Request: anon—dom!Colby walks in on Reader masturbating
Summary: You resort to pleasuring yourself instead of fulfilling your friends with benefits activities with Colby after assuming he didn't want to take your relationship a step farther so he proves to you just how much you have always been his.
Warnings: Repeated Masturbation, Colby x Reader smut, dom!Colby, Bondage, Overstimulation as Punishment, Unprotected Sex, Subspace, and slight Humiliation
Words: 6.4k
No Y/N Used
Title is from 'Chokehold' by Sleep Token
It wouldn’t fucking stop.
This craving, that itching desire would not end. We started seven months ago; when the sun melted the first three layers of everything beneath it. We were under that sun when it started.
It took a few seconds of recalling the way his lips first met mine, and how his hands on my warm salty skin soon followed to get my body hot all over again even when it neared 40 degrees in the night. We were talking. We weren't anything. We were a lot.
Colby was a siren to be reckoned with in my life. If it wasn’t his eyes, it was his hands, and if it wasn’t his hands, it was the rest of his body all at once. I didn’t have any room to complain, no. I was equally as lethal as he was.
Our messages were brutal to one another. The unrelenting need—the desperation—unmatched anything I had ever experienced. How it took two years since we first met for us to find each other in bed was a miracle to me. Now it was, at the least, bi-weekly. I knew his sheets like they were my own, and over time, I caught the subtle patterns of his body, of his thoughts. I picked up on his needs faster than he expressed them.
When he asked or offered me something, I would say yes or no without thinking because I anticipated it. He liked when we showered together but only in the mornings. He liked when we had smoothies or something cold on Sunday mornings because the nights before were spent in the hot and dry nights of the desert city. He liked it when I drove when Sam wasn’t with us since Sam always drove anyway, he liked it when I was the one who stole forceful kisses out of sight of our friends when we were in public, and he liked it when he teased me until I cried and promised him that my body was his and only his.
Did he know that he was mine and only mine as well?
He knew when I was deep in thought or nervous because his hand always found my thigh or my palm. He knew when I needed space and would coax friends into another room. He knew that I liked it when he led us into a building first even if it should be ladies first. He knew that I liked it when he gave me a clean pair of clothes in the morning so I didn’t have to stand up to change. He knew that I liked it when I went on a morning run alone so I could think and pretend like I’m in a music video while listening to music by myself.
Everyone knew that we were nothing because that was what we told them.
You’re a bitch, Colby messaged me one night at nearly two in the morning.
And so that was what we constantly told each other.
What on earth are you at my neck about?
Where the fuck were you tonight?
In BED, I quickly typed back before clarifying with another message. Alone with my fucking chipotle and Peaky Blinders. Fuck off.
You said you would come.
I didn’t promise shit.
You literally said you would go if I fucked you and I held up my end of the bargain so where the fuck were you?
LMAO Colby, you’re such a stupid boy. You would have fucked me regardless.
He didn’t respond for the rest of the night because, obviously, I was correct.
When my show was over and the darkness of the room focused my attention on my illuminated screen, I looked at the photo he sent me for a second time.
And then again.
Then again, but the last time, my eyes didn’t pull away.
I couldn’t swallow down that ache again. A fire coursed my body, and I wanted him to come over. I wanted everything, but nothing as well. I couldn’t have as much as I wanted at that moment, I realized, so nothing was better than a lie, right?
My hand slipped in between my legs, and, for a moment, it was enough.
”You’re joking.” A second later, I raised my head up from my phone again to see my best friend’s bored eyes staring through me.
”Sorry,” I grumbled. A hand ran through my hair. My phone screen hit the table. “I—A lot happened last night, and I’m still trying to figure out what the fuck happened.”
Her eyes trailed up and down my body. I knew she judged me, and at that point, I deserved it. My sweatpants were dirty ones I drunkenly found on the floor last night, and the hoodie was wrinkled from sleeping in it too many nights in a row. I didn’t have to mention that it was Colby’s; her eyebrow popped up in suspicion the moment I walked in with it on my body.
My hair was a tangled mess in a bun under my hood, and sunglasses covered my bloodshot eyes. I could taste the sick in the back of my throat, and if I didn’t know any better, Spring was right around the corner because the humidity drew sweat from my hairline.
”Clearly.”
”I have one brain cell left.”
”Yeah becasue you drank the rest away last night.”
”God forbid a woman have one night to herself without having to think,” I sighed dramatically. She rolled her eyes. Her eyelashes were so long and perfectly thick that they nearly tapped her eyebrows. Her face makeup looked photoshopped, and I wondered how that shade of mauve lipstick didn’t transfer to her coffee cup on the table between us. At least someone was put together this morning.
To her it was mid noon.
”Look where not thinking gets you. Looking like you were hooked on the back of Sam’s Tesla and dragged down Sunset.”
”Wow,” I scoffed. “I think that’s the most LA thing I’ve ever heard come out of your—“
”I’m being serious,” she sighed, and I zipped my lips. “You still haven’t told me why you decided it was alright to start hooking up with Colby again.” A snort immediately came out of me reflexively. Her face dropped.
”It’s not like I decided I wasn’t going to anymore,” I sighed. “It’s casual. I’m not sure you know that that mean—“
”You’re being a cunt.”
”You mean I’m serving cunt,” I said as I tried to sip my iced coffee but the thick sunglasses covering my eyes blocked my view of the straw. It took three tries to get the straw in my mouth.
”And somehow Colby likes your mouth even though you missed that straw about seven times?”
The coffee burned my sinus cavity.
”Listen, bitch,” I coughed. “We’re just friends. Who fuck. A lot? Perhaps. But I’ve decided to cool it down a little.”
”Oh really?” She laughed. “What was last night then?”
”The first night we fucked in almost a month.” Confusion pulled at her face.
”And how is that remotely true? You literally told me—“
”I lied.” My voice was but a whisper. I dampened my lips in thought. “You know how complicated this is for me.”
”Yeah,” she groaned with an eye roll. “I’d describe it as something a little less complicated and a lot more fucked up.”
”Just becasue you think it’s stupid I’m sleeping with him doesn’t mean I can’t do it.”
”And just because he wants to fuck you doesn’t mean you can seize the opportunity because you know you have unrequited love for him.”
I stared back speechless.
’I’m sorry—“
”No, I mean yeah. Why do you think I’m cooling it off?” I didn’t mean my voice to be so fragile sounding. But this was the heavy truth I didn’t want to come to terms with. “I’ve wanted him for so long that I started fucking him, and when that didn’t help, I realized that I wanted more from someone emotionally unavailable. So I’m not fucking him like everyday anymore. It was a once a week or once every other week thing, and now it’s a once a month thing.”
”And then it will be a zero a month thing?”
”I don’t know.” I said her name with a grumble. “I can see that you’re really concerned about Colby breaking my heart, which I appreciate, but I can handle myself. I know how I feel, and I was feeling a little too heartbroken so I gave us space.” She sighed and thought for a moment.
”As long as you’re taking care of yourself,” she finally sighed. “I’m not ready to listen to you cry about him moving on to the next girl. Especially when you never told him how you felt to begin with.”
”You know I can’t jeopardize our real friendship. We were nearly best friends before all this.”
“Then maybe it was stupid to start.”
”I can’t undo that.”
”But you can end it.”
”But I’m a dumb selfish bitch with needs.” She sighed one more time as she took the last sip of her coffee.
”Jesus fucking Christ.”
When I got home from meeting my best friend for brunch, I made sure to wash my body and hair twice in a long hot shower. I needed the club fumes out of my hair and the feeling of Colby’s body off of my body. Then I could think clearly again.
Funny how I told her that I did all of that in order to think less and now thinking is the only thing that can save me.
Of course whatever sentient and on track thought I had was obliterated off track the moment I picked up my phone after getting out of the shower.
Hey you, Colby messaged. Did you make it out alive?
No.
Oh how great
I’m going to kill myself
Even better. I scoffed at his comment with a smirk pulled at my mouth before I tossed my phone on my bed and got into a clean set of the same clothes I wore. Sweatpants and a hoodie would be the only articles of clothing touching my body for the next 24 hours.
What are you doing in like idk 2 hours?
What’s it to you? I lay on my bed like a forever sleeping Victorian child, and turned on my show again.
Jfc no need for the hostility
No need for the ambiguity
What is wrong with you today
What’s wrong with you today?
You’re hostile and using weird words like you're smart or something
You and your pea brain are the dumb ones here, Colby
Hahahahahha you’re so hung over
I sent him the middle finger emoji.
But really. He sent another message: Are you just staying home
Yeah I’m not leaving for the rest of the day. I don’t want to.
Do you not want to see anyone or do you just not want to leave the house?
I would like to rot in this hangover alone
LMAO, he replied. Then a last message: Text me if you want
I simply hearted the message.
I didn’t text him.
The problem was, tears were gathered in my eyes. The painful ache in my chest almost pulled my phone back in my hand, but I fought through it. I wanted Colby by my side. In my bed. In other places. But I couldn’t.
How could I keep giving a deeper part of my heart to someone who wouldn’t give me a portion of theirs?
I’m going to kill myself, was the message with the photo I received from Colby the next morning.
I fell asleep that night with tear tracks drying to my face and a throbbing burn in between my legs from where I left my vibrator too long.
Good
I’m glad missing out on last night has really bettered your mood
What did I miss out on?
We went out obviously
Obviously? Again? Dumbass
How is it dumb
You’re the one fighting for your life with a hangover, not me. So you’re the dumb one now, I replied and groaned as I stretched myself out of bed.
God forbid a man actually gets drunk and suffers to consequences of it
You look stupid
It took him two minutes to respond.
Is this the part where I tell you that I look a lot different in person?
So I took two minutes to respond.
I’ll be the judge of that
Oh? So you will leave the house today?
I mean I’ll be the judge of that a eventually. Today, tomorrow, next year. Who knows?
Fucks sake
Somehow I convinced myself of other things to do that were vitally more important than seeing Colby. I didn’t trust myself around him yet.
When was I supposed to know that I trusted myself enough to not fuck him when I was with him? I forfeited all sense of thought and desicion making skills arounud him. Why would I have to work to take care of myself when I knew I was the safest in his arms and that he would make decisions for us?
The worst part was he wouldn’t make the most important one. Or maybe he did already, he was too enthralled with our sitation to cut it off. Maybe he wasn’t done with me. Maybe he was waiting for the day he saw another girl who was better than me to—
I finished getting ready for the day and slammed the light off in my bathroom as if I punched myself to make the thoughts go away.
Colby wouldn’t do that. I met the girls he had situationships with; I was the only constant girl in his life. I wouldn’t ruin that, maybe I wasn’t able to. Maybe he saw me as a close friend and that was it.
When I realized he stopped hooking up with other girls when he had me was probably my downfall. Maybe I would never get over him. The longer I distanced myself from him, the more intense this ache became. I didn’t want him to touch me anymore simply because he didn’t want my heart as well. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about it, right?
It was all I wanted. I wanted him completely, not just his body when our friends weren’t looking. It got worse when I denied him.
The next day was Sunday. When Colby first texted me about coming over, I wanted to say no, but then he said that the whole gang would be there to just chill and have dinner. I couldn’t say no to that. It would be the perfect way to see Colby and get used to being around him without fighting that demon inside of me that wanted to drag him to bed.
People were in the house. Hard no.
“You disappeared for two days,” Colby said when he brought me into a hug in the middle of his kitchen. Tara turned from the fridge. “What’s up with that?”
”Oh so she’s been ignoring you as well? That’s comforting.”
”I’m so sorry,” I laughed. “I had the worst hangover in my life then rotted in my bed.”
”Actually that sounds nice,” Tara said. “I’m due for a good rot.”
“Then next weekend let’s rot together.”
A casual party with our closest friends was exactly what we all needed, not just me. It was nice to hang out and eat and not worry about partying too hard or having other people there to impress. What was also nice was that I could be with Sam and Colby and feel normal without the desire to steal Colby away.
But there.
In the setting sunlight outside, where we ate our dinner and sat together in the chilly breeze, I watched when Colby spoke to Matt to his left. It took so much energy to look away from him when the orange sunlight slashed through his dark hair like that, and I was a lethargic girl. He looked at me after probably feeling my gaze but didn’t stop smiling and talking before he looked back at him.
I could swim in his eyes, completely drown and die and it would be a better place than I was in now.
It sprouted.
That ache. The undeniable ache I fought for all these weeks. I gritted my teeth in frustration because I wanted this to be normal. I wanted to be best friends with him and enjoy life together with our other best friends, but this wasn’t that.
By the time midnight approached and we finished a few shows of a series we all had been watching separately, my dry throat stuck together and I couldn't unfurl my toes and fists. Conversations with Tara did their best to unwind my wound brain, but I decided a lot less talking and a lot more communicating in other ways would be the best way for me to find sleep again.
I couldn’t look at Colby.
People were leaving, and I decided I would stay the night. I almost fell asleep on the sofa anyway, and with my stuff infiltrating their guest room and guest bathroom over the course of me getting ready here, I already had everything I needed.
“Where did Colby go?” I asked Sam.
”I think he already went upstairs,” he replied. “I am too, just finishing cleaning up down here.”
“Oh okay, goodnight then. I’m about to pass out.”
”Same, goodnight.”
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and locked myself inside. Immediately, I tore off my clothes and took a hot shower. I needed to scratch off the first five layers of skin with a rough washcloth before even thinking about getting into bed. I hoped my delusion would tear off with it.
Out of the shower, I stared at my flushed cheeks in the mirror as I brushed my hair. Maybe it was from the boiling temperature of the water, but I assumed it was there before I stepped in.
God, I needed him.
It wasn’t happening.
I plugged in my phone and left it on silent. The bedding swallowed my hand when I crawled over the edge.
I didn’t make a conscious effort to pull on clothes after getting out of the shower; the bralette I slept in and my underwear were the only things on my newly soft skin. The only light in the room was the one that saw warmly on the table next to my bed. The orange glow made it easy for my eyes to lull closed.
The feeling of my hands on my skin could almost be mistaken for Colby’s if I pushed them into me as if to leave red prints. Goosebumps painted my legs in wake of my fingertips grazing the skin in between my thighs, and yeah there was no turning back.
It could be fast. I didn’t anticipate any more interruptions, and I knew the vibrator I accidentally left behind after spending a month here was still in my drawer.
It was right where I left it. They didn’t go through my things. That was when it hit me; they didn’t use this as a guest room at all.
It was completely mine.
I turned it on and dragged it up my thigh before ever so lightly hovering it against the front of my underwear.
Shit, it really was going to be fast.
I swirled it around and around, and already my hips followed suit. Tears welled in my eyes when I clicked it to the next setting.
It had only been a few days since Colby put his hands on me, and I thought this could be enough for a while. Every time, though, it lasted for a shorter and shorter amount of time.
I pressed the vibrator into my underwear, and my head tossed back deeper into the pillow. It took work to silence my moans; my teeth gouged into my bottom lip. Tears burned my eyes, and my other hands traveled up my body.
My fingers slipped under my bralette, and when I grabbed and pinched at myself, I gasped and rolled my hips with the vibrator more and more. My stomach tightened, and my vision narrowed, my throat recoiled, and my head spun—
I heard my name.
It shattered everything I built and my hands escaped my clothes quickly. I flicked off the vibrator and closed my eyes knowing that there was nothing I could do.
Colby opened my door, and I held my breath when he froze. His eyes darkened as they trailed down my body.
They slowly rose to mine.
He closed the door behind him.
”What the fuck?” His voice was deep and low.
”Colby—“
“You’re literally in my house. For weeks now you’ve avoided touching me, and now you do this? Are you trying to piss me off?”
”No—“ I gasped when he crawled on the bed. I rose to sit up, but his hand linked around my throat and pinned me back to the pillow.
”Do you not want me anymore? Do you think your stupid vibrator is enough?”
”It’s not,” I gasped.
”Then what are you doing using it when I’m right here?”
”You don’t give me enough either,” I whined. Tears fell down my face now.
I couldn't hold it together. It were as if the floodgates opened and a flood of everything I avoided crashed over me, drowning me.
Confusion spread across his face.
”What do you mean?”
”Colby please.” At the sound of my discomfort, he immediately drew his hand back and sat on the bed properly. He didn’t even touch an inch of me.
”What—“
“You’re fucking stupid if you think I can fuck my best friend like I do and then not feel anything more for him. So no, you don’t give me enough.”
His eyes widened with realization, and I couldn’t blink when I recognized something like softness in them. No anger, no fear.
He said my name, so quietly and gently that I thought I misheard it.
“You-You want more?” He asked, his voice still didn’t raise above a whisper.
