#pete davidson and machine gun kelly

[cockpunchlore]

favourite duo

[triplexdoublex]

What The Cuck?

Parings: Pete x Reader / Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: Cuckholding, squirting, P In V sex, Anal sex, Anal gaping, cum play, cum farting, make shift cock ring, dirty talk, degradation.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this, and that it was worth the wait! I’m opening anons back up.

“That’s it, Pete! I’m done, I’m leaving!” You shouted in the middle of a heated argument.

“Oh yeah, where you gonna go!?” Pete fired back as you made your way to the front door.

“I dunno, maybe I’ll go to back to Colson—he fucks me better than you do anyways!!” You let the door slam behind you.

The second it left your lips you regretted it. You were so caught up in the argument you were just saying things to be hurtful and spiteful at that point— even if there was a hint of truth to it.

It’s not that sex with Pete was bad by any means, but, yeah, Colson was definitely better. You had dated Colson for a few years, prior to you dating Pete, but things had ended amicably— just due to his hectic schedule.

You had gotten close to Pete through his friendship with Colson, and with him being more available, your friendship seemed to naturally progress into something more. Colson didn’t mind, a lot of people in their friends group had dated the same girls before, plus you were still on friendly terms with Colson, so it made group hangouts a lot less awkward.

You hoped your angry outburst wouldn’t affect their friendship, especially after you and Pete had made up and got back together. Neither of you brought it up. You silently hoped he had forgotten about it, much like how you both seemed to forget what had even started the silly argument in the first place. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he began acting when you both were around Colson lately; the way Pete tensed up when ever Colson got close to you, the way Pete would fuck you so hard the second you were alone again, like he had something to prove. At least that’s what you assumed, but the truth is Pete had a very different reason for the way he’d been acting. A reason that all came to light one day after an afternoon at Colson’s, followed by an intense fuck by Pete.

You had barely finished coming down from your high and catching your breath when Pete brought it up.

“So uhh, I’ve been thinking .. a-about what you said when we were fighting — ya know umm , what you said about Colson—”

“Pete, I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that , I was just mad and—”

“But you meant it? Didn’t you? He fucked you better than me.” Pete said, the last part sounding more like a statement than a question.

“Pete I-I” you stuttered , giving yourself away “I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Tell me the truth. Tell me he fucked you better than me!” His breathing increased and his flaccid dick slowly started springing to life again. “I wanna hear you say it!”

“Pete what the hell is —”

“Just say it! —PLEASE!” He cut you off , hand reaching for his hardening cock.

“Fine—! Uhhhh.. Colson fucked me better than you!— Happy?”

And happy he was; his shaft standing at full mast once more as he worked himself at lighting speed, “AGAIN!” He pleaded.

“Colson fucked me better than YOU!” You obliged, confused as hell but turned on nonetheless.

“Ughh Fuck— s-say something else.. about you and Colson , I’m- I’m so close!”

“At least Colson’s made me squirt before!” You teased.

That was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed , his cock fountaining over his fist.

“Pete. what the—” you were at a loss for words, but strangely into whatever the fuck was going on.

“I have no idea, all I know is that day we were fighting…and you said Colson fucks you better than me and slammed the door…I’ve…I’ve never been that hard in my life…haven’t been able to stop thinking about Colson fucking you since,” Pete admitted, out of breath. “Do you think Colson would … if .. if I asked?”

“Lemme get this straight — y-you wanna watch Colson fuck me?” You asked, completely flabbergasted.

“Yeah and not just that— like I want you both to tell me what a piece of shit I am in bed.”

“But — but you’re not! Colson’s not even that much b—”

“Just indulge me, ok?” Pete cut you off.

“Man, and I thought Colson had some weird kinks!” You teased. “But to answer your earlier question.. yeah, I think Colson would absolutely do it.”

“And umm.. uhh— what about you?”

“If you're really serious about this then, yeah, I guess I would. I mean , I’ve already had sex with him before so I don’t think it’d be a big deal.”

***********

“So you’re a cuck!?” Colson exclaims with a chuckle, after Pete proposes the idea the next time the three of you are alone together at Colson’s house.

“A what?” Pete questions

“A cuck— C’mom Pete, there’s a whole category on pornhub for this shit, what’d you think you were special cuz you wanna be degraded while you watch your girl get fucked?

“Well excuuuse me, for not being an expert in kink terminology like you” Pete jokes nervously. “So will you do it or not?”

“Oh I’ll do it alright,” Colson smirks as he makes his way over to the couch in his bedroom, where you’re sitting next to Pete.

Your abdomen churns with desire with every step he takes towards you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with him in this way and you almost feel guilty at how much you’re eagerly awaiting his touch, his cock, his everything.

“I’d love to hear about how this came up,” Colson teases as he pulls you off the couch to your feet and roughly spins you around to face Pete. “You gonna tell me the story, pretty girl?” He prompts, from behind you, lips ghosting along the side of your neck and a hand slowly gliding up your inner thigh, causing your clit to swell with excitement.

You gulp with nervous anticipation before speaking as Colson’s fingers begin to disappear under the hem of your pleated skirt, and Pete’s eyes widen. “W—we had an argument, and I …Mmhhhm.. I said some things,” you let out a moan mid sentence, his fingertips having found your already engorged bud.

“You told him I fucked you better, didn’t you?” He roughly cups your pussy with his large hand, a smirk present in his tone. You nod, but it’s not good enough for him, he wants to hear you say it. “C’mon baby, you know I like it when you use your words.”

You let out a meek “yes” in response but he still wants more.

“Full sentences baby, and look at Pete when you say it.” He roughly jerks your jaw up with his free hand, forcing you to make eye contact with Pete. “Tell him who fucks you better!”

You look to Pete with unsure eyes— this is all so strangely alluring but a small part of you is still worried about hurting his feelings. But Pete gives a reassuring nod, letting you know it’s ok.

“Colson— Colson fucks me better than you!” You continue.

