been missing your presence on here this knicks playoffs run (evb looks SO good lately) 🫶🫶
My graduation ceremonies have been massively delayed this year plus setting up my masters has sent my life into absolute chaos but dw, i am screaming at my tv about these boys constantly. They look so good, I've never seen an nba finals run so clear before 👀
Oh and don't get me started on JB and JH - they need to get a room (and let me get between them)
Omg I loved part 3! I just finished reading it and I loved how you showed the progression of/her heightened sexual frustration as the weeks and months go by of her trying to enforce boundaries to her just ultimately accepting the truth and aching for him in every way. I'd love to see jp's side of things, how he's been struggling with his feelings and attraction too. Maybe not in a wet dreams style since that might be repetitive for you, maybe solo masturbation after one of their conversations. IDK, this isn't a request btw, I'm just rambling...anyways thank you for that, please continue with it.
Anon, you and me are on the same page. I really wanted to write this as a part but wasn't sure how to do it, especially cause i struggle writing male masturbation. I gave it ago and i hope it is okay 😭😭
Warnings: MINORSDNI! Yearning in a pathetic way, as implied by this ask - solo masturbation. Potential bad writing and not proof read
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Jordan could particularly feel y/n on his skin. The way her shoulder rested against the back of his arm as she leant into him. He wanted to show her a video on his phone, a TikTok he’d come across of a baby panda that he knew she had to see.
She was excited when he said he wanted to show it to her after they’d finished another photo session that had him mic’d up. He was sweaty and shirtless, but she didn’t seem to care. She sat down right beside him and didn’t shy away when she fixed her body slightly behind his as she leant in.
Jordan’s eyes didn’t leave her face as she watched the video, smiling and giggling as the panda rolled around eating and playing with its food. Jordan let the scent of her shampoo and perfume intoxicate him while he traced her lips over and over in his mind. All he wanted to do was feel how plump they were, how sticky and sweet her lip gloss was. She always wore it, and it always made him want to bend down to her height and encase her lips in his. He wanted to kiss, bite and suck them until they were swollen and purple from his love and affection. He wanted to cover her body in similar kisses until she was a withering mess beneath him. Just his to see, touch, love and hold.
When the video finished, and y/n turned to say something to him, their faces were so close that Jordan could’ve easily kissed her. He hadn’t noticed it, but as he got lost in her, his body had been pulled into her orbit, and he couldn’t break free.
Now, sitting in his car after she’d left him in the car park, Jordan felt drunk and blue. While he was showering and getting dressed, y/n had changed into her gym outfit. They had spent 10 minutes talking outside of her car, under the moonlight, and his eyes had been everywhere on her body the entire time. He tried to stay on her face, tried to hold eye contact that always seemed so easy. He always got so lost in y/n’s eyes; their kindness pulled him in, and it was like he was seen with love and as Jordan, not as Jordan Poole, the basketball player. But tonight was different. He couldn’t get the feel of her by his side off of him. He couldn’t shake the smell of her and how it seemed to linger in places she’d yet to touch, but he had spent many nights wishing she would.
Her outfit was skin tight, highlighting the fullness of her chest and behind, and how much of a woman he was really dealing with. Every day, he thought about how beautiful she was. Every day, he watched her walk past him and wished he could press up on her and feel her warmth. Jordan felt a burning desire towards her that trumped all other fleeting moments of lust he had ever experienced in his life. It was to the point that he couldn’t look at another woman that way; it was only her he could see when he closed his eyes.
That’s why the growing bulge in his pants was so annoying to him. The tight coil in his abdomen that only called her name was frustrating, and the more he ignored it, the stronger it grew.
His knuckles were white as he drove home, gripping the steering wheel so tight, you’d think it was trying to run away. He moved like a man on a mission the second he parked. His already long strides were stretched and quickened, taking steps three at a time. His bedroom called his name just as much as he called y/n’s once he was inside. His body was still burning from her touch, and he wanted to capitalise on it. Locked in his room, he ripped his shirt off and undid the tie at his waist; his sweats that were already hanging low on his hips fell to the floor.
Palming himself through the strained cotton of his underwear, Jordan sat on the edge of his bed. He pulled his plain shirt over the top of his head with one hand, feeling he couldn’t leave his member alone. Naturally, his eyes closed, and his head turned to the side y/n had been sitting not that long ago. It didn’t take much for him to feel her beside him, for him to smell her skin and her hand brushing over his.
Opening his eyes briefly, Jordan lifted his hips to pull his briefs off and reached for the lube in his bedside table. He licked the tip of his fingers and gripped his semi-hard cock and sucked in a harsh breath. He sounded in pain as he cleared his throat and squeezed a dollop of lube onto his tip.
Jordan was slow and precise with his movements as he gently massaged the lube down his shaft and rolled it over his balls. He let out stuttered breaths and groans, his lips tight with anticipation. This time, when he closed his eyes and turned his head, picturing her beside him, his mouth gaped open, and his hand tightened around his cock.
He pictured her lips first, her sweet smile with his first pump. The way he traced her lips with his eyes, he knew he could imagine them in every way possible. For now, he just thought of her smile, the way she would glide her tongue over her bottom lip when she was extra concentrated. His free hand rubbed over his stomach, caressing each of his abdominal muscles, the way he had seen her eyes do on multiple occasions.
He let out an involuntary moan, the sound strangled and pathetic. His hand gripped his member tighter and he let himself fall back against the bed, y/n’s name spilling from his lips as he did. His hips raised as he started stroking himself. He could feel each throbbing pulse strike through his dick and already, he could feel the urges building to lose all sense of self and release.