”How can I not?” I exasperated. “I need all of you not just your body. I swear to fucking god if I see you as much as look at another girl, I will bite your dick off—“
I was in the air before I could think. I cried his name as he threw me over his shoulder.
”No, no, no. Sam—“
”Is in his room.” I didn’t argue with that short tone. My stomach twisted and my hands pressed against his back so I could at least see and not have the blood rush to my head.
Butterflies fluttered through my entire body; I couldn’t bite down the blush as his fully clothed body carried my practically naked and flushed one up the stairs to his room.
”Colby—“ I tried to reason, but I was on my back in the middle of his bed without an ounce of remorse from him. He didn’t speak. His eyes were glazed over, and I knew.
I knew that there was no other reason for him to drag me to his room; everything we needed was in mine.
So I put my hands above my head. His head cocked to the side.
”Oh so you’re going to cooperate and be a good girl for me then?” I nodded quickly, the tears never ended, and I felt them burn my warm neck.
Apart from his brittle tone, he hands were gentle as they locked my wrists helplessly above my head with the handcuffs.
”You’ve always been mine,” he finally said. The walls crashed around me. I cried so hard I couldn’t see him. His hand held my face gently, and thumb wiped the tears. “You’re fucking mine. I haven’t—I can’t even fucking imagine being with anyone else when you’re right here. You're right here always looking at me and talking to me like you want all of me, but then you run away after. I don’t want to scare you.”
”I thought you didn’t want me and I couldn’t hurt myself anymore.”
“Stop crying,” he sighed. “The only reason I want you to cry because of me is because I make you feel too good. Not like this, no more.”
“Make me cry for the good reason then.”
”Don’t worry,” he scoffed as he reached over and grabbed things from the side table. “I was about to.”
He came back and kissed down my body. He moaned against my hot skin, and I writhed from the feeling of his hands finally touching what belonged to him.
”Fucking hell, you’re so warm, you wanted me that bad?”
”Needed you so fucking bad for so long,” I cried. He bit teeth marks into my skin and I screamed out. He pinned me down though, and his fingerprints, teeth, and lips had no remorse for me.
Every touch was overstimulating, and the airiness in my head returned like it used to all that time ago. Slowly over time, I never allowed him to push me that far. After each session, he would hold me and kiss me until my feet landed back on earth again, and my heart moved another inch closer to his.
I could finally allow mine to swallow his heart whole now. There were no boundaries.
“Colby,” I moaned; his name was a habit for my speechless tongue.
”Hm?” He hummed sweetly. Taunted me. I assumed he knew. He knew that I couldn’t hold in the moans, that I didn’t disrespectfully beg or demand. I needed him. I needed the release of this pain, this loneliness, and he wanted to grab it out of me.
“Please, please—“ I knew I didn’t have to beg. He gave it to me freely. I wasn’t the only one who wanted it this bad.
He yanked off my underwear the moment his mouth reached the hem.
”Oh fuck! Yes please…” My voice trailed off, and I felt the vibrations in my throat but I didn’t know what I said.
“For as badly as I want to punish you for being so fucking stupid, I need you. Need to make you feel good.” My stomach leapt as I understood. Those were future plans. "Going to punish you in another way."
His fingers pushed into me.
My back arched and I pulled my knees back to feel him deeper and deeper.
”Holy shit, for wanting it so bad you’re so tight.”
”I didn’t—oh my god—nothing’s been inside of me since you-since you—“
”I was the last inside of you? You didn’t even use your fingers? I mean, not like they would be enough anyway.” I cried as he pushed a third in me. They moved relentlessly and tortured the place inside me that he knew fluently.
“Colby-Colby, I-I wanted this for so long! I’m already-already—“
”Already so close? God, you’re so sensitive. It’s pathetic how fast I can get you here. It’s almost like I know your body better than anyone else will.” And he broke laughing when I held my breath and gave him every queue that I— “Yeah, are you going to come for me already? Or are you just going to squirt for me? You really think I make you feel that good that all it takes it a couple of fingers and you lose your mind? You think I didn’t know how much you wanted me?”
He didn’t even finish his sentences when I reached my high. I didn’t actually finish completely, I drenched his hand, and pleasure filled chills raced over my body.
”Yeah that’s what I fucking thought. Drench me baby. It’s so easy to make you feel so good. You’re so pathetic if you think I can’t tell how much you needed me.”
”Colby!” I finally broke, and his eyes met mine.
”What do you want?”
”Fuck me, I need you inside of me! Not-Not this—“
”I’ll give you what I want,” he spat. “Are you really going to try to convince me that what I want to give you doesn’t satisfy you? Look at you! You’ve completely lost your mind here in my bed and I’ve done only a little of what I’ve chosen, what I wanted.” I sobbed as he withdrew his fingers and swirled them around me.
”You’re insane,” he whispered. His breaking of character filled me with excited electricity, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and draw him close. Maybe that was punishment enough.
Then he grabbed the vibrator. My life flashed in front of my eyes when he pushed it to me.
”Come again then maybe I can fuck you.”
It wasn’t difficult. He knew he was being nice; I didn’t have a full orgasm. It took all but a handful of seconds, and I was a writhing moaning mess.
”God, you can’t even speak now. So pathetic. You’re mine. Delusional to even assume otherwise,” he muttered as his eyes watched my body unblinking. He clicked the vibrator to the next setting and immediately, my orgasm took me by the throat. “Fuck, it’s like I can control when you can and can’t come.”
He didn’t let me ride it out; the vibrator was off of me before I could open my eyes.
”Please—“ I begged through a rough throat. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak or think anymore. Any rational thought was replaced by cotton in my head, and all I knew was the sight of Colby’s controlling face and the feeling of his harsh hands.
“Can’t believe you really thought you could make yourself feel good enough without me.” I couldn’t breathe. Not when he rose to his knees in between my legs and stripped his clothes off. That was when I realized how hot it was in this room; his hair separated already and his skin was slick from sweat from being trapped under his hoodie. "I'm to one who gives you pleasure. No one and nothing can make you feel as good as I can," he spat.
He didn’t give me the time to fully saturate myself in his appearance, he pushed into me and my breath left me. My eyes rolled back and I didn’t even fight it anymore. I didn’t hold onto anything; I let him hold me down.
“Oh my god—“ His shaking voice broke character. “You-You feel so good. You were fucking made for me, why did you think you could just leave?”
”Colby,” I gasped, finally, when I caught my breath. “Harder.”
”And now you’re demanding things?” I grumbled when he laughed. I focused on the feeling of his fingers in my skin. I couldn’t breathe. Not when he filled me like—yeah—when he filled me like I was made for him, he was right.
I was his. I always had been.
Like usual, he took advantage of my vulnerable position and touched me anywhere he wanted as slowly as he wanted. He took his time with me, and it unraveled me, drove me crazy, until fresh tears replaced the ones of pain.
”Good,” he laughed. “See? I told you. I only want to make you cry because you can’t handle how good I make you feel. You can’t make yourself cry and no one else can make you cry either; only me. You’re mine.”
”Yours,” I choked. “You’re-You’re mine.” He nodded quickly, breathlessly.
”Yes,” he sighed as he lowered over me. His hand rested next to my head. “I’m yours just as much as you are mine.” I drowned in his gaze as he watched me and made sure he continuously overstimulated that place inside of me.
”Colby,” I warned and he only smiled and nodded his head.
”I know.” Of course he knew. “But I don’t care. You clearly think you can just make yourself feel good without me whenever you want, but that’s not true. You need me, and I’m going to make sure you fucking know that.”
”I already did,” I whined and he laughed again. This time, he rose to his knees and his hand pinned my throat down.
”Then you’ve done a terrible job convincing me.”
”Only you make me feel like this,” I coughed.
”Yeah baby?” I tried to nod.
”You—I imagined you—“
”You pretended I was the one touching you?” I nodded quicker. Then a moan punched out of me when he readjusted his hips.
”Fuck, right there,” he said as if he realized it was a better position for me.
”Yes! Because it’s only been you! Not me, not-not anyone else.”
”I know,” he sighed. “God, I fucking know.” He moaned and fell forward over me; one hand supported himself while the other wrapped around the side of my waist.
”Please,” I begged as my eyes searched for the vibrator.
”What?” He teased. “Can’t find the words you’re looking for?”
”Please—“ I stuttered again. “Vibrator.”
”Vibrator? Are you going to be a good girl and ask me for something nicely?”
”Colby—“ I grumbled in frustration. He slapped my hip.
”Ask nicely.”
”Please get—Can you please use the vibrator? Please?”
”That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His soft tone coiled in my stomach, and I wanted to be upset with him because how could he be so kind at a time like this?
He grabbed it from where it was neglected on the bedding and flipped it on.
”Colby!” I shouted when he pushed it to my nipple that was still covered by the lace of my bralette.
”What?” He asked plainly. I wanted to sit that coy gleam in his eyes.
”Not like that.”
”You didn’t ask me how you wanted me to use it.”
”Please, make me come. I’m so close, put it on me please. Want to with you.” He must have seen the desperation, and from the moan that left him I knew that was enough begging.
The vibrator dropped in between us, and my eyes rolled back unable to take the pleasure.
”God you feel so fucking good,” he moaned. “Love when you’re this desperate for me. You going to let me come in you? Let me fill you up since you’re mine?” I nodded furiously.
”Yes, yes, yes please. I need it—“
”Of course you do. Your little pussy isn’t satisfied unless it’s filled with my come, hm?”
”Holy shit—“ I gasped, and I couldn’t hold off. “Let me come, please please please, I need to come please let me—“
”Come with me, baby,” he finally sighed breathlessly, and I sucked in a harsh breath when the pleasure forced itself on me.
“Oh my god,” he moaned as his eyes rolled back, and that was it. I had to close my eyes.
He was relentless. He didn’t stop touching me until I cried his name and he had to pin my legs down. I forgot when he pulled out of me because the burning from the vibrator was that intense.
Then I felt kisses down my body as well. I looked down and he looked up at me through hazy eyes and a flushed a face.
“Colby,” I choked out his name again. “So much.” He disregarded me, and instead without breaking eye contact, he licked me below the vibrator and didn’t let any of his come fall to the bed. “Fuck, I-I’m so—please—“
”We taste so fucking good together.” I tried to push my knees together, but he firmly pinned my thighs back. “If it’s just so painful, then you know our safeword.”
I was silent.
”So you still have more for me? Still want the punishment?”
”Colby,” I cried. What else was there to say?
His fingers pushed inside of me and curled upward over and over until I saw stars.
There wasn’t a warning yet he knew. He knew my body by heart, and when I couldn’t communicate with words, my body communicated for me.
“Fuck yes, give it to me. Just one more, baby,” he pleaded. My hips rolled with his movements and my breath and voice were ravaged by the moans and pleasure.
Another wave of euphoria washed over me as I drenched his hand, and I didn’t have it in me to worry about dirtying the sheets. He moaned as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
I cried again because I needed to hold onto him.
”Colby! Thank you, thank you, yes, please! I want—Let me go!”
”You want me to stop?”
”Unlock me.”
”Pf,” he scoffed with a flare of anger in his eyes. “What have you done to deserve it?”
”Need to touch you,” I whined and his expression softened.
He took the vibrator away and my body fell lax against the warm sheets.
Nothing but the sound of our catching breaths sounded in the room. I watched when he put the vibrator away and got the key to the cuffs, but I couldn’t do much else. I laid my hands to the bed and didn't move a muscle.
He gasped my name. My eyelashes fluttered when he kissed down my face and neck, but I couldn’t open them.
For a moment I forgot where we were.
“It’s okay,” I heard a whisper. My head turned towards it. Colby kissed me tightly, and finally my hands found him.
“Please,” I whined, and he moved on top of me.
“You’re not going anywhere, I have you.” His hands coaxed me to reality and I opened my eyes again. “See? It’s okay, you’re okay.”
”Colby,” I said his name hardly above a whisper. He kissed me again. I hooked my arm around his leg and my hands tore down his body as if I had years to make up for missing out on his skin. “I love you,” I finally whispered.
”I love you. God, I love you so much.”
We lay there as I came back from my headspace, and he left kisses and bites over my tender skin to make sure that I knew that I was his and his only.
“You—ugh,” he sighed harshly. I looked at him as he rolled his eyes.
”What?”
”You can touch yourself without me I guess.” I laughed at his dramatic sigh. “I’m not going to control you, but I am going to feel massively left out.”
”You’re so dramatic,” I laughed. “You’re glad that I was only doing it because I forced myself to not sleep with you.” His head rose off of me quickly.
’’Doing it? You did it all the time when we didn’t have sex?” I nodded with a sheepish blush. “Well then maybe you can show me sometime how you—“
”Oh my god,” I laughed and shoved his face away with my palm. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it down. “You’re dumb.”
”You’re dumber.”
”Maybe we both are.”
”Not anymore, I guess,” he mumbled. I kissed him again and he didn’t stop tasting me until I gasped for breath. "I mean, only if you let me watch you touch yourself and make yourself come."
Summary: In the middle of an investigation, you lose focus because Colby doesn’t understand the effect his voice has on you, so he ends up bringing you back to his hotel for the night but not without tormenting you for the rest of the job.
Note: I chose a to write about a real investigation from their channel to aid with inspiration. Not knowing that it was a sad ending, I diverted from the video midway through because it felt disrespectful to not due to the nature of this story.
There was something about the sound of it that put my stomach in a twist breathing alone couldn’t undo.
The wind was still cool enough for us to pull on our jackets by the time the sun tapped the horizon, and I was impressed I made it that long without it considering my arms crawled with goosebumps from the moment we stepped out of the car. I blamed it on the crisp spring New York air.
No one else had goosebumps though, so then I decided to pretend like I was sensitive to the cold. But I wasn’t often bothered by the cold.
“What does the C and M stand for?” Sam asks as he points to the clear K and M on the door.
”That’s definitely a K—“
”Kall… Me… Kris,” Kris says, cutting me off, and follows it up with a dramatic gasp.
”Oh, so it’s all about Kris now,” Colby laughs but instead of saying anything else, Sam shoves the camera in Colby’s face.
”I see a scary man, do ya’ll see that scary man?” Colby says as he stares into the setting sun. His eyes are blank as he stares at them as if not a thought is behind that poor man’s eyes.
“What did you take?” Kris bursts out laughing.
”He doesn’t have to take anything to look like that unfortunately,” I laugh.
“Goddamn,” he laughs before he turns around and busts the door open.
”Ladies first!” He says happily and Kris complains about walking in first. We all pause laughing as Kris walks in looking very similar to the girl standing emoji.
“You can go next, Sam,” I sigh as I shove him. The camera shakes in his hand and he gasps.
”Actually you can!” He says and grabs my wrist and yanks me through the threshold. My nose scrunches as I’m dragged across the wood of the porch.
I’m hyper aware of the low laugh on my other side as I’m shoved into the same course Kris first took.
As we snoop around the house, Sam and Colby also explain some of the history of the house in between jokes. Something about putting Sam and Colby, Kris and Celena, and I in the same house either scares the ghosts away or gives us a false sense of security because there was more messing around and teasing one another than real investigation for the first twenty minutes. I didn’t have a problem with that.
I am convinced there are no ghosts in this house when all five of us get along like this. I also am sure that I would be the one replacing the ghosts for content because if I had to withstand listening to Colby speak like this for another day, there is no promising I would come out of this house alive.
It took going up to the top story for it to start though.
Dizzy, Kris plops into a chair and Celena sits next to her. Sam, Colby and I stand around her as she catches her breath.
”It could have been slight vertigo, this house is twisty and we just went out on that balcony, and seeing the elevation…” I suggest.
”That’s true,” Celena says. “You also get like this when suspicious things happen at my house.”
”It’s also really hot up here,” Colby says. I don’t say anything. I think Sam says something next. My heart skips. I pretend like I’m not sure why as I shift on my feet as Colby sways close to me subconsciously.
We continue on and go downstairs to talk with the owners of the house and go over precise history about the house.
Later, Celena and Kris explain what happened to them, and we immediately snap into investigation mode.
For a while, the irrational sensations that trail through my body every time Colby, honestly, simply makes his presence known, fade, and we get a more in depth tour. Many things happen, Kris hears something, there’s something that sounds like thunder; it’s hard to remember everything that happened because that much happened.
Until the owner told us the ghost’s story in the basement, and the lights flicker every time he mentions specific things about the ghost.
I’m not sure why the antics upped in that moment, but in my mind they did. Hearing footsteps and seeing flickering lights was enough for my stomach to recoil. On top of the things I witnessed, Celena explaining the ghosts she noticed in her mind's eye did me no favors.
My knees tremble by the time we make our way to the top floor.
