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The Tour V
Warning: swearing, smut
This day is shit. Actually shit is an understatement for how the day is. You know you look like complete and utter crap the next day but you don’t care. Everyone stays away from you, including Colson, and to be perfectly honest with yourself, it was fucking lonely. You know that everyone is pretty wrapped up in the tour and therefore doesn’t have a whole lot of spare time to deal with your personal existential crisis but you were pretty disappointed that when everyone returned from interviews and publicity appearances, no one ventured into your room to talk. You’re still not even sure how Colson got into your room last night and it’s eating you alive.
You get a text from Ashleigh around 5:30, informing you that everyone is heading out to dinner at 6 and if you feel up to joining. You don’t even get a chance to respond before Rook comes blinding into your room.
“Seriously, how is everyone doing that?!” you screech as you rush for a pair of pants to throw on.
“Doing what?” he asks with a goofy grin and an eye roll at your reaction.
“Getting into my room without me letting them?” you kick him off your bed with a shove which just makes him roll his eyes again but he saunters over to the sofa.
“Ashleigh gets extras of everyone’s room keys in case we lose them and get locked out of our room or if we slept through our alarm.”
Wait, so Ashleigh knows Colson came in last night?
The thought terrifies you because you can’t really think of a reason as to why Colson would need to come into your room at 2am. What did he tell her to get the key without her asking questions? If there’s one thing you know about him, it’s that he’s not one for answering questions he doesn’t want to.
Or for sticking around after sex.
“What the hell is going on in that brain of yours?” Rook looks seriously concerned as he watches you stand in the middle of the room.
“I…”
You’re desperate to say the words out loud. To tell someone so you don’t feel completely alone and lost in your feelings but you’re conflicted. Rook is not only your best friend but Colson’s too. You don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position but you worry that you may suffocate trying to keep this to yourself.
“Colson and I had sex last night and then he took off when I went to use the bathroom without so much as a thank you.”
Rook’s face drops and his skin pales. He sits there staring at you for what feels like forever. He closes his mouth and opens it so many times he genuinely looks like a fish. You need him to say something, anything!
“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” he growls, jumping to his feet and striding to the door. You quickly jump in front of him, blocking him from the door.
“No, please don’t do anything!” you beg but Rook has that murderous look in his eyes that makes you nervous.
“Get the fuck out of my way Y/N!”
“Rook,” your bottom lip quivers and his face softens slightly.
“Aw honey.”
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, desperately trying to comfort you. Rook hates when you cry because it happens so rarely, he’s always unsure of how to go about it. He pulls you towards your bed and you sit next to him while he rubs circles on your back. You tell him everything. About the couch, the kiss, him coming to your room. Once you start talking it’s like word vomit. You tell him how conflicted you are, how you’re stuck between wanting to wring his neck and runaway to lick your wounds, alone.
“Has he said anything about why he’s been in such a shitty mood lately?” Rook finally says after a few moments of silence.
“That’s your takeaway from everything I just told you?” you’re completely dumbfounded and your tone conveys that clearly.
“I’m sorry it’s just you’re the first person he’s properly spent any time with in months, I thought maybe it would come up.”
“Yeah in between orgasms he told me his biggest, darkest secrets and we bonded while he braided my hair.”
“Ok, point taken! And don’t ever mention your orgasms to me again.”
You roll your eyes because sometimes you think Rook forgets you’re a woman who has sex. To him, it’s like picturing your little sister having sex. A knock on the door interrupts your banter and you stand to answer it. You’re surprised to find Colson on the other side, looking at his feet and you peer over your shoulder to see Rook visibly tense.
“Are you coming to dinner?” Colson asks, still not looking at you. You can feel the glare Rook is shooting at him because it’s boring into your back.
“I…I don’t know, I’m not that hungry.”
“Listen Y/N,” Colson finally looks up and spots Rook over your shoulder. “Oh, hey man. I didn’t know you were in here.”
“I came to get her for dinner,” Rook’s voice is tight, like he’s barely managing to keep himself calm.
You look between the two of them, feeling the tension building in your chest as they stare at each other. Neither of them makes any attempt to lighten the mood and the atmosphere is physically suffocating you. You have to remind yourself to breathe and you let out a breath you were holding. Rook’s eyes twitch to your face before looking back at Colson, daggers in his eyes.
“Couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut for at least 24 hours, huh?” Colson shoots his own daggers at you and your stomach drops.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” Rook is across the room and in Colson’s face in seconds.
Even though Rook is a head shorter than Colson, he could definitely hold his own in a fight. You step between the two of them, both their chests rising and falling against your shoulders as you squeeze your way into the small space they allow. Rook relaxes as you stand between them as you knew he would. He would never put you in harm's way and getting in a punch on with you so close would do exactly that.
“I’m not hungry,” you mumble to no one in particular just as Baze and Slim come to your door.
“Jesus, what the fuck is going on in here?” Baze jokes but when no one laughs, he scratches the back of his neck nervously.
“I’m not coming to dinner,” you answer him as Rook moves away. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to stay with you and be a good friend but he’s torn because you’re sure he’s starving. “You go Rook, order a big steak for me.”
“Pfft, not like you could afford one,” Colson mutters under his breath.
Slim, Baze and Rook’s mouths all drop open. That was below the belt, even for him, especially in front of everyone. Rook looks like he wants to beat the shit out of him and Baze and Slim look like they want to hold Colson down so he can get as many hits in as possible. You square your shoulders and lift your head high as you look directly at Colson.
“Ooo, pointing out my lack of funds, real original asshole. At least if I had money, I wouldn’t waste it on alcohol, drugs and hookers. Unlike some people, I don’t need to pay to have others in my company. I get it all for free.” you punctuate each word so what you’re saying really sinks in for him.
Yeah all these people are my friends because they want to be, not because I pay their salary.
“Fuck you,” he spits at you before turning on his heels and heading back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
After your big blow up with Colson, everyone pretty much scrambled as soon as he left. Rook gave you one last hug before heading with the guys to dinner. You were completely fuming at what he’d said. Why is the money thing such a big deal to him? Is he pissed that you’re making money off him by simply being on the tour as his personal babysitter? Maybe it bothers him that the record label felt the need to hire you to keep him on track. It is kind of insulting considering he’s a grown man.
You decide it’s driving you insane just sitting around your hotel room so you decide to get ready for the concert earlier than planned. The cars aren’t leaving until 8 for a start time of 9:30 but you decide you might head to the restaurant everyone else is at for a drink. You hop in a boiling hot shower, washing your hair and shaving your legs twice to help drain some time. As you look down at your bruised breasts, your mind drifts to Colson and his lips on your skin. You hadn’t noticed until you were undressing for your shower that his fingers had left bruises on your hips from when he held you down as he ate you out. Your nipples harden at the thought and you have to push the images away.
Be mad at him.
When you get out of the shower, you blowdry your hair and run the straightener over it. You go heavier than usual on your makeup but it always makes you feel more confident when you’re all dolled up and you don’t want Colson to see how much he affects you. You wrap the towel around your body as you step out of the bathroom to pick your outfit. You stop dead when you spot a shirtless Colson lying on your bed, arms behind his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. A cigarette hangs from his pink lips and your insides quiver.
“Why the fuck does everyone keep inviting themselves into my room?” you spit at him.
He doesn’t look at you and you fold your arms over your chest, pushing your tits up a little. His eyes zero in on that movement and you suddenly feel very self-conscious that there’s nothing but a towel between your body and his eyes.
“Only sluts wear red lipstick,” he muses, staring at your chest and your face heats with embarrassment. You square your shoulders and think of a quick retort.
“As I remember, I wasn’t exactly a saint in that bed last night.” His jaw twitches and you see a flicker of lust cross his face as he looks at you again.
Hmm interesting.
“Pretty sure I remember you moaning my name as I came all over your dick, begging me to call you daddy.”
He growls and swings his legs over the bed to face you. You stroll over to him, hips swinging, tits bouncing with every step. His hands are clenched so tight that you can see nothing but white on his knuckles. His eyes are large as he stares at you, lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling as you stand in front of him, his face directly at chest height. You see him inhale deeply and his eyes flutter. You’re enjoying this game you’re playing with him way too much to stop, even though you know you should.
“Left all those marks on my tits and my hips so I’d remember exactly who I spent the night with. Exactly who ate my pussy so well that I creamed all over his face, like the slutty sinner I am, right daddy?”
A mix between a guttural moan and a snarl erupts from his throat and his lips are on yours, slamming you against the wall. He strips the towel from your body, throwing it behind him. He presses his body to yours, rubbing his hard cock against your bare pussy. You moan into his mouth, the friction heaven on your dripping pussy. As much as you’re enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against the wall, you want to be in control. You put your hand in the centre of his chest and push with force. He stumbles back, falling back on the bed with a thump. Before he can react you’re on him, straddling him. You grind your hips down so you’re rubbing over his growing erection. You flick his jeans open, pulling his briefs down just enough to release his cock. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him. He’s so large in your hand, you’re suddenly intimidated.
How the hell did that fit last night?
You drop to your knees, licking the purple head tasting his precum. He moans your name as you swirl your tongue around. The thick veins in his dick throb as you tease him. You lick underneath from the base to the tip and back down. You take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks to create a deep suction. The top half of Colson’s body reels up and he stares down at you between his legs, wrapping your hair around his hand and pushing you down. You gag but push deeper until you can feel him down your throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he whines as you bob your head up and down, creating a comfortable pace that has him panting and swearing.
You want to stop. A loud voice in your head is screaming at you to stop. The game you started has taken a completely different turn and you don’t know if you can bring yourself to follow through. The throb in your pussy is begging you to satisfy her but your ego is desperate to teach Colson a lesson. Right as he’s on the edge, the precipice just within reach as you continue to work him with your hand and your mouth, red lipstick smearing his cock, you pull away. You stand, dabbing around your mouth to clean away your saliva and fix your lipstick.
“I should probably get dressed,” you smile down at him sweetly, licking your lips to be cruel.
“What the fuck?” he exclaims and the look in his eyes is pure murder. “You’re just going to leave me throbbing for you like this?” that sentences makes your pussy quiver with desire but you tell her to calm the fuck down.
“Why give you something for free?” you call over your shoulder and disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
Take that motherfucker.
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I’m not sure on how I feel about this one, but I’m posting it anways 😅🤞
Feedback is welcome - Hate is not ✨💕
“My Best Friend, My Girlfriend, My Everything”
Colson Baker x Female Reader
Warnings - Slight angst, fluffy ending 💕
Prompts used: Credit goes to all original owners -
1. "How drunk are you?" "V...Very." "Drunk enough not to remember tonight? "Hmm." "Good. I love you. And I'm tired of being just your best friend."
2. "He will never know that I like him." "Why?" "Because I'm just one of the million stars, and he's the moon.
3. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you.
4. "Wow those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes... Of course I'm being sarcastic! Get over here and let me stitch you up!"
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Most would think that traveling with an international superstar who also happened to be your lifelong best friend, would mean hitting the jackpot in life. But realistically after a month stuck surrounded by testosterone in such close quarters with a bunch of men who often act like overgrown toddlers , you can’t help but begin to feel like a glorified babysitter. You suppose it doesn’t help that you also happen to be ridiculously in love with said best friend.
After one particular show, you found yourself back on the tour bus while the others went out to celebrate another successful show.
Just because you were Colson’s friend, didn’t mean that you didn’t have your part to play. You liked to feel useful so you took up a part time role, sharing managerial duties with Ashley. This time you found yourself working with Sam to provide visual content for the fans and ensure that Colson’s schedule was running smoothly.
When the quietness you’d been experiencing over the last couple of hours suddenly ends, You couldn’t help but internally roll your eyes. climbing out of your bunk you go to see what all the commotion was about.
You enter the main sitting space and your mouth swings open in shock. In front of you Colson’s face was caked in blood and his clothes were stained with the same substance Rook was laughing hysterically at him and Slim had a smirk on his face, which he attempts to cover when he sees the look on your face.
“What in the actual hell happened here?!” You exclaim.
“Y/N helloooooo”
Colson rushes over to try and embrace you but you hold him at arms length, not wanting to get covered in his blood.
“Look at this, how cool does this look!” He says giddily, jumping around like an overgrown puppy, trying to show the jagged cut that seems to run down his forehead.
“Oh yeah really cool, those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes.”
Colson looks at you with glassy eyes and a slightly confused expression on his face and a pout on this face.
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“Yes, of course I am being sarcastic! Get in there and let me stitch you up!” You shout out in frustration and worry. You leave him alone for one night and this happens!
Grabbing his hand you force yourself and his tall frame into the tiny bathroom cubicle, with the first aid kit under the sink.
Colson collapses down onto the toilet seat as you begin to clean his face.
He winces softly as you clean around the wound and begin to apply the temporary stitches.
“How did this even happen anyways?” You ask him as he fiddles with the loose threads on your jumper.
“Rook said I couldn’t do parkour over a car, so obviously I had to prove him wrong” he mumbles, the amounts of alcohol he had consumed during the night finally catching up with him.
You couldn’t help but sport a small smile on your face, because of course it was something just so stupid.
Once you were satisfied with your work, you pack away the first aid kit and attempt to pull him up but Colson just pulls you down easily onto his lap and wraps his long arms around your frame.
“You are that best person I know Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you as my friend”
How drunk are you?" You whisper as you lean against his chest.
“V...Very."
"Drunk enough not to remember tonight?” You asked curious.
Normally Colson’s memory no matter what he drinks is top tier.
"Hmm yeah, probably” he answers, resting his head on your shoulder.
At that response and the fact that you didn’t want him falling asleep in the tiniest toilet possible you stand up and grab is hand once more. He doesn’t protest when you lead him to the back of the bus to where his bedroom is.
He throws his weight into the bed and watch him crawl under the covers.
“Night Kells” you whisper and go to exit the room to head back to your own bunk.
Before you can make it through the sliding door, your best friend speaks up, his voice raspy and slightly needy.
“Stay with me?”
You hesitate at first, not really knowing If you could handle being that close to him for the entire night. Your heart was already beating twice as fast as it should, but you aren’t really great at denying Colson. You never was. So when a cracked, “please” leaves his mouth, you cave and climb under the covers with him.
It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim him but the same doesn’t happen for you. You’ve lost count of how many times you and Colson have shared a bed over the years but where he sees friendship, recently you’ve been struggling to stop the lines from blurring.
Colson wraps you up in his arms subconsciously, like he’s done so many times before, yet this time you find yourself frozen as you stare softy at his peaceful sleeping face.
“I love you Colson Baker. I love you and I'm tired of being just your best friend."
A tear escapes your eye, letting it fall, you wait for what feels forever for sleep to fall over you.
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The next morning you are up and out of Colson’s room before he awakens and do your best to avoid him and any awkward conversations that the day might entail. You weren’t exactly to ready to find out if he remembered his night.
No one really picks up on your behaviour and you think you made it through the day perfectly, before Ashley corners you backstage at soundcheck.
“You like him don’t you? In fact it’s more than that … you are in love with him”
Knowing that you can’t hide the truth from your friend, you look her in the eye and give her a sad smile.
“He can never know that I like him."
"Why?" Ash questions you.
"Because I'm just one of million stars, and he's the moon, he deserves so much better that me”
You slightly cruse the tears that begin falling once more and do your best to wipe them without ruining your make up.
Ash gives you a soft smile and shakes her head.
“I’ve seen the say that boy looks at you. You may think he’s the moon but he looks at you like you’re the one holding his entire world. Last night should have been enough evidence! It was you he wanted to patch him up, it was you he wanted attention from and it you he wanted to hold. It’s always you. It’s not about what you can give him or what he can give you, it’s simply about the love that you share and the happiness you provide each other. He doesn’t want to be Mr international superstar with you. He just wants to be Colson, your Colson.”