Instantly, you swear you can actually see Pete’s pupils darken and expand with lust — he’s truly enjoying this.

“Damn right I do!” Colson licks a bold stripe up your neck. “Did you tell him I can make you squirt?” He questions. “And use your words this time!” He warns, intensifying his grasp between your thighs.

“I did.”

“Yeah, well maybe we should do more than just tell him, maybe we should show him,” he growls in your ear as he slips your skirt off your hips and down your thighs, followed by your panties, helping you step out of them. “Feel how fucking wet your girl is for me.” Colson says tossing your soaked panties at Pete.

“Jesus, babe!” Pete gasps looking at you after catching the saturated fabric in his hand, his voice cracking into a brief laugh of disbelief at just how truly drenched they are.

“Bet you never get her that wet!” Colson mocks, and a wave of guilt mixed with humiliation wages over you, because there’s no denying that Colson’s right.

But Pete doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by the revelation, in fact he stuffs your wet undergarment down his pants and begins rubbing himself with them, all while keeping his eyes intensely locked on you and Colson. He watches wide eyed as Colson shoves you forward. You’re practically straddling Pete’s lap from where you stand now, your stance widening as Colson inserts two long slender fingers inside of you.

“Mmmm Fuck!” You cry out, your hips already bucking against his hand when his fingertips reach your G-Spot; each prod against it an erotic novel being written in Morse code. Your arousal is plentiful and squelches audibly between his fingers as you begin to tighten around his slick digits. Moan after incoherent moan fall from your lips, as he expertly works your spot.

“I can feel your pussy gripping my fingers. You’re already close, Huh?” He teases with a laugh. “I still remember all your tells,” he smirks. “And I still remember how right when you start to cum you let out that little sque—”

And as if on cue your voice cracks, your moans morphing into a shrill squeak as your orgasm warmly pulses to life in your abdomen.

“Ahh there it,” Colson chuckles smuggly, watching as your release gushes onto Petes lap; the soft light denim of his jeans now morphing into dark patches of midnight blue, all while Pete’s hand moves furiously beneath their fabric.

Pete’s speechless, his eyes flicking from you to the mess in his lap and back again in exhilarating disbelief like an unsuspecting passersby of some David Blayne-eques street magic. It was one thing to watch some strange girl in a porn squirt a million miles away behind the screen of his laptop, but it was another experience entirely to watch it live in front of him, as his own girl soaked his lap at the hands of his best friend.

“Annnd that my friends is the look of a man who’s never made a girl squirt in his life!” Colson taunts with a chuckle, while licking his fingers clean. “And don’t even think for a second that I’m done with her yet.”

Without warning Colson grabs you roughly from behind and maneuvers you in the direction of the bed, tossing you face down on his mattress. “ Ass up, you know how I like it.” He instructs before snatching off your remaining clothing.

You’ve barely even had a chance to come down from your first orgasm — in fact you're still dripping- when you hear Colson fumbling with his belt behind you. And the next thing you know he’s inside you, not even giving you a moment to adjust, his huge cock stretches you so deliciously, so perfect, each thrust pummeling your g-spot just like you remember.

“Fuck, Colson— so good.” You cry out.

“Yeah, you like this big dick deep in your guts, huh you little slut? Want me to keep fucking in front of your man like the fucking whore that you are?”

“Yess!” You moan breathily. God, he could dirty talk like no other.

“I know what else you like—” he proceeds to lick his thumb. “You like this pretty pink asshole played with, don’t you? He begins tracing his slick thumb in circles over the tight ring of muscle, slowly coaxing it open enough for him to slip his thumb inside” Your breath hitches in pleasure as it enters you.

“Mmmhmm FUCK! I missed my ass being played with like this.”

“Missed?” Colson’s questions. “Don’t tell me my boy Pete over here is too much of a pussy for some anal play?” He says, giving his friend a dirty look.

“It’s ‘not his thing’.” You mock while making direct eye contact with Pete.

“Can’t even give your girl what she wants— Pathetic !!!” Colsons fires his words in Pete’s direction, while he rotates his thumb inside you. “Now your sorry ass can sit there and watch ME give it to her.”

Pete’s eating this up, every teasing and taunting word spat his way traveling straight to dick. So much so that Pete desperately needs out of the hellish confines of his jeans to work himself more vigorously. His dark, wide pupils stay locked on the scene before him as he quickly lowers his pants down and over his pale ass to their final resting place right above his knees, and pulls out his cock, your soaked panties tumbling out with it.

Colson’s long slender body contours to your curves as he leans forward to seductively whisper in your ear “Should I loosen you up a little more, since it’s been so long? Or you think you can take me?”

“Fuck, Colson! Just give it to me!”

You know it’s gonna hurt, but you're so desperate to feel him back there again that you don’t care — besides in the words of Colson himself ‘a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good sometimes.’

With nothing but remnants of your arousal and his own spit as lube he begins his taboo entrance into what most only consider an exit. You relax your body and breathe through the inevitable discomfort of adjusting to his size, just as he had taught you years ago.

“Good girl, that’s it, breathe.” He praises. “You know it’s gonna feel so good in a minute.” He gently caresses your hips, helping you relax further.

By the time his length is fully inserted the pain has already begun to subside, replaced by the most intoxicating pleasurable fullness; every tiny nerve ending inside you set ablaze. God, you’ve missed the unique sensation. He feels impossibly deep, but yet somehow you crave him deeper.

“Fuck, Colson. Right there” you cry out as you push back against him; your backside now pressed appropriately against his XXX tattoo.

Just when you think it can’t possibly feel anymore pleasureful he begins to move inside you, slow at first, drawing his hips back until he almost slips out, then steadily forward until his hips kiss your backside again, his thick length reaching that pleasurable spot deep within you.

“So good, sooo FUCK-ing good, Oh My God , Colson!” You babble, already inebriated off his cock.

“Mmmmm Yeah, say my name again, remind Pete who fucks you right!”

It’s at this point you realize you’ve been so lost in the pleasure your ex is giving you that you completely forgot your boyfriend exists, nevermind the fact that he’s in the same room .. watching!