Jordan grabbed at his own thigh, imagining her perfectly manicured nails dragging along his sensitive skin. His hips bucked and he thought about her eyes and how she had been watching him today. He dragged his hand over his pecks and let out a free moan, his eyes squeezed shut while his room filled with the wet and rhythmic sounds of him beating his dick.
She wanted him too. A lot of women had looked at him with lust, and it was so identifiable that he would be blind not to see it in her. But it was different. He was sure of it. In the same way, the lust he felt for her was different. He grabbed at his balls and kneaded them as his speed quickened and his hips lifted, thinking of how, just the other night, her eyes looked so dark with lust and how rushed things had ended. He thought about the types of videos and images she edited of him, and how she played up the sexier aspects of a workout photoshoot. He knew she was feeding a crowd, but with his dick fucking into his hand, he thought about how she was a part of that crowd, too.
He swore loudly, his second hand moving to jerk off his flaming tip while his other continued to stroke his shaft. Both hands gripped tightly, and Jordan’s head pushed back into the mattress. He bit his bottom lip, sounds of pleasure escaping his body as he thought about her, working late into the night on content about him, and how she looked at him. And how that could change when she was home and alone.
“Oh fuck,” Jordan moaned out to no one, his eyes still squeezed shut, his hands working his dick faster.
He pictured her beside him again, in her skintight gym outfit. He wished he could’ve spun her around and fully appreciated what stood before him. He wished he could’ve pressed her against her car and run his hands down her body. He called out loudly, something that sounded like her name and a moan of pain as his body lifted from the bed again.
He slapped the head of his cock hard and groaned at the heat that was spreading through him. He wasn’t usually like this, he told himself as he kept picturing her in dirty ways, usually his thoughts were tame. But he wanted her so badly. His hands worked his cock faster while his hips thrust up into them, and he thought of the sounds she would make for him. How her pretty lips would part and his name would tumble from them again and again.
Would she talk nastily to him? Would she egg him on? She would look so beautiful on top of him, riding his cock in the position he was in now. He wished he could kiss her and have her lips all over him. He thought about her kissing his neck, biting his shoulder and his moans just kept getting louder. The coil in his stomach was burning through his skin and he was fighting everything to stay as he was.
He knew he was on the verge of cumming, yet still, a part of him didn’t want to do it without her. He pictured her beside him again, still in her gym gear, but instead with her hand in her pants and her other one gripping and clawing at his thigh. He thought of her beautiful brown skin, how it would look on his, and how perfect her lips were. He pictured her cumming and saying his name, her body thrashing and losing control just as his would now.
Hot white ropes of cum spurted out of Jordan’s cock, and all he could say was her name. His body expelled every ounce of pleasure he’d built up, and it was heavy. The air around him stilled as his breathing started to sound normal, his chest continuing to rise and fall at a heightened rate. The room smelt like sex and her skin. It felt like a cruel reminder that this fantasy he had would not come to actuality any time soon. And that this simply was, just a fantasy.
Reluctantly, Jordan sat up and started to clean himself up. Just as he was getting ready to shower, for the second time in the past 2 hours, his phone screen lit up. Y/n didn’t usually text him outside of work hours, but it seemed she felt she had to today.
Across town, y/n had just finished up at the gym, and while she had been doing her warm-up and cool down on the treadmill, she’d edited a couple of clips from their session tonight with the idea of posting them tomorrow. It played into the “grind” culture that led to more engagement from male followers, but also showed off Jordan’s body and how beautiful and sexy he was when he was moving. It was different from their usual content, so y/n had sent it to him to see what he thought. She wanted his feedback before she finished the rest.
What do you think? Too much for you, or just the right amount?
Jordan had smiled a little, watching the video back and realising, yet again, that she was on the same page as him in some ways. This was not a normal video that one just edits for engagement. He sent off a simple approval, then immediately got under the cold stream of water to get himself out of his head.
Giggling and kicking my feet everytime you post a new jp fic I love it here <33 also you literally made it the title of the fic and I still was shocked you got me girl!!
Thank you!!! Honestly biggest compliment that it still caught you off guard - it was supposed to feel so real in an upsetting way lol.
synopsis: reader tries to set boundaries between her and Jordan, per the recommendation of her boss, and instead finds her mind filling the gaps she was blanking from her imagination.
warnings: mature content! MINORS DNI oral, male receiving, brief intercourse that is implied to be unprotected. Not proofread!
word count: 2.9k
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Another late night at the practice facility with Jordan meant another night of tossing and turning in your bed, trying not to think too much about him.
He’s just a basketball player.
The simple statement was being thrown around your head like a lost ball. Nowhere to go, no direction in mind. Just aimlessly floating through every corner of your mind, bouncing off of walls just to cross to the front of everything again.
“He’s just a basketball player,” you mumbled to yourself as you clicked off your desk lamp after slinging your bag over your shoulder.
It was just past 10 pm, and you were exhausted. Saying goodbye to Jordan on the court some 5 minutes ago was hard. Talking to him felt like talking to someone you’d known your whole life. Conversation flowed so easily, and time passed in the blink of an eye. Just the other day, he’d walked past as you were grabbing an energy drink from the vending machine down the hall from your office, and when you returned to your desk, more than 45 minutes had passed. You could’ve sworn it had only been five minutes – you couldn’t believe it.
You’d packed your camera away just before 9 pm that night, and Jordan had said that he was probably going to head home soon, too. But then you got talking, and he asked about your weekend plans, which somehow led to discussing your families and the holidays. At one point, the two of you were just passing the ball back and forth, kind of making comments about the upcoming games he had, but mostly just staring at each other and smiling.