As we film in the dark, the only light in the room pouring from the camera light, it seems harder to speak.
At least for me.
Sam and Colby orchestrate the interview with the ghost, and I’m silent for the entire time. Celena and Kris intervene intermittently, but my throat twists within itself with every answer we receive from the so-called ghost.
Colby is also a hair away from grazing my arm every time he speaks and moves naturally. So maybe it was that.
It’s not that anything more than friendly happens between Colby and I; recently his voice has just done something a little more than friendly to me. I’m not sure if that makes it better or not.
Especially if we plan to film during a particular time of month, I mentally prepare myself to be left dizzy and overwhelmed.
And definitely not due to any paranormal activity.
”New piece of equipment, doesn’t have batteries, so I have to go get batteries. I’ll be back in a moment,” Sam explains to the camera as Colby films him.
“Oh… okay,” Colby chokes out with fear.
“Oops sorry,” Sam says with a high pitched voice as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Colby comedically turns the camera to me and zooms out and I stand there perfectly straight and still as the light over exposes my body like a beacon.
Colby bursts out laughing and I whine as I close my eyes from being blinded.
”Sam deserves to get murked by ghosts if he’s leaving us alone in here,” I complain.
”Kris and Celena are alone in the creepy doll closet upstairs, so it could be worse for us,” Colby says and instantly, the erratic beating of my heart returns. I swallow tightly.
His voice sounds different when we’re alone, but no one would ever find me trusting my perception when I’m alone with him. I stay still, listening to anything that might happen in the room as we wait for Sam to return. My heart hammers in my chest, and my eyes don’t leave Colby as he flips the camera to face him and speaks to it.
An aching courses my body as he speaks.
Maybe he did have a different tone in his voice. We were alone with the camera, so it felt less like putting on a show since there were three less people taking up space in the frame.
Or maybe my body wants to believe he spoke differently now.
”Literally saw a woman— whoa I’m white,” Colby gasps as he turns the camera and sees himself in the viewfinder. I laugh once, stifling my movement because one, I’m in a house full of ghosts and two, I’m being filmed alone with Colby.
No, I don’t trust myself right now.
And then I hear it. My body lurches in the direction of the low bang and Colby instantly turns the camera towards the bar meaning he heard it too.
”It sounded like a footstep right there.”
”The ghosts are spying on us,” I say lowly.
We both keen our attention behind the bar for a few more silent seconds.
”It really sounds like something is right there, and the footsteps trail that way,” Colby explains to the camera as he points down the corridor and across the wall where it dumps into the hallway outside of the room we’re in.
”The ghosts are waiting outside to get Sam when he comes back,” I say. Colby turns to me.
”Why would they wait for him if we’re in here already?”
“Because you have a camera,” I laugh. “I thought we’ve established multiple times in this video alone that these ghosts especially hate cameras since everything huge we’ve captured has been when the cameras are off.” Colby puts down the camera for a second, and I hear the faint noise of the recording ending.
I’m not sure why my heart jolts.
We’re thoroughly alone now.
”Yeah? You think the ghosts will do something huge now that I turned it off?” I can tell by his light eyes that his words had no underlying meaning, but his voice could never be innocent to me. Especially not when he drops it to that smooth and low tone he always adapts to when we’re alone.
I convince myself it’s his real voice and not fluffed up for the camera.
”It would make sense if they did,” I say, but I don’t need to say anything else because the same rolling thunder sounds we heard in the walls happens right above our heads in the ceiling. It starts over Colby and finishes in a few paces, over me.
“Celena and Kris are two stories above us, not one,” Colby says distantly as he still looks up to the ceiling. I don’t say anything because my eyes are snagged on the length of his throat as he speaks up towards the aged drywall.
”Told you things happen when the camera is off.” Maybe I should work on the filter on my voice as well, because his eyes snap back down to mine as he hears my words. I swallow again. We already established that it is hot in his house, maybe I just need water.
Colby parts his lips again as his eyes are slightly darker than I’ve seen them all night.
The door opens and we both jump around. Sam walks into the room with the batteries and Colby quickly starts the recording again.
“So we need to stay very still,” Sam explains, and he turns on the white rem pod looking piece of equipment. As they speak, we have to stay as extremely still as possible or else the pod will shrill to life. I almost need to hold my breath when Colby asks questions. His voice is low but smoother than usual; it’s all I can ever describe his voice as. But when he asks questions to the ghosts in the night, I can hear another layer of velvet that…
I need to hold my breath as we stand here perfectly still, to say the least.
My body is on fire already. I don’t want to know what changing my clothes later will entail.
”Do you know if there’s members of the Kriescher family in this house? If so can you go up to this table so this device goes off?” Sam asks.
It’s silent.
”Okay, so he doesn’t know anything about the murder, but he’s not alone so—“
The rem pod shrills to life and green floods the room.
”Boom, confirmed,” Sam says. I glance at Colby who looks at the rem pod. The green light paints his face as he thinks for a moment.
”Charles or Edward, I don’t know… I still saw a physical person. Let’s go see if Celena and Kris got the same things,” Colby says. And we pick up our things to go back two floors up.
My hands shake as I grab my things and I can’t stop thinking about the heat deep in my body.
I’m hyper aware. I’m sensitive. Those are two things I’ve never dreamed about calling myself, but the way Colby’s hand drags against mine, or the way we brush past each other have to be charged more than they ever have been.
Charged with something. Maybe it’s all me and my hormonal anticipation and he’s completely oblivious.
He never realized the complexities of his voice.
“Welcome to the seance room,” Sam sighs as he walks into a dark room illuminated by a dozen candles around the room and in a circle around a white poster board and planchette. My stomach twists and it’s then and there that I may need to go to therapy.
We sit in a circle. My knee taps Kris’ knee and Colby’s knee as we sit in a close circle and Sam opens up the seance.
“Charles or Edward, we invite you to use us to draw any clue as to what happened to you. Edward, give us a hint,” Colby says next to me as all our fingers touch the planchette, and it begins moving.
Maybe we all need therapy because two drawings later, we think the ghost has drawn a gun and a man’s face with blood pouring from it.
“Oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” Celena says, and Kris freaks out. They explain that they pieced together a story in the closet upstairs.
”The husband knew! He knew that the affair with the doctor and his wife was going on, so he put it on a piece of paper that if he was going to die, it was the doctor’s fault.” Celena says.
”That’s confirmed though,” Colby says.
”What is?” Celena gasps and my stomach twists.
”The doctor is the one who confirmed he was dead.”
”I literally saw that the body was alone and the doctor was checking it and he found the paper and disposed of it so no one knew! He killed himself in the woods with the gun in a way to make it look like a murder, and left the note in his pocket to frame the doctor since he had an affair anyway,” Celena explains.
A rush of flickering light coils through the room, and goosebumps that run bone deep cover my skin. Kris draws in a harsh breath as the candles flicker and Sam jolts in shock.
”It matches up perfectly, the way the gun is pointing to the man and the way the blood is falling,” Sam explains as they point to the drawing.
I’m perfectly quiet, overwhelmed by how much Celena and Kris uncovered.
“That is insane,” Colby says as he turns his head, and I feel his breath on my skin making chills race down my spine. Then I hear the thunderous rolling behind us again; the reason his head turned. But I don’t look at it, because at this point, Colby’s voice on my skin makes it recoil more than the sound of the paranormal. When I don't look behind just as the rest of us do, Colby looks down at me and I look back at him.
I need to keep myself in check and hold my breath when he looks at me so intently within the candle light. His eyes look much darker with the orange light despite the fact they are the purest blue I’ve seen.
The others turn, and it takes physical labor for me to look back at the planchette in front of us.
It takes another beat for Colby to finally pull his eyes from me.
His knee doesn’t leave mine for the rest of the seance.
The next investigation we start is with a deck of cards.
Sam sits at the head of a table with Kris and Celena on either side of him. Colby and I sit on the other end as Colby films.
“If there is a spirit who wants to talk to us, they can see the cards,” Sam explains as he lays out three lines of six cards in between the girls. “What we’re going to be doing is that you guys will intuitively move your hand over the cards and turn over the one you feel like the ghost wants you to flip. If the card is a heart, the answer is yes. If the card is a spade, it’s a no. If the card is a diamond, it’s maybe, and the club is I don’t know.”
I take a breath because it feels like it’s necessary, and when I see Colby shift, I look at him subtly. He glances at me as well, and something about the glint in his eyes makes me look away and blink quickly.
”Charles and Edward, if you’re talking to us and the one depicting a framed murder, we have some questions we’d like to ask. The first question is, are there spirits that would like to talk to us through this game?” Sam begins the gam.
Celena felt the inclination to turn over a card.
It was a spade.
”Oh…” Colby breathes deeply, and I shift in my seat as if his breath was personally intended for me.
“It’s highly advised to not continue with the game if they say no…” I roll my eyes with a smirk at Sam’s comment because we all know he won’t stop like the dumbass he is.
The sounds and motions around us intensify until the mirror shakes behind Sam. His eyes go wide and Colby gasps a ‘whoa,’ and I’m more caught off guard by the heat in my clothes.
For the fourth time.
”Did Edward know about an affair between the doctor and Frida?” Sam asks.
Celena draws a spade.
”Oh, who are we talking to that wouldn’t know?” Sam asks softer, more distant as he thinks.
”Rob?” Celena whispers.
”Are we talking to Rob?” Sam asks confidently.
Celena draws a spade.
Colby’s head turns to the side as he shifts in his seat. His eyes are on the cards intently as I see his mind rolling with thoughts about the game.
I stifle as I feel his arm relax over the armrest of the chair.
His fingertips graze over my thigh right above my knee.
I become more still than I have all night.
Of course I decided to wear shorts earlier that afternoon.
“Maybe Frida,” Sam says.
”Maybe it is because she didn’t want to talk about it,” Kris suggests.
”Is this a female spirit we’re talking to?” Sam asks louder.
Kris draws a heart.
”Yes,” Sam says with excitement.
”So it could be Frida,” Colby’s voice raises and my thigh subtly jolts up into his fingers as he speaks and moves. He doesn’t recoil his hand.
His fingers move across my skin absentmindedly.
A current of chills make their way through the lines of my skin. I’m even more excited to change my clothes when this night is over.
”Is this Frida Kreischer?” Sam asks.
Celena draws a heart.
”Yes,” Sam exasperates with a sigh.
”Yes, we’re finally talking to her,” Colby sighs excitedly, and my stomach tightens at his breathy tone. I flinch and look at him for half a second because where did that lighter and breathy tone come from? My heart pounds now.
First my skin, then my stomach, and now my heart; Colby is ruining them all tonight.
I really need to get a psychiatric evaluation if he’s affecting me like this more so than literal ghosts in an old mansion.
”She married that doctor six months later…” Colby whispers animatedly, reminding us that she really doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Did Edward Kreischer die by the hand of a family member?” Sam asks.
Kris draws a diamond.
”Oh… maybe, she doesn’t want to say,” Colby says as his head turns thoughtfully. I bite my tongue when his fingers swirl higher up my leg.
”I’m just going to go for it…” Sam sighs quietly. “Edward Kreischer, did you try to frame the doctor for murder?” Sam asks.
Kris draws a spade.
”So then the mystery still stands?” Sam asks lowly.
”Freida Kreischer, you’re not the only spirit talking to us, are you?”
Celena draws a spade.
Colby’s fingers push into the thick of my thigh.
My toes curl.
”Is it true that Freida and the doctor were having an affair?” Sam pushes.
Kris draws a diamond.
”She really really doesn’t want anyone to know,” Celena exasperates under her breath.
”Was Edward Kreischer murdered?” Sam says.
And Celena draws a diamond.
”Oh my—“ Colby laughs breathily, and my own breath hitches as his fingers move again as he readjusts how he sits. They fall in between my legs now under the darkness of the table. “We’re also the first people to document this, so maybe they’re telling us to keep our mouths shut,” he suggests. His voice is normal and low as if nothing is going on.
“Yeah,” Kris agrees, and Sam closes the game.
I suck in an uneven breath as Colby’s fingers tightly graze my core over my hot shorts when he draws his hand away to stand and clean up.
As we move on to our final investigation, we get our things together in the dining room. I shove the extra lights in the backpack and the smaller tripod as well. I turn to grab the other tripod and Colby is there, putting something in his backpack as he looks up at me.
I could have fallen to the floor from the dark look in his eyes.
”Is it still warm to you?” He asks. I know it’s supposed to be polite words in his mouth, but that tone annihilates any kindness whatsoever.
”I’m not sure,” I say back quietly, lowly. Colby stifles, his head turns to the side slightly. His eyes drape over my body.
”Hm…” I swallow tightly as I tear my eyes away from him and I look to the floor and turn to follow our loud friends. He holds my arm and my body is on fire. “And I’m not sure why you’re avoiding the question?”
”I’m not sure why it’s a deal for you,” I say smoothly, looking back at him with dark eyes. He visibly swallows. His eyes still tear me apart, slicing to the bone.
”It would be a deal to you if you had just felt how turned on I was in the middle of a seance of all things.” My vision blows for a moment, and a scoff huffs out of my dry lips.
”What- What are you even saying?” I choke out as I try to pass him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Celena following the other two out the door.
”Maybe I’m saying I just felt how hot you were under those shorts and I’m trying to figure out why.” My hands are trembling more than they have all night. Chills fall across my body, amplifying this heat in my shorts all over again as I feel his breath on me.
“Colby-“
“If it’s not because of me, you’d be out the door already. You wouldn’t have let me touch you the way I did during the card investigation.” But my heart already throbs desperately as he speaks to me like this. My chin quivers as I try to form words, but he seems to have taken all of them. “What? Have nothing to say for yourself?” My eyes gleam up at him thickly.
”Stop talking,” I choke out and he pauses.
”I’m sorry, I’m not trying—“
”No,” I whisper quickly. “It’s not that.” Colby’s eyes narrow as he tries to figure me out.
”Not like what?” I sigh impatiently and look back up at him.
”We should go—“
”No,” Colby demands. “You-You like when I talk to you like that, don’t you?”
”Colby,” I sigh breathlessly, and my heart stops as he says it. His eyes glaze over.
”Go. Follow them,” he commands me, and I quickly obey. My body trembles as I hurry out of the door and meet the other three towards the cellar where we plan to perform the last investigation.
The three didn’t question why we dragged a pace behind them.
We split.
Celena and Kris do the Estes method in a corner of the cellar.
Sam records himself with the rem pod sitting alone in the room right above Celena and Kris to find the consistencies between their experiences.
And Colby and I do the Estes method between the entrance of the cellar and the first floor of the mansion since the furnace is right next to it, and supposedly the ghost Colby is trying to talk to died in the furnace.
My hands shake as he gives me the blindfold and he notices. I hold my breath as I glance at him one last time before I pull it over my eyes. I hear an uneven breath between Colby’s lips. Then he puts the headphones on me.
His fingertips gently graze my face as he pulls his hands back. My lips part.
The radio starts.
I don’t hear Colby at all, but the words pour out of the radio. I know this supposed ghost talked a lot, so I should have expected it. It distracts my burning for a while, and I’m nearly over it until I feel the tap on my shoulder. I hesitate and draw in a breath when I feel his fingers graze up to my face again.
I timidly raise the blindfold off me.
Colby stands in front of me.
I look up at him.
”Did-Did any of that make sense?” I ask timidly.
”Yeah,” he says as if it’s an afterthought. My heart pounds as I feel his fingers on my chin still, and I look over seeing the camera turned off. I look straight back up at him from where I sit.
”You’re very good at this,” he says, and a tsunami of fire extinguishes the remaining sense in my body. On my body. His low voice twists my stomach and I shift in my seat. I gasp as I feel him yank my gaze back up towards him since he never took his fingers off my chin. “You look very obedient… sitting there and saying what the box is telling you to.” His voice is so smooth like velvet my chest heaves.
”Colby,” I sigh his name as I shift in my seat. He crouches down in front of me.
”What? Is it suddenly hot in here again?”
”Don’t-Don’t speak to me like that.” His eyes glint and he smiles evilly.
”So it is my voice then? Is that why you’re blushing and dazed?”
”Colby,” I choke out again, slightly louder. He leans forward to ground me again. To keep me from squirming and retreating out of the chair.
”I never took you as such a dirty girl, getting so turned on just from someone’s voice in the middle of a haunted mansion. What’s wrong with you?” He antagonizes me. His voice is breathy but dark and I’m drowning in it.
My chest heaves and I can’t even speak.
”Have you even paid attention this entire time? Do you even know what state you’re in? Or are you too busy being a slut and imagining a bunch of nasty things because my voice turns you on?”
