Love & Other Drugs MGK/Colson Baker X Reader

Love & Other Drugs Pt 1

Sometimes the worst thing you can do...is say yes. A handful of encounters that leave you breathless, broken, and begging for more.

You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed...forever.

Colson was like a drug. One taste, one hit was all it took. You were addicted and there was no turning back. He'd gotten under your skin, prickling just below the surface, an itch you couldn't quite scratch, surging white-hot through your veins, making you heady with desire. At the mere thought of him, lust slithered down your spine and tightened deep in your gut like a boa constrictor.

When you were with him, his hand between your legs, thick digits stroking you just right , it was like you were witnessing galaxies being born. An explosion of color, stars scattering, constellations forming, burning bright, bright, bright until you swore you would go blind. His tongue, that thick, dexterous muscle would wrap around your throbbing clit, making you scream until your throat was raw.

He would bend you over the table, or couch, or edge of the bed, hands on your ass, spreading you wide so he could watch as he fucked you, his cock glistening with your slick, pounding into you at a punishing pace. Any noises you made were punched out of you, hands scrambling for purchase as you squeezed him achingly tight.

"Fuck, doll," he would growl. "Gonna make me cum like a fuckin' teenager." God, that mouth of his.

Those perfect teeth would sink into your skin, just about to break the skin but not quite, adding that needed bit of pain to send you soaring. Higher and higher he'd push you, middle finger swirling and tapping your clit, buried balls deep inside of you, curved cock hitting that spot, oh fucking christ, yes, with precision only he had.

He would cum inside of you, cock pulsing, thick vein pounding , hips stuttering, a roar of your name deafening you. The sticky white of it would drip down your thighs, hot and thick, the sight of it turning him on even more. He'd be velvet pulled over steel hard in the blink of an eye, driving into you before you'd even caught your breath. Again and again until you passed out.

On your worst days, when you needed him the most, you would whine pitifully. "I need you, baby. Just a little bit more to get me through this." And fuck, did he give it.

More didn't only mean harder, faster, deeper . It meant his vibranium hand on your throat, squeezing until black ate at the edges of your vision. It meant crimson handprints on your ass and tits. It meant his cock down your throat, bulging, gagging, tears streaming down your face, nails leaving crescent moons in his thick thighs. It meant bite marks on your shoulders and belly. It meant he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, short of actually killing you. But you loved it. God, how you loved it.

When Colson fucked you, nothing else mattered. Not the fact that you had been completely unmade at the hand of your own lust, the parties, the drugs, the alcohol. You were fucked up , six ways from Sunday, but being with Colson made you forget all of that.

The moment you were alone, all of that darkness flooded you, brought you to your knees. You couldn't breathe, lungs constricted, throat closed. It was too much, the burden too heavy, weighing you down, pinning you to the floor. Colson. You needed Colson. You craved Colson.

One more , you had texted him, weakly vowing silently that it would be the last time. You could handle it, get a grip on it, your addiction, the carnal craving. One more and then you'd quit it, quit him. Or so she thought.

Colson's POV

Clubs, bars, concert halls, even the local grocery store could be considered hishunting ground for his upcoming mistake. His mind never stopped, he plainly could not help it; when he met Y/N he met his match. Her pure unbridled lust and constant need for sex 24/7 was what drew her to him in the first place.

"If I didn't know you two any better I could swear you two fuck like rabbits!" Mod had joked to him one night while they were hanging out with Y/N and Mod's current girl Bella. "Wow real subtitle." You joked shaking your head with a smile. "Well it is true babe." Colson smirked. The first time they met it was after one of his shows he had invited her back to his hotel room. This also was her first time trying acid, the funny part was she started out a sweet innocent virgin.

They fucked every chance they got. In the car, in the shower, at the hotel and in the bed that they shared together. She was young when they met 18 and he couldn't get enough of her wet tightness, in all honesty she grew dependant on him as well. He pulled the freak right out of her, the innocent virgin act flew right out the window. She became his slut and sexual deviant. She needed him just as badly as he needed her.

"Close your eyes." His voice instructed, you sat cross legged on the bed facing him. You took a deep breath closing your eyes. "Open your mouth." Carefully you did so sticking out your tongue ever so slightly. You felt the thin paper like substance hit your tongue from the small square of acid. It didn't take long for it to melt, in about 30 to 45 minutes you felt the effects.

"How do you feel?" I heard Colson's voice pull me into the here and now. "I'm getting visuals." You replied. "What do you see?" You tried your best to describe what your body was feeling, "green sparks they are flying from our finger tips." You were both sitting down your back against his chest fingers brushing rhythmically against each others palms. "Come on." Colson pulled you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist he held your hands staring into your eyes.

"God you are fucking drop dead gorgeous." He whispered placing kisses along your jaw and neck area. Hovering just above the shell of your ear his warm breath tickling it you hear. "Get ready for multiple mind blowing orgasms more than one and that's even before I fuck you." You could feel a smirk forming on his face. "I can eat pussy non stop like a motherfucker on this shit, hell in fact it's my favorite thing to do." The idea alone caused an ache like no other between your legs without realizing it you let out a moan you had been suppressing. The delicate material of your low cut panties slid down your legs as he pulled them from your body. He laid down grabbing your waist he pulls you to him, "I want you to squat that sweet little pussy right here." He signaled to his smirking face. "Are you sure you will be able to breathe?" You asked awkwardly. "Not to worry, besides I get a better angle and advantage that way."

You knelt down your knees placed on either side of his head he pulled you down over his mouth plunging his tongue deep into your core. It didn't take long for your body to respond, the rhythmic motions of his lips and tongue causing your first orgasm to slam into you at full speed. You felt almost breathless your back arching from the intense feeling. "Holy shit." You moaned out. This was just the beginning to a long night of wild and intense sex that ended up opening a door to a side of you you never knew existed.