A cocktail of arousal and guilt swirl in your abdomen as you look towards Pete. Lucky for you he hasn’t seen to notice, too lost in his own fantasy-come-to-life playing out in front of him.

Suddenly, Pete’s head lolls back, his eyes slip shut and his eyebrows knit together ; a sign you know all too well.

“Gonna— Mmmm Fuck!, Gonna cum first like usual?” You taunt Pete through shattered moans.

Determined not to prove you right, Pete stills his motions for a moment and tightly grips himself at the base, silently wishing he had a cockring to restrict blood flow and help him last longer.

Pete adjusts his position on the couch while trying to gain some composure before he busts, his free hand coming down on something wet — you’re panties from earlier. The discovery sparks an idea. In an act of pure desperation, Pete fashions a makeshift cockring from the garment, quickly twisting the elastic waistband around the base of his cock, veins bulging almost immediately. Despite his best efforts he knows he isn’t buying himself that much more time, especially when he notices the way your arousal from your unplugged hole is dripping down your inner thighs like thick honey; so sweet he can almost taste it.

Colson's stamina is unmatched, he could drill your asshole for hours on end if you really needed him too, but he knows you're ready to cum by the way your legs are beginning to shake. You can feel it too, the way your lower abdomen squeezes and tightens climbing it way to the peak, and then just like a rollercoaster it comes surging down at a break-neck speed, an endless series of loop de loops as you climax hard. Your body is useless,, unable to even hold itself up on all fours while Colson’s warm cum fills you to the brim.

Quickly Colson pulls out and props you back up, turning your body so your ass faces Pete, and spreads your cheeks open. “Uhgmm, yeahh, fuck!” His voice is dry and raspy “Show Pete that gape, and show Pete how I came inside you, push it all out baby, let him see.”

You do as you’re told, and Pete cums, forcefully fountaining over his fist at the site of his best friends cum bubbling and farting out of your used hole.

The three of you are blissfully silent in the aftermath but it’s quite clear by everyone’s euphoric expression this will definitely be happening again .

[switchbladeclub]

[bebx]

David Howard Thornton as Art the Clown and Damien Leone with Pete Davidson and Machine Gun Kelly on set on Bupkis

— the show is now available on Peacock TV

[release-the-mccracken]

“Win it all, lose it all, we are Mötley Crüe.”

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted (part seventeen)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, ass eating, crying, double penetration, threesome

We're almost done y'all. Thanks to everyone who's read all sixteen previous parts and keeps coming back for more for some reason. I'm wayyyy too wordy and love writing a slow burn apparently.

At first, Colson’s not responsive to the kiss, but after a few moments, I feel his big hand on my hip. Then, his lips part against mine and I know I’ve got him. He makes me feel so safe, and so does Pete. I kiss Colson harder when I feel the sting of tears behind my lids. As soon as I break our kiss, I back up, allowing Pete to lean in and kiss Colson, too.

It’s then that I realize I’m shaking. I feel so vulnerable all of a sudden. I can’t help but wonder if this is too good to be true. If one morning, they’re going to wake up and decide they don’t want me. 

“Baby.” Pete’s voice breaks me out of my spiral and I look at him with watery eyes. “Come here.” He reaches out and Colson scoots over so I can squeeze between them. I wrap my arms around Pete’s waist and Colson presses against me from behind, spooning me. Pete tips my chin up and kisses me until I’m whimpering, and as soon as I make a noise, I feel Colson’s erection pressing into my ass. 

He groans, burying his face in my neck and grinds forward. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Baby…” I turn my head to look at him. He takes the opportunity to kiss me, and then Pete’s hand is snaking up under my shirt. Colson and I break the kiss long enough for Pete to remove my shirt. 

Colson’s lips are immediately back on mine, like he can’t possibly get enough. I grab his hand and lace our fingers together, and it’s then that I can feel him shaking. I squeeze his hand harder, trying to communicate safety to him. I roll over, closer to him. I can’t get enough of either of them, and all we’ve done is kiss. 

“Cols,” I murmur into his mouth. “Let me make you feel good, baby. Please?”

Colson sighs softly as I push him gently onto his back. I straddle his hips and slide down his body, pushing up his shirt. Pete helps to remove the shirt, then rests back against the pillows to watch us. I tug Colson’s sweats from his long legs, and as I toss them to the ground, I hear Colson moan. I look up and see that Pete’s got his hand on Colson’s clothed dick. 

My heart beats faster as I watch them, content to sit back and enjoy. I love watching them touch each other. It never gets old. “Pete,” I say. “Want you to help me make him feel good. Okay?”

Pete’s eyes darken almost mischievously and he nods. Colson looks a little apprehensive but he tries to relax. I take the opportunity to pull his boxers off and toss them to the ground. Colson’s cock is leaking already, so hard it looks painful, and I can tell he wants this, even if he’s a little scared of being vulnerable. 

“Get on his side,” Pete says. I lift my brow in confusion but do as I’m told, getting on one side of Colson’s body. Pete gets between Colson’s legs and strokes his hands over his thighs. “Hey,” he murmurs. Colson’s eyes lock onto Pete’s. “Do you trust me?”

Colson nods.

“I need to hear it, baby,” Pete says softly, and him calling Colson baby does something to me. 

“Yes,” Colson murmurs. He looks intrigued. Pete settles onto his stomach and pulls Colson’s thighs over his shoulders. Colson’s dick twitches as he prepares for Pete to take it into his mouth, but that’s not what Pete is going for. Mine and Colson’s eyes widen at the same time, and I realize now why Pete needed me out of his way. I know all at once that Colson’s going to freak out, so before he can, I bend and take his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Colson chokes out, hips jerking a little as I slide my lips down his shaft. As I reach his tip again, I feel Colson’s legs get pushed back a little farther, and then Colson whimpers. He actually whimpers. I open my eyes and that’s when I see it: Pete’s face buried in Colson’s tiny ass. I pull off Colson for a second. An almost hysterical laugh bubbles up because holy shit, Pete is eating Colson’s ass, but I hold it in. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Colson whines, and my head whips around so I can watch him. Both of his hands are gripped tightly in his hair and his eyes are open as he stares down at Pete. I turn to watch Pete too, and fuck, why is this so hot?

