#krook

I’ve had this in my ask box for so long and I can finally answer !!

So real— Rook is just a trainwreck magnet… He is the sunshine they need to balance out their er… internal and external chaos.

1st image, left - belonging to (our lovely dm) cherie

right- belonging to @/axellior on TT

2nd image - belonging to @/alumni_zero on TT

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

FINALLY COMPLETED THIS OMG RAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I GOT MY GODAMN KROOK FIX LETS GO!😭😭💕💕💕

Ok imma pass out now I hope everyone’s day was amazing single or nah.

(Also rook’s freckles shall forever be superior even if it’s covered by makeup)

Also some alts:

Pairings: Colson x Rook x Travis Barker

Warnings/tags: face spitting, gagging, braid pulling 🤣, poly relationship, threesome, bratty Rook, braid slander, orgasm denial.

“Oh my God, does he ever shut up?” Travis asked from the passenger seat of Colson’s car on the way to the studio to record the new album. He was seriously questioning whether or not he made the right choice becoming the third addition to Colson’s and Rook’s already established relationship.

‘Nah, he’s a whiny little bitch,” Colson responded. “Sometimes I dunno what I see in him— I mean he sucks a mean cock, but besides that.

Their boyfriend had been complaining the whole ride, and the two older men were over it.

“You know I’m right here and I can hear you right?” Rook piped up from the backseat. “All I’m saying is what the fuck is the point of me even going with ya’ll if you’re not gonna let me drum on the album. It’s like ever since we added Travis to this relationship I’ve taken a backseat — literally! Rook motioned dramatically behind him.

“Cuz you still gotta learn the beats for the live shows, we’ve been over this and no , that’s just your bratty ass being jealous that it’s not just all about you anymore.” Colson snapped.

“Yeah, well I swear if you don’t let me drum on the next one, I quit!”

Colson and Travis shot each other a look before cracking up laughing.

“I’m serious!” Rook retorted.

“Suuure, ya are,” Colson reached into the back seat, keeping one hand on the wheel and his eyes on the road as he condescendingly patted Rook's leg.

“What makes you two think I’m not serious?” Rook questioned angrily.

“C’mon—“ Travis started, looking back and tilting his head down at Rook. “—We all know you’re not going anywhere.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means when I say ‘jump’ you say ‘how high?’ and everyone knows it.” Colson stated pulling into the studio parking lot. “I’ve had you whipped long before we started fuckin’. Now shut your pretty little mouth before I fill it!” Colson slammed the car into park.

“Make me!” Rook challenged.

“Oh you wanna play that game!?” Colson snatched Rook up by his braids. God he hated those things but didn’t have the heart to tell him. “Get your ass up here!” He yanked the younger man into the front seat.

“Owww, Ow, ow! What the fuck Kells!” Rook bitched.

“Let’s see how much you complain with my dick in your mouth!” Colson unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock with one hand, the other still with a tight grasp on Rook's ridiculous hair. “Gotta hold these stupid things out of the way before you choke on one.” Colson taunted gathering the braids into a makeshift ponytail and shoving Rook’s head down.”

“Stupi—?”

“Uh un,” Colson shook his head, and yanked Rook back up so he was eye to eye with him. “Less talking, more sucking.” Colson forcefully spit in his face before shoving him back down. “Open up!”

Rook did as he was told, taking Colson into his mouth and began to set a steady up and down bob.

“And while we’re at it—“ Travis chimed in. “— if you wanna whine, I can give you something to whine about.” His voice dripped with suggestion as he pulled the back of Rook’s skinny jeans down; Rooks ass propped up in the air as he sucked Colson off. “Someone needs to learn to respect their elders.” Travis advised with a hearty smack to Rook's pale ass; his handprint lingering.

“Mmghgh!” Rook let out a gurgled groan around Colson’s cock.

“Ohh what’s that’s Rookie? You want it deeper?” Colson teased. “I can arrange that,” he said, thrusting his hips up as he held Rook’s head in place.

While Rook sputtered , and gagged on Colson’s dick, Travis began prepping Rook for his dick; slipping two spit slicked fingers inside him. Every twist and turn relaxed and widened the braided boy's hole until he was ready.