After her little speech, Ashley leaves you alone as you try and process her words. But you weren’t alone for long as a voice behind you startles you.
“She’s right you know.”
You gasp and turn to fave the voice you knew all too well.
“Colson! What the hell?!”
“She’s right” he repeats.
“Right about what exactly?”
“You might think I’m the moon, but you are my whole world. You are more than just a star, so, so much more.”
“Colson…” you close your eyes, unsure on if you want to have this conversation, but realistically you knew there was no escape.
Colson stalks forward, invading your personal space and holds your chin in his fingers so that you are holding direct eye contact with each other.
“I heard you last night… your confession. I wasn’t really asleep and frankly I’m surprised I remembered this morning. In all honesty i was going to pretend until you felt ready to have the conversation but after hearing what you said to Ashley, well I couldn’t pretend anymore. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you. I can’t believe it took stupid dare inflicted injury and a single moment in a tour bus bathroom for everything to fall into place”
With shaky hands, your fingers touched the small wound on his head and caressed it lightly.
Not trusting your voice, you whisper out a quick response, “I’m so happy it did”.
Colson takes that as cue to plant a kiss on you, a moment you felt as if you could live in forever, before he pulls away to look at you.
“I’ll love, protect and cherish you, forever. My best friend, my girlfriend, my everything.”
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Afterwards || MGK scenario
¬Colson meets a fan backstage.
Pairing->f!reader x colson baker
Word count-> 2.0k
cw. fluff, some deep convo, fan service, mentions of suicide, swearing.
The noise was unreal. You still couldn't belive you finally made it to kells' concert. It had been an odissey to get enough money to afford the plane and concert tickets, at some points you even wondered if it was worth it. However being here made you have no doubt--It was absolutely worth it.
"Thank you beautiful people for coming today," he practically yelled into the mic, his bright pink hair dripping drops of sweat."I'm afraid this will be the last song of the night."
The crowd sobbed loudly, but the sad atmosphere was quickly replaced with the festival of cords that was the beginning of WWIII. To you it felt like Colson was flying around, his instense energy being contagious to every single fan that was singing along the extravagant lyrics. Everyone was jumping and laughing like one big, jolly being.
Eventually the song was over, and everyone was ready to go back home, but Kells was thinking otherwise.
"Before y'all go back home, the crew and I have one more thing." you looked around just to see excited faces."We've decided to gift a V.I.P meet n' greet behind the scenes to three random people;"
He stepped aside and signaled to the big screens around him, which started showing pink explosions and sparkling silver and black dashes. Then, a series of numbers started to appear—it was ticket numbers.
Your heart was pounding fast, and you could feel the adrenaline pouring through your entire self. You knew it was beyond highly unlikely your number would appear on that screen, yet you couldn’t help but hope…
The first couple of numbers had already been announced, meaning there was only one left. One opportunity to meet Colson left. You knew it wasn’t gonna be you, but even being aware of it didn’t prepare you for the disappointment of realizing the third and final ticket number belonged to the person right next to you. The screen showed the number 118, while your number was 117.
You scowled silently. What a drag. At least i got to enjoy myself for a few hours was all you could say to yourself to make you feel better. You looked to your right, expecting to see the lady excited out of her mind, but she looked quite neutral. Thinking it was odd, you continued gathering your stuff to go back home.
“Excuse me.” You felt a slight pat on your shoulder along with the sound of a voice getting lost in the background noise. You turned around. “I can’t really attend the backstage thingie, I promised the sitter I’d be back home early. Would you like to go instead?”
To say you couldn’t believe your ears would be an understatement. “Sorry?” You said in shock. The lady looking back at you seemed to be in her late 30s, short brown hair and kind eyes. She giggled.
“I realize it’s weird, but I really can’t stay any longer. If you can’t accept it there’s no problem, I’ll just ask someone else.”
But before she finished the sentence you interrupted with frantic nodding. “I’ll take it! It was just so unexpected! Are you really sure?”
“I’m really sure I can’t afford a different sitter right now,” she smiled honestly. “So yea.”
She offered you her ticket and you took it, hesitant. And there it was, the winning ticket—or one of them anyway—in your hands. You felt on top of the world.
“You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much.” You said while smiling as well, and she just brushed it off.
“Never meet your idols is something I’ve always firmly believed anyways. Have a good time!” After saying that she quickly left.
It took you a while to get it together. The whole situation felt crazy to say the least. You just knew your friends were gonna be so jealous (in a nice way) and eager to hear the whole thing. They simply were not gonna believe this!
You made your way to the backstage entrance, where a bodyguard and some other staff members were to make sure everything went smoothly. The other two people in front of you, who you assumed were the other winners, seemed to be really excited as well.
One of the staff members explained that each of us would have approximately ten minutes with Colson, in the order the winners were announced. They also gave you some merch, which you naturally loved. You immediately put on a little rubber band around your wrist that came in the carefully organized package.
After some time, it was finally your turn. You were so excited the waiting felt like a blink. The bodyguard walked you through a hallway with a bunch of doors on either side, until finally you reached one that had a piece of paper sticked to it. “MACHINE GUN KELLY”
Your heart immediately skipped a bit, you couldn’t believe you were actually going to meet MGK. Machine Gun Kelly. Colson Freaking Baker. You inhaled some air hoping it would calm you down—of course it didn’t—and the bodyguard opened the door.
There he was. A smoky blunt on one hand and his phone on the other. He wasn’t really sweaty anymore, and his hair was a mess yet his face looked so calm. His see-through shirt revealed his contoured torso full of tattoos. You knew he was tall but seeing him in person for the very first time... he seemed taller than anyone could ever be. Just the arch of his nose and piercing eyes made you feel like oxygen wasn’t so necessary anymore-
“You don’t have to stand all the way there,” his raspy voice took you out of the trance in a heartbeat, which made you a little shy due to your awkward demeanor. “C’mere”
Once again hesitantly you walked a little closer to him, who was no longer leaning against the wall nor unaware of your presence. Colson was standing up—god he got even taller-- and looking at you in a curious manner. “What’s your name?”
You whispered the answer, unable to look into his eyes for longer periods of time than twenty seconds each. He giggled, amused.
“You’re not very talkative, are you?” Now it was your turn to giggle. For some reason his unpreoccupied remark eased you into the moment. “Sorry,” you sighed “college didn’t teach me anything on how to talk to someone like you.”
He walked closer to you and sat in a nearby chair. “Woah, someone like me? And here I thought we're getting along.”
You laughed out loud again and he smiled in return and inhaled the blunt resting between his fingers. Now you were starting to feel actually comfortable.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” You hugged yourself while walking a little closer as well. “I meant someone so famous and admirable. We’re just very different.”
He appeared to think about it for a second and then signaled to a chair close to his with his almost fully smoked blunt, indicating you should sit down.
“I don’t think we’re that different, you and I.” He stated firmly, looking right into your eyes. You could feel your ears burning a bit, but naturally decided to just ignore it.
“We are very, very different…” you began right after you sat on the chair but stopped mid-sentence because you weren’t sure about how to adress him, which he somehow seemed to notice.
“Call me whatever, I literally don’t care.” Usually that sentence would’ve sounded harsh due to its very nature, but coming out of his mouth it didn’t make you feel any of those things. He meant it, he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Is Colson alright?” He nodded while inhaling the last puff out of his blunt. "ye's fine."
You could feel once again the air filling up with awkwardness, but you weren't gonna let it. It's not every day you get to have a one-on-one conversation with THE Machine Gun Kelly.
"Tell me something about you."You spat before you could think twice about it. He frowned, unsure of what you meant."Tell me something you'd like me to know about you. Something I shouldn't know, or something you've never said to anyone. Tell me something about you." You stared right into his cerulean gaze."Anything."
He laughed outloud, strong peals of laughter filling the room. You wondered how come this was better than all the songs he performed at the concert--the sound of his laugh."What's so funny?"
"You were so shy like a second ago and now you're asking shit like that." He pointed, still slightly smiling. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I do." You quickly replied, simply. "It's not every day a girl gets to be face to face with the one and only MGK."
Colson's smile became a mere smirk. You could tell he was thinking what could he possibly tell you.
"I make music for myself" he spat suddenly ", not for the fans. For me. The fact that they---you like it is just a plus. It's what helps me sleep at nights."
When you asked him to give you something you certainly weren’t expecting something half as deep as that.
"I guess we never really think you celebrities have demons as bad as that... not for real, anyway. Thanks for sharing that with me, you obviously didn't have to."
"Well, there's not much of a point. Not like we'll be meeting again." As he said this, the realization came down to you. You were not meeting again. You felt your heart irrationally sink.
"Still I appreciate i-" his raspy voice interrupted you before she could finish the sentence.
"Your turn."
"Sorry?"
"Your turn. Tell me some spicy shit about you, something not many people know."
Your mind went blank. Something about you no one knows? You were a rather private person so there were a bunch of things people didn't know, but which to pick? He shared a deep one so it was only fair and right for you to do the same.
"I love when it rains at night." His square-ish smile welcomed the statement.
"Dude, how is that deep?" You breathed in as you took long blinking.
"I was going to kill myself. It was like midnight or something, I had the pills ready and I was lying on my bedroom floor. There's a big skylight on the ceiling, you know? I was about to take them when suddenly it started raining." He wasn't really smiling anymore."And that made me smile. I like night time, and I like it when it rains, so together it's like... I don't know. I love it. And I realized if i did it, i was not going to be able to see the nightsky while it's raining, hear the drops of rain against the buildings and the ground. Nor would I smile again.”
"Now that is deep." He walked towards a metalic table and poured two glasses of what seemed to be gin. He then walked toward you and offered you one."I guess we’re not so different after all… Cheers to that."
You took it while smiling, mumbling "cheers to that, indeed" as your glasses clinked.
"Why did you tell me that?" He asked after taking a few sips. You shrugged and took another sip, looking up into his blue irises and feeling yourself getting lost in them.
"You said so yourself, it's not like we'll ever meet again. Might as well do some trauma dumping." You both laughed at the joke---self-deprecating humor is something you could instantly say you had in common.
"I like you, y/n. We might actually have to meet again." Your heart skipped a bit as he said that. Had you heard right? You somehow managed to keep your cool.
"Why? You just said we were never meeting again." You sighed. "I hope it's not pitty because of what I just told you."
"It ain't. You just peaked my interest. No one'd managed to do that for a while." He stared right into your eyes as he said that. Made you shiver.
"So we meet and what?" You asked, your heart running inside your chest.
"And we have a drink, what the fuck else?"
"Isn't there some rule that forbids you from doing shit like that, anyway?"You asked, genuinely curious.
"Ain't rules meant to be broken?" He answered and smirked before walking to the table once again and refilling his glass. He looked at you and softly swung the bottle in your direction, silently offering, but you shook your nead no since you hadn't finished the previous serving. "So what do you say? Tomorrow midnight at your favorite club?"
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no control
Colson x Reader
Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), swearing
Synopsis: In which you want Colson to give up control for once.
Requested? Yes! "Hi could you write some smut where Colson gives up control for the night and the reader makes him lose his mind because he feels so good😭"
If there was one thing you knew about Colson, it was that he liked being in control.
Not even just sexually. He needed control over everything in his life: his career, his friendships, the way people spoke and thought about him. And when he couldn’t get that control, he would get frustrated.
You and Colson hooked up pretty often. You weren’t exclusive by any means. Just some fun here and there whenever one or both of you were feeling horny. Because you weren’t in a relationship, he didn’t have control over you, but he did in the bedroom. And usually, you were more than happy to give that up.
You loved struggling to walk after an encounter with Colson, or the way the skin on your ass stung from his handprints. The way your hips or thighs or breasts would feel tender from his teeth and fingers. The occasional burn on your wrists from handcuffs or rope. You couldn’t deny that you loved it all.
But sometimes, you wanted to take control, to see what Colson would be like if he finally gave up control, even for just a night.
Colson had called, sounding frustrated and emotional, and you’d invited him over. He sulked into your place the second you opened the door, hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head. He stalked right to your bedroom and you followed behind, brow furrowed in concern. “Kells,” you said.
He tossed himself onto your bed, his back to you, and your frown deepened as you climbed onto the bed, raising a hand to touch him but then letting it fall. “Kells,” you repeated. “You okay?”
He rolled over then, looking up at you, and his jaw twitched as his hands found your hips, pulling you to straddle him. He lifted his upper body so his hand could grasp the back of your head, and then he pulled your lips to his, kissing you hard. You couldn’t help the little moan that fell from your lips as your mouths collided, and you allowed him to pull you down with him.
Suddenly, a burst of confidence flashed through you, and you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. Then, you nipped at his bottom lip and he grunted, using his free hand to push your shoulder so the kiss would break. He frowned at you and tugged his wrist free. You frowned, too, then grabbed both of his wrists, and pinned them to the bed, hard.
“What are you doing?” he muttered, yanking his hands free and flipping you onto your back. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you, staring down into your eyes.
“I want to take control for once,” you snapped, surprised by the bite your tone held. Colson blinked, looking a little confused. “You always take control. Give it up. Just this once.”
“I don’t want to,” Colson muttered, pressing your hips into the bed.
“Why not?” you bit back. “What are you so scared of?”
“Shut up, Y/N,” Colson mumbled, jaw twitching. He refused to meet your eyes.
“No really,” you said, sitting up. “What are you so scared of, Colson?”
His shoulders slumped and his face reddened with anger. It was a little scary, but you weren’t really afraid of him. “I have to be in control,” he said tightly.
“Why?” you pushed.
“Because I have to!” Colson roared, a vein popping out in his neck. He huffed, then buried his face in his hands. He was breathing hard and you put your hand to his shoulder.
“Colson, no you don’t,” you said, voice much gentler. “You can trust me, baby. Please. Just let me take care of you for once.”
Colson’s hard breathing began to slow, gradually, and finally, he removed his hands from his face. He looked a bit wrecked, but he was listening. “Please, Kells?” you asked quietly. Colson was silent for a long moment, and then, finally, he nodded.
Your first move was pulling his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. “Get on your back,” you insisted, and he followed the direction. You straddled him again, and this time, you were a bit more gentle when you pushed his wrists into the bed. He fought back just a little, but when you gently shushed him, his muscles relaxed. He was silent as he watched you, and that’s when it hit you: he really was scared. Scared to lose control. Scared to let someone else control him.
You leaned down, brushing your lips over his ear. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Cols,” you murmured, kissing beneath his ear. He drew in a breath. “I promise, baby. You can trust me.” Colson’s heart pounded hard against your chest and you moved your lips to his, kissing him slowly. Long, languid, drawn out kisses that had him sighing when you pulled away. You could feel him start to relax beneath you, even if just slightly.
You broke the kiss to move slowly down his body. His eyes never left you once as you dragged your lips slowly over his neck, then his chest, and finally, his stomach. Your teeth gently grazed his hip bone and he sucked in a breath. You could see where his sweatpants were straining against his erection, and you smirked just a little at the reminder that you were the one to cause that. This man, whom everyone wanted, was turned on by you.
He lifted his hips as you tugged his sweatpants down, leaving him only in his tight boxer briefs, which were made even tighter by his hard dick. Colson was tense, mouth clamped shut as you eyed him in his boxers, and then you brought your hand to his cock and squeezed. His eyelashes fluttered and he let out a soft grunt, but his mouth stayed closed. Slowly, you stroked your hand up the length of him, which caused his thighs to tense.
It had been a while since you two had been together, and despite the fact that you weren’t exclusive, you were pretty sure Colson hadn’t hooked up with anyone else in your absence. As his breathing grew labored, your suspicions were confirmed. He was way too sensitive to have been with someone else recently.
