afterward, you collapsed on his chest, panting as the two of you came down. Rook smirked into your neck, kissing it. “Love when you ride me, baby.”
“Good thing it’s my favorite,” you said with a smile. God, how had Rook gotten so lucky?
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They're fruity your honour 😭😩💓
#Yungblud#rookxx#this is a joke#jp cappelletty#dom harrison#machine gun kelly#estxx#rook cappelletty#jpcappelletty
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First and last
Requested by @mgkisdaddytho
"can u plzzz write a story about losing virginity with rook but then like super fluff aftercare🥺🥰"
A/N: this is the first request I've ever done so go easy on me 😅🥰
Warning: swearing, no condom (be safe kids), losing virginity
Ok, so your best friend kissed you. It could be worse. It could’ve been in front of a large group of people. Oh wait, it was. It could’ve been a drunken dare. Oh wait, it was. It didn’t have to mean anything to you. Oh wait, it did. You didn’t have to make it uncomfortable by running off a hot mess. Oh wait, strike four, you did. If it had been anyone else in the room, you wouldn’t have cared but it wasn’t anyone else, it was Rook. The guy you’ve been secretly in love with for months since you first met him. You know that no one else knew and it wasn’t really Baze’s fault for making the dare in the first place. No one except Ashleigh, your other friend and the group ‘mum’. She kept everyone in line, on tour and at home.
You couldn’t even blame Rook for not saying no. He didn’t know that every time he brags about banging a different girl it slowly broke your soul more and more. That was your issue that you were dealing with. He didn’t need to know that in the months you’ve known him, you haven’t had a single date because you are so head over heels in love with him that no other man comes close.
It's not just Rook’s good looks that attract you to him. Sure, he’s toned, muscular body is nothing to overlook, he works hard for his body. However, his personality is just as attractive. He’s smart and hilarious and his taste in music is second to none. You can not only sit and talk to him for hours, but you can also just hang out and watch a movie or he can lie next to you on your bed, scrolling through his phone while you read a book. You’re both just comfortable in each other’s company that you can spend hours together and it still feels like a new friendship. No, you don’t need to ruin that perfect friendship by sharing your feelings.
There’s a light tap at the door and it slowly opens to reveal Rook, sheepishly rubbing his neck. “Are you ok?” he asks, slowly striding across the room to sit beside you on the bed.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It was just getting a bit loud down there and I needed a break,” you lie through your teeth.
“So it had nothing to do with me kissing you on a dare?” Damn, he’s good.
Before you can say anything more, his lips are on yours again and you’re completely taken away. You gasp at his touch and he smiles against your lips. You melt into his touch almost immediately and he leads you up the bed until you’re lying on your back, your head resting comfortably on a pillow. His hands roam your body and you heat at his touch. He leads his lips from your lips, down your jawline and to your neck. He nips and sucks at your neck and you moan at the feelings of pleasure pooling between your thighs. He sucks hard on the spot just below your ear. Is he leaving a hickey? He follows the line of your neck until he reaches the swell of your breasts, predominant in your low-cut tee. He kisses gently at your cleavage. He pulls the fabric down so your right breast is exposed and he encapsulates your nipple in between his lips, sucking and licking at it until you’re squirming under his mouth. His hand slips up your skirt, between your thighs and rubs your slit gently.
“So wet,” he moans against your nipple.
He turns his attention to the other breast before finally running his mouth lower. He lifts your top so that your stomach is exposed and peppers your skin with kisses and nips. Once he reaches your naval, he runs his tongue towards the button of your skirt. He looks up at you and you nod with approval. He removes your skirt and panties and appraises your body with his eyes.
“So beautiful baby,” he coos and your insides turn to liquid.
Baby? Did he just call me that? You think to yourself but you don’t have long to dwell and his tongue runs down your slit and teases your hole. You almost buck yourself right off the bed. Rook hooks his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as he continues his assault against your most sensitive area. Without warning he dips a finger inside you and you cry out in pain. He immediately pulls back and sits up on his knees to look at you questioningly.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, concern clear on his face.
“Nothing, nothing. It’s just I’ve never been…fingered before,” you whisper the word like it’s dirty.
“Yeah but, you’ve had a guy in you before, so what’s the difference?” you don’t say anything, you stare at an invisible thread on your top. “Y/N, you’ve had sex before, right?” you can’t look at him as you shake your head with embarrassment. “Oh,” is all Rook says.