You needed to set boundaries with him, like actual, solid boundaries. Or this was just going to get worse and worse. A workplace crush was fine as long as it didn’t get in the way of you doing your work; that had always been your mentality. Work crushes made the days more fun and kept you entertained when you were stuck with your head down. There was no way you could bend this statement to apply it to your current situation, though. Jordan was your muse, 75% of your workday evolved around him. He was the centre of your job and your biggest projects. The fine lines that so often separated these parts of your life were blurred and almost invisible.
You needed boundaries, or everything you had worked so hard to get would crumble around you. It was on your to-do list, literally the second item under ‘get new toothpaste’ was ‘set boundaries with Jordan ASAP’. You were going to the grocery store on your way home, and after that, it would be at the top of your list. A bottle of Pinot Gris and rewatching Love Island were calling your name, alongside your favourite pen and journal that never went longer than two days without you scribbling in it.
The next week, you were determined to establish the boundaries. This time, when Jordan and you bumped into each other, you kept an eye on your watch and excused yourself when five minutes passed.
“You know I like talking to you,” you had said as you took a few steps away from him, you needed to create more space, “but I really have to get back to work.”
“Don’t let me hold you back,” Jordan smiled, throwing his hands up in a playful manner, “go be great.”
You waved goodbye and quickly made your way back to your office. It felt so wrong ending the conversation before you were ready. It was like a full-length 80-minute episode’s script was stuffed at the top of your throat and waiting to be spit out. On top of feeling like you could talk about a million other things with him, you were praying that cutting the conversation short didn’t come off as rude.
Jordan wasn’t stupid, and you knew for certain that it wouldn’t take long for him to pick up on the fact that you were barely talking to him outside of work-related things. You didn’t want him to think something had happened between the two of you, or that you didn’t like him anymore. That wasn’t true. If anything, you were starting to like him way too much. But you couldn’t tell him, and you sure as shit weren’t about to blow up the boundaries you’d just set for yourself.
“Are you good?” Jordan had asked you in your office after he’d approved a video, a few weeks after you’d implemented the boundaries. “You’ve seemed a little off recently.”
You smiled up at him, picking up a stack of papers to straighten and file away in your bottom drawer of used video ideas.
“I’m okay,” you reassured him, “things have just been really hectic recently, and I’m just trying to find a proper balance and routine, you know?”
Jordan nodded his head in response, jutting his bottom lip out a bit as he did so. “I feel you,” he nodded one last time before patting your door frame.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Same time.”
With that, he disappeared from your office, and you felt a weight lifted from your shoulders. You slumped back in your desk chair and blew air through your lips in frustration. The same words that had been replaying in your mind over and over again came out of your mouth without you even thinking, as had become your new normal.
“He’s just a basketball player.”
Lying in bed without distraction was always the hardest part after a day spent working with or around Jordan. Every time you closed your eyes, flashes of him flickered across your eyelids.
Him training, him laughing, him wearing casual-wear, him in only his basketball shorts rolled all the way up, him drenched in sweat and zoned in, him carefully adjusting his clothes before walking out of the hotel for game-time fits. You were documenting a majority of his life for this little PR project. That meant there was little you hadn’t seen him do. It made it so easy for your mind to spin tales higher than the trees are tall and longer than the river that runs through Tanzania.
The scenes that untangled when you finally drifted into a light slumber were nothing short of creative and intense. You could practically feel Jordan’s lips drag against the skin of your stomach as his large hands parted your thighs. Your bed dipped and your sheets twisted under both your squirming bodies. From dusk till dawn, your bodies were intertwined, your arms holding each other close. Lips constantly almost touching, drifting over one another but never meeting.
This was all that you wanted. Your mind never let it fall too far away. The issue was that you were sure Jordan had picked up on the way you looked a little too long when he was drenched in sweat and shirtless. There was no reason for him to stand as close to you as he had recently. Did he really need to see the photos you’d just taken right then and there?
The smell of his cologne and his sweat was intoxicating. You could practically predict how beautifully it would mix with the thick scent of sex. You’d been drunk off of him in no time, eyes squeezed shut with his name passing through your lips over and over again while he pushed into you from behind. Begging for more and more, you’d watch his hand disappear between your thighs, him forcing you to look him in the eye while he took what was his.
You could see it unfolding anywhere. You finally reaching your peak and locking the door to your office one day after showing him a video. Jordan would be sitting there with his legs spread in some grey sweatpants. He’d be leaning forward, watching the video intensely. It would take everything in you not to stare at his crotch, wondering what was going on under there and if you really could deal with seeing him walk around. He would approve of the video; he always did, but this time, when you would stand up, you wouldn’t start directing him out the door. Instead, you would stand between his spread legs, put your hands on his shoulders and kiss him. Hard.
You sighed, rolling onto your side in your bed and gently caressing your own thigh. You needed to stop getting so caught up in all these thoughts. One day, it would backfire. One day, a part of your daydream would slip into reality, and you would be fucked.
One day, exactly like today.
You were staying late again, it was an agreement you and Jordan had come to share. He came and knocked on your office door when he was about to head down to the court. It was just going to be him getting shots up, he reassured you, though it always was just him. You joined him on the court after what felt like 5 minutes, but already, Jordan had taken off his shirt, and he was drenched in sweat.
He looked delicious. You couldn’t help but stare. Every part of you just wanted to pull him into the locker room and lick up and down every part of his body.
“You’re staring,” Jordan said, standing in front of you, looking down at where you sat on the benches. You looked up at him quickly, away from his beautiful torso and V-line that was right in your eyeline and made you want to pull down his shorts and take in every inch of him.
“Now you’re really staring,” Jordan remarked, and you finally pulled your eyes away and looked up at him.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. You had sworn you did look away the first time. “You just look really yummy.”
Your cheeks burnt the second the sentence left your mouth. You had heard it, not in your head, but outloud. And worst of all, so had Jordan.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” you started blubbering as you apologised, shaking your head and avoiding looking at him. You stood up quickly, not even thinking about how close you were to him, and suddenly, his hands were on your shoulders, pushing you down again.