”Fuck- Colby—“ I gasp as he cuts me off with his hand on my thigh. My lips part and Colby leans forward. Only centimeters are between our parted lips. His eyes glint down my face and he smiles slightly as he sees the dazed look in my eyes and the desperation on the tip of my tongue.
”Tell me what you’ve been thinking about?” I figure out the game he’s playing. His fingers lightly swirl around the end of my thigh, momentarily dipping in between my thighs before going back to the top.
”No,” I whisper breathlessly.
”No?” He asks, turning his head. The lightness of his voice makes my thighs push together. He looks down to them briefly before smiling. “You want to just listen to me talk to you then?”
”Colby…” I think my breath doused with a whiny tone sounds like a beg to him.
To which I’m grateful for because I don’t think I can form another syllable.
”Fine,” he says, pausing and swallowing tightly. “If you can’t tell me what dirty thoughts you’ve been having about me, I’ll figure it out myself.” I swallow hard when he pauses.
”I didn’t even know if I could have made it to this mansion the first time I saw you in the hotel. For as fantastic as you look in those shorts, I wanted to rip them off you.” I whine timidly as his fingers swirl over my thigh and raise higher up my hot skin. “I imagined taking a break and letting you ride me in the car before going back to this job because I couldn’t focus. Do you even understand how hard it is to focus when you’re around?” I cry out when he squeezes my thigh harshly. His lips get nearer to mine. “Do you know how much of a fucking whore you have to be for me to be so distracted and turned on in the middle of a haunted and insanely active mansion?”
And then I moan when his fingers press into a sensitive part of my thighs. He stifles and adjusts the way he’s crouched in front of me. His hand sits on the arm of the chair in front of me and he leans closer.
”Tell me what you’ve thought about tonight,” he says darkly.
There was no room for defying him.
”Your voice,” I choke out again.
”What about it?”
”It’s so- It- It turns me on, I’m so wet when you talk to me like that.”
”Yeah?” He says sweetly even though his voice is still dark with a heaviness I had never heard before.
There was no getting out of this situation alive, I thought.
”I can’t believe how wet you think you are when I wasn’t even trying to turn you on. You want me to talk to you like I’m trying now?”
”Colby,” I whine. I can’t handle it.
”I’ve thought about putting my fingers inside you since you let me touch your thighs like a slut in the other room. I’ve wanted to tear your clothes off and feel how wet you are for myself. And to think it’s all because of my voice…” He scoffs. “You’re such a fucking slut and I think you deserve a lot more than just my fingers.”
“Colby please,” I whine as my hips squirm. I gasp when his hand on the arm of the chair falls to my hip tightly.
”Don’t writhe like a slut, I haven’t given you anything yet,” he fires at me under his breath. “You want me to make you come?”
”Y-Yes, Colby please—“
”If you’re good for me, I’ll make you come all night when you come back to my hotel room.” I grit my teeth as I realize he will make me wait for a few more hours. “Be a good girl and be patient.”
”Colby,” I sigh breathlessly. He looks down in between my thighs again where his hand trails across my skin. I gasp when his fingers trail lighter.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot, it’s making it difficult for me to even be patient.”
”Please,” I choke out.
I gasp when he actually touches me over my jean shorts. My back slightly arches.
”Fuck… I can feel how hot you are through your clothes,” he whispers. I roll my hips forward into his fingers. His breath is shaking as he leans over me, and his free hand goes back to the arm of the chair as he raises up to his feet. “You sound so pretty when you’re frustrated.” I whine when he slides his fingers up and down my core. He knows it’s not enough to pleasure me enough to make me come, but enough for me to squirm and gasp for more.
”If you want, you can grind on my hand and take it for yourself, but I’m not giving you anything until later. You think you can get away with thinking like a slut this entire night? In public too?” I bite back a moan at the tone of his hostile voice. I grind my hips forward into his hand and he drags in a breath. “God, you really are such a pathetic slut for me aren’t you? You can’t even be patient and wait for tonight, you’re just grinding on my hand because you’re so desperate for it you can’t control yourself.”
”Colby,” I sigh his name as my head tosses back. Pleasure wells through me at the sound of those words coming off his voice thickened with arousal. And I thought he could never sound better.
”Yeah,” he teases with a sigh. “Moan my name like the slut you are. I can’t believe it’s so easy to get you out of your mind like this.” My thighs tighten around his hand when I hear him sigh. It was almost a moan. My nails dig into the edge of the chair as my back arches and my hips grind on his hand faster. The pleasure builds and is so unbearable; the dry friction of my jeans jamming into me over my soaked underwear is mind numbing.
With Colby’s voice in the mix of it, I’m a mess.
”God, you’re ruining me. Can’t wait to tear you apart in my bed. Look at me. Look at me now,” Colby demands, and my glossy eyes stare back at him in a haze. “You’ll look at me when I tell you what I’m going to do to you when we get back to the hotel.” I whine in response as I obey him. “I’m going to taste you and make you come on my face before I fuck you hard from behind. I’m going to stuff your face in the pillows too because I bet you’re so unbearably loud and we don’t want to disturb the entire hotel. You can barely hold in your little gasps now, what makes me think you can handle it when I touch you for myself?”
Tears are in my eyes by the time they snap shut. I bite my lip harshly as my pleasure coils to a point and I come on his hand. He sucks in a breath as my hips tremble and my thighs snap together and pull his hand further in.
”Fuck—“ He chokes out under his breath. He keeps his hand there so I can grind on it, coming down from my high.
My eyes open blearily, but I’m completely unsatisfied. I didn’t come very hard and my arousal ached for more.
I was more concerned about the fact that the denim was a deeper color now. Colby recoils his hand with a teasing smirk. Then he stands up.
My heart skips harshly in my chest when I realize how hard he is, and he turns away from me taking a breath himself. My body still trembles as I’m frozen to the chair. My breath heaves as I watch him intently. He turns back around with closed eyes. He pulls his jacket back on, hoping it would cover his arousal.
”Get up,” he demands. I ignore the jello that replaced my knees and I get up and follow him out of the entrance to the cellar.
My night is a blur.
We finish the video with Sam’s organization alone; he does the outro with Kris and Celena as Colby and I clean up and get the things into the car. My arms shake when I’m with him and I don’t dare say a word. I can’t even look him in the eyes.
His eyes are all over my body though. Analyzing. Planning.
My body tenses and nearly keels over when he’s near me.
There’s an edge to his voice now. Everytime he speaks, my legs get weaker.
In the car when we grab food before going to the hotel, Colby tells Sam to trade rooms with me. I planned to sleep on the couch in Kris and Celena’s room as they took the bed. The girls were quiet if they thought anything of it. I think Kris shot me a look but I couldn’t handle it and didn’t make eye contact with anyone for the rest of the drive.
I can’t hear anything except Colby’s voice and my erratic breathing by the time we close the hotel door behind us. I turn to him like a deer in the headlights and he drops his bags aimlessly; his eyes firm on me as he walks up to me.
A noise shoves out of me when he grabs my face with both hands and I bend backwards as he leans over and kisses me hard.
It’s not like fire anymore, no. Explosions happen behind my weary eyes, and I realize he wasn’t joking about earlier. It’s not that I assumed he was joking, it’s that I’ve never felt this side of him.
I’ve never dealt with the pure desperation and intensity that seemed to loom in his veins.
I moan into his mouth and kiss him back even harder than he first kissed me. He steps back as he moans, and he licks into my mouth. I cry and moan and whine against his mouth when our tongues slide together, and maybe he was right that I’m acting like a slut. I didn’t mean it.
The world stops spinning when he pushes me back on the bed; my feet still on the floor.
”Such a fucking slut, I can’t believe how much you’ve turned me on,” he breaths shakily over me. My own heart follows my erratic breathing as he harshly peels my jacket away and leaves me in the cropped shirt and short jeans shorts I wore. He kisses, moreso bites, down my stomach and the hem of the denim before he falls to his knees in between my legs.
“Colby—“
”Lie down,” he spits as I go to sit up. His fingers drive into the thick of my hips. I whine and obey. Like always.
He undoes my shorts before he pulls them down and off my legs. Then he draws a sharp breath between his teeth.
”Fucking hell, look at you. Your pussy is so drenched for me even still,” he mutters, not even peeling my underwear off my slackened puffy arousal. My hips writhe as I feel his breath on my core. His nails drive into my sides. “Be a good girl for me or I won’t let you cum.”
”Okay,” I say highly, and I hold back my whining and writhing of my hips.
“Fuck,” he sighs as he pulls my underwear down and tosses them to the floor. Then, I hold my breath as he blows lightly on my arousal. The cool air sends moans through me and it takes every cell in my body to not squirm. “The fact that it’s my voice that gets you this wet is what’s blowing my mind.”
I cry out when his tongue licks me once, twice.
And my hands are in his hair.
Thank god he doesn’t care because he parts my thighs more and lets them rest on his shoulder as he moans into me and sucks me hard. My hips thrust against his face as he eats me out and he doesn’t stop me at all. It makes his tongue work harder and his mouth close around my hot arousal tightly until I see stars.
”Fuck, Colby oh my god—“ I choke out as my hips squirm under him and he groans harshly, pinning my hips down.
I can’t even open my eyes as the moans and gasps pour from me; he eats me our just as he promised and it takes all but a couple seconds before the pleasure starts coiling. He pulls away for a moment and looks up at me with a look darkened with lust. It sends me spiraling.
”Fucking hell, you taste so good.” I whine when his fingers tease my entrance. “I could drown in your pussy forever. You would love that wouldn’t you? You’re such a desperate little thing anyway, I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” I can’t answer him because next thing I know he’s eating me out again two fingers deep.
“Fuck Colby—Yes thank you, thank you,” I moan as he fingers me harder. His free hand comes up to the side of my thigh over his shoulder and squeezes tightly.
I still feel his breath and moans on me and that’s what makes my head spin.
His fingers curl against that perfect place inside me and his mouth is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It takes two minutes and I’m coming on his face just like he promised.
When I’m still trembling and moaning, he stands. He pulls his jacket off and then his shirt and the room goes black.
It’s only him in front of me and it’s like every one else had died.
”You realize you’re mine now, yeah?” He asks breathlessly. I nod incredulously, my fingers tightening around the bedding under me.
”Yeah, good.”
Satisfied with that answer, he undoes his jeans but doesn’t deal with taking them them off.
“God, I know I said I’ll take you from behind, but wait a second,” he sighs and I gasp when his tip glides through my arousal. “Yeah, holy shit I need to fucking watch you take it when I fuck you hard. You think you can still handle it baby?” He teases and I glare up at him even though there’s no chance in hell I want him to actually stop speaking.
”Give it to me,” is all I can get out and so he does.
It’s like I meet god before I take my next breath.
He fills me up so perfectly I can’t contain myself or fit myself in the obedient box he forced me in earlier. I moan loudly and arch my back. My fingers try to pull him closer and instead, he grabs my hand and holds tight, moaning as he fucks me off the edge of the bed hard.
“Oh my god, you feel so good—“ he gasps as his eyes roll back. I watch intently as his hair falls in front of his face as he thrusts harder. The angle has me speechless and I can only take what he wants to give me. He finally yanks my legs up, feet from the floor, and pushes my thighs back and my back arches as a loud gasp is fucked right out of me.
”Colby, oh my god—“ I whisper, afraid of what sound would come out of me if my voice was any louder.
“Holy shit, you talk about my voice all the time but yours is going to make me come so fast.” I moan louder as I hear him speak to me like that and I relax.
I take everything he gives me as his eyes rake over me; taking in my appearance as he knows he sends me to heaven and back.
”Get on your hands and knees,” he finally spits out. I scramble to the head of the bed and I lower to my shoulder, staring back at him over my raised hips. “Goddamn, you’re really a little slut for me aren’t you?” He says with a voice so low I nearly fall over again.
He’s on his knees behind me and he fills me without warning. I gasp and moan loudly. I’m dizzy again when he fucks me, but this time the loud moans are uncontrollable.
“Holy shit,” he moans and he grabs a fist full of my hair at the roots and yanks me back to him. “You’re so easy, I knew you’d be fucking loud, stupid slut. Now, what you’re going to do is take it like a good girl and let me fuck you and come on my cock listening to my voice, you think you can do that for me?” His voice is so calm and smooth it nearly puts me to sleep.
”Yes, I’ll be so good for you.” He moans and kisses my neck sweetly. Few times in return, his pace slow and pleasuring behind me as he thrusts in and out.
”Good,” he simply says before he shoves my face back into the pillow. At the same time, he fucks into me so hard I moan before I even feel it completely. My body is on fire as he fucks me hard, and this time his own moans fill the room. “Oh my fucking god, your pussy was made for me, baby. You feel so damn good I don’t think I can go without it again.”
I think I moan his name.
”Think about you all the damn time. Especially when I’m alone. Always think about what it would be like to make you fall apart. I didn’t think it would be this easy and entertaining. I’m fucking addicted to you, baby,” he moans as he keeps thrusting hard. I can’t feel anything except the ecstasy he demands me to take. Fire coils in my core and trails down my thighs as they shake with pleasure. It builds and builds but doesn’t end.
”Please,” I moan into the pillow, wanting more than anything to come hard around him. I jut my hand down in between my legs but he sucks in a harsh breath and takes a break from pinning my head into the pillows. He grabs both my wrists and holds them down, pinned to my back with one of his hands. Then with his free hand, he shoves me back into the pillows.
”No way, I said you’re coming on my cock and listening to my voice. You acted like such a whore today, what am I to think other than the fact that you can come listening to it alone?”
I whine as tears fill my eyes.
”Now fucking feel it. Don’t you feel how good it is? You’ve never had anyone fuck you like this before, have you? You were so desperate for it, you knew I’d be able to because you’re so obsessed with my voice. You close baby? Close to showing me how much you need me?”
I whine and moan louder, my hips squirm as I try to tell him that I’m close.
”Holy shit, the way your pussy grabs me— I can feel how close you are, you just got so much tighter. You better fucking come when I tell you to because I won’t last much longer.”
“So close—“ I moan into the pillow in rhythm with his harsh thrusts deep in me. I tighten around him purposefully and he moans louder. His moans make me shake. I can’t even see; they’re blinding.
”My god… you’re so hot I’m so close actually…” He moans quieter, and the pleasure builds and I can barely hold it anymore.
”Please let me come,” I beg him as I turn out of the pillow to catch my breath.
”You want to come on my cock for me? Just from my voice, yeah?” He asks breathlessly and sweetly. Too sweetly for him to be fucking me like a slut right now.
”Yeah, please,” I ask nicely as my moans fade into desperate whines.
”Fuck— Squeeze me tight then, baby. Show how much you want to come. If you come for me I’ll fill you, okay? I’ll give you all my come.”
”Oh fuck,” I gasp and my thighs are shaking.
”Come for me now, baby. Come now,” he desperately moans, unable to wait any longer.
And thank god the sound of his real moans, louder and deep, push me over the edge.
I come so hard around him, I push my face into the pillows myself to block my moans from waking up unsuspecting people in the hotel. I tighten around him and he gasps as he lets go of my hands. He holds himself up as his orgasm wracks through his body, and I try to keep quiet and let him use me even though I’m coming so hard I can’t even breath.
”Holy shit, holy shit—“ He gasps breathlessly as he stills his hips and gently holds mine. His thumb brushes over my skin lightly as he coaxes me from my violent high. I turn my head to the side, facing him. “Are you alright?” He asks, panting and quiet.
”Yeah,” my voice breaks. He leans over and kisses me face.
”If I knew you felt this way about my voice I would have said something a long time ago.”
”The problem is you did and I’ve been going crazy for you since then. You’re just too stupid to have seen it.” Colby’s breath hitches as I say that and he laughs before he thrusts inside me deep again. I gasp loudly and arch my back.
”Maybe don’t talk to me like that when I’m this deep inside you.”
Summary: In the middle of an investigation, you lose focus because Colby doesn’t understand the effect his voice has on you, so he ends up bringing you back to his hotel for the night but not without tormenting you for the rest of the job.
Note: I chose a to write about a real investigation from their channel to aid with inspiration. Not knowing that it was a sad ending, I diverted from the video midway through because it felt disrespectful to not due to the nature of this story.
There was something about the sound of it that put my stomach in a twist breathing alone couldn’t undo.
The wind was still cool enough for us to pull on our jackets by the time the sun tapped the horizon, and I was impressed I made it that long without it considering my arms crawled with goosebumps from the moment we stepped out of the car. I blamed it on the crisp spring New York air.
No one else had goosebumps though, so then I decided to pretend like I was sensitive to the cold. But I wasn’t often bothered by the cold.
“What does the C and M stand for?” Sam asks as he points to the clear K and M on the door.