You took your time with him, enjoying the rigid length concealed in the tight fabric, twitching and throbbing as your hand moved faster. You were sure Colson wanted you to take off his boxers and put his cock in your mouth, in your lubed hand, somewhere else, but he was staying silent. You wanted him to beg for more.
You got off the bed and Colson watched your every move as you took down your leggings and straddled him again. You pressed the underside of his cock right to your pussy and ground forward, which finally loosed a moan from his lips. He clamped his mouth shut again, eyelashes fluttering as he breathed deeply through his nose. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his neck as you continued to grind on him, your pace speeding up as his breathing did.
Suddenly, his eyes closed tightly and he made a little, strained noise as his hands clenched into the sheets. You’d never seen him like this before, and it encouraged you to move faster, to keep grinding on his dick, providing just enough friction to tease him. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he looked almost panicked, but then, a gasp caught in his throat as his mouth dropped open. His hands went to your ass and squeezed hard as his hips twitched up. His skin flushed pink and his head fell backwards as an almost pained moan fell from his lips, and his hips jerked against yours. A quick glance down revealed a spot spreading in the front of his boxers. Holy shit, you thought. I just made him come without even taking his boxers off.
Colson trembled, shuddering as his body relaxed beneath you. His eyes remained closed and his cheeks remained pink. He was embarrassed, and it was honestly kind of cute. You pressed a kiss to his swollen lips, and finally, he opened his eyes. His breathing slowed as you held eye contact with him, and he looked unsure at first, but slowly seemed to relax.
“Hey,” you murmured. “That was hot.” Colson flinched, ever so slightly, and you shook your head. “I mean it. You have me so wet, Col.”
Colson’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Let me feel you,” he croaked, finally letting his voice out. You scooted your hips back just a little so Colson’s hand could cup you over your panties. The heel of his hand rubbed against your clit and you whimpered softly. Grinding on him, making him come like that, it had you ridiculously turned on. Colson’s eyes held yours as his hand descended into your panties, and his breath hitched when he found the slickness between your legs. “Holy shit,” he breathed, pulling his hand away and examining his glistening fingers.
“Think you can go again?” you asked sweetly, and he nodded as he tugged down his boxers. Sure enough, his dick was either still hard or already hard again. “Good. I want you to get behind me, and then, don’t move.” Colson did as he was told as you got to your feet and stripped out of the rest of your clothes. Then, you climbed back onto the bed, getting on your hands and knees.
You looked back over your shoulder at Colson, whose eyes were glued to your ass until he realized you were looking at him. Then, his baby blues found your eyes. “Be a good boy and stay still,” you told him. He swallowed hard and his eyes flew back down as you slowly moved your hips back, sliding his hard cock inside of you slowly and with total ease. Colson’s brow furrowed and groaned deeply, hands curling around your hips. He started to thrust forward and you clenched around him, tightening your ass so he couldn’t move you forward. “What did I just say?” you asked. Colson blinked at you and nodded.
You stayed there for a long few moments, your ass pressed to his hips as you held him still inside of you. You knew it was driving him crazy, but still you waited. Until, finally – “Please!” he blurted.
“Please, what?” you asked.
“Please, Y/N, move, fuck me, just, mm. Please!” You were surprised at the desperation in his voice, and at his willingness to continue to give up control. You bit your lip and moved forward before slamming back onto him. He cried out, hips stuttering as you finally started to move. You kept it slow so you could feel every hard inch of him sliding in and out of you, and because you knew it drove him crazy. “Uhh, fuck, pleasepleaseplease,” he babbled, and you knew you finally had him. He was all yours.
You started to move faster, finally giving him what he craved, and a raspy, relieved moan fell from him. You glanced over your shoulder at him as you moved, and god, you’d never seen him so hot. Mouth dropped open, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut as you moved. The power you had over him only made you wetter.
You pulled off him and his eyes opened. “On your back,” you said, and he scrambled to do as he was told. You straddled his hips and held his cock at your entrance, taking him in inch by inch, painfully slow. Your thighs trembled as you took him to the hilt, and then you began to roll your hips. Your hands splayed on his chest and you bit your lip hard as waves of pleasure rippled up and down your spine.
“God, you feel so good like this,” you managed, circling your hips for a moment before continuing to fuck yourself onto him. Colson was biting his lip so hard that he was sure to draw blood if he didn’t stop. “Come on, Cols, let me hear you,” you encouraged. “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Just want to make you feel good.”
Colson wasn’t much of a talker in bed unless it was dirty talk. He wasn’t one to verbally acknowledge his own pleasure other than a few curses here and there. You wanted desperately to hear him, to know how good you were making him feel. You knew it was hard for him to let go, but you wanted it so badly.
“Uhh, god, Y/N,” he gasped. His voice trembled. “That feels s-so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” you responded, rolling your hips down harder.
“Fuck, don’t stop, please,” he begged, writhing beneath you a little. He threw his head back, reveling in the pleasure, and you leaned forward to kiss his neck. His hands found your ass and squeezed, but he wasn’t moving you, just holding onto you.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” you encouraged him, your own hips jerking a little at the new angle, at the delicious pressure on your clit. “Fuck, Colson,” you gasped.
“You fuck me so good,” he moaned. “God, I’m getting close…”
“Me too,” you whined, pushing up again. You wanted to watch his face when he finally let go. And you wanted to come together. You pressed your hand between your two bodies, fingers finding your clit. You whimpered and threw your head back in pleasure as your thighs started to tense and heat built in your stomach.
“Oh shit,” Colson gritted. “I-I’m gonna come, baby-”
“Wait for me,” you pleaded. “Cols, please!”
“Fuck it,” Colson muttered, shoving your hand out of the way so he could touch your clit instead, and suddenly, it was too much. Your pleasure spilled over as orgasm crashed into you so hard that the cry that left your mouth was totally out of your own control. And as you came, you could feel Colson coming, too, pressing his hips up into you as he moaned, louder than you’d ever heard him. You did your best to keep moving on him, helping him ride it out, watching his face as he fell apart.
Finally, you slumped over him, your head on his shoulder. Colson’s arms tightened around you, holding you so tightly that his arms began to shake. You slid your arms around his neck and held him equally as close, not wanting to pull away. Neither of you did for a very long time, even as his dick started to soften inside of you. Finally, reluctantly, you pulled back and hurried to the bathroom to clean up.
When you returned, Colson was cleaning himself off, too, tossing tissues into the trash can. His eyes found you as you left the bathroom, and he looked timid, something you’d never seen before from this cocky man. “Hey,” you said quietly as you crossed the room to where he sat.
“Hey,” he murmured, hands going to your waist as you stood at the side of the bed, bracketing yourself between his legs. He looked up at you and you held his face, leaning down to kiss him softly.
“You okay?” you asked against his lips and he nodded.
“Thank you for that,” he murmured.
“For what?” you asked, pulling back slightly.
“For helping me give up control,” he said shyly. You just smiled and kissed him again before pushing him backwards onto the bed. You snuggled up beside him and the two of you fell asleep together, feeling safe and content.
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Machine Gun Kelly
How to Navigate:
❤ Heart = Fluff
★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic
⬥ Diamond = My Favorite
Quit ❤
Coffee ❤ ⬥
Short ❤
Shower ❤ ⬥
Vacation ❤
Ball / Walk ❤
5 + 1: Kiss ❤
Drawing ❤
Graduation ❤
Summer ❤
Ex’s Best Friend ❤
Hold Me ❤
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Cockblock
Pairing: Colson X Reader
Warnings/tags: public sex, getting caught, mentions of anal , Colson’s making inappropriate sexual remarks to the female principal
A/N: This is a highschool AU both of you are 18. This based off a dream and my own past wild days, except I never got caught 🙈
“Jesus!” Your best friend Shawnie gasped, caught off guard when she opened the girls restroom door only to find you and Colson going at it like rabbits on the bathroom counter. Colson was leaned against the edge,practically sitting on it due to his height, your backside pressed into his lap with the rear of your skirt flipped up. “Do you two ever stop?” Shawnie asked, checking her makeup in the mirror, completely unphased after the initial shock of walking in on the two of you having sex. “Couldn’t even bother to use the stall?”
“Nope” Colson briefly paused sucking on the side of your neck to answer her bluntly, continuing to pull your hips back against him. “Needed her now.”
“I swear it’s almost like you two want to be caught, AGAIN!”
It was well known around school that you and Colson fucked and fooled around every chance you got. Your classmates have all seen your not-so-discreet hand movements under the desk when you and Colson would pair up for projects, they’ve watched as his hand disappeared down the front of your leggings on the back of the bus, they’ve heard your hushed pleasure filled cries of “‘Colson!” coming from the janitors closet. And who could forget the time the school blabbermouth caught you two having anal sex under the bleachers at the football game, — you still haven’t lived that one down. The story spread like wildfire throughout the building, even making it back to Mrs. Jackie, the school principal. Of course she had no actual proof, besides the rumors she heard swirling about, so she couldn’t take any real disciplinary action, besides a stern warning and a speaking to. But just a few weeks later she caught you both with your pants down— literally — in the courtyard at lunch, resulting in a three day in school suspension and a call home.
“Honestly, we really don’t give a fuck if we do get caught. Ain’t that right, baby?” He licked a stripe up your neck and slid one of his hands under the front of your skirt to play with your clit as you both got closer.
“You guys are insane!” Shawnie exclaimed as she finished the final touch ups of her make up. “Didn’t they call home last time? Your parents must have flipped!”
“I’m a latch key kid, with an alcoholic father. You think he gave a fuck.” Colson answered back.
“I know your moms super strick, Y/N. She couldn’t have been too happy with you.” Shawnie prompted.
“Turns out I can do a pretty convincing impression of my mom's voice,” You covered up a moan with a laugh. “ Thank god for Caller ID, and thank god Mrs. Jackie waited until after school to call home.”
Shawnie was starting to say something else when Colson interrupted her —“ Aye, listen either you you shut up and join, or fuck off and let us finish!?”
“Point taken.” Shawnie said, tossing her makeup into her purse with an eye roll and heading towards the door when suddenly it flew open. “Mrs. Jackie!” Shawnie gasped aloud trying to give you and Colson some kind of warning but it was too late.
“Baker!, Y/N!” Mrs. Jackie scolded. “As soon as I found out you were both missing from your third period classes , I knew you were up to no good!”
“No, it’s GOOD,trust me!” Colson retorted with a smirk, not giving a single fuck as he pulled your hips back against him again.
Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Colson, Mrs. Jackie turned her attention to you. “Y/N, step away from Mr. Baker … My office now! Both of you are getting a two week suspension!”
“Damn, can’t you at least let us finish first!” Colson pushed his luck.
“NOW!” Mrs. Jackie reiterated!
You begrudgingly stepped forward,letting Colson slip out of you, and smoothed your skirt down over your backside. Colson was less descreit, talking his sweet time and making sure Mrs. Jackie got a good look before putting away his massive dick.
“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed before turning around and heading out the bathroom with both of you in tow.
“What’s a matter , Mrs. Jackie? Bigger than your husbands, ain’t it ?” Colson taunted inappropriately.
“One more word Mr. Baker, and it’s gonna be an expulsion for you!”
“Cockblock.”
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Bad Things
(All We Have: Part Four)
Part One: Home
Part Two: 5:3666
Part Three: Lately
Colson x Female Reader
Summary: Colson's daughter Casie has come to stay with you, your growing feelings get ever more confusing...
Word count: 1,600+
Feels: confusion, emerging feelings
Warnings: Pure cheese
Companion playlist:
Machine Gun Kelly - Bad Things
Years and Years - Eyes Shut
Sam Smith - Not In That Way
Selena Gomez - Bad Liar
A/N: It's been a long time since I've written anything because life is insanely busy and my mental health hasn't had me feeling creative. But I'm sick again and stuck at home, so I've been going through some fic notes. I've broken this section into two bits, so the other one will come soon. Need to dig out my old phone with all my notes. Hope this isn't too sloppy as I've just banged it out based on my old notes. Hopefully I'll manage to make myself time to write more. Thanks for all the continued love comments for my writing, it's so appreciated 😘 Thanks to @i-think-i-did-it-again @hollywoodxwhore @triplexdoublex for inspiring me to get back into it with you amazing fics!
If you want to watch the instagram live I used for the inspo for this, you can watch it here
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Colson is in the living room, his phone propped up on the table as he films an instagram live of him and Casie. “Ladies and gentleman, a coco-nut. Comment if you love coco-nuts. Screwdriver coming in hot, lets go”
They’ve got the coconuts she insisted on trying and are trying to figure out how to open it. They argue in an endearing back and forth over how to do it, Casie insisting she knows best
“No Dad, you’re not supposed to do it that”
“Okay you try your way first but I guarantee my way will work. Ladies and gentleman the opening of a coconut, please don’t damage your beautiful hands” he fusses over her
“What did I tell you Dad”
“Wait, are you joking? They should have told us this years ago. Let me try my dad strength. Ay yo, Y/N can you get us a hammer?”
You laugh as Casie shouts “Nooo” and puts her head in her hands. You’ve been sent in and out of the room several times now at both their demands, for cups, screwdrivers and now a hammer. You love how excitable they get around each other, it’s infectious to watch.
Casie is bubbling with energy, she drops the coconut onto the table “Can we get some Ramen noodles?” Colson laughs at her fast switch of topics and picks up the coconut himself, stabbing it with the screwdriver “Yeah I know a fire ramen place we can order from”
He looks up at the screen and sees her dancing while still sitting next to him, he puts the coconut down himself and picks up his phone to angle it toward her
“Okay, we’re doing this now…Show me how to do your tiktok dance”
“Hard” he says watching her then looking over at you, seeing you mirror the dance back at Casie “You can do this too? That’s a lot for me, I think you got it though. Show me two two three” You stand up and start dancing with Casie, and Colson sings the tune with you as he moves the camera to show Casie in full length, but halfway through you get your legs muddled up and Casie starts laughing at you “We had this Y/N, you’re doing it wrong now”
“Yeah I think she got it but you don’t” he says, sticking his tongue out at you as you lean over and gently smack him across the head playfully “Too much pressure with an audience”
"Who’s that in the background?” Colson mumbles reading the comments on the live “That’s Y/N, one of my old school homies. Say hi Y/N” he says, switching to his back camera to show you. “Don’t!” you say, ducking away as Casie laughs
“Yeah, you don’t see her much, she’s shy. Is she my girl?” he chuckles reading another comment “I’m his girl” Casie says, bringing her face to the camera
“They mean, like, in a different way Case, like my girlfriend” he laughs, bashfully
“Ohhhh, I see, I see. Well, she coooooould beeeee…” Casie jokes, making kissing noises
“That’s my daughter peeps, starting rumours right here. Look what you did now…” he laughs again, as Casie leans in reading all the comments
Oh my god, Y/N and Colson!/You guys would be so cute together/Ahhh stop, really?!/I can’t, too cute!/Colson and his girls!/How did we not know this?!/I KNEW IT!/Always thought you should be with Y/N/
Colson leans back from the camera and says to you “Literally every comment is asking about us now” he turns back to the camera “Guys, no, Casie is winding y’all up hard. Me and Y/N are just friends, it’s not like that” He leans forward again, smiling and quietly chuckling as he says “No seriously guys, it’s not a thing…Dammit Case” laughing as he turns towards her
Casie’s attention drifts back to the coconut and Colson’s quickly follows as he sets his phone down again to carry on recording the two of them on the live. You head back into the kitchen, a little relieved he was distracted and didn’t see your reaction to him making a show of telling everyone you were ‘just friends’. Your heart sank… It was only a brief moment, you caught yourself as soon as it happened, but it did happen. Your mind was running a mile a minute…What is going on, why were you feeling like this all of a sudden… Maybe quarantine was getting to you, there’s a few of you in the house, but the majority of your time was spent with Colson with you both being night owls. Maybe it was messing with your head, this whole being disconnected from real life stuff. It’s Colson, it ISN’T like that, just like he said. Am I out of my head, out of my mind? If he only knew…Why do I feel like bad things will come of this…
Your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Colson shouting ‘ay yo, Y/N come look at this, you ever seen the inside of a coconut, its kinda fire’
You’ve just walked back into room and you're standing next to Colson when Casie shouts “Y/N we need forks!” As you turn to go get them, Colson leans over from the sofa and wraps his long arms around your legs keeping you in place “No, no we don’t, we’re in the wild here, let’s make it work!” he laughs loudly, jokily arguing back with Casie as she demands you listen to her instead.