“Don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, that crooked smile, ever so charming, lulling you into a sense of security. “I stare at you all the time, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he nodded and reached his hand out to cup your chin. His thumb caressed your face gently.
“I can’t help myself. Sometimes, you just look too damn sexy, especially when you’re walking away from me, or when you’re tryna get the perfect shot. You get this hard look on your face, and you’re completely in the zone. Every time I see it, it makes me wanna kiss you. Honestly, most of the time when I see you, I’m trying not to press you up against a wall and feel you all around me.” Jordan’s doe eyes lazily drifted over you, taking in how you reacted to his words. He smiled at you, as if he knew more than he should.
“That’s exactly why I limit our time together,” you confessed, leaning into his hand. “There are so many places I’ve thought about us, so many ways I’ve thought about you.”
“What about just now? What were you thinking then?” He cocked his head to the side and took the slightest step closer to you.
“I was thinking about licking you all over,” you blushed, “licking the sweat off of you, following this line all the way down to your cock.” Your finger dragged along his V-line, and you felt yourself pulling closer to him.
“You can, you know,” you didn’t dare look up at him, “I wouldn’t stop you.”
You nodded your head and cautiously moved your face closer to his body. You stuck your tongue out and just kissed it over his skin, dragging from one ab muscle to another. He was so salty on your tongue, so sweet and smooth, and perfect. You moaned at the taste of him. When you licked him next, it was longer, braver. You found his V-line and licked both sides of his hips. He brushed your hair out of your face as you did it, quite hums of pleasure pouring out of him.
Then, like magic, you were on your knees on the hardwood floors and nothing hurt. His shorts were down around his ankles, and his cock was in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat while he moaned and groaned your name.
“Fuck, yes baby,” he spoke harshly in a way you’d never heard him, “take this big dick down your throat like a good girl.” You moaned at his words, opening your throat as much as you could.
Your throat burnt every time he thrust into you, but you kept wanting more and more. You grabbed at his hips and hollowed your cheeks. You loved the feeling of his cock in your mouth; you could feel every vein, every ridge, and you couldn’t help but think about how that would feel in your pussy.
“That’s it,” Jordan praised you as you swirled your tongue around his tip, spitting on top of him and playing with his balls, “you’ve been waiting for this dick, huh?”
“Oh, I’ve been dreaming ‘bout this dick,” you pumped him slowly, long strokes with his tip in your mouth, “you ain’t even had it, and this pussy’s all yours.”
“Come with me,” Jordan said, helping you to your feet quickly, “we gotta go somewhere else for this.”
You didn’t ask any questions but watched as Jordan quickly pulled his shorts up before grabbing your hand again and leading you away. You followed quickly, your pussy calling out for whatever was coming, excited and ready for whatever was coming.
He led you to your office, the last place you thought he would go. He closed the door and locked it behind you, dropping his pants before he turned to face you and pushed you against your desk.
“I’ve had this exact dream,” you half moaned as he pulled your pants down, his hands rubbing up and down your body afterwards. He groped your breasts with both hands, groaning at the feeling and bit at your neck. Your head lulled back, and you breathlessly moaned his name.
“Stop teasing me,” you moaned, turning in his arms, “don’t you want to be inside me?” You pushed your ass back into him, presenting your wet pussy for him. He grabbed at your ass, spreading your cheeks and groaned your name before his hand landed hard on your cheek.
“You want me so bad,” he teased, his hand pressing into your lower back so you would arch more, “you want me to fuck you right here, against your desk so you can remember me every time you’re sitting here, working.”
“Yes, baby,” you moaned, “I wanna be thinking about you and how you feel inside me every time I’m sitting right here.”
Jordan spanked you, mumbling something about a naughty girl to himself, “I’ve wanted to do this to you ever since that first night we met.”
“Stop teasing me, Jordan,” you pushed your hips back against him, this time feeling his cock against your ass cheek, “take what’s yours, baby, come inside this pussy.”
“You’re such a greedy girl, aren’t you?” Jordan teased, his hands now firmly on your hips, holding you in place. “You don’t just want this cock, you want my babies too.” his lips pressed against your bare shoulder; you didn’t remember taking off your shirt.
You couldn’t even process what he’d say before he’d lined up his dick with your entrance and had pushed himself inside of you. You called out his name loudly and started moaning like a pornstar with every steady stroke he made. His groans joined yours as his hands moved around your body. He groped at your tits, pinching your nipples and jiggling them, feeling how they moved with his stroke. He watched your ass cheeks bounce back at every thrust of his hips, and he felt how you moved with him, throwing it back to meet you.
He felt so deep inside you, stretching your pussy out. It felt so good, so real. It almost didn’t make sense when your phone started to buzz from your bedside table, your alarm echoing throughout your room.
It was 5 am. You needed to get up and get to the gym before work. You needed to deal with how your body was burning for Jordan, begging for him. You needed to pull it together.
But still, you smiled to yourself as you dragged your hands up your torso and over your breasts. You pictured the rough pads of his fingers and let out a sigh of content, and then a groan of frustration.
The season would keep moving, you reassured yourself, and once it ended, everything would change. Boundaries would no longer push the two of you apart; in fact, you’d tear every wall down the second you handed in your letter of resignation.
It was decided, probably long before you’d even acknowledged the thought. You were quitting once the season ended, and then you were going straight to Jordan and making all these wet dreams a reality. Who cares how it looked? You needed him more than sleep, more than oxygen.
Guys!!! Please send requests with prompts/scenarios and players to my inbox. I'm in a weird writer's block where I just can't seem to get past the opening and actually just write smut.