I’m still stunned, unable to look away, but then Colson says my name, tone laced in desperation. I look up at him, noticing how red his cheeks are, his mouth wet and wide open as he pants. “P-please, baby…”

“Oh,” I say when I realize, and then I position his cock at my lips and take him in again. 

“Pete - oh, fuck - don’t stop-” Colson practically wails. I’ve never heard Colson go this crazy before, but it’s exactly what I wanted - for us both to please him, to completely take care of him. His noises only encourage me more, and I take him deep again, hollowing out my cheeks to bring him closer. 

It doesn’t take very long to get him there. “Ohmygod, fuckfuckfuck,” Colson babbles, sounding nothing like the composed Colson I know. His hips gyrate forward as he comes, so hard that it almost makes me cough. He rides it out and as I pull off him, I expect Pete to do the same, but he doesn’t. He grips Colson’s thighs and keeps licking, even as Colson twitches in sensitivity. “Pete - please,” he gasps. “Holy shit-”

Finally Pete pulls back, panting, and rests his head against Colson’s thigh. I’m panting, too, looking back and forth between the two boys in a way that must look comical, but they’re both too blissed out to even notice I’m here right now. Not that I mind. That was hot.

Finally, Pete rolls off the bed and into the bathroom where I can hear the sink turn on. I look over at Colson to gauge his reaction, half worried that he’s going to freak out, but instead, he huffs out an incredulous laugh. “Holy shit,” he says. Finally, he rolls his head over to look at me. 

I grin at him. He looks adorable in the afterglow, cheeks pink and hair messy. As he bites his lip, he morphs from adorable to sexy and I’m reminded that he’s the only one of us who’s gotten off. I move closer to him, snuggling into his side. “Have you done that before?” I ask.

“No,” Colson says. “I mean, a finger in the ass is great. But that…never. I never thought I’d like it.”

“Seems like you more than liked it,” I remark and Colson chuckles.

“Yeah. Seems that way,” he says as Pete exits the bathroom. He smirks at Colson and Colson laughs, shaking his head. “Fuck off, man.”

“I just ate your ass,” Pete says proudly.

Colson rolls his eyes. “Yeah, thanks, wasn’t aware,” he says flatly. Pete’s grin widens as he climbs into bed beside me. We’re quiet for a few more minutes and then Colson turns his face toward mine. “So,” he says. “About this lovemaking.”

It’s my turn to look bashful. I’m not sure why it’s so embarrassing to be vulnerable, why we can spread our legs and open up our bodies with ease but baring our souls is so much harder. 

“Come here, baby,” Colson murmurs, shifting so he hovers over me. His thumb grazes my cheek as he looks down at me with such tenderness that my legs feel weak. I lose my breath for a moment as I look up at this man I love. This man who loves me back. How is it even possible? Slowly, he leans down to kiss me, soft and gentle at first. I can’t help the little sigh that leaves me. 

When Colson breaks away to kiss down my chest, Pete takes his place, kissing me with equal softness and love. My hand goes to his face and I hold him close, aware of the way Colson’s lips brush gently over my skin. I arch my back when I feel his fingers working at the clasp of my bra, and I let the garment slide down my arms.

Pete keeps kissing me as Colson slowly strips me, his lips covering everywhere that clothes once did. I let my legs fall open naturally as I feel Colson settle between them, gently lifting my legs over his shoulders one at a time. I hear him moan softly as his hand rests on my stomach, thumb finding my clit. I shift and whimper softly, tugging gently at Pete’s hair. Pete breaks the kiss in favor of kissing my chest instead, gently sucking at the sensitive skin of my breasts. 

When Colson’s warm tongue finds me, I can’t help the breathless moan that leaves me. I spread my legs even more, reaching down to bury my hand in his hair. Colson’s hand finds mine and removes it from his hair in favor of lacing our fingers together. I squeeze his hand hard, my other hand finding Pete’s hair as his lips brush over my nipple. 

I moan again when Colson slides a long finger inside me. My hips shift in reaction to the pleasure, and soon, he adds a second finger. I can feel myself getting impossibly wetter. Pete comes up to kiss me again as Colson’s fingers pick up speed. I squirm and moan until Colson pulls his hand back. I break the kiss with Pete, frowning down at Colson. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer easily.

“Can we try something new?” He asks, drawing his finger down beneath my pussy. My eyes widen when I realize what he means and I swallow hard, but I nod. “Are you sure, baby?”

“I’m sure.”

“I want both of us to be able to make love to you at the same time,” he says, eyes locked on mine as his finger circles gently around a place no one has ever touched. I swallow hard and nod quickly, not sure if I want to distract myself with Pete or if I want to watch. But when Pete’s hand takes over where Colson had been moments ago, two fingers curving deep inside of me, the decision is made for me. My eyes lock on the place where their hands almost touch. 

I suck in a breath as Colson eases a finger inside me. The sensations duel, the pleasure of Pete’s fingers and the slight discomfort of Colson’s. I try my best to relax, and very soon, I turn pliant in their hands. It feels good, better than good. My eyes nearly cross from the pleasure once Colson adds another finger. They’re working me up together, taking their time. I hiss softly when Colson adds a third finger. It’s a tight fit at first, and the thought of Colson’s entire nine inches in the same place where just his fingers are a stretch….

“Relax, love,” Colson says, looking up at me. I swallow hard and breathe, relaxing my muscles, which allows Colson’s fingers to move more easily. “Good girl,” he purrs, biting his lip.

Pete hums in pleasure and looks up at me as he keeps working his fingers. “Are you getting close?” He asks. I nod, breathless, legs starting to quake. Pete smirks and slowly removes his fingers. I whimper and frown at him, but he shushes me. “Trust me, it’ll be better this way.”