”That’s definitely a K—“
”Kall… Me… Kris,” Kris says, cutting me off, and follows it up with a dramatic gasp.
”Oh, so it’s all about Kris now,” Colby laughs but instead of saying anything else, Sam shoves the camera in Colby’s face.
”I see a scary man, do ya’ll see that scary man?” Colby says as he stares into the setting sun. His eyes are blank as he stares at them as if not a thought is behind that poor man’s eyes.
“What did you take?” Kris bursts out laughing.
”He doesn’t have to take anything to look like that unfortunately,” I laugh.
“Goddamn,” he laughs before he turns around and busts the door open.
”Ladies first!” He says happily and Kris complains about walking in first. We all pause laughing as Kris walks in looking very similar to the girl standing emoji.
“You can go next, Sam,” I sigh as I shove him. The camera shakes in his hand and he gasps.
”Actually you can!” He says and grabs my wrist and yanks me through the threshold. My nose scrunches as I’m dragged across the wood of the porch.
I’m hyper aware of the low laugh on my other side as I’m shoved into the same course Kris first took.
As we snoop around the house, Sam and Colby also explain some of the history of the house in between jokes. Something about putting Sam and Colby, Kris and Celena, and I in the same house either scares the ghosts away or gives us a false sense of security because there was more messing around and teasing one another than real investigation for the first twenty minutes. I didn’t have a problem with that.
I am convinced there are no ghosts in this house when all five of us get along like this. I also am sure that I would be the one replacing the ghosts for content because if I had to withstand listening to Colby speak like this for another day, there is no promising I would come out of this house alive.
It took going up to the top story for it to start though.
Dizzy, Kris plops into a chair and Celena sits next to her. Sam, Colby and I stand around her as she catches her breath.
”It could have been slight vertigo, this house is twisty and we just went out on that balcony, and seeing the elevation…” I suggest.
”That’s true,” Celena says. “You also get like this when suspicious things happen at my house.”
”It’s also really hot up here,” Colby says. I don’t say anything. I think Sam says something next. My heart skips. I pretend like I’m not sure why as I shift on my feet as Colby sways close to me subconsciously.
We continue on and go downstairs to talk with the owners of the house and go over precise history about the house.
Later, Celena and Kris explain what happened to them, and we immediately snap into investigation mode.
For a while, the irrational sensations that trail through my body every time Colby, honestly, simply makes his presence known, fade, and we get a more in depth tour. Many things happen, Kris hears something, there’s something that sounds like thunder; it’s hard to remember everything that happened because that much happened.
Until the owner told us the ghost’s story in the basement, and the lights flicker every time he mentions specific things about the ghost.
I’m not sure why the antics upped in that moment, but in my mind they did. Hearing footsteps and seeing flickering lights was enough for my stomach to recoil. On top of the things I witnessed, Celena explaining the ghosts she noticed in her mind's eye did me no favors.
My knees tremble by the time we make our way to the top floor.
As we film in the dark, the only light in the room pouring from the camera light, it seems harder to speak.
At least for me.
Sam and Colby orchestrate the interview with the ghost, and I’m silent for the entire time. Celena and Kris intervene intermittently, but my throat twists within itself with every answer we receive from the so-called ghost.
Colby is also a hair away from grazing my arm every time he speaks and moves naturally. So maybe it was that.
It’s not that anything more than friendly happens between Colby and I; recently his voice has just done something a little more than friendly to me. I’m not sure if that makes it better or not.
Especially if we plan to film during a particular time of month, I mentally prepare myself to be left dizzy and overwhelmed.
And definitely not due to any paranormal activity.
”New piece of equipment, doesn’t have batteries, so I have to go get batteries. I’ll be back in a moment,” Sam explains to the camera as Colby films him.
“Oh… okay,” Colby chokes out with fear.
“Oops sorry,” Sam says with a high pitched voice as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Colby comedically turns the camera to me and zooms out and I stand there perfectly straight and still as the light over exposes my body like a beacon.
Colby bursts out laughing and I whine as I close my eyes from being blinded.
”Sam deserves to get murked by ghosts if he’s leaving us alone in here,” I complain.
”Kris and Celena are alone in the creepy doll closet upstairs, so it could be worse for us,” Colby says and instantly, the erratic beating of my heart returns. I swallow tightly.
His voice sounds different when we’re alone, but no one would ever find me trusting my perception when I’m alone with him. I stay still, listening to anything that might happen in the room as we wait for Sam to return. My heart hammers in my chest, and my eyes don’t leave Colby as he flips the camera to face him and speaks to it.
An aching courses my body as he speaks.
Maybe he did have a different tone in his voice. We were alone with the camera, so it felt less like putting on a show since there were three less people taking up space in the frame.
Or maybe my body wants to believe he spoke differently now.
”Literally saw a woman— whoa I’m white,” Colby gasps as he turns the camera and sees himself in the viewfinder. I laugh once, stifling my movement because one, I’m in a house full of ghosts and two, I’m being filmed alone with Colby.
No, I don’t trust myself right now.
And then I hear it. My body lurches in the direction of the low bang and Colby instantly turns the camera towards the bar meaning he heard it too.
”It sounded like a footstep right there.”
”The ghosts are spying on us,” I say lowly.
We both keen our attention behind the bar for a few more silent seconds.
”It really sounds like something is right there, and the footsteps trail that way,” Colby explains to the camera as he points down the corridor and across the wall where it dumps into the hallway outside of the room we’re in.
”The ghosts are waiting outside to get Sam when he comes back,” I say. Colby turns to me.
”Why would they wait for him if we’re in here already?”
“Because you have a camera,” I laugh. “I thought we’ve established multiple times in this video alone that these ghosts especially hate cameras since everything huge we’ve captured has been when the cameras are off.” Colby puts down the camera for a second, and I hear the faint noise of the recording ending.
I’m not sure why my heart jolts.
We’re thoroughly alone now.
”Yeah? You think the ghosts will do something huge now that I turned it off?” I can tell by his light eyes that his words had no underlying meaning, but his voice could never be innocent to me. Especially not when he drops it to that smooth and low tone he always adapts to when we’re alone.
I convince myself it’s his real voice and not fluffed up for the camera.
”It would make sense if they did,” I say, but I don’t need to say anything else because the same rolling thunder sounds we heard in the walls happens right above our heads in the ceiling. It starts over Colby and finishes in a few paces, over me.
“Celena and Kris are two stories above us, not one,” Colby says distantly as he still looks up to the ceiling. I don’t say anything because my eyes are snagged on the length of his throat as he speaks up towards the aged drywall.
”Told you things happen when the camera is off.” Maybe I should work on the filter on my voice as well, because his eyes snap back down to mine as he hears my words. I swallow again. We already established that it is hot in his house, maybe I just need water.
Colby parts his lips again as his eyes are slightly darker than I’ve seen them all night.
The door opens and we both jump around. Sam walks into the room with the batteries and Colby quickly starts the recording again.
“So we need to stay very still,” Sam explains, and he turns on the white rem pod looking piece of equipment. As they speak, we have to stay as extremely still as possible or else the pod will shrill to life. I almost need to hold my breath when Colby asks questions. His voice is low but smoother than usual; it’s all I can ever describe his voice as. But when he asks questions to the ghosts in the night, I can hear another layer of velvet that…
I need to hold my breath as we stand here perfectly still, to say the least.
My body is on fire already. I don’t want to know what changing my clothes later will entail.
”Do you know if there’s members of the Kriescher family in this house? If so can you go up to this table so this device goes off?” Sam asks.
It’s silent.
”Okay, so he doesn’t know anything about the murder, but he’s not alone so—“
The rem pod shrills to life and green floods the room.
”Boom, confirmed,” Sam says. I glance at Colby who looks at the rem pod. The green light paints his face as he thinks for a moment.
”Charles or Edward, I don’t know… I still saw a physical person. Let’s go see if Celena and Kris got the same things,” Colby says. And we pick up our things to go back two floors up.
My hands shake as I grab my things and I can’t stop thinking about the heat deep in my body.
I’m hyper aware. I’m sensitive. Those are two things I’ve never dreamed about calling myself, but the way Colby’s hand drags against mine, or the way we brush past each other have to be charged more than they ever have been.
Charged with something. Maybe it’s all me and my hormonal anticipation and he’s completely oblivious.
He never realized the complexities of his voice.
“Welcome to the seance room,” Sam sighs as he walks into a dark room illuminated by a dozen candles around the room and in a circle around a white poster board and planchette. My stomach twists and it’s then and there that I may need to go to therapy.
We sit in a circle. My knee taps Kris’ knee and Colby’s knee as we sit in a close circle and Sam opens up the seance.
“Charles or Edward, we invite you to use us to draw any clue as to what happened to you. Edward, give us a hint,” Colby says next to me as all our fingers touch the planchette, and it begins moving.
Maybe we all need therapy because two drawings later, we think the ghost has drawn a gun and a man’s face with blood pouring from it.
“Oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” Celena says, and Kris freaks out. They explain that they pieced together a story in the closet upstairs.
”The husband knew! He knew that the affair with the doctor and his wife was going on, so he put it on a piece of paper that if he was going to die, it was the doctor’s fault.” Celena says.
”That’s confirmed though,” Colby says.
”What is?” Celena gasps and my stomach twists.
”The doctor is the one who confirmed he was dead.”
”I literally saw that the body was alone and the doctor was checking it and he found the paper and disposed of it so no one knew! He killed himself in the woods with the gun in a way to make it look like a murder, and left the note in his pocket to frame the doctor since he had an affair anyway,” Celena explains.
A rush of flickering light coils through the room, and goosebumps that run bone deep cover my skin. Kris draws in a harsh breath as the candles flicker and Sam jolts in shock.
”It matches up perfectly, the way the gun is pointing to the man and the way the blood is falling,” Sam explains as they point to the drawing.
I’m perfectly quiet, overwhelmed by how much Celena and Kris uncovered.
“That is insane,” Colby says as he turns his head, and I feel his breath on my skin making chills race down my spine. Then I hear the thunderous rolling behind us again; the reason his head turned. But I don’t look at it, because at this point, Colby’s voice on my skin makes it recoil more than the sound of the paranormal. When I don't look behind just as the rest of us do, Colby looks down at me and I look back at him.
I need to keep myself in check and hold my breath when he looks at me so intently within the candle light. His eyes look much darker with the orange light despite the fact they are the purest blue I’ve seen.
The others turn, and it takes physical labor for me to look back at the planchette in front of us.
It takes another beat for Colby to finally pull his eyes from me.
His knee doesn’t leave mine for the rest of the seance.
The next investigation we start is with a deck of cards.
Sam sits at the head of a table with Kris and Celena on either side of him. Colby and I sit on the other end as Colby films.
“If there is a spirit who wants to talk to us, they can see the cards,” Sam explains as he lays out three lines of six cards in between the girls. “What we’re going to be doing is that you guys will intuitively move your hand over the cards and turn over the one you feel like the ghost wants you to flip. If the card is a heart, the answer is yes. If the card is a spade, it’s a no. If the card is a diamond, it’s maybe, and the club is I don’t know.”
I take a breath because it feels like it’s necessary, and when I see Colby shift, I look at him subtly. He glances at me as well, and something about the glint in his eyes makes me look away and blink quickly.
”Charles and Edward, if you’re talking to us and the one depicting a framed murder, we have some questions we’d like to ask. The first question is, are there spirits that would like to talk to us through this game?” Sam begins the gam.
Celena felt the inclination to turn over a card.
It was a spade.
”Oh…” Colby breathes deeply, and I shift in my seat as if his breath was personally intended for me.
“It’s highly advised to not continue with the game if they say no…” I roll my eyes with a smirk at Sam’s comment because we all know he won’t stop like the dumbass he is.
The sounds and motions around us intensify until the mirror shakes behind Sam. His eyes go wide and Colby gasps a ‘whoa,’ and I’m more caught off guard by the heat in my clothes.
For the fourth time.
”Did Edward know about an affair between the doctor and Frida?” Sam asks.
Celena draws a spade.
”Oh, who are we talking to that wouldn’t know?” Sam asks softer, more distant as he thinks.
”Rob?” Celena whispers.
”Are we talking to Rob?” Sam asks confidently.
Celena draws a spade.
Colby’s head turns to the side as he shifts in his seat. His eyes are on the cards intently as I see his mind rolling with thoughts about the game.
I stifle as I feel his arm relax over the armrest of the chair.
His fingertips graze over my thigh right above my knee.
I become more still than I have all night.
Of course I decided to wear shorts earlier that afternoon.
“Maybe Frida,” Sam says.
”Maybe it is because she didn’t want to talk about it,” Kris suggests.
”Is this a female spirit we’re talking to?” Sam asks louder.
Kris draws a heart.
”Yes,” Sam says with excitement.
”So it could be Frida,” Colby’s voice raises and my thigh subtly jolts up into his fingers as he speaks and moves. He doesn’t recoil his hand.
His fingers move across my skin absentmindedly.
A current of chills make their way through the lines of my skin. I’m even more excited to change my clothes when this night is over.
”Is this Frida Kreischer?” Sam asks.
Celena draws a heart.
”Yes,” Sam exasperates with a sigh.
”Yes, we’re finally talking to her,” Colby sighs excitedly, and my stomach tightens at his breathy tone. I flinch and look at him for half a second because where did that lighter and breathy tone come from? My heart pounds now.
First my skin, then my stomach, and now my heart; Colby is ruining them all tonight.
I really need to get a psychiatric evaluation if he’s affecting me like this more so than literal ghosts in an old mansion.
”She married that doctor six months later…” Colby whispers animatedly, reminding us that she really doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Did Edward Kreischer die by the hand of a family member?” Sam asks.
Kris draws a diamond.
”Oh… maybe, she doesn’t want to say,” Colby says as his head turns thoughtfully. I bite my tongue when his fingers swirl higher up my leg.
”I’m just going to go for it…” Sam sighs quietly. “Edward Kreischer, did you try to frame the doctor for murder?” Sam asks.
Kris draws a spade.
”So then the mystery still stands?” Sam asks lowly.
”Freida Kreischer, you’re not the only spirit talking to us, are you?”
Celena draws a spade.
Colby’s fingers push into the thick of my thigh.
My toes curl.
”Is it true that Freida and the doctor were having an affair?” Sam pushes.
Kris draws a diamond.
”She really really doesn’t want anyone to know,” Celena exasperates under her breath.
”Was Edward Kreischer murdered?” Sam says.
And Celena draws a diamond.
”Oh my—“ Colby laughs breathily, and my own breath hitches as his fingers move again as he readjusts how he sits. They fall in between my legs now under the darkness of the table. “We’re also the first people to document this, so maybe they’re telling us to keep our mouths shut,” he suggests. His voice is normal and low as if nothing is going on.
“Yeah,” Kris agrees, and Sam closes the game.
I suck in an uneven breath as Colby’s fingers tightly graze my core over my hot shorts when he draws his hand away to stand and clean up.
As we move on to our final investigation, we get our things together in the dining room. I shove the extra lights in the backpack and the smaller tripod as well. I turn to grab the other tripod and Colby is there, putting something in his backpack as he looks up at me.
I could have fallen to the floor from the dark look in his eyes.
”Is it still warm to you?” He asks. I know it’s supposed to be polite words in his mouth, but that tone annihilates any kindness whatsoever.
”I’m not sure,” I say back quietly, lowly. Colby stifles, his head turns to the side slightly. His eyes drape over my body.
”Hm…” I swallow tightly as I tear my eyes away from him and I look to the floor and turn to follow our loud friends. He holds my arm and my body is on fire. “And I’m not sure why you’re avoiding the question?”
”I’m not sure why it’s a deal for you,” I say smoothly, looking back at him with dark eyes. He visibly swallows. His eyes still tear me apart, slicing to the bone.
”It would be a deal to you if you had just felt how turned on I was in the middle of a seance of all things.” My vision blows for a moment, and a scoff huffs out of my dry lips.
”What- What are you even saying?” I choke out as I try to pass him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Celena following the other two out the door.
”Maybe I’m saying I just felt how hot you were under those shorts and I’m trying to figure out why.” My hands are trembling more than they have all night. Chills fall across my body, amplifying this heat in my shorts all over again as I feel his breath on me.
“Colby-“
“If it’s not because of me, you’d be out the door already. You wouldn’t have let me touch you the way I did during the card investigation.” But my heart already throbs desperately as he speaks to me like this. My chin quivers as I try to form words, but he seems to have taken all of them. “What? Have nothing to say for yourself?” My eyes gleam up at him thickly.
”Stop talking,” I choke out and he pauses.
”I’m sorry, I’m not trying—“
”No,” I whisper quickly. “It’s not that.” Colby’s eyes narrow as he tries to figure me out.