I'll take this post down when I have enough, but PLEASE, help a girl out. I just wanna write smut again that doesn't feel robotic, and I fear this is the only way I can think to try.
I am open to any NBA players, perhaps some NFL players if they're the right guy, and the same for the NRL. Just please, send scenario and prompts with them 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
Guys!!! Please send requests with prompts/scenarios and players to my inbox. I'm in a weird writer's block where I just can't seem to get past the opening and actually just write smut.
I'll take this post down when I have enough, but PLEASE, help a girl out. I just wanna write smut again that doesn't feel robotic, and I fear this is the only way I can think to try.
I am open to any NBA players, perhaps some NFL players if they're the right guy, and the same for the NRL. Just please, send scenario and prompts with them 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
A/N: So this was requested and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I won't yap, I need to get on with uni work! I hope you guys enjoy some Colston smut 😋🥰
Summary: Colston hasn't paid his girl enough attention, so she takes things into her own hands.
WC: 4.5k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI please!), cockwarming, oral (m receiving), semi voyeurism (he's on voice chat with the boys while she sucks him off), penetration (p in v), dirty talk, this is truly feral guys, please blame the way he looks in that video of him gaming with Luther 🫦
The house is still buzzing with that post-win energy that you just can’t get enough of.
You could feel it the second Colston came through the door. His entire huge frame was practically shaking with adrenaline, completely unable to sit still for more than a few minutes.
Even though he didn’t score a touchdown, he had the game of his life, and that was enough for you to give him the best head he’s received all season.
As you chop up some vegetables for dinner, you can’t help but smirk at the memory of him coming apart beneath your mouth, head tilted back against the back of the couch while the vein in his neck popped. One of his huge hands had found their usual spot cradling the back of your head to keep you there.
In Colston’s mind, there’s no feeling better than the sight of your mouth taking every inch of him, a mixture of saliva and him dribbling down your chin as he comes inside your mouth, but there’s something extra special about it being after a huge win.
The Bears are bound for the divisional playoffs, and you’re going to be standing by him through every step.
Now, though, the tension has reduced to a simmer.
Colston’s been upstairs in his gaming room playing Madden with a few of the boys for a couple of hours. Echoes of shouts, whoops and the occasional swearword tumble down to you in the kitchen and you smile at the thought of him being happy.
This is the happiest you’ve seen him since your Michigan days. You’re loving every second of his Bears career, and it’s only the start.
But you can’t help but feel a little… neglected tonight. A little forgotten about. Colston has barely spoken to you since dinner, just a quick smile here and there while he’s locked in.
So, a plan has formulated in your brain.
A wicked smile appears on your face as you prepare the last of the vegetables, then pad upstairs to the gaming room.
He doesn’t even acknowledge you when you poke your head through the doorway. He just continues chipping whoever’s on the other end of the headset, probably Rome and DJ.
The lights are low. Colston’s face is illuminated by the faint blue glow from the PlayStation. His voice is still hoarse from the game yesterday and it sends a vibration of pure desire shooting up your spine.
‘Colst?’ you ask quietly.
No response.
‘Colston.’
Nothing.
You huff to yourself in annoyance and move further into the room, standing behind his chair.
Still, though, he doesn’t notice you. Normally, he senses you the minute you walk in, but now? It’s like you’re a ghost.
The more you stare at him, the more feral you’re starting to feel.
He’s sat in the chair with his feet on the floor, huge thighs bulging enough to threaten to rip the unfairly small Bears shorts he’s wearing and his hair mussed from the headset. He’s wearing a plain white tee that stretches taut across his chest and shoulders, long legs stretched out lazily in front of him.
After a few minutes of watching his game from behind him, you make a decision.
Enough is enough.
You’re in dire need of attention. Your body craves his hands on you like a drowning man craves oxygen.
Now is the time to pounce.
When you round the chair to face him, his eyes flick briefly over to you and he smiles softly at you.
‘Hey, you good?’ he asks. Even in those three little words, he’s distracted and not looking at you properly, attention completely focused on the game.
You don’t respond.
Instead, you move slowly towards him, toes curling into the carpet as if they’re the only thing that’s anchoring you to the ground.
It’s only when you’re standing over him, your shadow from the screen behind you falling over his rugged face, that he finally looks at you properly. His eyes are darkening as he takes in your appearance, one of his old Michigan shirts and a pair of shorts, legs on full show in front of him.
Colston’s mouth goes dry at the sight of you. The controller slides from his hands onto the couch next to him, forgotten at last. You can hear DJ’s voice in his headset, calling his name as the game continues without him, but he doesn’t respond.
‘You’ve been ignoring me all evening, Colly,’ you murmur to him. ‘Been patient all evening. Been waiting for you.’
‘I’ve been right here, baby,’ he mumbles pathetically.
‘But I need attention.’
You step forward to close the distance even further and waste no further time in lowering yourself not so carefully onto his lap, knees moving to bracket themselves on either side of his hips. He grunts as the weight of you falls onto him. One of his hands moves instinctively to hold your waist, where your thigh curves into your ass, and squeezes.
His face falls slack in shock at the sight of you sat on his lap like this. He can feel your core dripping through your shorts. The groan that threatens to bubble up out of his mouth is sinful, and then you have the audacity to rub his firm pecs, hands gliding up to his shoulders…
He’s in dangerous territory. He knows that far too well.
‘Darlin’, you didn’t say anythin’.’
You rock your hips, just once, and the impact is immediate. He hisses through his teeth at the friction and has to physically look away from you, rubbing his face with one hand while the other remains on your ass.
‘I said something. I said something a few times, actually. You just weren’t listening.’ You shift yourself so you’re sat right on top of his dick. You can feel it hardening beneath you, the thought making you tremble with excitement.