A tense silence settles over the two of you. You feel flustered and uncomfortable as the silence grows between you. You want to know what he’s thinking but you’re too scared to ask him so instead you just sit there and allow the noise from downstairs to drown it out. You don’t want to be the first one to say something because you don’t really know what to say to make the awkwardness go away. Rook takes the burden off you.
“I could be your first,” he whispers. You look up at him and he’s watching you intently.
“You…you would do that for me?” you ask, so shocked by the gesture that you almost throw yourself at him. In the back of your mind, a little voice is telling you that this is a bad idea but you push it down. Do now, think about consequences later.
“Of course I would, you’re my ride or die,” your heart flutters like it does every time he says that to you.
You know it means something completely different to him as it does to you but it still warms your insides just the same. You nod your head in agreement and Rook smiles at you.
“Lie down, baby,” he instructs you and you lie back.
He is between your legs again but this time he is using only his mouth and it is heaven. You haven’t really fooled around with guys because they usually want it to end the same way and you’ve just never been ready for that with anyone, besides Rook. At least with Rook, you know it with mean something, even if only to you. His tongue is flicking your swollen clit and you moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair. You tug and grind as he sucks on the bud of nerves. Your legs tremble as you feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach that you get when you use your fingers. Suddenly, you're seeing stars as an orgasm crashes over you. Rook's tongue stills as your thighs tighten around his head. You release him as you come down from your high. He stands and begins to strip his clothes, one article at a time.
You take the moment to allows your eyes to rake over his body. You never normally get to ogle at him so obviously so you make the most of it. You study the way his muscles move and contract as he lifts is t-shirt over his head to reveal abs and a defined V. He has a small trail of hair starting from his naval and disappears into his black briefs. You know pretty much every tattoo on his skin but they look different somehow. Maybe because you're not just catching random glimpses of them in Colson's pool. He catches you watching him and he grins at you.
"Like what you see, honey?" you nod your head and he chuckles.
He removes his briefs and your eyes nearly fall out of your head. He's big, bigger than you expected, and thick. If you weren't nervous about this before, you definitely are now that you know what is coming. It was shocking enough when he put a single finger inside you. He rests himself back between your leg and helps you remove your top. You feel self-conscious as his eyes rake over your body and your skin erupts into goose bumps as he trails a finger from your neck, down between the valley of your breasts, not stopping until he gets to your pubic bone.
"How have I never noticed how amazing your body is?" he asks in a serious tone. He looks up at your eyes and smiles and you bite your lip feeling like a goddess.
"Because you're blind," you joke with a laugh.
"Yeah, in more ways than one," he mutters under his breath.
You're fairly sure you weren't meant to hear that. He grabs his length and begins to rub himself up and down your entrance.
"I'm just lubricating myself to try and minimise the pain for you, ok?"
You nod and he continues, not realising that every time his rubs the head of his cock against your clit, your stomach flips with pleasure. He looks up at you through his lashes and your heart almost stops. He's so devastatingly handsome and you know this is going to hurt emotionally so much in the light of day. But for now, you just try and be in the moment.
"This is going to hurt, so you tell me to stop whenever you need, ok baby?" you nod and hold your breath. "Don't hold your breath, it makes it worse. Just breathe with me, ok?"
He leans down so that his chest is pressed up against your breasts and takes deliberate deep breaths so you can feel his movements. He begins to move and you cry out in pain as the unfamiliar pressure and tearing feeling. Your eyes water and you can't stop the sob that escapes your lips.
"Do you want me to stop, honey?" Rook asks with concern but his voice is strained. You shake your head and he continues to move.
He encapsulates your lips with his to try and catch each one of your cries of pain and help distract you. He takes deep breaths to remind you to breathe and it actually does help. Once he's completely inside of you, he stills his hips to allow you to get use to the feeling of being stretched.
"I…I think I'm ok now," you whisper in his ear.
He slowly pulls out of you and although it throbs, the pain is not nearly as bad. After a few slow movements, the pain has been replaced with pleasure and you start to moan and grind against Rook. You hook your thighs around his hips and wrap your arms around his body to hold him as close to you as possible. He places kisses all over your neck and across the top of your breasts as he quickens his pace, hitting your g-spot perfectly.
"So beautiful," he moans into your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.
You feel that knot in the pit of your stomach as he continues to hit that same delicious spot over and over again. You can't hold out any longer as the stars return.
"Rook!" you cry out as your climax hits you harder than it did the first time. Your body is trembling but Rook's hips don't slow as you come down from your high which makes the feeling so much better.