”Not like what?” I sigh impatiently and look back up at him.
”We should go—“
”No,” Colby demands. “You-You like when I talk to you like that, don’t you?”
”Colby,” I sigh breathlessly, and my heart stops as he says it. His eyes glaze over.
”Go. Follow them,” he commands me, and I quickly obey. My body trembles as I hurry out of the door and meet the other three towards the cellar where we plan to perform the last investigation.
The three didn’t question why we dragged a pace behind them.
We split.
Celena and Kris do the Estes method in a corner of the cellar.
Sam records himself with the rem pod sitting alone in the room right above Celena and Kris to find the consistencies between their experiences.
And Colby and I do the Estes method between the entrance of the cellar and the first floor of the mansion since the furnace is right next to it, and supposedly the ghost Colby is trying to talk to died in the furnace.
My hands shake as he gives me the blindfold and he notices. I hold my breath as I glance at him one last time before I pull it over my eyes. I hear an uneven breath between Colby’s lips. Then he puts the headphones on me.
His fingertips gently graze my face as he pulls his hands back. My lips part.
The radio starts.
I don’t hear Colby at all, but the words pour out of the radio. I know this supposed ghost talked a lot, so I should have expected it. It distracts my burning for a while, and I’m nearly over it until I feel the tap on my shoulder. I hesitate and draw in a breath when I feel his fingers graze up to my face again.
I timidly raise the blindfold off me.
Colby stands in front of me.
I look up at him.
”Did-Did any of that make sense?” I ask timidly.
”Yeah,” he says as if it’s an afterthought. My heart pounds as I feel his fingers on my chin still, and I look over seeing the camera turned off. I look straight back up at him from where I sit.
”You’re very good at this,” he says, and a tsunami of fire extinguishes the remaining sense in my body. On my body. His low voice twists my stomach and I shift in my seat. I gasp as I feel him yank my gaze back up towards him since he never took his fingers off my chin. “You look very obedient… sitting there and saying what the box is telling you to.” His voice is so smooth like velvet my chest heaves.
”Colby,” I sigh his name as I shift in my seat. He crouches down in front of me.
”What? Is it suddenly hot in here again?”
”Don’t-Don’t speak to me like that.” His eyes glint and he smiles evilly.
”So it is my voice then? Is that why you’re blushing and dazed?”
”Colby,” I choke out again, slightly louder. He leans forward to ground me again. To keep me from squirming and retreating out of the chair.
”I never took you as such a dirty girl, getting so turned on just from someone’s voice in the middle of a haunted mansion. What’s wrong with you?” He antagonizes me. His voice is breathy but dark and I’m drowning in it.
My chest heaves and I can’t even speak.
”Have you even paid attention this entire time? Do you even know what state you’re in? Or are you too busy being a slut and imagining a bunch of nasty things because my voice turns you on?”
”Fuck- Colby—“ I gasp as he cuts me off with his hand on my thigh. My lips part and Colby leans forward. Only centimeters are between our parted lips. His eyes glint down my face and he smiles slightly as he sees the dazed look in my eyes and the desperation on the tip of my tongue.
”Tell me what you’ve been thinking about?” I figure out the game he’s playing. His fingers lightly swirl around the end of my thigh, momentarily dipping in between my thighs before going back to the top.
”No,” I whisper breathlessly.
”No?” He asks, turning his head. The lightness of his voice makes my thighs push together. He looks down to them briefly before smiling. “You want to just listen to me talk to you then?”
”Colby…” I think my breath doused with a whiny tone sounds like a beg to him.
To which I’m grateful for because I don’t think I can form another syllable.
”Fine,” he says, pausing and swallowing tightly. “If you can’t tell me what dirty thoughts you’ve been having about me, I’ll figure it out myself.” I swallow hard when he pauses.
”I didn’t even know if I could have made it to this mansion the first time I saw you in the hotel. For as fantastic as you look in those shorts, I wanted to rip them off you.” I whine timidly as his fingers swirl over my thigh and raise higher up my hot skin. “I imagined taking a break and letting you ride me in the car before going back to this job because I couldn’t focus. Do you even understand how hard it is to focus when you’re around?” I cry out when he squeezes my thigh harshly. His lips get nearer to mine. “Do you know how much of a fucking whore you have to be for me to be so distracted and turned on in the middle of a haunted and insanely active mansion?”
And then I moan when his fingers press into a sensitive part of my thighs. He stifles and adjusts the way he’s crouched in front of me. His hand sits on the arm of the chair in front of me and he leans closer.
”Tell me what you’ve thought about tonight,” he says darkly.
There was no room for defying him.
”Your voice,” I choke out again.
”What about it?”
”It’s so- It- It turns me on, I’m so wet when you talk to me like that.”
”Yeah?” He says sweetly even though his voice is still dark with a heaviness I had never heard before.
There was no getting out of this situation alive, I thought.
”I can’t believe how wet you think you are when I wasn’t even trying to turn you on. You want me to talk to you like I’m trying now?”
”Colby,” I whine. I can’t handle it.
”I’ve thought about putting my fingers inside you since you let me touch your thighs like a slut in the other room. I’ve wanted to tear your clothes off and feel how wet you are for myself. And to think it’s all because of my voice…” He scoffs. “You’re such a fucking slut and I think you deserve a lot more than just my fingers.”
“Colby please,” I whine as my hips squirm. I gasp when his hand on the arm of the chair falls to my hip tightly.
”Don’t writhe like a slut, I haven’t given you anything yet,” he fires at me under his breath. “You want me to make you come?”
”Y-Yes, Colby please—“
”If you’re good for me, I’ll make you come all night when you come back to my hotel room.” I grit my teeth as I realize he will make me wait for a few more hours. “Be a good girl and be patient.”
”Colby,” I sigh breathlessly. He looks down in between my thighs again where his hand trails across my skin. I gasp when his fingers trail lighter.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot, it’s making it difficult for me to even be patient.”
”Please,” I choke out.
I gasp when he actually touches me over my jean shorts. My back slightly arches.
”Fuck… I can feel how hot you are through your clothes,” he whispers. I roll my hips forward into his fingers. His breath is shaking as he leans over me, and his free hand goes back to the arm of the chair as he raises up to his feet. “You sound so pretty when you’re frustrated.” I whine when he slides his fingers up and down my core. He knows it’s not enough to pleasure me enough to make me come, but enough for me to squirm and gasp for more.
”If you want, you can grind on my hand and take it for yourself, but I’m not giving you anything until later. You think you can get away with thinking like a slut this entire night? In public too?” I bite back a moan at the tone of his hostile voice. I grind my hips forward into his hand and he drags in a breath. “God, you really are such a pathetic slut for me aren’t you? You can’t even be patient and wait for tonight, you’re just grinding on my hand because you’re so desperate for it you can’t control yourself.”
”Colby,” I sigh his name as my head tosses back. Pleasure wells through me at the sound of those words coming off his voice thickened with arousal. And I thought he could never sound better.
”Yeah,” he teases with a sigh. “Moan my name like the slut you are. I can’t believe it’s so easy to get you out of your mind like this.” My thighs tighten around his hand when I hear him sigh. It was almost a moan. My nails dig into the edge of the chair as my back arches and my hips grind on his hand faster. The pleasure builds and is so unbearable; the dry friction of my jeans jamming into me over my soaked underwear is mind numbing.
With Colby’s voice in the mix of it, I’m a mess.
”God, you’re ruining me. Can’t wait to tear you apart in my bed. Look at me. Look at me now,” Colby demands, and my glossy eyes stare back at him in a haze. “You’ll look at me when I tell you what I’m going to do to you when we get back to the hotel.” I whine in response as I obey him. “I’m going to taste you and make you come on my face before I fuck you hard from behind. I’m going to stuff your face in the pillows too because I bet you’re so unbearably loud and we don’t want to disturb the entire hotel. You can barely hold in your little gasps now, what makes me think you can handle it when I touch you for myself?”
Tears are in my eyes by the time they snap shut. I bite my lip harshly as my pleasure coils to a point and I come on his hand. He sucks in a breath as my hips tremble and my thighs snap together and pull his hand further in.
”Fuck—“ He chokes out under his breath. He keeps his hand there so I can grind on it, coming down from my high.
My eyes open blearily, but I’m completely unsatisfied. I didn’t come very hard and my arousal ached for more.
I was more concerned about the fact that the denim was a deeper color now. Colby recoils his hand with a teasing smirk. Then he stands up.
My heart skips harshly in my chest when I realize how hard he is, and he turns away from me taking a breath himself. My body still trembles as I’m frozen to the chair. My breath heaves as I watch him intently. He turns back around with closed eyes. He pulls his jacket back on, hoping it would cover his arousal.
”Get up,” he demands. I ignore the jello that replaced my knees and I get up and follow him out of the entrance to the cellar.
My night is a blur.
We finish the video with Sam’s organization alone; he does the outro with Kris and Celena as Colby and I clean up and get the things into the car. My arms shake when I’m with him and I don’t dare say a word. I can’t even look him in the eyes.
His eyes are all over my body though. Analyzing. Planning.
My body tenses and nearly keels over when he’s near me.
There’s an edge to his voice now. Everytime he speaks, my legs get weaker.
In the car when we grab food before going to the hotel, Colby tells Sam to trade rooms with me. I planned to sleep on the couch in Kris and Celena’s room as they took the bed. The girls were quiet if they thought anything of it. I think Kris shot me a look but I couldn’t handle it and didn’t make eye contact with anyone for the rest of the drive.
I can’t hear anything except Colby’s voice and my erratic breathing by the time we close the hotel door behind us. I turn to him like a deer in the headlights and he drops his bags aimlessly; his eyes firm on me as he walks up to me.
A noise shoves out of me when he grabs my face with both hands and I bend backwards as he leans over and kisses me hard.
It’s not like fire anymore, no. Explosions happen behind my weary eyes, and I realize he wasn’t joking about earlier. It’s not that I assumed he was joking, it’s that I’ve never felt this side of him.
I’ve never dealt with the pure desperation and intensity that seemed to loom in his veins.
I moan into his mouth and kiss him back even harder than he first kissed me. He steps back as he moans, and he licks into my mouth. I cry and moan and whine against his mouth when our tongues slide together, and maybe he was right that I’m acting like a slut. I didn’t mean it.
The world stops spinning when he pushes me back on the bed; my feet still on the floor.
”Such a fucking slut, I can’t believe how much you’ve turned me on,” he breaths shakily over me. My own heart follows my erratic breathing as he harshly peels my jacket away and leaves me in the cropped shirt and short jeans shorts I wore. He kisses, moreso bites, down my stomach and the hem of the denim before he falls to his knees in between my legs.
“Colby—“
”Lie down,” he spits as I go to sit up. His fingers drive into the thick of my hips. I whine and obey. Like always.
He undoes my shorts before he pulls them down and off my legs. Then he draws a sharp breath between his teeth.
”Fucking hell, look at you. Your pussy is so drenched for me even still,” he mutters, not even peeling my underwear off my slackened puffy arousal. My hips writhe as I feel his breath on my core. His nails drive into my sides. “Be a good girl for me or I won’t let you cum.”
”Okay,” I say highly, and I hold back my whining and writhing of my hips.
“Fuck,” he sighs as he pulls my underwear down and tosses them to the floor. Then, I hold my breath as he blows lightly on my arousal. The cool air sends moans through me and it takes every cell in my body to not squirm. “The fact that it’s my voice that gets you this wet is what’s blowing my mind.”
I cry out when his tongue licks me once, twice.
And my hands are in his hair.
Thank god he doesn’t care because he parts my thighs more and lets them rest on his shoulder as he moans into me and sucks me hard. My hips thrust against his face as he eats me out and he doesn’t stop me at all. It makes his tongue work harder and his mouth close around my hot arousal tightly until I see stars.
”Fuck, Colby oh my god—“ I choke out as my hips squirm under him and he groans harshly, pinning my hips down.
I can’t even open my eyes as the moans and gasps pour from me; he eats me our just as he promised and it takes all but a couple seconds before the pleasure starts coiling. He pulls away for a moment and looks up at me with a look darkened with lust. It sends me spiraling.
”Fucking hell, you taste so good.” I whine when his fingers tease my entrance. “I could drown in your pussy forever. You would love that wouldn’t you? You’re such a desperate little thing anyway, I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” I can’t answer him because next thing I know he’s eating me out again two fingers deep.
“Fuck Colby—Yes thank you, thank you,” I moan as he fingers me harder. His free hand comes up to the side of my thigh over his shoulder and squeezes tightly.
I still feel his breath and moans on me and that’s what makes my head spin.
His fingers curl against that perfect place inside me and his mouth is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It takes two minutes and I’m coming on his face just like he promised.
When I’m still trembling and moaning, he stands. He pulls his jacket off and then his shirt and the room goes black.
It’s only him in front of me and it’s like every one else had died.
”You realize you’re mine now, yeah?” He asks breathlessly. I nod incredulously, my fingers tightening around the bedding under me.
”Yeah, good.”
Satisfied with that answer, he undoes his jeans but doesn’t deal with taking them them off.
“God, I know I said I’ll take you from behind, but wait a second,” he sighs and I gasp when his tip glides through my arousal. “Yeah, holy shit I need to fucking watch you take it when I fuck you hard. You think you can still handle it baby?” He teases and I glare up at him even though there’s no chance in hell I want him to actually stop speaking.
”Give it to me,” is all I can get out and so he does.
It’s like I meet god before I take my next breath.
He fills me up so perfectly I can’t contain myself or fit myself in the obedient box he forced me in earlier. I moan loudly and arch my back. My fingers try to pull him closer and instead, he grabs my hand and holds tight, moaning as he fucks me off the edge of the bed hard.
“Oh my god, you feel so good—“ he gasps as his eyes roll back. I watch intently as his hair falls in front of his face as he thrusts harder. The angle has me speechless and I can only take what he wants to give me. He finally yanks my legs up, feet from the floor, and pushes my thighs back and my back arches as a loud gasp is fucked right out of me.
”Colby, oh my god—“ I whisper, afraid of what sound would come out of me if my voice was any louder.
“Holy shit, you talk about my voice all the time but yours is going to make me come so fast.” I moan louder as I hear him speak to me like that and I relax.
I take everything he gives me as his eyes rake over me; taking in my appearance as he knows he sends me to heaven and back.
”Get on your hands and knees,” he finally spits out. I scramble to the head of the bed and I lower to my shoulder, staring back at him over my raised hips. “Goddamn, you’re really a little slut for me aren’t you?” He says with a voice so low I nearly fall over again.
He’s on his knees behind me and he fills me without warning. I gasp and moan loudly. I’m dizzy again when he fucks me, but this time the loud moans are uncontrollable.
“Holy shit,” he moans and he grabs a fist full of my hair at the roots and yanks me back to him. “You’re so easy, I knew you’d be fucking loud, stupid slut. Now, what you’re going to do is take it like a good girl and let me fuck you and come on my cock listening to my voice, you think you can do that for me?” His voice is so calm and smooth it nearly puts me to sleep.
”Yes, I’ll be so good for you.” He moans and kisses my neck sweetly. Few times in return, his pace slow and pleasuring behind me as he thrusts in and out.
”Good,” he simply says before he shoves my face back into the pillow. At the same time, he fucks into me so hard I moan before I even feel it completely. My body is on fire as he fucks me hard, and this time his own moans fill the room. “Oh my fucking god, your pussy was made for me, baby. You feel so damn good I don’t think I can go without it again.”
I think I moan his name.
”Think about you all the damn time. Especially when I’m alone. Always think about what it would be like to make you fall apart. I didn’t think it would be this easy and entertaining. I’m fucking addicted to you, baby,” he moans as he keeps thrusting hard. I can’t feel anything except the ecstasy he demands me to take. Fire coils in my core and trails down my thighs as they shake with pleasure. It builds and builds but doesn’t end.
”Please,” I moan into the pillow, wanting more than anything to come hard around him. I jut my hand down in between my legs but he sucks in a harsh breath and takes a break from pinning my head into the pillows. He grabs both my wrists and holds them down, pinned to my back with one of his hands. Then with his free hand, he shoves me back into the pillows.
”No way, I said you’re coming on my cock and listening to my voice. You acted like such a whore today, what am I to think other than the fact that you can come listening to it alone?”
I whine as tears fill my eyes.
”Now fucking feel it. Don’t you feel how good it is? You’ve never had anyone fuck you like this before, have you? You were so desperate for it, you knew I’d be able to because you’re so obsessed with my voice. You close baby? Close to showing me how much you need me?”
I whine and moan louder, my hips squirm as I try to tell him that I’m close.