You’re normally used to being caught in between the chaotic banter or father and daughter, but your head is feeling like mush now these new confusing feelings and you’re not saying much or getting involved, hyper aware of the fact he’s filming. You’re not in shot but everyone can see him leaning over, his arms around you.
Casie leans in to the phone, reading some of the comments from the fans watching the live
“Uh oh, everyone’s talking about you guys again…” She mumbles as she reads out loud “bring Y/N on camera…stop hiding Y/N…we can see you cuddling”
Colson looks up at you when he feels you pull away from him slightly, he can see you’re not responding for some reason, you’re just looking at Casie reading out loud. He squints slightly and quickly releases your legs, positioning himself back next to Casie. You turn and leave the room, your throat feeling tight. What the fuck…
You fill the kettle up and put it on the stove, turning the gas on before leaning on the counter, your head propped up in your hand as you zone out. Staring into space, you don’t even notice the kettle whistling a few minutes later. You snap back into reality when you hear Colson’s voice behind you “Um, I think it’s boiled..?” he chuckles lightly, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other ruffling his messy blonde hair
“Shit yeah….I was miles away there” you shake your head, taking the kettle off the hob. Colson walks over and turns the gas off, he puts his hand on your back between your shoulders and you almost flinch “Hey….you okay?” he says, leaning forward to get a look at your face. “Oh yeah, of course, I’m fine” you blurt out.
He studies you as you get some mugs out of the cupboard, “Okay cool” he says, sounding unconvinced “Thought maybe you were wigging out over what people were saying on the live…” Fucks sake, why is he so perceptive “I know you don’t like getting too much attention like that, so I shouldn’t ha-...”
You cut him off “Honestly, it’s fine, I’m fine” you plaster a smile on your face as you turn to him. In one swift movement he pulls you towards him and wraps his long arms around you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his chest. It’s a confusing response to what you just said and you stiffen slightly in his arms at first, but his hugs have always been soothing and you find yourself relaxing into him, taking in his scent. He doesn’t let go. It feels like this hug has been going on for too long now, it feels weird, you’re enjoying it in a different sort of way, maybe enjoying it too much. You want to pull away, your head is saying MOVE, PULL AWAY, END IT, but instead you press your head into his chest a little harder. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead and all of a sudden you want to cry. Noo, what is this…
The moment is interrupted as you hear quick footsteps followed by Casie’s voice floating towards you as she moves through from the other room “Hey, where are you guys…”
Colson gently pushes you back from his chest, looking down at you, but you’re looking past him at Casie standing still in the doorway
"Wait, ARE you boyfriend and girlfriend? You just said no" she says, an eyebrow raised.
You both protest, pulling back from your hug and you make a theatrical show of pushing his head away with your hand “urgh, no way, not this dork”
Casie shrugs and you feel the tension break "Okay, okay" she says, sounding just like her dad “I’m just asking, you guys sure do hug a lot. Can we order dinner? I still want noodles” You avoid Colson’s gaze, he’s been watching you this entire time, as you follow Casie back out of the room to get your phone to order food.
Colson remains where he is, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he stares over at the empty doorway you and Casie just walked through. After a minute he lets out a deep sigh as he brings his hand to his face and rubs it along his jawline. He’s deep in thought, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown when he hears Casie calling him from the other room….
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The Tour XII
Warning: swearing, drinking, smut, angst
You’re not sure if it’s out of annoyance or he genuinely wants to but as soon as Colson strides back into the green room, he suggests we all go out and get shit faced. Everyone jumps at the idea and begins discussing places to go, who to invite, what time to go. You listen to the hum of conversation around you, enjoying the fact that no one knows Colson was on his knees half an hour ago. The thought makes your pussy pulse and you cross your legs tightly. Ashleigh and Sophie begin planning outfits and deciding what to do for their makeup and hair. Sophie insists on glamming you up for the occasion as there will definitely be paparazzi and people in the club taking photos. You reluctantly agree and the three of you head back to the hotel to get ready.
“So how did you end up in my clothes after the concert tonight?” Sophie asks as she finishes curling your hair. You look at her face in the reflection of the mirror and instantly blush.
“I spilt something on my clothes,” you mutter, looking away from her to sip your homemade cocktail.
“I call bullshit,” Ashleigh calls from the bedroom behind you. As much as you hate their prying, you love that they both know you well enough to tell when you’re lying.
“Ok but swear to me that you won’t say anything, ok?” you beg with pleading eyes.
Ashleigh is suddenly in the bathroom beside Sophie when you turn on your chair to speak. You don’t really know where to start but you figure you should probably start from the beginning, considering neither of them know the full extent of what the fuck has been going on with Colson and you. You take a deep, steadying breath, square your shoulders and look up at your two best friends.
“Colson and I have been hooking up secretly since the start of the tour,” you don’t wait for them to react before quickly continuing. “When I asked that we put some rules in place, he was a dick, we stopped and I thought that was the end of it. Then he went and made it all confusing by being an asshole to Chase, storming into my hotel room when clearly we went in there to be alone. What made it even more confusing was the fact that he went and apologised for all his shitty behaviour.”
“Classic Kells, act first and think second,” Ashleigh shakes her head with a sigh. You couldn’t possibly agree with her more.
“Yeah well, I made it worse by accepting his apology because he seemed to believe that meant we could go back to hooking up but I shut him down.”
“And how did he take that?” Sophie gives you an all knowing smile and you sink back into your seat with shame.
“You saw how he took it. I ended up making out with him on the bus, remember?” they nod, remembering exactly what you’re talking about because they both walked in on said make out with Rook. “I just didn’t want to get sucked in anymore so I thought that if I forced him to leave me alone, things would go back to normal eventually but instead, I just made things worse.”
“Hey, you can’t blame yourself for this whole thing. Kells is just as much involved as you are except he knows how to put on an act. The fact that he’s choosing not to is more a reflection on him than it is on you,” Ashleigh reassures you but somehow you can’t seem to see things the way she does. Your sole purpose for being here is to keep him in check and you’re failing miserably, according to Francis and Kathy anyway.
You stand up and push your way past them to the clothes Sophie has laid out on the bed for you. It’s not your usual style but you know you have to trust the process when it comes to her choices. Most of the time what she picks out works in your favour but you have to push through the initial shock to see it. This time is no exception.
Laid on the bed is a tight fitting black long sleeve top with a turtleneck, a faux leather skirt with a silver zipper running up the front and black satin thigh high boots. If anyone else suggested this outfit to you, you’d laugh in their face but for some reason when Sophie does, you go with it without question. Still, you grimace internally at the short length of the skirt.
“You still didn’t answer my question though,” Sophie sits you on the bed to start on fixing your makeup now that your hair is done.
“I forgot what the question was,” you lie and you know you don’t fool either of them. Sophie raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow at you and you buckle. “I got wet when I stepped into Colson’s shower and he…ate me out.” you blush a bright red and focus on looking anywhere but at the two of them.
“You are a fucking queen,” Sophie praises you and Ashleigh cheers.
“To a fucking queen!” Ash toasts, raising her solo cup in the air and throwing the entire contents back in one gulp.
They drop the topic after that. You’re not sure if it’s because they sense your discomfort or because they want to maintain your privacy or both but you’re grateful. As much as you love your best friends, you’ve never really been the kiss and tell kind of person, especially when you’re not even really sure what to classify Colson and you at the moment. It feels wrong to be sharing every gory detail, even if they are his friends too.
When your makeup is done, you’ve almost finished an entire bottle of wine and you’ve put the intimidating outfit on, it’s time to meet the guys in the lobby. Ashleigh snaps a few pics of the three of you in the elevator for Instagram and you’re actually really starting to like how the outfit looks on you. When you step into the lobby and all the guys catcall you, you like the outfit even more.
You look around and notice that Colson is missing but Rook assures the group that he’s on his way down. When the elevator dings and Colson steps out, your heart stutters in your chest. Even though you’re trying so hard to be indifferent to him, you can’t help but be flawed every time you see him. His bleach blonde hair, his angular jaw and sharp cheekbones, the way his eyes flicker different shades depending on the lighting of the room, his pink lips always set in a slight pout, the way his nose ring catches in the light. The thing that stands out to you the most though, is his intimidating height. When he walks into a room, everyone knows it because he stands at least a foot taller than most people. There’s something about his tall stature that makes you want to forget your inhibitions and climb him like a tree.
“Let’s fucking party,” he grins at the guys and begins walking through the lobby.
You try your best to stand off to the side and out of his line of sight but Sophie and Ashleigh link their arms with you and drag you with them, making damn sure they get his attention in the process. You can’t help but enjoy the way his eyes bulge slightly as he takes you in. You also like the way you notice him adjusting his dick uncomfortably without drawing any attention to what he’s doing but you know.
There’s a couple of black vans waiting for you all outside. Sophie, Asleigh and you all pile into one of the vans, letting the guys work out who is going in each one. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when Colson climbs into the same van as you but they tamper down when he pushes his way to the back, away from you. Ashleigh doesn’t allow you to dwell on it for too long, dragging you into a conversation about the club.
Why the fuck is she dressed like that?
Colson’s already pent up frustration is at a boiling point as he studies your smooth thigh from the back of the van. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you left him high and hard after the concert, now you have to go teasing him with your curves, breasts on full display in your tight top and sexy legs all exposed in your short skirt. Not to mention those boots. He’d pay a lot of money to have you in his room in just those boots. Rook is so invested in what he’s saying that he doesn’t even notice you’ve barely said a word and you’re grateful. This is going to be a long fucking night.
Colson peels his eyes away from you when the van comes to a stop and he can finally free himself. The smell of your perfume is filling his senses and it’s intoxicating enough that he’s not sure he can control himself. When he steps out of the van, he’s immediately greeted by the flash of cameras. A couple of bouncers from the club push their way through and escort you past the paparazzi. Colson has to resist the urge to turn around and make sure you’re ok. He knows that Rook will be standing on one side of you to protect you from the bodies trying to push their way towards you all, holding you to his side.
Lucky bastard.
When you all get into the club a manager with too much cologne and greasy hair directs everyone straight to a VIP section in the back. It sits on a raised platform that gives just enough leverage to see the dancefloor but not so much that it looks like a stage for everyone to gawk at. The lighting is slightly darker in the space, creating shadows in the corners of the couches for privacy. Colson immediately orders a shit ton of drinks, wanting to make sure he’s completely numb so he doesn’t think about you. Easier said than done if you weren’t three feet from him and looking like sex on legs.
When did I start fucking pining?
This was completely new territory for him. He was used to having women throw themselves at him so when you came along and said ‘thanks but no thanks’ it flipped everything upside down for him and he didn’t like it. He was always in control, he didn’t like giving that up for anybody. For you though, maybe he could make an exception.
You loved this club! The music was a mix of all your favourite artists and the DJ didn’t feel the need to constantly interrupt the tracks but talking over the lyrics with dumb catchphrases or shit singing. The dance floor was crowded but not suffocating and there didn’t appear to be many creepy men trying to grind up on unsuspecting women. Colson had ordered several rounds of shots and you were buzzed. You dragged Sophie to the dancefloor and you were so busy enjoying yourself, you barely even felt the pain in your feet from the heels. You’re sure the alcohol probably helped with that.
You were surprised that even the guys decided to join you all on the dance floor but it was entertaining watching Rook and Colson dance some ridiculous ‘routine’ they’d obviously come up with years ago. They adjusted the tempo to each song but the moves were still the same. A lot more shimming than you’re used to seeing two grown men do but entertaining nonetheless.
When an RnB track begins and the beat slows, your own dance moves change. You go from jumping around to grinding and swaying your hips to the beat. You don’t resist when Colson moves closer to you, you like feeling his chest against your arm. You let the music take you. You turn your body so that you’re facing him, winding an arm behind his neck. He presses himself to you and you can feel his arousal through his tight pants. You both sway to the music, his hands on your hips determining your movements. You turn so your ass is right against his crotch. You grind so hard against him, you’re practically dry humping him in the middle of the club. His face is buried in your neck and you can feel the vibration every time he moans.
You’re enjoying yourself way too much but as quickly as it begins, the song changes and a boppy pop song begins to play. You pull yourself away from Colson and return to dancing with Ashleigh and Sophie, Baze and Slim exchange a look but you ignore that. Colson’s glare is so intense, you’re pretty sure he’s plotting your death but you couldn’t care less.
You’re drunk enough that you’re happy but not so drunk you’re going to be sick. It’s a fun balance that you’re not mad about. When you stumble into the silent lobby with Rook, the two of you are in such loud fits of laughter that the night manager shushes you from behind the desk. You giggle an apology to him and all the others scold the two of you. Colson trails behind the group like a sad puppy but you don’t really notice.
You make it to your floor and everyone piles out, mumbling good nights to each other as you each stop at your respective doors.
You’re the last one in the hallway because you’re searching through your clutch for your room key with one eye closed, at least you think you’re alone. Colson grips your wrist and drags you into his room, slamming the door behind him.
“What do I have to do to get you to let me fuck you?!” he growls angrily and you stumble back from the volume of his voice.
“I…” you start but you don’t really know how to end the sentence so you stop to think for a moment. An idea dawns on you and you grin evilly. “Beg,” you whisper seductively.
“W-what?” Colson is staring at you like you’ve grown a second head.
“You heard me, I want you to beg for me to fuck you, right here, right now.”
You’re practically purring in his ear now. Your tongue flicks his earlobe every now again for emphasis. You can tell it’s bringing him to his knees as he sways again. Sweet, innocent you commanding devilish him to beg for your affections? Unheard of.
“Please baby, I need you,” he whines and you smile against his neck.
“What do you need?” you kiss his jawline.
“Your…dripping wet pussy on my throbbing cock while you scream my name.”
You didn’t expect something so dirty to come out of his mouth and you can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks. You’d think after reading so many dirty novels that you could control your reactions but you know that there is a huge difference between reading a fictional character and actually listening to a living, breathing guy saying it. Especially when it’s a guy like Colson and especially when he’s saying those things about you.
“Demanding thing aren’t you?” you tease him with a tight smile.
If he knew how much you were throbbing for him, your control would be revoked and you’d be putty in his hands. You trail your fingertips down his chest and he watches the path they lead to the hem of his t-shirt. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was panting with anticipation. You want to tease him but the aching between your legs is begging you to stop being so damn cruel to her. When you lift his top and scrape your nails over his ‘Almost Famous’ tattoo, he all but falls to his knees in front of you.
“Please?” Colson whispers against the shell of your ear and you know exactly what he wants.
You cup his growing erection in the palm of your hand and gently rub against his jeans. He lets out a shuddering breath and throws his head back, resting himself against the door. You watch as he all but crumbles in front of you. A mixture of pleasure and relief plastered across his face but then anguish. You pull your hand back and cup it against your chest protectively.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” you mutter and step away from him, he follows you though.