"Fuck, Y/N!" he cries out and he pulls out of you, spraying your stomach in his warm cum. He pants and collapses on top of you, catching his breath. "Wait here," he pants and climbs off you. He pulls on his jeans without his briefs and heads out the door, closing it softly behind him.
You lie there in your afterglow, completely high off the moment. You're not thinking about tomorrow. You're not thinking about how this is only going to make you want Rook more than ever. This moment right here, is enough.
Rook returns with a damp wash cloth and he wipes the tender area between your thighs as softly as possible. He cleans your stomach and assess the sheets.
"There's a bit of blood on the sheets so you'll have to hop off so I can change them. You should go pee, stops you from getting any infections. I probably should've warn a rubber."
You can't distinguish his feelings from his tone of voice. He almost sounds like a doctor or something. Just spurting off random facts without any emotion or concern. You put your clothes back on and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you're peeing, the thoughts you were trying to push away earlier have begun to creep in.
This was a mistake. He can't even look at me any more. He probably already regrets it. He knows virgins get attached to the first guy they sleep with. He was just committing to the moment. He didn't really mean it when he called me baby.
There's a gentle knock at the door and you're pulled out of your thoughts. You pull your underwear up and finish in the bathroom. You open the door and Rook is standing there, looking sheepish again and he rubs his neck.
"The bed is ready," he says and you're slightly confused but you nod anyway.
He leads you back to the bedroom and sure enough, there are fresh sheets on the bed. The old sheets are rolled into a ball in the corner and Rook tells you he'll wash them tomorrow before Colson can see them. You sit on the edge of the bed again and this time, instead of feeling awkward, you feel an overwhelming sense of grief. You're mourning the loss of the best friendship you've ever had and the feeling is just too much. Your eyes begin to well and tears finally spill.
"Hey honey, why are you crying?" Rook asks with concern, pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair.
"Because that's it. We're going to go back to just being friends and we won't talk about this and it will get awkward until eventually-"
"I don't want to go back to just being friends," he interrupts you. He pulls your head back so he can cups your cheeks between his large hands. "Sex is not always like that. That was…amazing. I know this might be hard for you to believe but that is the best I've ever had and it was because it was with you, someone I care about, someone I…love. I don't want to be just your first, I want to be your last."
Rook studies your face, trying to gauge your emotions. Your face breaks out into a huge smile and practically launch yourself at him, kissing him passionately. He chuckles against your lips as they assault him with kisses.
"Say it," he whines against your lips.
"First and last."
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Rook appreciation post because he is so underrated and so are his braids like he looks hot with and without them. I love him so much smh.
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does anyone know where the ROOKXX/JP CAPPELLETTY DADDY'S BUSY 18+ SMUT is...
searching for it...
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Unpopular opinion: I love rooks braids
#rookxx#mgk#machine gun kelly#est19xx#rook cappelletty#jp cappelletty#rook x reader#machine gun kelly x reader
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Mgk and Rookxx and reader
Kellz when to the club rookxx and reader stay home because rookxx was sick and reader wanted to take care of him
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Rook ❤️
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Good Enough To Eat
Pairing: Colson, Rook, Slim, Baze, Modsun, Travis Barker X Reader
Warnings/Tags: Gangbang, implied consent, all holes filled, Sacrelige, mentions of a foot fetish
a/n: This was much harder to write than I anticipated -- 6 dicks, 6 tongues, 12 hands (and dont even make me do the math on fingers) is a lot to keep track of , especially when they’re all on/in one body at once. Reader is written as not really being familiar with who they all out so you’ll see then more often referred to by description or known references to help you figure out who’s who. Names are only really mentioned when another character is saying them. Also please note Justin and Sophie weren’t around when I started this fic over a year ago , so that’s why they’re not included . Enjoy!
“…Happy birthday, Dear Rookie, happy birthday to you!” Six male voices clamor in celebration, as you lay on the table before them ; your nude body a flesh platter, serving up the freshest array of strategically placed sashimi and rolled sushi.
“Damn, that looks good enough to eat!” The shaggy blonde announces; his words dripping with inuendo.
“KELLS!” The man to his left warns.
“Oh, for Fucks sake Slim you know you were thinking it too.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t say it, cuz I’m polite like that.” Slim responds suppressing a laugh.
It’s not the first time you had a customer say something like that; and in your line of work, it certainly won’t be the last. This time it felt a bit different though— Usually it’s a group of middle aged business men with grey hair and overpriced suits making lewd remarks and trying to get handsy in lieu of using their chopsticks as they feasted off your body, but this time the suggestive nature of the gorgeous, young, heavily tattooed men’s words have you imagining them feasting on your body in other ways.