”Holy shit, the way your pussy grabs me— I can feel how close you are, you just got so much tighter. You better fucking come when I tell you to because I won’t last much longer.”
“So close—“ I moan into the pillow in rhythm with his harsh thrusts deep in me. I tighten around him purposefully and he moans louder. His moans make me shake. I can’t even see; they’re blinding.
”My god… you’re so hot I’m so close actually…” He moans quieter, and the pleasure builds and I can barely hold it anymore.
”Please let me come,” I beg him as I turn out of the pillow to catch my breath.
”You want to come on my cock for me? Just from my voice, yeah?” He asks breathlessly and sweetly. Too sweetly for him to be fucking me like a slut right now.
”Yeah, please,” I ask nicely as my moans fade into desperate whines.
”Fuck— Squeeze me tight then, baby. Show how much you want to come. If you come for me I’ll fill you, okay? I’ll give you all my come.”
”Oh fuck,” I gasp and my thighs are shaking.
”Come for me now, baby. Come now,” he desperately moans, unable to wait any longer.
And thank god the sound of his real moans, louder and deep, push me over the edge.
I come so hard around him, I push my face into the pillows myself to block my moans from waking up unsuspecting people in the hotel. I tighten around him and he gasps as he lets go of my hands. He holds himself up as his orgasm wracks through his body, and I try to keep quiet and let him use me even though I’m coming so hard I can’t even breath.
”Holy shit, holy shit—“ He gasps breathlessly as he stills his hips and gently holds mine. His thumb brushes over my skin lightly as he coaxes me from my violent high. I turn my head to the side, facing him. “Are you alright?” He asks, panting and quiet.
”Yeah,” my voice breaks. He leans over and kisses me face.
”If I knew you felt this way about my voice I would have said something a long time ago.”
”The problem is you did and I’ve been going crazy for you since then. You’re just too stupid to have seen it.” Colby’s breath hitches as I say that and he laughs before he thrusts inside me deep again. I gasp loudly and arch my back.
”Maybe don’t talk to me like that when I’m this deep inside you.”
You arched your back as your hips grinded down on Colby's, moaning loudly as the brunette fucked up into you from underneath. You were silently thankful to the tint that concealed the two of you as you rode his cock shamelessly. Your limo driver was acting as though nothing was happening, despite your sinful actions clouding up the windows with steam. "My pretty girl," Colby hummed against your skin, placing sloppy open mouth kisses on your neck. You glanced at the GPS on the dashboard, biting your bottom lip as you realized your destination was only a few blocks away. "Colbs... we're only a few blocks away," You panted, groaning as his cock hit your g spot. Colby grinned into your skin, his blue eyes meeting yours.
"Worried they'll catch us? The world knows about us baby," Colby cooed. He grabbed your hips, his slender fingers digging into your scrunched up dress. "Besides even if they hadn't, don't act like the idea of getting caught with me doesn't get you off," He added. You rolled your hips down onto his cock, your eyes struggling to stay open. "Especially like this. Hair tangled, cheeks flushed red, your impending panties fixing to be full of my cum," Colby whispered. You managed to maintain eye contact with him as he thrusted up into you, determined to make you cum before you arrived at your destination. "It screams 'Colby's whore' baby," He purred, your legs becoming weak as he fucked you from below. Your knees were digging into the leather seats, Colby's assertive hands being the only thing keeping you on his lap.
"Go on and be good, cum for me so I can see your pretty face when you cum on my cock," Colby ordered. His thrust continued to abuse your g spot, your hands grabbing onto his leather jacket for support. Your vision went white, the sounds of potential paparazzi bombarding your car going unheard as you came down from your high. Colby chuckled as you both came down, pressing kisses to the side of your head.
"Well if they haven't heard of us, they certainly have now."
In which… you take a trip to Vegas and meet famous you tuber colby brock at a bar…
a/n: one thing i would like to say is that i write for fun. so there will be errors.
warnings: p n v, smut smut smut,cream pie, nick names (sweetheart,baby,good girl etc) language
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“Im SO excited to go to VEGAS.” scarlet squealed, stepping out of the cab. “So am i” i smiled before walking over to the car truck getting my suitcase. taking a breath before walking into the airport and going through security so we could get to our gate.
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I got up from my seat grabbing my luggage from the storage above. after what felt like forever we got off the plane and walked out of the VEGAS airport. “Oh my fucking god” i looked around seeing palm trees and the smell of salty sea air with cigarettes mixed together. “cmon our cabs here” scarlet said tapping my arm to follow her.
we got in the cab and headed to our hotel we would be staying at for the week…… We both got out of the cab walking in and checking in at the front desk. “OMG Y/N LOOK AT THIS VIEW” scarlet walking over go the window looking down at the streets of Las Vegas,Nevada. “holy shit” i walked up to her. “i wanna try this bar its close,so we could maybe walk there tonight. its called Downtown bar.” scarlet said while clapping her hands together “ooo sounds good lets start getting ready then?” i shrugged grabbing my suitcase throwing it on the bed to pick out an outfit. I turned on “The Weekend” and began to get ready.
We spent the next hour doing makeup,picking outfits,and listening to music. after 30 minutes i finally picked out a jean shirt with jewels on it and some miss me jeans with crosses on the butt. doing some light makeup and my hair simple.
“im ready if you are?” i walked into the bathroom to find scarlet putting on some lip gloss “yes now i am!”she smiled “ok lets go!” i squealed checking myself out one more time before heading out the door with her. It was about a 15 minute walk from our hotel. When we finally made it the bouncer checked our IDs and let us in. We both headed straight to the bar leaning against the counter. “what can i get you two?” the bar tender came up to us “uhhh.. ill have a martini” scarlet smacked her lips. “make that 2”. The bar tender smiled at us and came back within minutes. we walked away from the bar sitting at a booth drinking and talking.
“no.fucking.way.” my jaw dropping “what?” scarlet looked confused looking around trying to see what i was looking at. “colby mother fucking brock is here” i looked at her “Oh my god. so is sam.” she gasped. Me and colby made eye contact. I watched as he bumped sam’s shoulder signaling to follow him. both walking straight to our booth “Mind if we join you two?” colby said looking deep onto my eyes. “i. yeah sure!” i scooted over as colby took a seat next to me putting his arm on my chair and sam sitting next to scarlet.
“im Y/N” introducing myself. he smiled “thats a pretty name, im colby.” i giggled and nodded “i watch your guys youtube im a huge fan of you.” i looked back at scarlet seeing her and sam laughing while i look back at colby him already looking at me “sorry. this is quick but your insanely gorgeous i cant help but stare” colby grinned. i felt my cheeks burn up,giggling “thank you colby.” he slid hid phone over “put your number in my phone princess” i took ahold of his phone typing in my number “here” i held it out for him.
All 4 of us ended up talking for hours. i looked at the time 2:30 “holy shit you guys the club closes in 30 minutes. we’ve been here for 5 hours” i laughed. “thats crazy” colby said grinning. it felt like i’ve known colby for years like he’s been my friend since birth. we clicked so fast and we had out little moments through the night like him touching my thigh and him making comments and me flirting back.
“im so tired” i rested my head in my hands. “and hung over.” colby laughed “want me and sam to take you and scarlet to your hotel or even our place?” i looked up at scarlet, she flicked her brows at me “your guys house” i groaned “alright lets go” colby got up from the booth as we all followed behind him. We got to the car all piling  in it. Sam drove us home because he only had 2 drinks. it was a 20 minute drive of laughter and small talk. We pulled into a driveway the house porch lights blinding us. Sam turned off the car and we all got out and headed straight to the door. “do you guys have any tylenol?” i looked at them “yeah. we do ill get you some” colby patted my shoulder before walking into the kitchen spilling the 2 pills out of the bottle into his hand and getting me a drink of water and walking back to me handing it to me “thank you colbs” not processing the nickname i had just gave him. And taking the pills. Sam and scarlet already headed to sam’s room and left us alone. “cmon princess lets go to my room” colby reached out for me wrapping his hand around my waist guiding me through the hallway. he opened the door to his room. “woahhh” i looked around. “you wanna shower pretty girl?” colby walked up to me grabbing my waist once again and i wrapped my hands around his neck. “please” i looked him in his eyes. i was sobering up. “mk.” colby grabbed a clean towel and one of his shirts for me to wear. “thank you” colby leading me to the bathroom.
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i took a nice long shower using the shampoo,conditioner, and body wash and soaking up the water. i finally got out of the shower drying myself off with the towel before throwing colbys shirt on and putting my hair up. it smelt like him. i left my clothes in his bathroom and walked out.
“how you feelin baby?” colby looked at me from the bed “much better” i smiled and walked to get into the bed. laying on my side looking up at him while he scrolled through his phone before throwing it to the side.
“fuck your so fucking gorgeous” colby said staring at me. i propped myself up on my arms “your not to bad yourself pretty boy.” there was a short pause before colby leaned in kissing me hungrily. “fuck. ive been waiting to kiss you” i smiled before sliding myself out from under the sheets straddling him. “s’fuckin pretty” colby grinned. i kissed him again grabbing his face on either side forcing my tongue into his mouth and his entering mine. Our lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.
I felt colby grow under me touching my thigh before colby grabbed my neck pulling back and throwing me onto my stomach. i giggled “ass up” colby said slapping my ass, i raised my ass into the air arching. “i’ve been waiting all night colby.” i teased pushing my hips back against his clothed dick. “so have i” colby flipped me back onto my back. “take this off now” tugging on my shirt. I smiled and grabbed the hems of the shirt and ripped it off revealing my tits. “fuck” he said growling before taking one to his mouth swirling his tongue around my nipple, squeezing the other one. “fuck colby” i whined. “need you now” i whispered. colby began kissing me down my stomach, “can i?” he said playing with the hems of my panties. i nodded. before i could even take another breath they were ripped off thrown somewhere on the floor. he moved down even more,grabbing my thighs to push them open and kissing up them. “mm” i moaned quietly, “so fuckin wet” admiring me.He started sucking my cunt and licking me up and down. inserting his tongue in and out of me.
“taste s’fuckin good mama” colby whispered his hot breath against me, rubbing his fingers against my wet folds then slipping one into me. i gasped “fuck” throwing my head back and reaching for his hair to grip on. sucking my cunt and fingering me he inserted another stretching me out. “oh fuck colby” i felt my orgasm rushing to me. the not in my stomach growing faster than ever at his speed. his tongue lapped around my clit,kissing,sucking on it. “mm fuck.” my body jerked. “so close” i gripped his hair. “cum on my fingers baby” still doing his thing “SHIT” i whined. i felt my orgasm rush out of me onto colby’s hands. my body shaking as colby slowed down his fingers gathering my juices on his fingers. after a second or more he pulled out sucking on his fingers licking my juices off them.
grinning at me colby flipped me back onto my stomach pulling my waist up making me arch, standing up taking his sweats and boxers off. His cock springing free hitting his stomach. He grabbed his cock rubbing it against me to use my wetness as lube before teasingly pushing it in and pulling out quickly “Colby” i whined. “tell me what your want sweetheart” he slapped my ass. i moaned slightly. “you.i need you” He pushed in immediately thrusting into me not letting me get use to his size “f-uck” i threw my head back as he reached for my hair balling it into a ponytail and began going faster. “feels so fucking good.” colby huffed out in between thrusts. i cried out in pleasure his tip kissing my g spot and other spots i never knew i had.
“your my Vegas whore”
colby growled bending down to whisper into my ear. “my little slut” colby growled again. i couldn’t respond, the pleasure was paralyzing my mouth all i could do is whine. “whos pussy is this” colby pulling my head back by my hair “y-your. all fucking yours” i struggled to talk. my mouth hanging out. he slowed down before slapping my ass twice on each cheek and began going faster then ever. i gripped the sheets and put my face into the sheets to muffle my moans “FUCKING SHIT” i bit my lip, colby grabbing my hands cuffing them behind my back hitting more new spots “shit pretty girl feels so good” he smacked my ass. “im so fucking close baby” i whined once more. “so am i baby cum with me yeah?” colby bit his lip “mhm” i moaned. colby’s thrust became faster but sloppier “fuckk” he groaned i felt my orgasm knot up in my stomach “fuck fuck im cumming” with that i let myself go cumming all over colby’s cock “mm good girl” he kept thrusting then suddenly stopped and released thick white ropes of his seed into me filling me up. after a few seconds he pulled out of me with a wet pop.
he grabbed my ass squeezing it. “push baby” i pushed and his seed oozed out of me down my pussy. “mm so pretty” he admired for a minute or two before getting up and getting a towel whipping me up gently.
a/n 2: like i said i write for fun so im so sorry if this sycks n the smut isnt good😩 but feel free to leave requests!!
Sexual Tension {Colby Brock X Reader X Sam Golbach Smut}
Oh no, I'm back at it again. Another smut I'm writing, just so I won't publish it. If you're reading this, Pluto convinced me to post it. Thank them.
Warnings: DOM!Colby, Switch!Sam, oral {mainly f receiving), double penetration, Mentions of lube, sexual tension that’s built up, ya know, just basic smut. Fluff towards the end. Female implied reader. Implied that reader ends up with Sam.
"Holy fuck," Sam complains while walking out onto the patio where you and Colby were already sitting. "How are you two not roasting? It's hot as hell out here."
You stiffle a laugh, "You're standing on the concrete. Colby and I are in the pool, so yes, you're hotter right now."
"Thanks for calling me hot," Sam teases and you're thankful for the sun already turning your cheeks a rosy pink. All three of you had a flirtatious relationship and it was clear that both Sam and Colby felt things for you. You'd caught them whispering between themselves one afternoon when you came out in your high waisted blood red bikini. You only assumed it was about you because neither of them were able to take their eyes off of you for the rest of the afternoon.
"In your dreams," You reply and playfully splash water at Sam, who had walked closer to the pool.
"That was unnecessary." Sam complains before walking towards the stairs of the pool, rolling his eyes at you.
"It's not like you weren't getting into the pool," You pause for a moment, playfully biting your lip. "What if Colby and I were trying to get some alone time?"
"B-But we weren't!" Colby protests, his cheeks flushing.
"I'm sure you would have enjoyed it though," You speak with a soft, but flirty smile. "I'm sure you'd much rather have alone time with me rather than Sam. I don't blame you for that."
Before either boy could respond, Sam is splashing water at you. You squeal before returning a splash towards him and soon, all three of you are in a heated splashing battle. At first, Colby was trying to stay out of it until you hid behind him to try and avoid the water hitting you. It was all playful fun until you were pinned against the side of the pool, both arms secured by Sam while Colby was standing right next to the two of you. You were all panting, staring at each other. Sam and Colby shared a look, cocking their eyebrows in a silent communication way.
"What?"
Your words were met on deaf ears as Sam leaned forward and captured your lips with his own. You were shocked at first; had the sexual tension between the three of you grew that large? Colby's hands take the pace of Sam's pulling them above your head and resting them on the edge of the pool behind you. While you were preoccupied with Sam's lips, Colby started to press kisses from your collarbone up to your ear.
He lightly grazes his teeth on your earlobe, "You say the word, Kitten and we'll stop. Yet, there's a deep part of me that knows how badly you've been wanting this and how badly we've been wanting this."
Colby's dominating voice sends chills down your spine while you try and tug your hands out his grasp. However, what strength you have is nothing compared to his. Sam pulls back, lust filled eyes staring directly into yours. "You decision, Kitten."
Both men are staring at you, their blue eyes turning darker with lust. After a few seconds of composing yourself, you lightly push Sam out of your way before heading towards the stairs to get out of the pool. They both stood silent- did they read the signs wrong? Were you not feeling the same sexual tension they were?
"If you boys want some of this, you'll have to try harder than that."
Almost the moment you were handcuffed around Colby's bedpost, you knew you'd pushed them both too far. Colby had taken his time to adjust the cuffs to lightly bite your skin as they held you in place, watching your body when you shifted. Sam's lips were on your hip, sucking soft bruises on your hips. His teeth graze against your hip bone, lightly tugging on the string of your bikini bottom. After a couple of playful seconds, he pulls the knot out of your right strings before moving to do that same to your left. Colby's fingers are resting on your neck, forcing you to keep your lips on his. Your brain goes blank when Sam playfully runs a finger between your folds, legs twitching around him. Sam pushes your legs open further, leaning down to pull your bottoms completely off. You tug on the cuffs, trying desperately to reach for Sam’s blonde hair. Colby pulls his lips away from yours, moving them to start pressing wet kisses to your neck before trailing down towards the tops of your breasts.
“Those cuffs aren’t going to loosen up,” Colby teases, pulling at the strings of your top.