“No, please don’t stop,” he’s begging you again but this time, you’re not enjoying it.
Your vagina is cursing you out but you tune her out. Every time you try to get some distance between you and Colson, he follows. You end up jumping across the bed so that he can’t follow you. You hold up your hand to halt him and even in the dim light from the lamp, you can see the hurt in his eyes. You know you’re being cruel and confusing but you can’t help it. You have questions you need answered and half drunk and horny Colson is the only one that will give them to you.
“What is this?” you wave a hand between the two of you and he groans.
“Why do you women need everything defined?” he scrubs his hands over his face and sits on the floor with a huff. “Just enjoy the goddamn moment and be grateful.”
“Grateful for you? I don’t fucking think so.” for the second time tonight, Colson looks at you like you’ve grown a second head.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Who’d be grateful for a selfish, moody, cruel man like you? One minute you’re warm and gentle and the next you’re giving everyone that ‘fuck off’ attitude you’ve perfected and not talking to anyone for days. You’ve made Ashleigh’s life a living hell over the last few months and you could care less,” he winces but you’re not finished. “One of your oldest friends in the world and all you’ve done is be an asshole to her for no good reason.”
“Fuck you! Just because you don’t know the reason, doesn’t mean it’s not a good one,” he spits at you and you step back like he’s pushed you.
“Ok, fine then. What’s the perfectly justified reason for why you’ve been such an asshole to everyone? Why have you been drinking, screwing and snorting your way to an early grave no matter who it hurts?”
“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!” he screams and jumps to his feet.
You’ve seen Colson get mad, hell you’ve seen him in fights with actual punches and blood, but this mad is so different. He practically morphes into a new person before your eyes and it terrifies you. You try to not show it but you can tell by the way he tries to calm himself that he notices your fear.
“I…I never thought I’d be the guy whose happiness depends on another person but when she left, I couldn’t shut the voices up.”
By ‘she’, you can only assume he’s referring to his ex fiance Megan who left him for her ex-husband and to be honest, he’d made it seem like the whole thing didn’t bother him. No one was stupid enough to believe him but given that he pretty much jumped back into single life and didn’t start acting out until 12 months after their break up, everyone assumed the two were unrelated. You should’ve known better and you feel guilty that you didn’t.
“I thought you didn’t care,” you whisper but then you smack yourself for saying something so dumb.
“To be honest, I didn’t. We hadn’t been happy for a long time and I was relieved when she ended things. The anxiety started when I asked myself one question ‘why wasn’t she happy with me?’ and then ‘what’s wrong with me?’. It just played on some already pretty strong insecurities.”
It made sense. You’d gone through enough break ups to know that even if it’s the most amicable break up in the history of break ups, you always end up asking yourself those exact same questions and sometimes the unknown will eat you up inside. You have this uncontrollable thought that you’re the problem, that one particular thing you did, what it was you’ll never know, pushed that person to stop loving you. Makes them realise you’re not right for them, not good enough for them, not desirable enough for them. If you don’t have strong-will and a little bit of self-confidence and esteem, the thoughts become all consuming and you never open yourself up to anyone ever again.
“There were other issues that already existed so I’m not blaming everything on that but I thought if I pushed people away, I could at least minimise the damage.”
“What were the other things?” you ask before you can stop yourself and judging by the look on his face, you don’t want to know the answer.
“You,” he whispers and your breath stills.
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“His Night”
MGK x Female Reader
Warnings - Angst, mentions of mental illness and anxiety but fluffy ending. 💕
Prompts used - Credit goes to original creators :
1) “Wait don’t pull away … not yet”
2) it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”
3) “I didn’t ruin tonight did I?”
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You can’t help but smile fondly at your boyfriend as he enters his element in the home based studio. You admire his talent, creativity and dedication. Even with a jam packed day full of single promo and an award ceremony this evening he still finds time to complete another part of his upcoming album.
You leave him to his business, walking back into the main house you, him and his team all share. Sometimes it felt like a college frat house but deep down you knew you wouldn’t want it any other way.
An hour or so later and a few episodes down from your newest Netflix obsession, Kells comes up from behind the sofa and wraps his arm around your small frame. Leaning around to kiss your forehead he asks you the question that’s been rattling around your head the past few days.
“Hey baby, did you give any thought to tonight, you wanna come with me?”
His voice was soft with a hint of nervous energy as if the question was going to make you bolt and if you was being honest you couldn’t trust yourself not to run.
You loved Colson with all your being, he was so kind and loving and everything you wanted in a man and a relationship but this didn’t mean you didn’t find his lifestyle hard.
His talent deserved to be known by the world and he had such an amazing community of fans that were like his family.
What you found difficult was the constant spotlight and invasion of your privacy. You weren’t oblivious, you knew that dating a celebrity would come with feelings like this, but to you he wasn’t this big famous star he was just Colson. Your Colson.
To try and regain some control of your life you tend to avoid the spotlight as much as possible. Meaning no public interviews, trying to ignore paparazzi and staying away as often as possible from red carpets. The odd time you were seen out at these events were at your boyfriends request. He thrived from showing you off to the world and the love that flows between the both of you. You could never really say no to the rapper which is what lead to your answer.
Taking a deep breath, you look up to him with an anxious smile.
“Sure baby, I know it’s important to you”
Your heart became a puddle as his eyes lit up with excitement.
He leaps from his spot behind you and launches into a bear hug. You squeal from underneath him as his tall body squashes yours. He peppers your face with kisses before sitting up and looking at you with sincerity.
“I promise, hand on heart, I will not leave your side all night”
This eases your anxiety a little, knowing that Colson is always true to his word.
Come 5pm everyone is suited and booted and waiting by the door.
You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your hair as you try and control your breathing before stepping out of the bedroom and making your way down the staircase.
You find Colson waiting at the bottom, his mouth wide open in shock.
When you reach the bottom you gently tap his chin upwards to close it.
“Close your mouth darlin’ you’ll catch flies” you attempt at a joke to lighten your sensing dread.
The man you love just stares you up and down continuously as if he can’t escape his shock.
“You look … absolutely exquisite, oh my god. I can’t believe you are mine” he breaths.
You blush deeply. No matter how many times you receive compliments you still go extremely shy, never knowing what to say.
“Come on lovebirds! We need to get going” both Slim and Rook shout from the hallway, causing you both to snap out of the moment.
Colson takes your hand and leads you forward towards the door and the car waiting outside to transport everyone to the award show.
Upon arrival your heart begun racing and you almost refuse to get out the car all together.
Sensing your hesitation, Colson rests his hand on your leg, knowing you’d grab it for comfort.
With his free hand he holds your face, forcing you to look at him directly.
“I promise I’ve got you. Just stay close and you will be just fine. I won’t let anything happen to you”
You nod and force yourself from the vehicle and onto the event sight.
Without the shelter of the car you are suddenly blinded by the multiple lights and cameras. Paparazzi pounce on you immediately even though Colson and the group do their best to protect you from the harsh lights and comments.
“Kells are you excited to be here tonight?”
“Do you expect to win anything tonight, we hear you are nominated!”
“Give us a smile Y/N”
“How about a kiss for the cameras huh?”
“Y/N it’s been awhile since we’ve seen you, is everything okay with the relationship?”
Sensing the change in my body language as I start to become overstimulated with all the commotion, your rockstar man envelopes you into a full body hug. I breath in his scent to calm myself for what felt like the 100th time that night.
His actions lead to another onslaught of comments from the camera men but this time you manage to ignore them. Focusing on how safe being in your lovers arms always makes you feel.
He goes to pull away but you don’t feel ready. You look into his ocean eyes, a slight plea in your own.
“Wait don’t pull away … not yet” you whisper so gently that you were unsure if he even heard you. He gave you confirmation by giving your hand a squeeze and allowing the hug to continue for another moment longer.
Knowing that you had to move on you force your feet to move forward. Noticing that you are taking control of your fears, Colson lets you lead but keep ahold of your hand, letting you know silently that he’s there if you need him.
You quickly move down the red carpet and are grateful that Ashleigh guides you to your seat while kells handles the press.
The night goes smoothly and soon it’s the final award of the night - Music Award for Top Rock Album.
“And the winner is …. MACHINE GUN KELLY.”
Forgetting where you were momentarily you couldn’t help yourself as you smush your face into your boyfriends and give him a kiss in front of every single person in the event. Colson keeps the kiss going as he lifts you from the ground with ease and spins you in his arms. He has a huge grin that covers his face and even though you know he hates his smile he doesn’t attempt to cover it.
You watch, filled with pride as he makes his way to the stage to accept his award.
“I would like to thank every single member of my EST family who voted for me on this award, I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you guys, your support is well and truly appreciated. I would also like to thank my absolutely amazing team who are constantly working around the clock with me and dealing with me 24/7, you guys are my life and my family I love you, and lastly but certainly not least I would like to thank my absolutely wonderful girlfriend who is here with me tonight. Tonight is just as a big night for her as it is me and I am so so so proud and thankful for her. She and my daughter are my rock. I couldn’t do this without them…”
He pauses for a minute to find your eyes in the crowd before finishing. “I love you Y/N. Have a good night everyone!”
You blow him a kiss, doing your best to ignore all the faces looking towards and the fact that your own face is now plastered out on the display screens at the front.
You shyly shrink back into your seat, your face down as you wait for Kells to come back.
As the night winds down you start to feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
Rook, slim and Baze plan to go to an after party they had found not too far from the venue but when they ask Colson if he wanted to join he simply shook his head.
You can’t help but look at him confused.
“Are you sure babe, you can if you like I won’t mind?”
You never stopped him from celebrating, no matter how you felt, especially on a night like this, but he just looked down at you with such love in his eyes and said “nah not tonight guys. I just wanna be with my girl.”
You were happy to be home just as the clock stuck 11pm. Clambering out your dress that had felt tight and uncomfortable against you all night, despite how pretty it was, you sighed content as you changed into one of Kell’s t-shirts.
You were so tired that you could legitimately feel it seeping into your bones, get your mind refused to let you sleep.
“Was you okay tonight?”
“Did you embarrass yourself ?”
“Worse did you embarrass Kell’s?”
“Was it worth you going?”
All these thoughts running around over and over in your head to the point where sleep was physically impossible.
You sighed as you felt your eyes water. You took a deep breath and looked over at your sleeping boyfriend who had passed out half way though the SpongeBob marathon you both decided upon.
No. You wouldn’t cry. Not tonight, not on his night.
Instead you careful lifted yourself from under the duvet and silently slipped down into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.
You weren’t sure how long you’d sat there at the kitchen counter with this glass of water until Colson came down to find you after he realised you where missing from the bed.
Still half asleep he rubs at his eyes as he seats himself next to you.
“Hey sweetheart, it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”
He looks at you with such concern that you almost lied to him - not wanting him to worry about you after having such a special night , hut you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere. Honesty was always the best policy.
“I didn’t … I didn’t ruin tonight did I? Ya know with my stupid emotions and constant anxiety?”
You couldn’t look at him, scared of his reaction as you waited for a reply.
You let out a small gasp as instead of responding, he lifts you up onto his lap so that you are straddling him.
He holds you close to him as you begin to trace his tattoos along his chest.
“Baby listen to me okay, hear my voice, hear these words. You didn’t ruin a single thing, in fact you made the night so so so much better just by being there. Your emotions aren’t silly. I know that sometimes my lifestyle can be super difficult for you and I’m so so proud that you faced your fear tonight. I love you and whatever you need from me to help you through this you got.”
You felt your mouth tremble and your eyes sting as tears steadily steamed from your face and you curse at yourself in your head as you broke your promise of not crying tonight, but you couldn’t help yourself, Colson’s sweet words and comforting demeanour were just too much.
“Sometimes I just feel like I’m drowning. I wish I didn’t struggle with the limelight so much, I wish I didn’t care what other people thought of us, of me. Then I wouldn’t get so scared” you whisper, finally admitting how you felt.
You knew Colson understood this but hearing you say it aloud was different.
He cradles your body and hums in response to show that he’s listening.
“Why don’t me, you and even Casie if she wants, take a week away. Somewhere nice, warm and Most importantly somewhere quiet. We can get away from everything just for a little while? Hmm? We can reconnect with the world and nature and not have to worry about anything. How’s that sound?”
To you, that sounded like heaven. You’d been so wrapped up in your head that it’s exhausting. Colson doesn’t get to take breaks often but when he does this is what the both of you would do. Somewhere quiet and peaceful. It’s just what you needed.
You kiss him in response and as he runs patterns down your back in a calming motion. You both stay like for awhile, simply enjoying being in each others company, before you notice that your eyes start to droop. Colson notices this also and picks you up from his lap. You cling to him as he carries you upstairs.
“Come on Angel, let’s go to bed. A new adventure awaits us”
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Liz and Billy
Synopsis: Minka Farrah is the screen siren of the Art side of Hollywood's. David Lynch's new muse, inspires designers the new Elizabeth Taylor. Despite her appearance, she's always there for her friends. Megan's one of her best, but it turns out Megan isn't the only one who needs a shoulder to cry on, her fiancé Colson Baker, known to the world as the notorious Machine Gun Kelly, needs a shoulder too, and what a lovely sweet smelling, empathetic shoulder it is.
Going to be a Colson x OC fic.
It's going to be an explicit fic.
Warnings for first chapter: Not proofread, mentions of suicide attempts, mental health mentions.
I. Giant
♡♡Minka's POV ♡♡
Megan wasn't doing good.
We've been friends since we met on the set of my film Poison. We bonded over our love for music and she was easy and fun to be around, after that we started spending as much time as we could together and texted everyday, when we weren't filming on location she made herself an unofficial resident at my French revival on Ridgedale drive. Claiming I give the best sleepovers.
The harlot loves stealing my makeup too, Claiming I have so much makeup like a department store I wouldn't notice it missing. I let her, it's not as if I couldn't easily replace it.
I was the only person she told absolutely everything to, perhaps that's why I never corrected her when she would irk me.
Pour example, when she bugs me about why I don't get down there surgery, or after my mother who was my best friend died how I didn't find her warm enough, she has a habit of dealing with tragedy in a way Jack Frost would; Too much silence, almost like she's watching a car crash. And let's not forget that every time I desired to come out to everyone about being a transwoman, she discouraged it because my career is far too successful. Which in my good opinion is precisely why I should, I owe it to my fans to every child or adult who feels trapped inside a body that doesn't belong to them.
I well ignored her well-intentioned advice and came out anyway, while I was a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race. The media lost it people lost it, many angry men who harbored illicit fantasies of me were outraged and women claimed I was far too pretty to be a man. The news beautifully purged me of my ignorant fans, the loyal and open minded remained, and my film career didn't hurt too terribly because I was already in a more artistic genre, people would say I'm the Elizabeth Taylor of Isabella Rosselini, a Bettie Page sort of Isabelle Adjani.
When backlash arrived, Megan lovingly pointed out it was expected because of how people are, I didn't need that. She's not like Anya, who is my warmer friend.
It can't be helped, it's just her nature, she has never dealt with emotions and high stressed situations well, I can accept that.
Despite that, whenever something particularly irks or disturbs her good moods, I'm the first person she calls, and like a dutiful friend I drop it all to run to her beck and call.
She's been starting to see the rapping singer Machine Gun Kelly, the gorgeously painted tower of a man. I never listened to his music and as a fan of Motley Crüe I found The Dirt inaccurate and ridiculous. But he did a very good job as Tommy Lee. I'll admit that.
Megan is mad about Colson, that's his name. She's peanuts and almonds about him, I think it mainly has to do with how apparently skilled he is between the sheets which I can definitely see. But, unfortunately Colson like many artists, suffer from mental health issues, and Meg darling little Nutmeg is not the best with that especially as someone so beautifully intense and tragic as Mr. Baker.