“Yo, Rook! Listen man I don’t give a shit if it’s your birthday, you ain’t sitting at the end of the table near her feet— g’ the fuck outta my seat!”
“All yours, Kells,” Rook laughs with an eyeroll getting up to switch seats with the tall blonde, knowing his friend's affinity for a pedicured pair.
“Perfect,” he smirks, taking his new seat as he admires your toes.
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“Aye, yo if none a y’all are gonna be brave enough to go for the last piece above her pussy—I’m calling dibs,” the blonde announces rising from seat, his lanky body towering over you before bending at the waist. He firmly plants his hands on the table; one on each side of your hips and dips his head. “It seems I’ve forgot my chopsticks,” he states, looking up at you through his pale blonde lashes. “and it’s rude to eat with your hands,” he dips his head lower, his mouth just centimeters away from where you were picturing it earlier.
Using his tongue as a scoop, he lifts a small chunk of raw Salmon into his mouth; the decorative leaf placed under it for hygienic purposes is the only barrier between his tongue and where you want it most. He barely has to chew the soft raw fish — it’s so fresh—before swallowing it down.
“Best bite yet,” he licks his lips seductively. “Say, sweet girl— you wouldn’t happen to have any dessert for us tonight, would you? He glides a finger along the seam of where your two bare thighs meet.
His crew and friends shift awkwardly in their seats, beginning to worry the self-proclaimed ‘wild boy’ is taking things too far when,suddenly they take notice of how the blondes touch has your legs spreading easier than butter on warm toast.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore,” he smirks before removing the three strategically placed leaves and last of your modesty.
He takes your breasts in his hands, groping them as his mouth descends a trail of open mouth kisses down your naked torso. His friends watch in awe as Kells hands and mouth travel lower, his blonde head settling between your thighs. He licks one long languid stripe up your soaked slit before pausing.
“Silly me, where are my manners?” He wipes at his mouth . “Birthday boy always gets the first piece of cake.” He motions to Rook with a smirk.
Rook stands, his pants already tented as he makes his way over to between your thighs. He plucks an elastic from his wrist and quickly secures his braids back— and fuck, he’s even more gorgeous now without the braids obstructing the view of his ever changing hazel/green eyes and sexy dimples. He wraps his arms around your legs and grips your thighs with calloused hands swiftly pulling you to the edge of the table. You let out a surprised squeak at his actions, causing him to smirk as he places a series of kisses descending down your inner thighs before pausing to marvel at your wetness. Using his middle and ring finger he gathers your arousal and brings it to his lips, sucking the sweet elixir from his fingertips. He hums to himself enjoying the way you taste before diving in fully; those same two fingers plunging into you, and his mouth engulfing your clit. It feels like heaven as he slurps and sucks at it and you can tell he’s a man with a lot of experience under his belt — typical rockstar. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the gang shows off their experience as well, swarming your naked body like ants at a picnic.
A expedition of hungry hands roam over the swell of your breasts and descend down your body to the valley between your thighs. In a state of arousal you allow them to use you as they want; touch, grab, taste and take turns with you as they please— everything a blur of euphoria.
Last you knew the birthday boy was working his magic between your thighs, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure , but now as they briefly flicker open a vision of the Virgin Mary begins to come into focus and for a moment you think perhaps you died and went to heaven—- it certainly feels that way. It’s not until your eyes fully focus you realize the image is inked upon the bald head of the man devouring you now. The absolute irony of the religious imagery being present during such an unholy act just turns you on even more— just another layer of taboo. The next thing you know it’s as if Jesus himself is hovering over you, long light brown hair dusting across your bare breasts as his cock moves insides you. Your words seem to match your thoughts and you cry out “Jesus Christ!” in a fit of pleasure as the long-haired man repeatedly slams into your G-spot.
“Someone give her something to shut her mouth up” the biblical-looking figure orders.
In an instant you felt a slippery tongue push in past your lips, the sweet taste of Shirley Temples still lingering on the green haired man’s taste buds. For a brief moment as his tongue fights against your own you find yourself wondering about his story— about how long he’s been sober. You noticed he hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol all night despite it being paraded in front of him, the boys downing shot after shot. Your thoughts are interrupted by the man still inside of you.
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, Mod” he jokes “Slim, show him how it’s done!”
