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You never feared colson. You knew how his temper was and even on the darkest of his days you knew he would never hurt you. You knew how his eyes darkened, and the way his neck veins popped when the rage build up, and he spoke with his whole body rage fuelling his verses, his speech... A lot of the time you were glad for his anger existing.... It made him reach his highest potential, and was the reason he was so great, because he refused to settle. When he came home one day after his rally for MGK day, you were surprised expecting him to have relaxed a bunch but there was always some rude motherfucker underestimating him or being downright disrespectful. It almost got bad, you did not want to start shit, but when he came around asking ou the most obvious things like whether food was ready when he clearly saw you standing right in front of the stove, kinda set off your urge to talk back. "Nah, i threw it out the window." He raised one eyebrow. "Oh did you now?" He said, and his tone had no undercurrents of joking. He crossed his arms over his tattooed chest and you could see his muscles flex. You could have backtracked on your own speech He withdrew the joint form the corner of his lips and blew the smoke while eyeing you in a way that was almost like an apex predator circling his prey. You felt so small, and it didn't help that dude was quite literally over twice your size. "I see... Maybe i should throw *you* out the window." He stated, and you had a sudden cold slash rush through your stomach. When his big hands gripped at your waist and suddenly he was pushing you, leaving your torso half out the window, the cold wall under you making your skin get multiple goosebumps. But also you felt terrified because your flat was well over the 11th floor.. There was no screen, nothing under you as you suddenly felt his hips pushing against your ass. "Ain't it nice talking shit? You run your tongue like you got wings" Fuck. He was pissed. You wondered how much of it he meant but with your heart racing so much you could feel it on your ears you were suddenly much less rational and less willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. "You don't mean it. you wouldn't drop me." "I don't need to drop you. you can just fall." He stated and rolled his hip, his cock grinding between your as cheeks, your shorts suddenly making you feel so vulnerable as his fingers dug at your waist hard enough to bruise you Each time he thrusted your body rocked back and forth and your heart raced to your throat. Fuck... You shouldn't be enjoying this. "You're a coward. Snapping at me for talking back to you." "Coward? Oh nono, baby, i'm just teaching you some lesson Y/N. You gotta learn when to shut your pretty mouth." He moved off you, leaving you to let out a grunt at the loss of contact with his erection. He pulled a pistol off the colt attached to his belt and grazed the metal along your spine. It wasn't the first time he pulled the pistol out on you during sex. But given the already tense energy in the room which you could cut with a pencil you gasped, a bitchy little moan of a person who was biting their tongue to hold back need and urges to show him how much you wanted to be fucked senseless. "i could blow your brains out. Or i could fuck them out... But you've been misbehaving." "Either that or you've gotten soft. Aren't you all gangsta?" You regretted the words before you even could. He ripped your shorts with his hands like it was nothing and next thing you knew you were being bent over, the tube of the pistol sliding into your wetness and being pushed back and forth pounding you. You couldn't help but to wonder in the back of your head if the gun had been loaded. "Fuck- C-Colson" "Shut your pretty mouth, lemme hear your moans, baby..."

You didn't need to be told another time, your eyes rolled back as he shifted his hand making the metal rub on your g-spot. It was wide, ad made you feel like you were completely full. God, he had a way of making you remember your place... His other hand was still holding your hip as if to prevent you from tipping over the window whenever your body lunged forward as a response to the pleasure. You felt yourself clenching around the cold steel, the temperature of it changing to something warmer, as your walls tightened around it accommodating it. You started to catch yourself imagining it was his dick. You wanted it to be his dick but you knew your ran your tongue right out of that privilege. You'd be lucky if he even let you cum.

You whimpered, begging him to let you finish and he let out a dark laugh his blue eyes darkening as he mocked your begging. you kinda deserved it. "Finna cum on my big cock? Tell you who's gangsta now, needy biatch" He smirked and bit his lip. Fuck he looked good, like a demon, you knew he was being merciful in a way. He coulda been much crueler, but no... this was a warning shot. he slid the gun out from you and rubbed it on your clit, back and forth until you were right there on the edge, and then he slowed down. "You can't have my dick, not until you learn to use your mouth right..." He said and pushed you to your knee. Almost immediately your skin reddened as your knees hit the floor, and he pushed your chin down making your mouth spread wide open. His pants were sagging so he just lowered his boxers and his cock sprung up, his length in full pump making you feel thirsty. You did not get to say a word before his erection was plummeting down your throat making you slobber all over him like a bitch in heat... He always was crazy for deep throating and you got off being degraded like this. It made you feel like you belonged to him. His to ruin, break down and put back together.

"Fuck, Y/N... I forget how good your mouth feels..." He let out a growl, a feral sound which made you clench around air, you reached a hand down rubbing yourself to try and get some relief. He grabbed your hand withdrawing it from your cunt, and rolled his eyes. "Nuh uh, kitten...Daddy didn't give you permission. Now take my cock deep, once i'm done you can cum too." You focused on his shaft, breathing in through your nose. You bobbed your head back and forth along the extent of his mast, your tongue gliding against him, cushioning him. Your teeth didn't once touch him, and when you had him on your throat you moaned making the vibrations stimulate him further. He tugged at your hair, burying himself as deep in as he could, making you gag- But you clearly got your bearings together when you felt his hips jerking time and again until inevitably you felt the shots of his thick creamy spunk spilling down your throat coating your pharynx as you gulped down, the slightly fruity and a bit salty taste of his sperm a lingering taste on your tongue as he pushed himself off. He then rubbed your clit again, with his finger this time, giving you some reward for getting him off. When you finally got to cum against his fingers you were a trembling mess, stuttering his name and shivering, your head had been out the window the whole time as you came, and you were sure your neighbors were home. Fuck. But you weren't complaining. After you came, he wiped your pussy off your juices with his fingers licking them clean and smirked in the most ungodly ways before bringing you back into the flat.