‘What’s your plan?’ he asks with a devilish smirk.
You lean in and press a kiss to the shell of his ear. His skin erupts with goosebumps at the feeling of your breath fanning his neck as you mutter the next sentence to him, almost purring with need.
‘Pull your shorts down, Colly.’
He looks at you, eyes wide. All traces of the arrogant smirk are gone.
‘B-but…’
You cut him off with a kiss to his mouth. It’s hard and needy, enough to make his dick throb under you. He grinds his teeth when you rock your hips into him again, slow, purposeful and deliberate.
‘I said, pull your shorts down, Loveland,’ you hiss against his lips.
It doesn’t take him long to obey. A few seconds, at most. As much as he’s dreading the real possibility of embarrassing himself in front of his teammates, there’s nothing he loves more than fucking your mouth. He knows he’s not paid you enough attention tonight. This is his comeuppance.
His wide hips shimmy underneath you, bucking up as he lowers his shorts with shaking fingers.
Seconds later, his fully hard length springs free from his shorts. It’s huge, thick and veiny, already leaking with precum that you can’t wait to taste. Colston actually swears under his breath when you rock your hips again, harsher and more provocative than before.
‘Baby, fuck, the boys…’ he whispers urgently.
‘The boys are grown men. So are you,’ you singsong sweetly into his ear again. ‘You’ve found this stupid game so interesting for the whole evening, surely not even a nice little blowjob can distract you?’ Your lips graze across his cheek, down his jaw and find that sweet spot on his neck.
Colston whimpers into your neck when you suck and nip at the skin next to his Adam’s apple, and you can tell he’s trying so hard not to be caught on the still-hot mic.
You pull back to reach across him, grab the controller and push it back into his hand.
‘Keep playing. Keep quiet,’ you order quietly. ‘Don’t you dare mute yourself, because I’ll know.’
His shoulders move as he inhales deeply, trying to keep the last morsel of composure, but then you shift position, moving yourself so you’re kneeling on the carpeted floor between his huge legs.
‘You are…’ he starts to say, but breaks off when you kiss the inside of his muscular thigh.
You giggle softly.
‘What am I, Colly?’
‘You’re a fuckin’ menace, is what you are.’
Another kiss, higher up his thigh this time.
‘You love it.’
And God forgive him, he does.
When you finally take his length in your mouth, his whole body jolts at the sensation. He fists the arm of the couch. One of your hands braces yourself on his thigh while the other wraps around his calf. Your teeth scrape up his shaft and he claps a hand over his mouth to stop the grunt from being caught by the mic.
‘Are you playing?’ you purr in between kissing his tip. He closes his eyes and nods weakly.
‘Y-yeah, yeah baby, I’m… I’m playing.’
‘Good boy.’
He swears under his breath again, head tilting back onto the back of the couch.
You hear Rome on the headset, asking Colston if he’s good for another round, and you nod encouragingly up at him while hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper into your mouth. His mouth purses in shock, but you tap his thigh as if to say, ‘use your words.’
‘Ye-yeah, man, let’s… let’s do this…’ He looks down at you as he says the last three words, as if challenging you. You smile up at him, impossibly sweet and demure, and bat your eyelashes.
You work him expertly. His enormous bulk is tense as he feels you swirl his dick around your mouth, then pull away to press gentle kisses to the bulbous tip. His huge hands tremble violently in their effort to keep hold of the controller. Every few seconds, he glances down at you, the sight of you on your knees in front of him, slurping on his cock and the mixture of your saliva and his precum dribbling down your chin gradually proving too much.
Instinct tells him to rock his hips to fuck your mouth, but he’s winning on the game, he doesn’t want to be the reason they lose…
‘Holy f-fuck,’ he gasps quietly out of nowhere when he feels his length hitting the very back of your throat. Part of you hopes the gag that retches out of your throat isn’t caught on the mic, while another, bigger part of you secretly hopes it is.
He’s normally swearing like a sailor while playing, especially Madden, but the game’s loading with no action taking place.
‘Bro, you good?’ DJ laughs over voice chat.
Colston glares at you, trying to hold some semblance of composure together, but fails the second he sees you lick his length from his balls right to the tip. A strand of saliva sticks to your lips as you pull away from him with dark eyes and swollen lips.
‘’m fine, just… external interference,’ he replies darkly, but there’s no threat behind it. He’s enjoying himself far too much, seeing you kneeling in front of him and taking all of him in your mouth. He’s exercising so much self control; usually he’s loud during sex, especially when you give him head, but having to keep his mouth shut is proving harder than he first thought.
Another groan threatens to bubble up from his throat, deep and rumbling.
‘Stay focused, Colly, keep playing,’ you murmur.
‘Please, baby,’ he mouths at you. ‘I love you, I’m sorry.’
You just smirk back at him, shrug your shoulders as if to say, ‘what’re you gonna do about it?’, and take him back in your mouth. He actually has to close his eyes and removes a hand from the controller to cradle the back of your head, encouraging you to bob your head up and down on his dick. His hips buck up and down in time with your rhythm.
The room is humid, the air thick with tension. The smell of sex is already lingering and he’s not even inside you yet.
The moment that seals the deal is when you hum contentedly against his dick. He’s close, you can feel it, but the vibration of your voice on his dick accelerates the feeling of his high approaching him. His hips have become sluggish in their rocking motion into your mouth. His face is tense, eyebrows furrowed, and it’s not because he’s focused on the game.
Colston’s hand leaves the back of your neck to grab a pillow for him to moan into, but quick as a flash, you reach up and knock it clean out of his grasp. He widens his eyes at you, wordlessly pleading with you for some semblance of dignity.