The salty flesh of a hard cock quickly replaces the sweet tongue that occupied your mouth. Standing above you he reaches down pinching both your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, giving them a series of tugs as he forces his cock down your throat. You notice his hands are much softer and less calloused than the other hands that are roaming and fondling your body, and you figure he must play a much more delicate instrument than the others, which is ironic given he’s being anything but with you.
It’s not long before there’s so much going on and you're completely drunk off pleasure that you can no longer even keep track of who’s mouth, who’s hands, who’s fingers and who’s cock, is where. All you know is you’ve came at least three times, you’ve been folded into every position possible , and every orifice is deliciously sore and well used. But your ass might just be the sorest of all, having been the blonde ring leader's favorite most of the evening; his huge cock stretching it and filling it so well. You wonder how much more your body can take and how much longer the men can possibly last, but truth be told, this is by far the best night you’ve ever had on the job and you never want it to end .
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it's spooky season, bitches
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Here to answer your pleas!
❝ i've seen the way you look at her/him/them, if she/he/they is/are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate. ❞
with Rook being insecure about Y/N hanging with other male friend's?
Rook knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that Y/N would never string him along intentionally. She was as straight-forward as a person could get. But he couldn't shake off his trust issues, his jealousy, his lack of self-worth. And the closer Y/N grew to Colson and the other guys, the worse Rook felt. It had all come to a head tonight, and Y/N was staring at Rook, dumbfounded at the words he'd just spoken: "I've seen the way you look at Kells. If he's the one, then leave. Be with your true soulmate."
"J-JP," Y/N said, her eyes widening slightly. "Wh-what are you talking. about?"
Rook tore his tattooed fingers through his hair and huffed in frustration. He turned around and walked to the window, looking out over the city. Between shows, the crew was staying at a hotel, so far from home. Maybe that was part of the reason Rook was so on edge.
Rook jumped slightly when he felt hands slide over his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck lightly. He felt Y/N tremble against him, heard the tightness of her voice when she spoke. "P-please don't leave me, John. You're the only one I want."
Rook took a deep breath, drumming his fingers restlessly on the windowsill. "Y/N...just be honest with me," he said quietly. He was used to girls choosing Colson over him. Rook was shorter. Younger. Quieter. Less talented. Less attractive, in his opinion. But this one hurt. Y/N was the first girl he'd ever truly loved.
"I am being honest with you. Why are you doing this?" Y/N's voice broke on the last word and she cried quietly against his back. "I don't want Colson. I want you!"
Rook's heart broke a little. As upset as he was, Y/N was everything to him, and hearing her cry pained him. He turned around and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Embarrassingly, he felt tears fill his eyes, too. Y/N sniffled and cried. into his neck, clinging to him.
Could Rook really have been imagining things? Was he taking this too far? He knew that sometimes he overreacted, but was this one of those times? He couldn't take it if Y/N really did want Colson.
"JP?" Y/N asked quietly.
"Yeah?" Rook croaked.
"If I didn't want to be with you," she said, "I wouldn't be. I would never string you along, baby. I think you know that."
Rook did. But sometimes, his brain tried to trick him.
"I don't want Colson," she said quietly. "He's great, but he isn't you. He isn't the man I love, John."
Rook pulled back from the embrace and studied Y/N's face. She looked so sincere, her bright eyes watery, tears brimming against her lower lids.
Rook brought his hands up to cup her face. "I'm giving you this chance," he croaked. "If you want to leave, tell me now."
Y/N was quiet, her own hands coming up to cup Rook's face. "I don't want to leave," she said, never once breaking eye contact. "I love you, JP. No one else." She shook her head to drive home the point.
Rook let out a shaky breath and hung his head. "I'm so sorry," he said miserably. "I don't know why I get so jealous and worked up."
Y/N smiled softly and tipped his head up. "It's kinda cute," she teased.
"Shut up," Rook said, unable to bite back his grin.
"There's my favorite smile," Y/N said softly. She bit her lip and stepped closer to Rook, pressing her lips to his. "I love you, JP," she murmured against his lips.
"I love you, too," Rook whispered, curling his hands tightly around Y/N's waist to bring her in for another kiss. Relief coursed through him as he relaxed. Y/N was his. She didn't want anyone else. I'm so lucky, he thought as he drew her closer to him, content to kiss her until he could no longer breathe.
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Uhhh.. Rook?..
Anyone got any ideas what this means? Should I be worried 🙃
@triplexdoublex @blxxdyvalentine19xx @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @draculakells @i-think-i-did-it-again
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That jawline will be the death of me.
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jp playing chess, call that rook cappelletty
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