“How are we doing this, Petey?” Colson asks. 

Pete considers, then lays on his back. “You’re gonna ride me, okay baby?” He asks me and I nod, straddling him. 

I look back at Colson, who nods. “Go ahead.” I turn back towards Pete, who somehow ended up naked. He holds his cock and I slowly sink down, thighs burning in a delicious way. Pete may not be as giant as Colson, but he’s still big, and I wince a little once he’s in all the way, despite how turned on I am. 

“You okay?” Pete murmurs, and I nod. “Come here.” He pulls me down onto his chest as I adjust to him, and he slowly starts to move his hips. I moan, eyes squeezing shut. I had been close before he stopped fingering me, and I remember that fact now. 

I hear the sound of a cap closing and then Colson’s hand finds my waist. “Need you to breathe, baby, okay?” He murmurs, kissing my shoulder. I take a slow breath in response. “Good.” I gasp softly when I feel his cock pressing against me, slick with lube. The head slides in easier than I thought, and I whimper, reaching back to grip his hip, stepping him from going any further. “It’s okay,” he says. “Take your time.”

Pete’s hips continue to move slowly, and the pleasure is distracting enough that my body relaxes a bit more, allowing Colson to inch forward a bit more. He takes his time, slowly and gently entering me, but before I know it, I’m completely full of both of them. It’s hard to breathe.

“Holy shit,” I say brokenly. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Colson murmurs.

“You’re amazing, baby,” Pete says, and suddenly, without any warning, I burst into tears.

Both boys go rigid and lock eyes with one another, concern etched into their faces. “Baby?” Colson asks softly. When I don’t respond, he bends over and kisses my spine gently. 

I’m not sure why I’m crying. It feels like a total emotional release, something completely out of my control. “Don’t stop,” I choke out. 

“Are you sure? We-”

“Please!” I say desperately. 

With that, I settle onto Pete’s chest and both boys get the idea, Pete lifting his hips into mine and Colson thrusting forward at the same time. We all moan simultaneously, and when their moans taper off, I’m gasping, eyes wide open and then squeezing shut.

“Feel good?” Colson grunts, and I can tell he’s struggling to hold himself back from fucking me hard. 

“Y-y-yeah,” I manage, shocked at just how stuttered my words are. I’m not sure I’ve ever shaken so hard in my life. 

“I know it’s a lot,” Pete murmurs, stroking my cheek. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

So I do.

For the first time in my life, I feel completely safe and totally loved. I trust both of these men with my life, and right now, my pleasure. I give into it completely, not worrying about how I look or sound or move. I just let myself sink into the pleasure, which is all-encompassing. I let the tears fall. 

As soon as I let myself go, the pleasure intensifies even more. I don’t stop the moans spilling from my lips, nor do I stop the way my mouth drops open, face contorting at the sensations, the way tears continue to stream down my cheeks.. I might look ugly, but I truly couldn’t care less. The only thing I can focus on is the fact that I’m about to come already, and hard.

“Col- Pete- ah, fuck,” I gasp, burying my face in Pete’s neck as my lower half ignites in electricity. The strength of my orgasm is so strong that my legs tingle and my vision whites out for a second. The wetness between me and Pete increases tenfold, and I hear Colson’s husky, pleased laugh when he realizes they’ve made me squirt. 

“Ohhhh,” I moan helplessly, clinging hard to Pete, our bodies sticky with sweat. I’m sensitive, but I’m not done. Not until they are. 

Colson braces a hand on my hips and moves a little faster now that my body has softened for them. “Baby, you’re so - ah, fucking- ” He can barely manage to speak through his own pleasure. I can tell he’s close and I reach back to grab his ass, holding him inside me. I want to feel them, both of them, filling me, all of me. 

I look down at Pete whose eyes are closed, pillowy lips open in pleasure. I feel myself clench around him and then his hips jerk as he comes. Seconds later, Colson curses loudly and ruts his hips against my ass as he comes, too. Once they’re both finished, we all pant, hot and sweaty and wet. I grimace slightly at the sensation of all that wet warmth. 

Pete eases me off his cock to lie on top of him instead and Colson gently strokes my hip. “Breathe, baby,” he tells me as he gently pulls his hips backward. I whine as he falls out of me, and my legs tremble. I’m not sure I can walk to the bathroom to clean up.

Colson goes into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on. Pete and I lie there together, his hand moving lazily up and down my back. “I love you,” he whispers. 

I look up at him, exhausted but happy, “I love you, too.” His eyes light up and he kisses me softly. When we pull away, he lightly brushes tears from my cheeks. “You okay?” he whispers, and I nod. 

“Emotional release,” I say and he nods. That’s when we spot Colson leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom, a soft smile on his face.

“Shower time,” he says. 

The three of us are all over each other in the shower, albeit not sexually. Both boys take turns washing me, and then each other. I watch Colson’s mouth fall open as Pete massages shampoo into his blonde locks. Colson returns the favor and Pete hums in pleasure. We hold each other under the warm water for a long time. 

Exhausted, we all pile out of the shower together, drying off haphazardly. Pete makes it to the bedroom first where he peels back the blankets so our naked bodies can slide between the sheets, me in the middle. For some reason, I feel like Colson needs to be little spoon, so I wrap around him and Pete snuggles up behind me. My eyes droop immediately. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m pressed between the two of them. 

“Hey.” Colson’s voice is soft, sleepy. “I love you both. So much.”

“Love you, too,” Pete and I say in unison, and he presses a kiss to my back. I smile and kiss Colson’s back next, as if passing it on. Within seconds, I’m deeply asleep, as are the two boys next to me.