Pete and I have talked about this, my best friend, my absolute beloved, who is actually Colson's beloved best friend as well. So funny that the rapper and I have only met once at Pete's birthday party. He stared at me for a rather long time before offering me a cigarette, I asked if they were French and he laughed before some girl took him away. And that was that, I was called away to Budapest for that Polanski movie.
But Megan has been telling me her forever love has been incredibly paranoid, and blaming her for not being there enough. She was thoroughly upset, and this morning she called me at 5, she couldn't sleep. She told me they fought all through the night and she was glad Casie was at her mother's. I bit back asking about her boys who she spends less and less time with these days. I climbed out of my big, comfy bed away from my canine kinder and American Sable. "Boys, we're going to Auntie Meg's a little early this morning." I Yawned, removing my silk sleeping mask and headscarf. This wasn't the first time I woke up at this time of course, but I savored my days off.
I tie on my vintage circa 1980 Victoria's Secret robe and slip on my satin rabbit shaped slippers before turning on the light on my side table.
I opened the curtains of my French doors that opened up to my bedroom balcony before inhaling the sweet air of the rose hour, and walked through the connecting door to my hardly humble and spacious master bath. No time for luxuriating in my jacuzzi tub, it's a shower today. I rubbed my eyed and messily pinned up what I could of my raven bob, pushing it back by a satin headband and capped it before slipping off my robe and entering my four person shower for one.
The heat was high and delicious and I had to remind myself that this was to be quick, Chanel facial care was my friend and aveeno's oat shower oil and doves macadamia nut body polish were the lovers that kissed my skin.
Once my duties were done I shut off the well pressured shower and dried off with my egyptian cotton towels from the warmer. I rubbed on my toner, serum, essence, moisturizer, spf, eye cream and lip care. I massaged my aveeno baby lotion on and brushed my hair down brushing in the L'Oreal mythic oil, and washed my hands with L'Occitane before moisturizing my hands with their hand cream. I quickly brushed and water flossed my teeth and for makeup it was very basic for my usual, just L'Oreal serum foundation, reddish sweetbriar and rose oil comfort lip oil by Clarins, and Lancome mascara to accentuate my violet-blue eyes a little.
I neglected my underwear today and pulled on my black, v-dipped spandex shorts, and pulled on my white polo halter, backless cropped top that says Los Angeles in black old English text on my right breast. I perfumed my pulse points with eau fraiche by Chanel before rushing to slip on my black 90s slip on sandal wedges.
I washed my chiweenie and skunks faces and leashed them up, before grabbing my Coach black tabby and 90s Prada sunglasses.
I locked up the house and called my driver Kaiden. In record time he pulled up in my black Rolls Royce that I was still too afraid to drive. I'm afraid of driving, yes, and I know it's ridiculous but I can't help the irrational fear. "Morning Kaiden, I hope you had enough sleep."
Kaiden is an ex user. I was at the Beverly Center one day and I saw this hungry young man who happened to be homeless, it upset me so much. I can't stand seeing people on the street and there's so many, so I asked him if he could drive and he said yes, and I asked him how would he like to drive luxury cars for a living. I set him up in a luxury apartment on la brea, got him medical and dental and mental health care all holistic, a signing bonus. The rest is history, Kaiden is like family and he likes to act as my bodyguard as well even though I do have one, Jack. He's protective of me, forever grateful. I look after him, make sure he goes to his therapy sessions and I cook for him and take care of his laundry. I've got a soft spot for the twenty four year old.
"I did, did you?"
"Yes I was a good girl, no parties last night, got my full eight hours father." I teased. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No mother." He teased right back.
I smiled. "I'm going to make breakfast at Meg's, she won't mind you joining, how does that sound?"
"Like I'd ever turn down your food."
"Don't make me blush."
It takes about forty minutes for me to get to Meg's new Encino mans with her rakish knight.
Kaiden parks and takes my skunk, Nikki, as I carry Vince, my chiweenie. I text her that I'm here with Kaiden and she tells me to go around back to not wake Colson.
We do as we're told and Meg is there waiting for us in her pajamas that consist of booty lounge shorts, UGG slippers, a t- shirt that obviously belonged to Colson, and her ebony hair up in a messy bun. "Hi beautiful." I whispered softly before pulling her into a hug and kissed her cheek that was warm from sleep.
"I'm so glad to see you, babe." She said softly as she squeezed me. She waved to Kaiden and slid the backdoor back to let us in.
I set Vince down who followed Kaiden and Nikki, my inked driver knew the routine and headed to the den to give Meg and I privacy.
I slipped off my sandals and followed Meg into the kitchen. I went to the coffee station to start that. I got her and Colson a Nespresso machine and milk frother with many capsules for a housewarming gift.
I put in the rich chocolate capsule that was known for its creamy and chocolate notes, and poured oat milk creamer into the frother. "Okay, I want your guts on the table." I said to her with a smile.
She sighed and slumped her body onto the island. "I can't even like…Mink…" she said my nickname with such exhaustion.
I went over to her and gently rubbed her back aside and pushed a random object off the counter. I love Meg but she's kind of a slob, but a very cute slob. "Deep breaths, like you're using a straw." I encouraged softly.
She did the breathing exercise I taught her and l went to grab three mugs and filled them with coffee, cream, and sugar. I gave her a mug and kissed her head. "Sip some of this and prepare to let It all out, I'll be right back." I left her briefly to give Kaiden his coffee, he and the fur boys were laying on the couch. I then returned to an exhausted Megan sipping her coffee. I took my mug and sat beside her. "Okay, let it out, it's just me."
She teared up as she nursed the glass mug. "It's so fucking hard sometimes, Mink." She whispered. "I can handle it I can but…I mean I'm fucking human, I can handle shit like remember I told you about the accident with Brian."
Brian was her ex husband, only knew him from playing David Silver on Beverly Hills 90210, and he's the father of her boys. They went through a lot together between his ex, being victims of the Bling Ring, and his car accident that had him partially paralyzed for a while and not to mention her affair with Shia LaBeouf. She's right, she can handle a lot.
"But," She continued. "It's fucking insane when you get called up at work from your fiancée, and he fucking tells you you're not there…" her eyes are watery and her voice starts to break.. "And talking crazy shit like somebody's after him, a-and he has a goddamn gun in his mouth!" She whispered hysterically before crying on my shoulder.
I felt my throat run dry, my tongue heavy, I set my mug down and pulled her into a hug as she wailed. Colson tried to kill himself? When was this? He must be in some awful pain to feel like he needed such an awful way out. I took a deep breath to push my own floodgates back, because it's not about me. "He was using at the time, he stopped since then, but I can't get that out of my head, Minka. I fucking can't. Why the hell would he do that to me? And I have been there for him I'm always there, I'm starting to think he wants me to stop my career and keep me in this fucking house!"
My blood ran cold, no wasn't the time for Megan to make it about herself. She Knew what she signed up for with Colson, he trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her. I took a deep breath. "Meg, I'm going to run you a bath, relax, listen to a true crime podcast and I'll make you breakfast okay? and try to clean this place up." The sink was full of dishes.
She let out a shaky breath of relief before hugging me tight. "Bitch, I swear to God I don't know how I got along without you before."
I wiped her eyes. "Please, I'm just nosy." I took her mostly empty coffee and put it in the sink before we both crept upstairs. The bathroom was chaotic and I ended up doing a quick cleaning and made a mental note to have Petra order them that new kItty litter I saw on TV with the cat goddess. I found some Lush bath bombs and put them in the big, hot jacuzzi tub, poured Laura Mercier in and lit some candles. I had Alexa put on some true crime and had the towels set up in the warmer.
Once Meg was situated, I crept back down to the kitchen. I had music on low and gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. From scratch I made Russian, honey poppy seed roll, croque Madame sandwich, and fruit salad. I made orange juice from scratch and added turmeric-ginger shots. I was cleaning the kitchen with the vigorous intention of making it spotless, dancing to 'Giant' by The The, swaying my hips when a familiar voice breaks into the scene. "Am I interrupting something?"
I stopped abruptly holding the broom, and spun around to see none other than all 6'4 of freshly awakened Colson Baker. He looked Michelin level delicious in boxers that hung low on his hips and absolutely nothing else.
His cobalt blue eyes weren't looking at her, they were staring. They traveled down her body making her feel self conscious. Like most people, she's attracted to him, he has that typical Taurus beauty that has you hypnotized. No one would ever guess from her vintage, art house style but, the entire punk rock and tatted I just got on parole for good behavior look is her absolute favorite.
"I just made some breakfast, Meg's in a bath, would you like some coffee?"
He sucked his lip in before giving me another once over. "Yeah, have you seen my lighter? Shit it looks clean in here."
"I have and no, you're not smoking right now." I said as I handed him his coffee.
He smirked and sat down at the island with his mug. "Okay ma." He moaned as he sipped the coffee. "Damn I love this shit, even though it gives me the shits."
I smiled. "Everything gives you the shits because you're taurus, you guys have issues." I teased as I made his plate. Megan is the same, the beautiful actress is quite gassy.
"Meg told me you know a lot about astrology."
I set his plate down, and a glass of the juice I made. "My mother was into it, her great grandmother was a gypsy from Krakow."
"That's bomb, was she psychic?"
I gave him a secretive smile. "I'll be back." I had Kaidens plate and bowls for all the animals in the house. After making sure everyone got their food, except for Megan because she's still in the bath, I grabbed my plate and joined Colson, who was inhaling his plate. "Fuck, this is so what I needed. You can cook, you know that?"
I don't know why I liked hearing his approval, he's just one of those people you always want to impress perhaps. "Glad you like it, I love cooking, I believe a good meal can fix just about anything."
"Well maybe if you hosted Thanksgiving this year, it'll fix how fucked up I am." He finished his sandwich looking like he wanted to say something. "She told you, didn't she?"
I didn't respond, which answered his question. "Did you come here to check up on her? And chew me out?" He had a defensive tone, used to people yelling at him to get his shit together no doubt.
"Truthfully, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Colson…I know we hardly know each other, but I worry about you. And you don't need a lecture you need…" he needs someone to understand him, he needs comfort, he needs everything Megan isn't giving him right now. But I didn't say that. "A few good meals." I finished.
His eyes were on me as his teeth tore into the poppy seed roll. My eyes admired him, he's so beautiful, the way he was put together was perfect. How could someone so beautiful be so broken? I didn't want to give him the you're not alone spiel, but he isn't. He's a true artist, he feels more than the average person and has gone through so much, being proven again and again he's no one's priority. He just wants to feel that he matters that his demons are wrong. He doesn't need to be told how to deal with his mental health.
Anything Anything by Dramarama played on my Spotify, he perked up before bobbing his head to the moody yet bouncy rock music. "Yo, I felt that before. I like these lyrics."
"Yeah me too, I love music like this, that makes you feel so raw."
I sang along but stopped as Colson stared at me wide-eyed. "Sorry, I know I'm not good." I said sheepishly.
"No! No, you actually have a very beautiful voice. Why didn't you ever do anything with it?"
I could feel my skin heat up. "I…acting is more of my calling and I thought my voice sounded too squeaky to be any good."
"Well, you can do both, it's done everyday. "
I smiled as I finished up my meal. "After you're done I'll clean up and get out of your hair, Meg's plate is in the microwave okay?"
"Nah you can stick around, kinda having a calming effect on the house. Like human sage." He smiled.
My heart raced and I couldn't help but return his effortlessly pretty smile.
He spoke again due to me not answering. "If you're not busy, I know you got a lot going on."
I took out my phone to text my manager. "We're good, I pushed it back."
His eyes lit up. "Cool, you play Mario Kart?"
"Never have." I don't play video games but for Colson, I will. "I guess you'll have to teach me."
"You're so…"
I bit my lip. "What?"
"You're like someone went back in time and brought you here, it's cool."
I laughed. "Thank you, I suppose."
"Hey, for real though, where's my lighter? I was a good boy and ate my food."
"More like inhaled it." I teased before going to a drawer and pulling it out and handing it to him, our fingertips brushed and I swore I felt an electric jolt. How strange. Our eyes met and I laughed before gently stroking his nail. "I need to give you a manicure, your paint is chipped." I took his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to it. I was always affectionate to all of my friends, kisses and hugs, they always teased me that despite looking like a child I behave like I'm someone's aunt that hasn't seen them in a while.
Colson must have not liked it because he stared at me like I grew two heads. I got up from the table and took his empty dishes. "I'm sorry, I forget not everyone likes to be touched."
"No, I– it's cool, I…liked it. It's just, unless it's someone I'm with, I'm not used to being touched."
"Maybe you're platonically touch-starved." I suggested as I loaded the dishwasher.
"Maybe you could help me satiate that."
A shiver ran up my spine at him saying satiate and it shouldn't have. He doesn't need more people who lust after him or want him. He needs someone to care just to care and not to gain.
"I was in a mental hospital for six months." I said suddenly as I started the dishwasher.
It was quiet for a moment and my heart was racing because Maybe I said the wrong thing.
"Minka…you don't have to say anything…" His voice was soft and tender.
"I want to, I want you to, to…I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass when I said I understand. I'm not just placating and patronizing you to make myself feel better 'helping' or to say I tried." I took a deep breath and turned around to face him, my back against the counter. His eyes wandered over my image again. "Colson, I was bullied so badly and I didn't know what I was…it was all so confusing, so awful…I didn't react too well…I don't know what I hated more, the hospital or school. My mom couldn't handle me being away that long and took me back home. I'm glad she did. She made it a little easier and less confusing…I don't know what I'd do without her." The last word turned into a frightened whisper. "I lost her almost two years ago and…it hasn't been easy, I feel so empty. I know it was awful for you when you lost your father Colson, even if he wasn't the father he should have been." A cold tear slipped down my cheek and I closed my eyes and turned away. I took a drying towel and dabbed my eyes carefully. I checked my reflection in a dish and turned back around To face him. He stared again, always staring.
"Minka…I'm so…sorry." His pretty powder blue eyes teared up.
I quickly made my way over to him and gently took his hands. "Goodness, you're tall." I put on a good smile. ''Don't you dare feel bad for me, and besides we're not making this about me. I just want you to know you can talk to me, be raw with me. You can be sushi!" I attempted to joke, he cracked a smile.
Unexpectedly, he pulled me into a hug. It was such a warm and comforting one, strangely it made me feel safe. I felt so selfish for thinking that way. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist. I think he needs a hug, but it's easier if he convinces himself it's for me.
We stayed like this for a while. He smelled like warmth and sleep and a little kush.
"Hey, I smell food!" It was Megan's raspy, sensual voice.
I pulled back from Colson fast enough to cause whiplash. Quickly I got her plate from the microwave and her juice from the fridge, handing it to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Colson went over to hug her from behind and kiss her neck. She giggled and turned to kiss his mouth.
I felt rude being here as their kissing became more intense, quietly I left the kitchen and headed into the living room. "Kay, gather pups, let's go." I texted my agent to tell him nevermind.
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You threw back your second sex on the beach, throat burning with pleasure as you chugged it in one go. The glass clattered on the bar, a soft growl escaping your throat. Rage coursed through you, but you knew better than to drink anymore. If you did, you’d likely end up doing something you might regret. Like slash your ex’s tires. Or maybe murder his brother. Who the fuck knew? You were a vengeful drunk. Especially when your boyfriend of four years cheats on you in your own bed.
You checked the time on your phone. It was only 11:00. You snarled and locked your phone a little more aggressively than you probably needed to, but you were pissed.