“Sit on it!” Travis instructed, pulling himself free, and guiding Rook's hips back to meet his. Folded in half like a pretzel while his mouth was still attached to Colson, Rook eagerly sank down on Travis cock, his hungry hole devouring every inch.

Rook found it difficult to keep an equal and steady rotation of bouncing and bobbing at first; a brain teaser reminiscent of trying to pat your head and rub your belly at the same time, but he eventually figured it out well enough to make each man simultaneously fill him in opposite ends of his body.

“Wait, wh— what about me?” Rook questions watching both his boyfriends tuck themselves away.

“Did you really think we were gonna let you cum, after all that bitching you did?” Colson said with a snide laugh, as him and Travis exited the car.

Rook scrambled to pull his pants back up over his ass and catch up with the other two. With cum soaking his boxers as it dripped from him and his erection painfully confined in his tight jeans Rook limped into the studio. “C’mom wait up!” He called after them.

Rook Cappelletty x Colson Baker

He was across the island using the cook top to cook a pasta dish when Colson's phone was thrust his way. "You set it down and I'll look at whatever the fuck you're tryin' to show me" Rook pointed out, stirring the spices into the sauce as Colson set the phone up.

Leaning over, the weed pipe half packed un one hand, Colson pressed play with the other and dropped back into the seat, foot up in the other stool. "The trailer for 'the last son' just came out." He took pride in it so he wanted Rook to look at it.

Looking between the pasta and the phone, Rook addressed his attention more on the video playing as something caught his eyes. "Aye, baby, back that up a bit would yah" he would do it himself if he could, but both hands were occupied at the moment.

He leaned forward again, backing the video up and focused on the bowl in his hand, pressing the weed into the glass bowl. "God you're so italian sometimes" Colson snickered as Rook cursed at him in italian.

Watching it again, he bit his lip as be watched his boyfriend spin the pistol around in his hand. "You know..." Rook made an aroused moan and looked up. "Damn, do that to me, maybe?" He asked, looking at Colson.

"Do what?" Colson got up, moving opposite his side of the island and backed the video up, wrapping his arms around rooks waist. "I can't imagine there's..." his head was on rooks shoulder and his hands still as he saw what his boyfriend was talking about. "Th-" Colson put the pipe aside, grabbing Rook by the chin and looking at him.

His head was turned and tilted upwards so he was looking at Colson. "Hi" Rook beamed as Colson's tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

"Shit..." he eyed the man, licking his lip as he tightened his grip on Rook's chin. "When did my little Italian boy get so freaky?" Colson groaned as his boyfriend smiled at his, eyes innocent and lips kissable. "Yeah...fuck o-of course." He leaned down, his other hand grabbing Rook's thigh as the man stood on his toes, and kissed him, slowly, savoruing the taste of lemonade from earlier.

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Propped against the door frame, Colson ran a hand over his jaw, eyes glued on Rook as the drummer was leaned over the pool table. His boyfriend really had a disadvantage being so short, half of what made the man as cute as he was. "You may be short as fuck but you make up for it with how good you are at pool."

Looking upwards, Rook grinned at his boyfriend. "You still owe me 10 from the last time we played." Moving off to the side in front of Colson, he went for the 6, though harder to get at it was intentional as he had to lean a lite ways. "I won that game fair and square." Rook's ass, framed in tighter than usual black jeans, in Colson's direct view, he grinned when the man coughed, clearing his throat.

His voice was graveley as he spoke in his boyfriend's ear. Pulling the pistol out, Colson pressed the barrel against the man's  temple. "Remember the safe word?"  He leaned forward, hard against Rook's ass, kissing up the man's neck.

"Kinda hard to..." Rook tipped his head slightly, looking back as Colson had him pinned between himself and the table.  "...forget it" he swallowed when Colson pulled his arms behind his back and turned him around.

"I wanna hear you say it" Colson cupped Rook's ass, squeezing it as he pushed a leg between Rook's, pulling the drummer against his thigh. "Gotta hear it before I really do anything"  he nipped over the chess piece on the man's neck, letting the cold metal rest against the small of Rook's back, just below his shirt.

Feeling Colson's hand on his ass, Rook whined, unable to push backwards where Colson had him held in place. "Spa-" his breath caught as the blonde bit at his jaw, whining as his boyfriend's hand left his ass. "-ghetti" He mumbled out as he was pushed to his knees.