[throne-for-queens]

Megan saying col couldn’t get any girl if he wasn’t a famous musician shows how much she’s put him down and broken him. Before her he was so confident and didn’t care and got girl easily even Pete said in that Vanity Fair interview that col is good at getting girl. Poor guy honesty I feel bad that he keeps being with her

Okay so I went back to the video and pete doesn't mention anything about colson being incapable of getting women but he does mention that he's better at flirting than colson

Took me two videos to find this but I don't mind, this friendship is absolutely adorable 💕

[mel0dy-am]

guys they’re besties 🫰

[perezhilton]

The real story is Machine Gun Kelly! I did not recognize him here!

[urdadisdumb]

MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

[cockpunchlore]

𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

ao3

It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.

Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.

“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.

“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.

“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”

The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.

“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.

He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.

“My bad”

It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.

His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.

Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.

He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.

He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.

Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.

“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.

“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.

Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.

“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.

“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.

Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.

“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.

“I know”

He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.

Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.

[triplexdoublex]

Idk about sharing the both of them lmao one has a 9 inch with the stamina of a porn star and the other is rumored to have a 12 inch. That would be a all night type of deal bc that’s a lot 😭😭

Yes, and? 🤣 I believe Ari said 10 or 11 but still yeah they’re both huge but I’m mean I’m down I wouldn’t say no to that lol Might be sore AF for a few day but deff worth it imo 🥵🤣

[switchbladeclub]

[petey-davidson]

"Maybe one day y’all will get to see these sketches 🤣🤣🤣" (📸 Jordan Rock on IG)

And maybe that day will be October 14th??? This was apparently filmed right before the strike, so it was possibly for when Pete was originally going to host last May? So we could potentially see this sketch next weekend???

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Kells is rumored to be on a SNL skit with Pete 🖤

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 12

Woohoo I finally wrote! And I'm leaving y'all on a cliffhanger to make you hate me even more! Sorry... I am currently writing the next chapter though, so hopefully that'll be up shortly. Thanks for sticking around during my little hiatus. I hope you enjoy!

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: some smut (18+), swearing, alcohol usage

It’s my birthday. 

Normally, I wake up sad on my birthday. I’m not really sure why. Maybe because a birthday makes you think of who really cares, and you’re expecting messages from people, and when they don’t come, you feel like you don’t matter. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and that freaks me out. Whatever it is, I’m glad that I don’t wake up on this birthday feeling sad.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that Colson is in bed beside me. He’s on his side, hand tucked under his head, and he sleeps soundly. I love the way that the sunlight catches his face, giving him a warm glow. He’s become so special to me so quickly. I’ve never been so happy, and I know you’re not supposed to find happiness solely in a relationship. I think Colson is just enhancing my life. A friend turned partner. It’s perfect.

It hasn’t even been a month since we made it official but I can’t help what I’m feeling. I’m at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling in love with Colson it’s scary. I won’t admit it any time soon, not until he does, but I feel it. How can I not? Colson is kind, funny, caring, and sexy. We get along great and I’m so much happier when I’m with him. 

I’m daydreaming about our relationship so deeply that I don’t notice his eyes are open until he says my name. I jump a little and meet his eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” Colson says with a sleepy grin. “C’mere.” I scoot closer, letting him wrap me in his arms. Warm lips press to my forehead and he gives me a squeeze. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I smile and nuzzle in closer. “Thank you,” I say. 

Colson told me last night, two glasses of wine in, that his birthday present was something amazing. I couldn’t get anything else out of him, no matter how hard I tried, and now that I’m remembering it again, I’m eager to find out what it is. 

“Hey,” I say, looking up at him. “When do I get my present?”

Colson laughs. “Later tonight. Probably after dinner.” He’s taking me out to dinner and then we’ll spend the night here. 

“I guess I’d better get up and start getting ready,” I say. 

Colson gives me a kiss, squeezing my ass. “Yeah. You do that.” 

Later that night, I drive over to Colson’s place in my birthday outfit, a silky red dress that hugs my curves. Sophie and Alicia helped me pick it out and I feel beautiful in it. I can’t wait to show Colson.

I park in my usual spot in the driveway and let myself into the house. Pete is on the couch and he smiles, hopping to his feet. “Hey! Happy birthday!��� he says, wrapping me in a hug. He smells good and his hug is warm. I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I don’t still feel something for Pete. It’s pointless to keep lying to myself. 

Pete pulls back from the hug and turns his head. “Kells! Alex is here!” he calls, then turns back to me. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I’m surprised to see a glimpse of what looks like pain in his deep brown eyes. It makes my heart squeeze in my chest. But there’s something else there, too…mischief?

“Hey,” I say, narrowing my eyes. 

Pete stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at me innocently. “What’s up?”

“Do you know what my birthday present is going to be?” 

Pete opens his mouth to say something, but then I catch sight of Colson over Pete’s shoulder and my face lights up with a smile. Colson smiles right back as he saunters over. Pete steps out of the way and Colson cups my face, tipping it up so he can kiss me. “Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hi,” I say through a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, and I nod. Colson pulls away and turns to Pete. “See you later, brother.”

“See ya. Have fun,” Pete says from where he’s returned to the couch. I shoot what I hope is a menacing look at him over my shoulder as Colson takes my hand and we walk outside. Pete just winks and waves, and fuck if I don’t feel that wink right between my legs. 

Colson takes me to my favorite restaurant - Texas Roadhouse, duh - and we order drinks to start, sharing a basket of rolls. He looks so handsome, slightly dressed up. He just got a haircut - long on top and short on the sides, and it really suits him. The sides are his natural, darker color and the top of bleach blonde. “I love your hair, by the way,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “So you’ve said. A couple hundred times,” he teases.

I lightly kick his shin beneath the table and giggle. “Leave me alone. I just really like it, okay?” 

“I like yours, too,” Colson agrees. “And that dress. Goddamn.” His voice lowers as his eyes dip to my cleavage, and he takes his lip between his teeth as his eyes glaze over.

I blush and look around. “Save it for later, ya perv,” I joke, reaching for his hand. Colson takes my hand in his and leans in to kiss my knuckles, holding eye contact with me. My heart flutters in my chest, and suddenly, I realize I can’t deny another lie I’ve been telling myself. I’m 100% in love with Colson. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, blue eyes burning into mine. 