And righteously so! He had the fucking balls to cheat on you with that whore coworker of yours! Ugh, you knew the one— who always wore tiny skirts, open blouses, and was sleeping her way to the top of the company.
It didn’t matter that she didn’t do shit. Nah, it wasn’t your work she piggybacked off of— oh, wait! It was! Fucking bitch.
You didn’t realize you’d started muttering to yourself until the bartender gingerly slid you a basket of fries. Yeah, you should probably eat something. The alcohol was getting to your brain way too fucking quickly for your liking.
Your attention caught on a tall, muscular shape throwing darts at the wall. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t tell where you knew him from. Whatever. You were in Los Angeles, famous people were a dime of dozen here.
You turned back to your French fries, seething with silent rage.
It wasn’t until you’d finished about half the fries when you noticed the man watching you from the corner of your eye. You swiveled to observe him properly, your eyes threatening to water. Your gaze caught on a very, very attractive man— possibly in his mid—twenties, maybe thirties at the absolute least. Your gaze traveled over his face slowly, as though you were memorizing his features. His eyes were light and intelligent, and his mouth was quirked up slightly in a half-smile. A 5’o’clock shadow dusted his chin, but it did nothing to dampen the stunning beauty and elegance of his face. He wore a red flannel with a leather jacket over it, and you could catch the slight scent of shoe polish mixed with something sweet—- honeysuckle?
You were pulled form your open observation of him when he cleared his throat to speak.
“You okay, there, honey?
You blinked. Did MGK just call you honey?
He waited expectantly for you to answer, leaning closer as he did.
“Umm—not really, but I don’t think that’s any of your business, Colson.” You crunched a fry without breaking eye contact. “What is a big shot like you doing in a dive like this?”
He looked slightly taken aback, but he recovered quickly.
“Hmm—I guess I like to get away from it all sometimes. Life is pretty exhausting nowadays.” He sighed, seeming to forget who he was talking to for a second. “I kinda wish I could disappear for a while, but too many people know who I am.”
You rolled your eyes despite yourself.
“Oh, please. Do you know how many people would kill to be you for a day?” You snickered and added to yourself, “or to do you for a day...”
His interest in you was once again piqued. Colson eyed you curiously, with a knowing smirk.
“Can I count you among all of those thirsty fan girls, honey?”
Your posture shot upright as you frantically glared at him.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you, me, and lovers peak.” He purred. Colson was somehow much closer than you remembered him being mere moments before, his knee brushing your thigh softly from where he perched his barstool.
Okay. Your heart rate was going way too fast for you to be comfortable in that moment. You tried to laugh it off, though it came out as a nervous warble more than anything else.
“What, is this some kind of joke? You’re Colson Baker, the sex icon of my entire generation. And I’m a nobody.”
You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice, but it pierced through beneath your words like a shiv.
Colson’s face fell. He wasn’t smirking anymore. He felt the pain in your words as your eyes threatened to spill over with sadness. Wordlessly, he pulled you into his chest as you began silently sobbing. It hurt more than you wanted to admit. Your ex was a lying sack of shit and you didn’t know how to cope with that information. You’d lived with the guy for three years, dated him for four— he had, arguably, been your first requited love. Apparently, though, that statement didn’t ring true anymore.
It was with this revelation that you utterly broke down, letting yourself be held for the first time in who knew how long. Colson hushed you softly, humming in his sweet baritone a song that was only for you.
When your tears began to dry, you recognized just how close you were crushed to his chest. His very toned chest. The chest whose heartbeat was increasing, possibly from the same revelation; your breasts were in fact pressed into his abdomen, your arms wrapped around his waist. You coughed and began to right yourself, pulling back with flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to unload on you. My boyfriend of four years cheated on me, so I’m not quite myself.”
His spine stiffened and his lips pressed into a thin line. Interesting. Colson glared at a spot on the bar as though it was to blame.
“I’m so sorry.” His hand absently stroked the back of yours, warming it with his own. “For the record, if he was stupid enough to do that, he didn’t deserve you anyway.”
You rolled your eyes. You wanted to laugh.
“Colson, you don’t even know me!” You snickered. “Goddamn, I’ve gotta be in some sort of stupid anime subplot. Don’t you have a concert to play or a girl to woo?”
His face fell only for a second before a thought made his eyes flicker with mischief.
“What if I do?” He raises his eyebrows. “Maybe you’re the girl to woo.”
Your laughter died in your throat and you swallowed hard.
He wasn’t joking.
His eyes were hungry and his hand gently squeezed your own.
He really wasn’t playing around.
“Wh...why?”
He grinned, flashing his pristinely white teeth in the dim light of the bar.
“I dunno. It might further the plot.” He winked at you impishly.
Fuck. Okay, you were hella in trouble.
You ground your thighs together in a sudden desperation, your eyelids fluttering as his hands held your own and began to trace themselves over your wrists in feather-light movements. It really shouldn’t have done anything at all, but the feeling of his calluses fingers on the sensitive skin of your inner forearm was definitely feeling like it should be obscene.
“You gonna take me up on my offer?” Colson purred.
Well.... fuck. How could you say no?
“I mean...” you forced your voice to be even-keeled. “It’s still pretty early. Maybe I will.”
He let out of soft laugh before sweeping you into the bathroom before you could blink. His lips were on your neck, gracing sinful trails of bliss across your nerves and dancing with your flesh. At your quizzical glance, he only chuckled deeply.
“I couldn’t wait that long, honey”
Any protest you might’ve had was drowned out by the moan that escaped your lips when his mouth pressed to your throat. Colson made quick work of your clothes and began worshipping your curves. His hands cupped your breasts reverently, lips ghosting over your skin and sending goosebumps flying over you. He sucked on your nipple and you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from outright screaming.
He licked your breast once before popping back up to give you an evil smile.
“You don’t have to hold back. I don’t care who hears us. There’s no paparazzi here..” Even as he spoke, he trailed his mouth over your skin. Leaving his breath rushing across the skin beneath your ear, his hands sliding into your hair.
With an irritated mewl, you pushed him away for a second.
“No fair.” He chided.
“Uh-Uh. You. Naked. Now.”
Realization dawned on him as he quickly reassumed his sly expression.
“Mm. Whatever you say, honey.”
His clothing hit the floor and you were on him, your hands roving over the hard, chiseled planes of his body with reckless abandon. He smirked down at your tenacity, your enthusiasm as you kissed his body with a devotion that equaled his.
“Enjoying yourself, huh?”
You snorted and bit his collarbone.
“Please. This has been my fantasy since I was a teenager. Don’t at me.”
With an aggressive little groan, you nibbled at his earlobe, earning a sharp breath from him. He laughed softly at your sudden vigor.
“Mm. Be mean to me, honey.”
Now it was your turn to snicker.
“Goddamn it, Kells...”
He looked at you innocently.
“I didn’t do anything. Not one little thing.”
His fingers slipped between your legs, completely invalidating his statement. You keened under his touch, his lips capturing yours and warring for dominance.
You groaned. God, it had been so long since someone had touched you like this.
“Fuck me, Kells.” You pleaded. “For the love of God, fuck me black and blue.”
“Ugh, fuck yes.” He breathed
With a sudden burst of energy he lifted your leg and began running his length across your slit, feeling the wetness af the apex of your thighs.
“Damn, honey, how long has it been since someone’s loved you like this? You’re so fucking wet..”
His rhetorical question didn’t earn the biting sarcasm he’d expected, so Colson made the executive decision to ensure that this would be a night you’d never forget.
He sucked on your breasts one more time before cupping the backs of your legs and lifting you onto him with a grunt. With your breath sufficiently knocked out of your lungs, you managed an approving whimper before he began to move. Colson’s hips rocked back and forth with a practiced ease, his rhythm steady and heart-poundingly delicious.
His hand dropped to where you were joined and he began playing with your clit in sync with his thrusts, a decision that made you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming outright.
Goddamn, this boy knew how to move.
You tightened your thighs around his waist, locking him inside you as you felt your heart beat as one, suspended in the moment, ecstatic in the feeling of one another.
Not one to rest for long, Colson snickered and unlocked your legs with a quick buck of his hips. Fingertips dug into your waist as he gripped you roughly, rutting into you like his life depended on it. Your throat ached as you let out a guttural groan, your first orgasm leaving your legs quaking. Sensing your release, Colson slowed his pace as he worked you through it, his lips soft as his tongue danced with yours.
“Fuck.” You muttered.
He let out of breathy laugh.
“My sentiments exactly.” He pressed feathery kisses to your neck and face, letting his guard down for the first time in months. “I wouldn’t mind if this became a regular thing... we fit together so well.
Your face flushed and you met his eyes, curious.
“Wait, really?”
Colson nodded, biting his lip as he did so.
“I like you a lot—- not just because of the sex, but you’re also just... I don’t know. I’m drawn to you.”
You held back a snort, totally ruining his cute little moment of sincerity.
“Yep, this is straight up some anime shit.”
He glared at you, but his smile betrayed him.
He pulled you close, his chest pressing to yours, as he simply breathed with you in the near-total darkness.
“So you’re coming back to my place, right?”
His smirk made your heart jump with the possibilities that it held.
“Absofuckinglutely.”
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Colson x Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing
Requested? Yes! "can you pleas do a thigh riding colson x reader pls pls pls"
Synposis: reader wants attention, Col is busy, and they find a compromise.
I haven't posted in forever because I haven't been inspired to write and life has been honestly a fucking a mess thanks to my job. I actually had this written for Kinktober and never got around to posting it so here you go!
“Babe,” you pleaded, hating how whiny your voice sounded. Colson was working, had been for quite some time, and you were bored, lonely, and needy. It wasn’t your fault that he insisted on working in gray shorts made of sweatpant material and no shirt, a hat backwards on his head. Rings on his stupid, sexy fingers. It was rude, to be honest.
“Hm,” he replied distractedly, squinting at his laptop and adjusting his headphones.
You leaned over and pulled the headphones off of one ear. “I’m bored,” you said.
Colson leaned over for a quick kiss, hoping that would satisfy you, but you pouted. “Babe,” he said, giving you a look. “I really need to work on this. I’m sorry.” You sulked, crossing your arms. Colson rolled his eyes. “Why are you so needy today?”
“Probably because of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely to his entire body.
Colson looked down at himself and chuckled, shaking his head. “Listen,” he said, closing his laptop. “I have to make a phone call. It’s not going to be quick.” You frowned. You were acting like a total brat, but you couldn’t help it. Watching him work had you unreasonably turned on. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. How about this?”
You scooted closer, climbing into his lap eagerly. “I’m listening,” you said.
Colson chuckled and shook his head, resting his hands on your thighs. “How about you get yourself off on my thigh?” he suggested.
“Wh-what?” you asked, studying his face.
He shrugged. “Why not? You get what you want and I get work done,” he explained. “Then, after the call, I can fuck you.”
“Okay,” you said, nodding. Colson chuckled and shifted you onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs wider. He picked up his phone, giving you a slow kiss before dialing.
“Hey man,” he greeted. “Yeah, it’s getting close. I’m working on it.” You bit your lip and buried your face into his neck as you rolled your hips forward experimentally. You bit your lip, liking the friction of his thigh. You continued, moving a little faster, grinding yourself down a little harder. You whimpered quietly and Colson’s hand tightened sharply on your ass, a warning to stay quiet.
You clamped your mouth shut and held onto him tightly as you continued to move, the action making your breath shaky. You buried your face deeper into his shoulder to stifle any sounds threatening to come out. It felt better than you’d expected.
“Yeah, should be done soon,” Colson continued, eyes on you as you moved. His eyes were slightly glazed and you could tell you were turning him on. He gestured for you to stand and then held the phone between his ear and shoulder, reaching out to take off your pants. He bit his lip when he noticed the way you’d already soaked through your panties, and he stroked his fingertip over the spot. Then, he pulled you back onto him.
Without the barrier of your pants, it was even better, and it was getting harder and harder to be quiet. Especially when Colson tugged down your tank top to play with your nipples. He was getting distracted, you could tell, barely responding to the person on the phone.
“Alright man, I gotta go,” he said. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He hung up and threw his phone towards the end of the couch before placing both hands on your ass. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he groaned, helping you apply more pressure as you moved. “You like riding my thigh?”
You nodded, whimpering softly as you moved, heat rising in your stomach. “Feels so good, Col,” you moaned.
“Good girl,” Colson moaned, squeezing your ass hard. “Fuck, you gonna come like this?”
All you could do was nod as your legs began to tremble, a knot tightening in your stomach as your orgasm grew closer and closer. “Cols,” you gasped, pressing your mouth to his as you came. Colson kissed you hard, helping you ride it out, swallowing all your moans.
When you were finished, you rested your head on his shoulder and panted. Colson shifted you back a little. “Fuck. Got my thigh all wet,” Colson remarked with a soft laugh. “That’s so hot.”
“Sorry,” you breathed, but you weren’t. Colson just smiled and pulled you closer, snuggling you. “Sorry for distracting you.”
“Nah, don’t be,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, you know that?”
“Mm, I love you too,” you said, pleased and tired as you snuggled into him.
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.Roulette With My Heart.
Pairings: Colson Baker x Reader.
Warnings / Content: Alcohol, Mild Blood, Mild Violence, Gambling, Cheating, Suggestive Terms.
(Y/N) placed another card down on the wooden table, facing another game of roulette. They were slowly climbing to the top of this game, yet wasting their life away. Their lips curl upwards into a small smile, complacent lines trace the futures of their beautiful face. Another card is flipped upwards on the table, spades.
“Better luck next time,” (Y/N) laughs weakly, waving their hand slightly at those trying to grab the cash from their hand. “I told y’all, better luck next time.” (Y/N) hisses between their teeth, venom drips from their slow yet firm words.
They turn around to walk out of the casino, but without warning, the grip of someone’s hand grabs for them from the darkness. (Y/N) muffles a scream as the figure places a hand over their mouth. “(Y/N), it’s me. Colson Baker.”
“Well, I’ll be, it’s Colson.” (Y/N) mocks, as Colson pushes them out into the back alleyway. Colson shoves (Y/N) against the brick wall as (Y/N) violently recoils with a flinch. “Cole, what the heck are you doing?!”
Colson’s calloused hands gently release (Y/N) neck. He leans inward to kiss (Y/N) with a slight restlessness, they fall into Colson’s firm embrace. “Where… the heck have you been?!” (Y/N) whispers, tears freckling in their eyes. In all honesty, they really hadn’t missed Colson at all. Yet, now that he is home... They never wanted him to leave.
“London, New York...” Colson states, he leans away and lights a cigarette. “Tour has kept us away for far too long.” He takes a puff of his cigarette, then leans in and kisses them much more roughly. His lips taste like the salt of tears. Of the bitterness of lost love. Of smoky cigarettes.
“Let me buy you a drink,” Colson offers, taking their pale hand into his own as he leads them back into the bustling bar.
“Depends on what kind of drink,” (Y/N) says darkly, engulfed by a wave of drunken people inside the bar. Colson gently protects them with his extended arm as they hurry through the thick mobs of people.
Finally, they make their way towards a small, wooden bar table in the back. Colson motions towards the obviously broken bar stool, (Y/N) cautiously takes a seat on it as it protests with loud squeaks. Colson sits down right next to (Y/N), the gaze of his ocean blue eyes vacantly set on studying the neon menu board.
“What are you in the mood for, babe?” Colson asks, slapping a wad of cash down upon the wooden table. His lips turn into a smirk. He calls out for a shot of whiskey and it’s immediately delivered to the table.
“Get me a cocktail.” (Y/N) demands sassily, their lips curl into a smirk as well - they reach over and grab for Colson’s calloused hand. “How long are you gonna stay now?” (Y/N) teases, they know he won’t stay for long - again, they don’t really understand how or why they missed him, he always plays roulette with their heart.