You just smirk up at him. He momentarily sees stars at the sight of your watermelon lipgloss coating his dick in a layer of thin pinkish hue and mixing with his precum and your saliva.
‘Oh, sweetheart,’ he moans out loud as his high approaches with gathering speed like a tsunami threatening the coastline.
There’s a very heavy silence on the other side of the headset.
You pause, just for a second, shoulders heaving with silent giggles at the way he’s just told on himself, then hum again, eyes watering at the feeling of his dick continually hitting the back of your mouth over and over again, the result of his hips repeatedly snapping up to fuck your mouth in that delicious rhythm.
The boys have gone quiet again, but neither of you care. One of them asks what’s going on. They definitely know by now that something’s going on with him.
Colston doesn’t answer. He’s too busy focusing on his dick throbbing in your mouth, close to reaching that high.
With one final bob of your head and one last suck on the most sensitive part of his tip, you feel his cock seize beneath your lips. Warmth hits the back of your throat, spilling so fast that it makes you retch again, this time loudly, loud enough for the boys to hear. His head rocks back to the back of the couch and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he breathes hard through his nose. Your eyes water with pleasure at the feel of him slipping down your throat. What you can’t swallow dribbles out of your mouth and down your chin.
You gaze up at the man sat above you. His broad chest is heaving with adrenaline from his high. When he looks down at you, eyes hooded and dark upon locking with yours, there’s a thin film of sweat on his forehead. Your hair is tangled from his fingers threading through it.
Colston gestures with his hand for you to come back up to him. You crawl back up his chest and lock your arms around his neck, fingers combing through the hairs at the back of his head, while your knees sit on either side of his hips again. He’s still breathing heavily under you as his arms hold you steady, fingers splayed across your back and rubbing up and down. His cock is still hard, slapping against his happy trail down to his shorts.
You rest your head on his shoulder with your face turned towards him.
‘Hey,’ he murmurs quietly to you as the boys load in another game. You look up at him and he kisses you, hand cradling your jaw. ‘Keep me warm, baby girl?’ He smirks at the sight of your entire face lighting up with a feral grin when you realise what he’s saying.
Neither of you say another word. He adjusts his position, sitting lower in the couch and widening his hips to allow you to sink yourself onto him, both of you closing your eyes in pleasure at the stretch he gives you.
‘One more game, baby girl, then I’m yours.’ His lips graze your shoulder, pressing quiet kisses to your neck as they move up to finally capture your mouth.
He sighs into your mouth when he tastes himself on your lips.
‘’M gonna fuck you so good, honey, right here on this couch,’ he promises into the kiss. ‘Make up for the evenin’ you spent without me. ‘M sorry.’
You squeeze your arms tighter around his thick neck, reassuring him that you forgive him.
‘Focus, Colly, get us the dub.’
The game starts, and for a few minutes, all you can hear is the roar of the crowd within the screen and his fingers padding at the controller. There’s the occasional flick of the joystick and he hisses to himself when he misses a chance.
Through it all, he stays buried to the hilt inside you. Every now and then, your pelvic bone rocks against him to get some friction, or you tighten your pelvic muscles around him. When you do so, his arm grips you tighter. It’s his way of wordlessly confirming, ‘yeah, I’m here, I haven’t forgotten’, although with you draped across his chest and his dick deep inside you, it’s hard to think of anything but you.
At last, the final whistle blows and the boys cheer at the win.
Colston can’t log off fast enough. The second the game saves, he’s turned off the console and thrown the controller somewhere onto the floor, a problem for the future.
‘You,’ he growls. ‘Are a fuckin’ menace.’ His arms hold you flush to his chest and he all but throws you down onto the couch. He looms above you, smiling all the same at your triumphant grin that you got what you wanted. ‘If you wanted me so bad, baby girl, you just had to say.’ He leans down to kiss your forehead that’s already beading with sweat.
You shrug innocently.
‘My way was more fun, don’t you think?’
He leans down to kiss you again, smirking against your mouth.
‘If by fun you mean, I just embarrassed myself in front of my teammates, then yeah.’
You scrunch your nose and grin wickedly. No shame. No apology.
Colston immediately shimmies your shorts down your legs and they join his shorts on the floor, to be forgotten about for now. He spreads your legs and lines his cock, the tip brushing your entrance, teasing you.
‘So lucky, baby, can’t believe I get to call this pretty pussy mine,’ he murmurs into your ear. ‘You made me feel so good back there, baby, took all of me in that perfect mouth like the good girl you are.’
This time, it’s your turn to whimper. Your fingers fist his shirt, wanting more contact.
‘Off,’ you mumble. Quick as a flash, he shrugs it off over his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor.
‘Your turn, sweetheart, let me see all of you.’
He helps you out of the Michigan shirt. When it joins the rest of your clothes on the floor, he groans at the sight of your tits. The nipples are hard and the skin is stippling from the sudden change in temperature.
‘Look at these beautiful tits, all mine,’ he murmurs, immediately taking a breast into his mouth. The other hand kneads your other tit, swirling the nipple around.
His tip continues to nudge your entrance and you squirm with need, hands tangling in his hair and pulling gently.
‘C-Colston… pl-please…’ you stammer. He chuckles into your chest.
‘What do you want, baby girl? Use that snarky mouth of yours, I know you can, darlin’.’
Your body jerks when his teeth gently nip at your nipple, teasing you.
‘Words, baby girl.’
‘Need… need you inside… me, please, Colly.’ Your breathing is heavy beneath him, and he knows exactly what you want.
Colston pulls back to watch you writhe underneath him for a second longer, before he gives you what you want.
‘Atta girl,’ he murmurs into your neck, and then he’s sliding inside you, thick and whole. ‘Wanna get cracked, sweetheart? Want to feel all of me?’
You nod eagerly, but you know that won’t suffice.