Momentarily dropping in on the pool table, Colson undid his sweats, grinning as Rook without worry of being walked in on, pulled them down with ease. "Uh uh" he shooed the younger man's hand away, picking the pistol up again. "You aren't the one in control this time." Colson snapped his fingers as Rook's eyes drew up. "All the way" he cocked the edge of the pistol under Rook's neck and pushed the man's head upwards.

His eyes narrowed to a glare in Colson's direction and his hands dropped as his boyfriend pushed his head upwards. "Ohhh shit" emphasizing the 'it' with a pop of his tongue, Rook recognized a power trip when he saw one and knew Colson would play this one out.

Running his hand up his shaft a couple times, Colson pulled the man's mouth open guiding himself into Rook's mouth and pulling Rook in closer. "Such a pretty face." He hummed out an "ohh god" when Rook attempted to swallow around him. "Get to it, Rookie" airing on using his boyfriends nickname somewhat derogatory.

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Running a hand over Rook's bare stomach, Colson hummed as the drummer arched upwards. "Mmm, for once..." he leaned forward, kissing over the man's tattoos, his fingers flaring out over his boyfriend's chest. "...I don't know what I want to do with you." Pistol long since discarded, hands exploring Rook as though it was their first time all over again.

"Explore, go slow, take your time." He mumbled, rocking his hips forward against Colson. "Just do something at least." Rook didn't particularly care what they did as long as it was something.

Shimmying up into a kiss, Colson tugged at Rook's bottom lip, gasping when the man took over, tongue darting over his own lips. "We never get the time to just take it all in..." he mumbled, moving back down, kissing down his boyfriend's chest, stopping at the 'made in Toledo' Tattoo

Looking down, he cocked an eyebrow when Colson's fingers drew over his stomach, tracing the outline of guns blazing. "Fascinated with it?" Rook tipped his head, humming as colson nodded with an absent minded innocence.

He felt vulnerable, out of his element compared to their usual. "Y-eah" Colson was no stranger to pleasure but the gentleness wasn't a common place.

Sensing a discomfort in the older man, Rook shifted backwards pulling Colson back with him. "You're nervous, flighty" he pressed his hands lightly against Colson's chest. "You don't willingly allow yourself to be vulnerable" Easing his boyfriend backwards, Rook gently rocked back against his boyfriend, smiling when the man sucked in a heavy breath.

Letting himself be guided by Rook, Colson looked up through his lashes, eyes gliding from hands to his boyfriend's face, gentle features, eyes bright and curious. "Mm not..." he took a sharp breath in, head lulling back as Rook bared down just enough to create friction. "Fuck"

Lacing one hand with Colson's, Rook shifted slightly and guided himself onto Colson, slowly. "Kells" he exhaled, taking his boyfriend inwards, settling on his boyfriend's moniker, easing colson back to a comfortable state.

Raking his free hand through his hair, Colson let go of a gritty moan, gasping out as Rook's tiny frame relaxed, perched on his dick as he bit his lip. "Goddd, still don't get how you do that so smooth." He half questioned if he should move or not when Rook let go of a high pitched whine, head tipping forward.

Rocking forward slowly, Rook bit down on his lip. "Not the same as a regular quickie." He moaned out once Colson's hands grabbed his hips, lifting him without struggle. "And you aren't exactly sm-alll" his breath shook as he was lowered back down, his boyfriend's eyes glued to him, stretched.

Springing up into a seated, Colson wrapped his arms around Rook's waist, guiding him slowly as the drummer attempted to fight against a whiny moan. "Only us around, and you know I love hearing you." He groaned as Rook squirmed, gripping his shoulders. 

Feeling full, His body arched into Colson, the majority of his support coming from the blonde holding him up. "Ahhh ohh fuck, kells" he hissed out as he was brought downwards, his head drawing down to Colson's hand on his stomach.

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Dropping next to Rook on the pool table, Colson pressed a hand to his chest. "Oh my fucking god, Rookie" Cocking his knee, he turned his head to the side, eyes locking on the drummer. "I've been with groupies and pornstars..." sucking a breath in, Colson let his hand drop, trapping Rook's in his. "...but you never fail to make the sex amazing." He Rook his other hand, pressing it to the man's cheek when a blush sprung up on Rook's cheeks.