I shrug. “Nothing important,” I lie. 

We eat a delicious dinner and talk the entire time. On the drive back to his house, Colson pushes the hem of my dress up and rests his hand on my thigh, thumb stroking gently. Heat shoots between my legs and I bite my lip. I literally can’t get enough of him. 

He’s initiated every time, mainly because I’m terrified of rejection, and even though he’s my boyfriend now, I’m still scared it’ll happen. I glance over at him as he drives and he smiles at me. I turn my body and lean over, kissing his neck. Colson tenses up, breath hitching. “What are you doing?” he purrs.

“Nothing,” I murmur into his warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. Reaching over, I untuck his shirt from his dress pants and slip my hand beneath his shirt to feel his stomach. Colson curses quietly under his breath and then his hand covers mine and pulls it back. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tracing my tongue over the double x tattoo behind his ear, a surefire way to make his dick hard. And it does. I watch as his pants begin to tent. 

Colson lets out a shaky breath. “I have cake for us at home. Pete’s waiting to have some with us,” he says. “Can we just hold off until after? I don’t really want to walk into my house with a boner.”

“Mm,” I hum against his skin. “Just this once.” I pull back after tucking his shirt back in. He shifts in his seat and adjusts his cock in his pants, letting out a breath. Even in the late evening light, I can see the pink splotches on his cheeks and it makes me smile. 

When we pull up to the house, Colson comes to get my door. The inside is completely dark and I frown. “You sure Pete didn’t bail on us?” I ask. “Looks dark in there.”

Colson frowns, too. “He better not have,” he says irritably. “Maybe he fell asleep.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. He unlocks it and we step into the pitch black. Out of nowhere, the lights flick on, and I jolt, shocked to find that the living room is filled with people. 

“Surprise!” they yell in unison, and that’s when I notice the party hats, the balloons, and the sign hanging from the doorway between the kitchen and living room reading ‘Happy Birthday Alex!’. 

I laugh and swat Colson’s stomach. “What the hell! You planned this?” I yell over the commotion.

Colson grins down at me and bends to kiss me softly. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I’m immediately bombarded by hugs, and I just can’t believe Colson pulled off a surprise party. A room full of people I love, with the one who planned it all being the one I love most. I smile at him from where Alicia has me in an embrace, and I narrow my eyes. So that’s why he didn’t want to fool around in the car. I’ll get him back later. 

I’m handed a drink and then we gather around the table to play waterfall, my favorite drinking game. It’s easy to get fucked up, but it’s so fun that I don’t even mind. Sure enough, after a few rounds, we’re all drunk and rowdy. I’m in Colson’s lap laughing loudly at something Slim said, and I’m so, so happy. 

The only problem is my wandering eye. 

I can’t help but notice Pete. He sits on the couch, legs in the perfect man-spread position, big, tattooed hand curled around a beer. His cheeks are rosy and his smile is warm and his voice jolts something within me whenever he talks. Plus, he keeps glancing over at me and smirking like an asshole.

But then I feel Colson’s warm hand on my hip, his lips against my shoulder, and I smile, remembering that this is my boyfriend. Sexy, smart, funny, and kind, Colson is mine. So why am I still hung up on Pete?

“Can we play truth or dare but with only dares?” I slur, and the group laughs. 

“We pretty much already know everything about each other,” Rook says with a shrug. 

“Sure, birthday girl,” Slim says. “You wanna go first?”

“I can never think of good dares,” I pout. “You go first, babe.”

“Alright,” Colson says, looking around the circle. “Rook, I dare you to do a backflip.”

“Wait,” Alicia says. “Can you actually do one?”

Rook laughs. “Yeah, I can. Not sure how well when I’m this drunk, though.” The ceiling is high and Rook backs up away from the group. We all watch in awe as he throws a perfect backflip, landing solidly. Everyone cheers and Rook bows. 

The game continues on. We’re all coupled up, but everything always ends up sexual in nature. I return to Colson’s lap after Sophie fulfilled a dare given to her by Logan. She was dared to make out with me and she pulled me right into her lap for the dare. My heart is racing a little and it only quickens when I feel Colson’s erection against my ass. 

“That was hot, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. 

I hum in response, pleasantly drunk and turned on. I’m about to drag his ass from the room when Sophie speaks. 

“Kells, your turn,” she says. 

“Alright,” Colson says, scanning the room. His eyes land on Pete. something mischievous flickers in Colson’s eyes. “Pete,” he says. “I dare you to make Alex moan.”

The room falls awkwardly silent. Pete clears his throat, cheeks reddening. “Wh-what?” he asks.

“You heard me,” he says, eyes burning into Pete’s. “Dare’s a dare. She’s the birthday girl, after all.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at Colson, who only nods. His eyes hold no jealousy, just smoldering desire, and he’s gotten even harder against me, if possible. I swallow hard and glance at Pete. 

“Shit,” Pete says, then laughs, patting his thighs. “Come here, Alex.”

It’s a good thing we’re all drunk. Colson pushes me off him and I stumble over to Pete, taking his hand as he pulls me into his lap. I glance around, and everyone’s eyes are on me. The guys are smirking and the girls just look intrigued. No one looks worried or scared. 

I glance at Colson and he nods, picking up his drink. “Go on, baby,” he tells me. 

I swallow hard and look at Pete, who’s staring up at me with dark eyes. Fuck, he looks hot. He bites his lip. “You okay with this?” he asks. I can’t speak right now, so a small nod is my only response. “Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s leaning in, wrapping soft lips around the side of my neck. I swallow hard and close my eyes, hands tightening on his shoulders. 

The heavy bass of a loud song pulsates in my body. I could moan now and end this, or I could milk it. I’m too drunk to feel guilty and I choose the latter. I let Pete’s lips explore my neck and chest, moving slowly down my cleavage. My chest heaves slightly and Pete huffs against my heated skin. I’m keeping it together relatively well until he decides to end me.