“You never know with me, baby.” Colson says he's still smirking in a way that causes (Y/N) stomach to churn inside. He squeezes their hand back and leans forward to press kisses on their temple.
A bartender walks over and places a cocktail glass onto the table - (Y/N) reaches for it and takes a long sip of the fruity concoction before glancing back up at Colson.
“Heard you’re with a new girl?” (Y/N) murmurs, they’re not particularly surprised - Colson has finished his shot of whiskey and stares blankly at the empty glass - (Y/N) taps their fingers impatiently on the wooden table and pushes their cocktail away.
“Why don’t we go on a walk?” Colson suggests, he just wants to get away - go somewhere. Colson pulls (Y/N) up, with his arm tightly around their waist - keeping them close against him. (Y/N) shadily pulls their hood up and slips on some black sunglasses - they have very slight hope to keep the clusters of paparazzi away from either themself or Cole.
“Colson? Colson Baker!” A paparazzi member sticks a microphone into their face violently and it collides with their upper lip - stars freckled through their blurry gaze. “Oh, fuck -!” (Y/N) startles and hurriedly holds a hand to their bleeding mouth. With stars in their eyes, they stumble backwards and collapse to the wooden floor - paparazzi swarms all around them.
Colson starts to retreat from within the bar but, when he notices that they’ve fallen, he instantly runs back to their side - seeing the tears falling down their glassy skin. “Oh god - you’re bleeding.” They can barely hear his soft murmur of a voice over the general deafening chatter of the bar - they look into his crystal blue eyes and he wipes the trickle of blood from underneath their nose. “Babe, you’re bleeding a lot.” Colson whispers softly, he grabs a wad of tissues from his pocket and gently dabs at their bloody lips - The tissues sops with blood and Colson grimaces. Paparazzi swarms closer and Colson shoves them all away, he shouts. “C’mon! They’re bleeding! Leave them the heck alone!” Colson burns with fury - he shuffles his feet and scoops you up in a bridal carry. Squeezing you to his tattooed, bare chest as he jogs out swiftly from the bar - proceeding to slam the door loudly right in the paparazzi's face.
“Shh... Baby girl, you’re alright.” Colson whispers, as they rest their head soundly in the crook of his neck - some dried blood smears on his bare skin. He kisses them and they wrap their arms tightly around his neck.
Rain begins falling heavily - and they shiver as Colson pulls them underneath the awning of the casino. (Y/N) tilts their face towards the gray sky, and feels cooling rain-droplets freckle their face. A shadow-y figure slowly approaches all of a sudden and cozies herself unnervingly close to Cole.
“Cols,” She purrs softly and kisses him on the lips, her slim hands with those perfectly manicured finger-nails suggestively trace the muscles on Colson’s bare chest. She attempts to kiss him again but Colson leans away nervously, his gaze flickering back and forth between her and them.
“M-Megan?” Colson questions in confusion and his hands immediately shoot up to push her away from him - She looks almost offended and her lips curl into a disgusted expression.
“Blonde angel, who the hell is that?” She coos smoothly, pushing back her perfectly styled jet black hair - she cups their face like a baby and playfully pinches at their cheeks, as if to mock them. (Y/N) automatically backs away, and rips her soft hand away from where it had been pinching their cheek. “Blonde angel, what the heck?” They challenge, their eyes flashing with anger as Megan begins to back off as she scoffs in a rude manner, swiftly fixing the creases in her leopard print mini-skirt.
(Y/N) tosses their head sassily, and their curls become slightly wild - their tongue pokes out slightly from between their lips. “I’m his girlfriend.” They say in an offended tone, they flip their hand into their air and swivel their hips - they light a blunt and begin nervously smoking it.
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m his wife.” She purrs, holding her slim hand up into the air to reveal it is decorated by one expensive ring and in the background, they can see a soft smile playing on Colson’s lips. He kisses Megan’s temple and traces her smirking lips as she cuddles into Colson’s embrace. “He’s my blonde angel baby.” She says sexily, messing her fingers through his soft, blonde curls. Colson nods in slight agreement, and flashes a tattoo on his forearm that says. ‘Megan Fox.’ He laughs evilly and continues kissing Megan’s puckered lips. “I’m genuinely surprised you didn’t see this coming, babe.” He says sadly, his blue eyes flashing with just a tiny hint of regret.
“You are a whore. Playing me like that.” (Y/N) hisses, they raise their hand and give Colson a firm smack across his awaiting cheek - He barely even flinches but leans forward to cup their face, they flinch away but Colson grabs them roughly by their pink choker. Megan watches on from the side, her face filled with lust and evil intent. She cheers him on. “C’mon, babe. Show that little slut who’s boss!” She encourages as Colson shakes them aggressively and they violently struggle to escape from him. Finally, he releases his threatening grip and drops (Y/N) right down to the wet concrete. They stare up at him and Megan, their eyes filling with tears that beg to escape as they choke out the last words which would ever be said to Colson Baker.
“I’m begging you, stop playing roulette with my heart.”
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I. Let’s Play
FARRAH
I looked out at the beautiful Parisian skyline, I preferred it at night but the afternoon sky was just as beautiful today. I could hear the Keurig in the corner of the room, pouring the hot water and the scent of the coffee soon followed, it was a regular day with my therapist. Well, I assumed it would be normal. My new therapist at least was just as beautiful as my past one, when she finally walked back in, I simply sat with my legs crossed then offered her a smile.
Dr. Andres is a Cancer woman like myself. A mixture of water and also fire with Sagittarius in her chart. Her beautiful green eyes fixed on mine as she sat across from me. Once she cleared her throat and looking at my file, she definitely had so much to say but simply settled on keeping it simple, what she would proceed with next didn’t shock me at all.
“I’ve read your files, your report from your previous specialists…I take it for majority of our session I may see you from a different view and light. I want you to really start from the beginning where you’re most comfortable..it’s really up to you.”
I examined the large pink diamond that sat proudly on my finger, it glistened whenever the right light hit it. “Most start with asking how I’m feeling, but I like you for being so forward.” I told her before grabbing my bottled water, taking a swig.
“Do you want to begin with discussing a—” paused to read the name, a name that to this day triggers something with me. “Jonathan Torrance Truffaut, a German born millionaire but also he was a sponsor for you and your mother Zeta Baptiste in 2002. Your I-130 application was processed and approved, became permanent residents in 2003. I see later you received citizenship in 2009.. then documented incidents of abuse. Trevor Blake was hospitalized for fractured ribs and a broken arm..a well documented incident that you witnessed.”
The sound of a trigger being pulled and the hammer clicking inside my head could be heard. I clenched my jaw. I had to remember to breathe. I was never good with these uncomfortable conversations even when I was younger, I felt myself in that place again but this time I was in his arms. I felt safe. But life wasn’t always like this, I didn’t feel the reserve I feel now, the emotional freedom…
“Well you told me we could start wherever I felt comfortable, if we’d start there we’d go way way back to the beginning.. if we’d like to address my traumas I’ll just start with my late ex husband.. I think that’s a good place to begin.” That was the last word that I uttered before I let her have her way.
As usual, she’s good at that. We’re good at that, a soft chuckle left my lips. That hazel hue in my eyes had appeared and I noticed Dr. Andres was absolutely enamored, nervous.
“Nice to meet you Dr. Andres.. I’m Zuri.”
“Likewise, I know exactly who you are my dear. Shall we continue?” She scribbled her opening notes.
ZURI
The ultimate stripper and hoe old school anthem Sho Nuff by Tela featuring 8Ball & MJG blasted through the club speakers. Tonight was the night real money could be made if you had the power to finesse these niggas. I watched as money fell on dancers and of course the bartenders, I was caught reminiscing my days twirling the pole. It was then I had felt his eyes on me from across the room. For awhile now, this stranger had been watching me. It wasn’t anything new to me, I had grown used to a man eyeing me and looking at me like a piece of meat. Los Angeles was a city where I learned to sniff out a trick, a creep and a freak.
The easiest targets.
Playhouse Hollywood, the lavish nightclub where I worked had attracted all kinds of potential clientele and the desperate ducks in the city. I had just served a majority of my regulars for the night so now it was time to scope the scene and mingle for a few moments. When I ventured out further through the club, that's when I noticed him. His eyes on me and my frame made me put a little pep in my strut. I smirked over at my best friend Lex, her eyes shifted to the baller that I was walking toward. I could only imagine her inner laughter.
Once I had walked over to his table in the VIP section it appears that he had his mind made up on wanting more than bottle service.
“I just need one night of your time beautiful. One night.” He stated smirked at me. He took a hold of my hand once I sat the bottles of Hennessy and Don Julio on the table.
“Mmm, my policy is I can’t mingle with clients or customers from work. It’s bad for business and it can be dangerous.” I replied with a chuckle. He remained persistent and even after servicing him, he still was fighting for my attention amongst my regular or new customers. I couldn't be irritated at all considering he gave me a large tip out that covered me even when I had to pay the club’s portion. As the night went on, the club became packed for a Thursday. The liquor in my system mixing with my desire and the drugs now had me craving my usual fix. A good ass orgasm, some bomb dick or pussy was something to really end my night right. I was floating on cloud nine and the shift went by just as fast as it came. The club closed its doors at 2 a.m. so I sat in the locker room waiting on Lex whilst securing my much needed dick appointment.
“Oh Eric baby, I need you to come through.” I purred on the phone as I played with a strand of my hair.
“Yes mam. Anything for you Z, you need anything?” He replied.
“No boo, just you.” I said in a seductive tone, licking over my lips.
Lex walked into the locker room with her duffle bags in hand before she set them down. She rushed to change out of her work attire to put on her jogger set. She glanced over at me on the phone before smirking.
“Bitch come on! Haas at the studio and he coming over tonight.” Lex teased as she collected her belongings to head for the door.“That whore ass nigga can wait, tell him to wait.” I retorted as I packed my bags, grabbing my duffles that was somewhat stuffed with money.
Once I ended my phone call with Eric, I laughed then smirked at her as I gathered my duffles. This was our nightly routine after work, I would walk my best friend to her car then that was when my night would truly begin. I patiently waited for Lex to start her car and soon after I proceeded to walk toward my Benz. There was that feeling again that someone was watching me, their eyes undressing me. My skin had goosebumps forming and it gave me a bad vibe. I peeked out of my peripheral vision and tucked my hair behind my ear to see Mr. VIP from earlier that evening was outside this entire time observing us.
Fuck that. I immediately thought as my hand slipped in my purse. When I pushed the remote to start my car he was already closer behind me.
“Yo excuse me..” he called.
My nostrils flared with irritation and once I was at my car door, I turned around tilting my head. “Yes?”
“Is it too much to ask to have just your number?” He questioned.
“It is.. because I told you my policy. I don’t care who you are.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder and opened the door before I felt him gripping my wrist tightly.
I didn’t hesitate to let him meet the barrel of my 9mm. He let go of my wrist and raised his hands in obvious surrender.
“Now.. no means fucking no right?! What have we learned.” I lowered the gun to his chest then moved toward his groin. “I could shoot you right the fuck now and no one would ever know the wiser because it definitely look like you’re attacking me. Fuck off.”
“You dangerous baby girl, shit a man would be lucky to have you.” He replied as he backed away.
“You have no idea.”
A devilish little smirk curled on my lips as I got inside my car. I peeled off from the parking lot to rush home. Bitch nigga made me late for my fucking appointment.
HASAN “HAAS”
My eyes were closed as the liquor and weed invaded my system. My arousal was at its peak as I bobbed my head to the music blasting through the studio as it reached the back lounge. I opened my eyes, scrolling through my phone as I puffed on my blunt, occasionally I’d make eye contact with Lex as she worked her mouth to devour my length. Her lips feeling amazing as she curled them to work my inches, licking over my lips I diverted my eyes back to my phone seeing a picture of Lex home girl. I never paid much attention to her other than when she’d serve a drink or give me a dirty look.
Shorty was bad.
The tattoos on her ass, her curves, in my mind she definitely peaked my interest already. I made a mental note and concentrated on busting my nut. When Lex bobbed her head forward I gripped the back of her head to hold her head there, a groan leaving my lips as I felt my dick twitching inside her throat.
“Fuck..” I unleashed a loud raspy groan as my load spilled into her mouth and in the back of her throat.
When Lex cleaned up her mess she stood up to try to take off her clothes, I looked at her with a chuckle.
“What you taking your clothes off for? I gotta get back to work.”
“Haas... what bitch you fucking that I can’t get dick no more?” Lex frowned and her entire expression changed.
“Aye yo! Don’t start that stupid shit tonight..” I sparked my blunt as I pulled my pants up, grabbing my hoodie.
Lex stood up and threw her high heel at me, rushing over to punch me in my back before I grabbed her quickly by her neck to squeeze it roughly, hearing her struggle for air was making my dick hard.
“Put your hands on me again it’ll be the last fucking time you do, bitch.” She loved provoking the other side of me.
When I finally let her go, she scrambled to get dressed then quickly left out of the lounge. I chuckled darkly then shook my head as I puffed on my blunt.
Black was in the hall as he gave me a look as he dapped me up.
“Want me to go get her Haze?” Black chuckled.
“Nah let the bitch think about what she tried to do. Let’s get this work in so I can take my ass home.”
“Aight bro.” Black said as he followed me back into the studio.
Fuck her.
It was time to get this money and time to get focused. I sent Rae a text message advising her I’d be at her crib tonight to finish what Lex started. Bitches really don’t know they giving up they position. I’m the wrong nigga to try to get over on. I sat at the mixing board with my mind roaming to that girl.
It’s how she stared at me, that gaze alone made my dick hard. Her whole demeanor changed. It went from sweet to like she wanted to cut a nigga dick off. I needed some of that so I immediately went to Twitter to send a DM, letting the magic work. These hoes always replied. It just be a matter of time or a question of fact.
ZURI
“Mmm.. fuck...yes!” I was struggling to hold back my orgasm as the drugs in my system had my clit throbbing, my eyes crossed just from how good he was eating my pussy. Every lick, the twirl of his tongue I could feel and hear which only made my pearl swell. I did my best to keep my moans low because my roommate Ziya could hear me on the other side of the walls even with music playing. My eyes rolled back, that familiar feeling, my ultimate climax was hitting me as my head tilted back and my toes pointed to the ceiling then balling up immediately.
“SHIT!” I groaned in ecstasy, palming the back of Eric’s head I rode his tongue. My hips moved in the same motion—up and down until finally that wave hit me. I saw that face again in my mind and I squirt.
I gave him a good christening to the point he could have drowned, baptized him in the most nasty way. I was trying to catch my breath as he came up for air, wiping his hand down his face.
“You cum harder every time, did you miss me?” He asked in his English accent. “I have a bigger allowance for you this time.”
“Maybe so.” I looked over at his glowing blue orbs, blowing a kiss before lighting another blunt. Inhaling the smoke I simply scrolled through my phone to see a DM from Hasan. I rolled my eyes and ignored the message, I’m sure he’d get the hint I didn’t fuck with him for real.
“Six grand. That covers your rent I’ll be paying you a visit at the club for more.”
Eric reached over to spank my ass where my rose tattoo was, leaving down to kiss the back of my neck. It was the thought of him handing that money alone that had my pussy wet all over again. “I’d like to take you on a date again.”
“I’m getting ready for school love but we can set it up, later.” I climbed out of bed and grabbed my robe, walking him out through the living room. I heard Ziya opening her bedroom door as I hugged Eric and telling him goodnight.
Upon shutting the door and turning on my heels, I locked the door then flashed a mischievous little smile. I wasn’t done having my fun just yet.
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