Sure enough, he mutters, ‘words, please,’ into your collarbone in between pressing kisses and nipping at the skin there.
‘Give it to me, Colston, give it all to me, I can take it.’
He smiles proudly against your skin and you immediately feel him bottoming out inside you.
‘Fuck, baby, you’re so tight f’me,’ he hisses through his teeth as he feels himself deep inside you. ‘This good, baby girl?’
‘Yes, Col, feels, fuck, feels so good…’
He gives you a second to adjust, before he snaps his hips up, fucking you in that delicious way only he knows how.
The sounds that fill the room are sinful; your moans of pleasure as he hits that sweet spot inside you, his grunts of exertion, the couch creaking and begging for mercy beneath the two of you as he intensifies the rhythm, and the sound of skin slapping against skin as he drives into you over and over again.
Your body arches beneath him as his hips continue to snap above you, driving his dick deeper inside you, but his hand moves to your abdomen, keeping your body down where he wants you.
‘Stay right there, don’t you dare move,’ he drawls. His Idaho accent always thickens during sex, and you love it. Your favourite thing in the world is seeing the country boy fall out of him, and it’s always when it’s just the two of you, when he’s deep inside you, that it happens.
‘Fuck… Col, oh my… you’re so… so deep…’
He grins happily and kisses you again, sweaty forehead resting against yours.
‘Yeah, feel that, baby girl? Takin’ me so good, see that? Look down, baby, look at us.’
You glance down at your pussy and your eyes immediately widen when you see the way his hips are driving in and out of you, like a train’s pistons. He’s thick and hard, coated in a mixture of your slick and his cum that’s left over from your mouth.
‘Fuck,’ you whimper.
‘Still good, honey?’ he asks gently, impossibly gentle for how hard he’s fucking you.
‘I’m good, Col, I… fuck, I love you,’ you reply. Your hands move up to cradle his jaw, pulling him down close to you so you can kiss him fervently.
‘I love you too, sweet girl, love how good you take me, love this perfect pussy. Made f’me, like God made you just for me.’
Colston has a unique way of talking absolute filth into your ear while also making it perfectly sweet and loving.
‘Talk to me, sweetheart, tell me how good you feel.’
Waves of pleasure wash over you. You can feel it start to crest, that familiar feeling in your abdomen twisting and coiling with every piston of his hips into you.
‘I’m, fuck, I’m close, Colston, please… feel so good.’ It comes out as little more than a whimper. Your entire body is on fire. Every synapse is firing on high. You feel him in every part of you, he’s all you can think of. Nothing else matters, not while he’s making love to you like this.
‘C’mon, baby, let me hear you, show me how good I make you feel,’ he whispers encouragingly.
You’re close. It’s like walking the edge of a dangerous cliff, close enough to the edge for one little push to make you fall.
That little push comes in the form of Colston’s fingers reaching for your clit. He works your clit perfectly, just like he always does, and you know from the way the coil is completely stretched in your stomach that you’re seconds away from that delicious high…
He thumbs a circle into your clit and the coil snaps.
With a scream of his name, you come crashing down over the edge, orgasm hitting you like a semi truck going twice the speed limit. Your entire body is trembling. Your legs are already spasming as the aftershocks of your high reverberate through you.
Colston chuckles happily at the sight of you coming apart around him, and he follows you seconds later, filling you up to the brim with his warmth.
His hips cease in their snapping movements, but he remains looming above you as the adrenaline starts to seep out of his system. His huge arms move to brace himself on either side of you.
Both of your bodies are slick with sweat. Your limbs stick together as you untangle yourselves from each other, Colston shifting so he’s lying on his back with you next to him, head on his shoulder and his arm around you. He reaches across to grab the blanket, as he knows you get cold after sex.
There’s a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, in which his lips press gentle kisses to your forehead, nose and cheeks to help ground you back in the moment, just like he always does after intense sex.
Then, he speaks softly.
‘That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.’
You look over at him, quirking an eyebrow.
‘Sex on the couch?’ you tease.
‘Not just sex on the couch,’ he replies, almost shyly. ‘You givin’ me head while I’m gaming. That was fucking hot.’
You blush at his admission.
‘I was worried maybe you wouldn’t like it.’
He looks over at you, eyes full of love and fondness for you. You can feel the adoration seeping out of him.
‘If I didn’t like it, I’d say, I promise. You don’t have to worry about that, angel.’
Your body relaxes further into him with the knowledge that he enjoyed it, filing it away for future reference.
Another pause follows, before he rubs his face with a sheepish grin.
‘The boys absolutely knew.’
This time, you cackle out a laugh and bury your face into his neck. He lifts you effortlessly onto his chest, chuckling along with you, and squeezes you tightly. Your head rests right over his heart and you listen to the strong, steady rhythm of it beating.
‘You have my thoughts and prayers when you go into work tomorrow, Col.’
He kisses the top of your head, smiling like a fool.
‘Yeah, I appreciate it, baby. It was the best distraction ever.’
You tilt your head up to kiss him through a shit-eating grin on your face, making him laugh harder.
‘So you won’t ignore me again?’
‘Oh, baby, if it means you give me the best head of my life while I’m gamin’, I might have to ignore you more often.’
It’s his turn to cackle with laughter at the look of complete betrayal on your face, and he’s quick to reassure you that he’ll never go that long again without giving you attention.
‘I’m serious, though, honey. If you need me, just say.’
You kiss him, sweet and gentle.
‘I’ll hold you to that, Loveland.’
The two of you have no further plans for the day. You need to clean yourself up, Colston needs a shower, dinner needs to be finished and it will probably be takeout instead of what you were making, but for now, the two of you stay wrapped up in each other, safe and warm in each other’s arms.
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