Suddenly, Pete’s big hands grip my ass hard and he drags his tongue up my cleavage and neck, and a moan slips out, uninhibited. It’s then that I remember our friends are surrounding us, and they celebrate Pete completing his dare. Pete gives my ass a little pat that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, and I get off his lap, returning to Colson. 

My boyfriend smirks and wraps his arm around me, resting his big hand on my thigh. He leans down into my ear. “Did you like that?” he murmurs. 

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. Shouldn’t Colson be jealous? He was the one to dare Pete in the first place. I’m confused. “I’ll be right back,” I say. I need to clear my head, get some fresh air. I push off the couch and walk out onto the back porch, feeling sober as soon as the cool air hits my skin. I draw in a deep breath and steady myself on the railing. What the fuck is going on?

Colson asked me to be his girlfriend. I suppose he never said anything specific about being exclusive, but I just figured that’s what we were doing. But now he’s daring his best friend to make me moan. Who does that? I’m not sure how to feel about it, but it’s hard to figure it out because my pussy aches between my thighs. I squeeze them together and let out a little helpless noise, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and the backs of my eyes begin to sting. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.

I don’t turn around when I hear the door whoosh open and shut behind me, but I do notice there are two sets of footsteps. I tense up slightly as Colson steps up beside me, leaning against the railing, but I do look over when Pete takes my other side. I blink in confusion, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What the hell is going on?” I ask helplessly.

Colson and Pete chuckle and I frown, glaring at Colson, whose smile fades immediately. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, putting a hand to my lower back. “I should’ve talked to you about it first to see if you were okay with it.”

“Why are you okay with it?” I blurt, looking up into his intense blue eyes. “I-I’m your girlfriend. Pete’s your best friend.” I jerk my thumb towards the other man. 

Colson chuckles and meets Pete’s eyes over my head before looking back down at me. “Alex,” he says. “I like threesomes. Okay?” My body tenses, and the ache between my legs intensifies. Just then, Pete scoots closer, pushing my hair off my shoulder. I look up at him and he just watches me with his lip between his teeth. 

“I like watching my girl get fucked,” Colson continues, cupping my chin so I’ll look at him. “I want to watch you with Pete. And I want him to watch you with me.”

“I want that, too,” Pete says huskily, and I swallow hard, looking over at him again. He plays gently with my hair. “I’ve never stopped being attracted to you, Alex. Just because I don’t really date doesn’t mean I don’t still fuck.”

I stare dumbly at him for a moment before turning back to Colson. “Am I hallucinating this?” I ask. “Is this a trick to see if I’m faithful?”

Colson chuckles and shakes his head. “No, this is real,” he murmurs, “and definitely not a trick. I’ve been paying attention and I think you want this, too.”

He steps closer and grabs one of my hips, turning my body so my back is pressed to his front. His hands slide over my curves and I breathe shallowly as I feel his erection press against me. Pete steps forward, a question in his eyes as his fingertips trace down my neck. I close my eyes and whimper almost painfully. I do want this, so badly it hurts. Is that wrong?

“Here’s what I think we should do,” Colson murmurs in my ear. “Pete and I take you to my room and we fuck you, make you come until you can barely move.” My eyes are locked on Pete’s as Colson speaks, and Pete’s already dark brown eyes seem to blacken. 

“But we need to hear that you want this, Alex,” Pete says as he steps into my space. His hands find a space on my waist above Colson’s, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts through my silky dress. My breath hitches. 

“Mm, she’s hesitant,” Colson murmurs. “She wants to be a bad girl, but she’s scared.” It should feel degrading, having Colson talk about me right in front of me, but it only makes me ache more. Colson snaps his fingers and I jolt slightly. “Ah,” he says. “Let’s see what her body is saying.”

Pete smirks as Colson’s hand skims up beneath my dress. The red silk moves easily as his fingers move between my legs, skillfully pushing aside the crotch of my panties, which is soaked. Colson lets out a low, raspy groan as his fingers find me dripping wet. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “But I need to hear you say it, Alex.” 

I’m a shaken can of Coke ready to explode and I finally do. “Yes!” I blurt, cheeks reddening. “God, yes, I want it, I want both of you, please.” My words come out in a rush of breath and the boys chuckle together, meeting eyes. 

“Good girl,” Pete says, tipping my chin up as he leans down to kiss me. My legs weaken and Colson has to hold me up as Pete kisses me thoroughly, slowly at first but deeper as time goes on. I whimper helplessly into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand and Colson’s wrist with the other. 

“P-please,” I squeak when he pulls back.

“Come on, baby,” Colson murmurs, pulling me towards the door. Pete follows close behind. Everyone’s still partying, pretty drunk now, so the three of us are able to easily sneak past everyone to Colson’s room. Pete locks the door behind us. 

Colson sits me on the bed and kneels down in front of me. Warm hands find my thighs, stroking gently, and there’s love in his eyes when he looks up at me. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Are you drunk?”

I shake my head no. “Tipsy, but not drunk.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. “Alex. Do you want this?”

I swallow hard, glancing at Pete who leans against the wall. I can see his erection through his gray sweats and I have to stifle a moan as I look back at Colson. “Yes, I want this,” I say firmly. 

Colson grins and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “If it ever goes too far,” he says against my lips, “you tell us and we’ll stop.”

“Don’t even feel bad about it,” Pete says. “We don’t give a fuck. We’ll stop when you want us to.” They’re both so serious and a huge chunk of my anxiety dissolves. I nod and smile at Colson, and then Pete.

“Boys?” I say.

“Yeah, baby?” Colson asks at the same time Pete says, “Yeah?”

I look between them, then get to my feet. Their eyes are locked on me as I reach behind myself and unzip my dress. Then, I let it slowly puddle onto the floor around my feet, leaving me in a lacy matching set, stockings high up on my thighs. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Pete says, swallowing hard. 

“Yeah,” Colson croaks, staring me down. 

I put my hands on my hips and smirk. “Can you please stop being so gentle now and fuck me like you promised?”