Sucking his bottom lip in, he groaned half heartedly as he heard mention of Colson's ex's. "You aren't called the 'wild boy' for nothing." Rook was painfully aware of the fact his boyfriend had dated pornstars on multiple occasions. "Long as you aren't asking for a foot job the sex will stay amazing." He half teased, blushing as Colson leaned over, nipping his ear. 

So here's some sexy krook smut for the lovely @triplexdoublex that they've patiently waited months for me to finish 🥲🥲

Sorry

Hope this makes up for all that time!

Colson’s fingers are threading gently through Rook’s hair when he gets the idea.

“You should let me fuck your face.”

He doesn’t mean to say it out loud, his lips just move on their own. Maybe it’s the weed they're smoking, maybe it’s just how irresistible Rook’s wet little pout looks while the drummer scrolls through Instagram on his phone. Colson can’t be sure which one provokes it, but one thing he is certain of is how hard his dick twitches at the immediate flushed look his comment inspired.

“W-What?”

Rook’s too cute for his own good.

Colson’s mouth curls up into a smirk, fingers twirling a few chestnut strands before he tries again. “Your face. Let me fuck it.” Now that he’s said it he can’t stop imagining it.

Rook’s hazel eyes all wide, staring up at him from the floor, nose buried right against his pubes. He can almost feel the choking tightness of his drummer’s throat already.

Reflexively his fingers tighten a little and his knees shift apart.

There’s no hiding the tent forming in his pants, not while wearing gray sweats like he currently is. Colson knows Rook can see it too, even if it’s just in his peripheral vision. The almost shakey eye contact they’re making just emphasizes how hard the brunette is trying not to look at it. “Kells…”

“Cmon, I’ll be quick,” Getting to do it fast for once will be half the fun. “I’ll take care of you after too, promise.”

Just as quick as Rook looked at him in the beginning, he looks away. Eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing again while he tries to focus back on his phone screen. “No way dude, I’m not trying to die sucking a dick.” Colson doesn’t miss the way Rook’s fingers tense when his thighs flex again. “And, w-we gotta hit the head soon anyway. I told you this morning if you wanted to fuck around we shoulda did it back at the motel-“

“I wasn’t horny back then,” And besides, with how late they all stayed up partying the night before it was a drowsy rush to leave this morning. He doubts Rook would have actually agreed to let him do anything in lieu of eating breakfast.

The dude has full on bitten Colson's hand over some hash browns.

"Yeah, well tough." The drummer's cheeks are coloring pink, one of his small tatted hands rising up to try and slap away the one in his hair. "I'm not sucking you off in the middle of the bus, everyone's here-"

Colson rolls his eyes and drops his palm down to scratch through his bandmates undercut. Long legs kicking out to stretch and adjust some of the tight fabric across his crotch. "And? They're all asleep." Even if they weren't it's not like any of them would care. Ashleigh maybe, she hates walking in on sex shit, but Baze and Slim are used to seeing him and Rook fooling around by now. Tours are long, and Colson's not going to pretend they collectively haven't all fucked each other at some point anyway. Drugs can lead to some crazy decisions.

Though, Dub is one who will make a big fit if he catches them. Colson can still hear his screams of eye purity and attacks on his love for pussy from the last time.

"Asleep is where we should both be too. Jerk off in your bunk or something-" Rook moves to get up, but Colson's fingers drop down quick enough to catch the drummer by his tee. Plopping him right back against the bench before he can get far.

He's not finished trying yet.

"C’mon babe, that's not gonna feel anywhere as good as with you. Besides, we'll both sleep better after we've both come once." This time Colson dips his head down to bring their bodies a little closer. Breath fanning over the shell of Rook's ear as he talks. "I'll do that thing with my tongue that makes your legs shake. Always sleep good after that, don't you?"

Eating Rook out in the middle of the bus sounds hot too. Colson can just see the brunette's legs up in the air, arms reaching over his head to hold onto the shitty bench seats back. Whole body shaking from how hard he's trying to stay quiet.

"What if...what if they wake up?" Rook's palm pushes at his thigh, grabbing but not exactly squeezing just yet. Colson can feel the flush heating up his face just from the way the ear between his teeth warms.

He knew Rook wouldn't be able to say no to that.

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