He tosses the top towards the corner of the room, not bothering to really pay attention to where it ended up. Colby wraps his lips around your nipple, lightly sucking on it. A whine leaves your lips, something that causes Sam to bite your hip playfully.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Sam asks, almost teasingly.
“N-Need my hands,” Both Sam and Colby shake their heads, denying your request. You whine, “F-Fine, but please do something more. I need something.”
Sam and Colby share a glance before Colby joins Sam between your legs. One of Sam’s hands holds your right thigh, while Colby held your left thigh. Sam leans forward before playfully blowing air onto your soaking wet core. When your body instinctively tries to buck your hips, the boys hold them down. Colby nudges Sam’s face away from your core, bending down to wrap his lips around your clit. A moan falls from your lips, nails digging into your palm.
“Eyes down here,” Sam toys your entrance with a finger, smirking when you struggle to advert your gaze down towards the two men.
Colby begins a figure eight tracing on your clit, moans falling from your lips. After a few seconds, Sam and Colby switch spots and Colby is pushing a finger in beside Sam’s. You moan at the stretch, struggling to keep your legs open. Colby leans over, bitting the skin of your thigh, “Do I need to tie your legs open?”
“No, j-just feels so good. I-I need more.” You’re begging; fueling both Sam and Colby’s egos. Sam flicks his tongue against your clit, teasing the bud between your legs. Your nails continue to dig into your palms, eyes starting to roll into the back of your head.
Sam smacks your thigh, “Keep your eyes open. Or you won’t get anymore.”
You quickly open your eyes, almost immediately meeting Sam’s eyes. The look that’s lingering in Sam’s eyes makes it nearly impossible to look away from. Your eyes shift between his eyes and Colby’s, moans still falling from your lips. Sam simply smirks, sucking harder on your clit while he pumps his finger in sync with Colby’s. It’s impossible to stop the moans leaving your mouth, something that makes both of the boys smile. Sam moves away, allowing Colby to continue licking at your clit while he pushes a second finger into you— a loud moan rising from your body. Your core starts to tighten around their fingers, and you’re embarrassed for how quickly you’ve reached your climax— but no one has ever made you feel this good.
“Already close?” Colby teases, lightly nipping your clit. “You must have been wanting this for a while.”
“Y-you have no fucking clue.” You pant, fingers digging even harder into your palms. “P-Please let me cum.”
“You’re free to cum,” Sam kisses your thigh, glancing over at Colby who nods in agreement. “Who are we to deny such a pretty girl?”
Almost immediately, with those words, your orgasm is crashing over you and you’re coming hard. Your eyes close, body pulsing with each small wave of your orgasm. With both boys between your legs, you’re unable to close them to lessen the orgasm. Neither boy stops their movements, continuing to prolong your orgasm. You’re shaking, moaning louder than before and trying to squirm away from their grasps. Sam smacks your leg, leaning down to press kisses against the skin that he had smacked.
“Too much!” You whine, legs shaking. Colby removes his lips from your clit, leaning to rest against your thigh. The thrusting of their fingers slow to a stop before they pull out. Sam sucks your cum off his fingers, while Colby does the same. “W-want the cuffs off.”
Colby moves up to undo the cuffs, taking a few moments to kiss the red marks that had been left behind. Sam’s standing at the end of the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. You squirm away from Colby’s grasp, moving to lay at the end of the bed and reaching for Sam’s cock. Colby rolls his eyes, almost amused with how focused you were on Sam. He moves to stand next to Sam, pushing his trunks down his legs. His cock springs up and you immediately wrap your hand around him, trying to takeover stroking Sam as well. Sam allows you to take over, lacing his fingers into your hair. Colby bites his lip as you lean forward to lick the head of Sam’s cock. After kitten licking the tip, you do the same to Colby’s cock.
“Fuck, I call fucking her first.” Sam moves away from you, moving to straddle you from behind while rubbing the head of his cock between your soaking core.
“Stay here,” Colby demands. “I’m going to get the lube from my room. I wanna fuck that pretty ass.”
Colby disappears from the room and Sam takes the time to flip you over, pushing the head of his cock into your cunt. His lips find your lips, kissing you softly, while fingers interlock with yours. He rocks his hips against yours causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Sam continues to thrust, occasionally thrusting harder than before. When the door opens and Colby returns, he scoffs.
“I leave for five minutes and you’ve already gone soft, Golbach.” Colby teases, causing Sam’s head to jerk up. “Pull out and lay on your back.”
Sam almost immediately does as he’s told, both of you whimpering at the loss of contact. Once he’s gotten comfortable, you straddle Sam’s hips before sinking down on his cock. Colby nods in approval, using the new space to squeeze some lube onto his fingers and pushing a finger into your ass. You mouth falls open in a silent gasp, which causes Sam to lean up and kiss you. Sam dominates the kiss, his tongue roughly exploring the inside of your mouth. Colby takes his time, prepping your asshole for his cock. You moan into Sam’s mouth as Colby pushes a second finger into you, using his fingers to scissor you open. You’re even more surprised when you feel Colby lean down to flick his tongue over your gaping hole. He thrusts his fingers harder, teasing a third finger. The thrusts of his fingers cause you to rock against Sam and for the first time, you’re reminded that Sam was buried deep inside of your cunt.
“Such a good whore,” Colby praises, pressing soft kisses to each of your ass cheeks. “I’m sure you’re enjoying this. Just wait.”
Colby pulls his fingers out of your ass, using his already lubed hand to slather his cock in lube. Pulling back from Sam, you move to start pressing kisses to his neck. “Colby, hurry up. I wanna fuck her.”
“Shut up and be patient. If I want to take my time, I will take my goddamn time.” Colby rolls his eyes as he pushes the head of his cock into your ass, groaning as you open up more from him.
“C-Colby, please.” You beg and Colby thrusts hard into your ass, you mouth falling open. “F-fuck… feel so full.”
“And I’m sure you’re loving it.” Colby smacks your ass before thrusting harder into you, pushing you to rise and then fall onto Sam’s cock. With stuttering hips, Sam meets Colby’s pace and they begin a push and pull motion.
“Look at you,” Sam coos softly, pushing your hair out of your face as he thrusts harder. “I bet you’re so cock drunk that you can’t even think straight.”
You nod, almost completely numb. Every nerve in your body is on fire, pleasure coursing through your body. You struggle to keep your head up, leaning forward to rest your forehead against Sam’s shoulder. Sam’s fingers grip your hips and Colby smacks your ass, admiring the way it moves.
“F-fuck!” You moan out, lips pressing sloppy kisses to Sam’s neck. “Feels so good…”
Colby groans, biting his lip. “I’m so fucking close, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.”
Sam nods, “I-I agree… you wouldn’t believe how fucking tight her cunt is.”
Your walls flutter around Sam in response, leaning forward to press your lips back to his. Fingers digging into the skin of his chest, you’re struggling to communicate how close you were getting to coming.
“You don’t have to warn us, Kitten. Cum whenever you feel like,” Colby presses kisses across your shoulders, thrusting harder into you which increases the thrusts from Sam.
Within seconds, you cum hard around Sam while biting his neck to quiet your undeniably loud moans. Sam’s hips stall, almost pausing immediately, before he cums deep inside of you. Sam tilts your chin up, pulling your lips to his as Colby aggressively chases his high. His thrusts are causing you and Sam to become slightly overstimulated, whimpers leaving both of you. After a few seconds, Colby cums deep inside your ass. The three of you lay in post sex bliss, enjoying each other’s company. It’s long before Colby pulls out, walking into the bathroom to grab something’s to clean you guys up.
“Where does this leave us?” You question as Colby finally plops down onto the bed. He’d just finished in the shower, joining you and Sam on the bed. You and Sam had showered fifteen minutes prior, as you were unable to support your own weight.
“What do you mean?” Colby questions, glancing over at you.
“Well, we just fucked.. what does this mean for our friendship?”
Sam chuckles, “Baby girl, you’re acting like this was the first threesome Colby and I have ever had.”
You roll your eyes before giggling, “I didn’t need to know that. You know what I mean.”
“We’re still friends, we’ve just slept together.” Colby leans over to kiss your cheek before playfully nudging your cheek. “Plus, I think I’ve figured out who you’re more interested in.”
Your cheeks flush, turning to hide your face in Sam’s bare chest. Sam rubs reassuring circles on your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Don’t get me wrong, totally not offended. As long as I occasionally get to fuck that ass.” Colby teases and now it’s Sam’s turn to roll his eyes.
Soft hands on your hips, small breaths on the side of your exposed neck. A gasp escaped your mouth as the thrusts got harder by just a bit but it still somehow did change so much in the sensation you were feeling.
"Karl..", you moaned quietly as his hands just grabbed a little bit tighter than before.
Karls hair tickled your cheek, he kissed your neck so sweetly. The breath on your neck became rapid. He loved you so much, he couldn't put it in words. He doesn't know how to, so he has to compensate it with great, lovingly sex.
"Yeah? You feeling good, baby?"
You nodded quickly, grabbing his hair with your left hand while the other one scraped his back, making the brunet groan in pleasure. You both knew that it would leave marks, beautiful red lines will perfect his already perfect self.
"Beautiful baby. My beautiful little baby.."
"K-karl.. 'm gonna cum.", another moan slipped right through your lips. You felt full of him, he's not the most lengthy or has the biggest girth but he's so much more than enough. He's veiny, the vein pulsing inside of you giving it a plus that made your toes curl each time you felt it.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for me baby?", his hand snarled down to sensually rub your clit as your eyes rolled back and the white, beautiful feeling from your orgasm washed over you.
"T-too much. Too much Karl-", you said hoping for him to stop even though you didn't want him to stop. But the oversensitivity took over you as you shivered underneath him. He secretly knew you didn't want him to stop so he decided to look for any signs of actual discomfort in your face. But there wasn't.
So he continued.
He continued so long, that you felt your second orgasm wash over you so fast that you could barely warn him.
But he stopped. He stopped because he wanted you to beg, he wanted you to cry for him because yes, Karl thought you were so incredibly beautiful when you cried.
"Why'd you stop?", you whined as you tugged his hair. The brunet grinned, his white teeth pearled so beautiful in the dim light.
"You wanna cum again..? Make me. Convince you to make you cum.. make me make you cum baby."
Your legs were spread wide when you let out a loud moan. Your head was thrown back and your eyes shut the entire time.
"Karl please don't stop!", you grabbed his brown, fluffy hair while his head was buried between your legs.
"’M not planning on it, my love..", he whispered against your clit while two fingers pounded into your cunt. His tongue circled around your sensitive nub and you could just feel the, probably loving, smile on his lips.
Karl's been between your legs for a while now and if it were for himself- he would never stop. It's his favorite spot, between your legs. Not even just while you two were sexually active, he loves just having his head on your thighs, nothing but you in his mind, cuddling with your thighs and enjoying the warmth of them.
But he as well needed some kind of relief, he needed to let go. His boner has been arching in his boxers for way too long.
"Give me one more before I'll fuck you, alright sweets? I'm gonna fill you up but first give me one more okay? I'll fuck you gently and nice.. just how I know you like it..”
The brunet always makes sure that you're comfortable with anything you both are doing. Whenever you both wanted to try something new, you wouldn't try it without having a deep and honest conversation about it. Talking about new experiences and boundaries is one of the most important things for you.
And him overstimulating you or you overstimulating him is one of your most loving things you could do. That also was one of the first things you've been talking about when you were talking about your sexual presence.
"I can't, Karl it's too much!", you moaned while pulling him closer into your core. Although he could have thought that you wanted to stop, Karl knew you'd use the safe word you've established if that was the case.
"You can baby, I believe in you, come on.. cum on my tongue.", he switched to fucking his tongue into your hole and rubbing your clit gently with his finger. The only goal in his mind right now is to make you cum before filling you up.
The knot in your stomach tightened fast and suddenly snapped. Your hips stuttered as your orgasm crashed over you and he immediately pulled away before pushing his hard dick into your wet, pulsing core.
He moaned at the heat and tightness around his dick. "Karl.. you're so big..", you moaned dumbfounded while spit started to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. Karl smirked a little bit at it.
"Aw baby, you're dribbling all over yourself.. that's so cute princess.."
Karl proceeded to wipe away the shit with his fingers before using them to rub your clit again. His hips moved in a slow rhythm, still not used to your wet heat around himself. "Karl.. Karl so good..", you chanted when his thrusts got a little harder but still sweet and soft.
"Yeah you like that...? You want me to fill you up don't you? Fill you up completely and make everyone know your mine.. want to see you with a cute swollen tummy.. a cute, swollen stomach.. you'd be such a good baby momma, such a good- hah fuck you clenching around me so sweetly.."
Your boyfriend's eyes squeezed shut when you started to spasm under him. "Karl!", you yelled when you saw white- much more pressure was suddenly inside of your lower body and you felt like you might pee.
Your clouded brain prevented you from saying something though and for a short moment you felt embarrassed before the knot snapped once again- your fluids squirting out of your hole, coating his dick and thighs. "Fuck, baby.."
That sight alone was enough for Karl's hips to stutter, releasing his cum into your cunt. He continued to fuck both of you through your orgasm before collapsing on top of you, exhausted.
Karl only came once while you came multiple times but he surely thought that that was one of the best and hottest orgasms of yours he's ever witnessed.
"Fuck you need to squirt more often baby, you did so amazing.."
(literally any dsmp member) x reader where he teaches her how to masturbate???
the brain rot's telling me to say someone like Karl or Sapnap? but whatever ig
just like-- imagine
karl jacobs x fem!reader - teach me
Masterlist!
cw: soft!karl, masturbation, Karl wants you to look into the mirror, praising, dirty talk, daddy kink
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWER HELLO?!
nsfw under the cut!
Your naked back was pressed against Karls pale chest, his hands all over your upper body while he smiled at your through the mirror in front of your bed.
"You're a really pretty girl, aren't you? My beautiful baby.. asking me if I can teach you how to pleasure yourself because you can't do it yourself.. so cute.."
Now, Karl wasn't exactly your boyfriend but he's your best friend. The only one you trust with everything and anything. And the other way round as well. He loves you with his entire heart so when you asked him to teach you how to,, well, masturbate he obviously said yes immediately. Because that's what best friends are for, to help each other out.
"Mhh I'm your pretty girl Karl.." you whispered when you looked up to him with lust clouded eyes.
He placed a small, wet kiss on your neck before he started massaging your boobs.
"Okay the first step... spread those pretty legs and look at yourself in the mirror, look how pretty your pussy looks.. such a pretty thing, aren't you?", he waited for you to make a noise of affirmation and do what he said, before he continued.
"That's right, do as I say.. you're so amazing.. okay baby so..", you noticed that he struggled with his words and just did what you thought would be the right thing. You stroked through your wet folds to collect some of your fluids just for you to stick the same two fingers into your own mouth to lick them clean and wet them.
Karl stared at you, eyes shiny when he let out a gasp but then immediately sighed. "Princess... I thought I'm supposed to be teaching you? So why don't you wait for my instructions? Okay so.. now that you've felt and tasted how sweet wet you are you wanna take one of your fingers, you can decide which feels most comfortable for yourself, and insert it slowly into yourself.. you can also start off with gently rubbing yourself, whatever you want baby."
He once again left some wet kisses on your neck while making sure your chest never feels cold by alternating between playing with them and massaging them. You took a deep breath and nodded, slowly started to rub your clit while little gasps and whimpers escaped your lips.
"Just like that, good girl. Just like that.. you're doing so good.. fuck you're looking hot..", he started to grind a little bit against you to get some kind of friction out of it. "Don't mind me, just continue baby.."
Karl bit your earlobe when you decided to slowly insert a finger into your core, moaning at the feeling of the wetness around it and the tightness from the constant squeezing through pleasure. "Daddy please.. tell me how I'm doing.."
He stopped at the name, looked at your figure in the mirror before letting out a low groan. "You're doing amazing baby.. you're doing so good for daddy.. go a little bit faster okay? Do it for me, my pretty baby.."
You whined, nodded and started to thrust that finger inside faster and with more desperation. Desperate to get yourself off, the tight knot in your stomach just tightens by any second you stimulate yourself. Karl continued to grind on your behind while one of his hands slowly placed itself on your clit to rub it gently but with force behind it.
"You like that? You like that when daddy touches you like that? Yeah I bet you do..", his breath hitched and yours was unstable. Your chest was rising up fast and unsteady while you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Daddy, daddy please.. i think i.. I'm gonna cum.."
"Cum for me baby, let it go.", he whispered in your ear while circling your sensitive spot. Your legs started to shake and you felt your orgasm crash over you. Karl helped you out ride out your orgasm, but he didn't stop after you pulled out your fingers.
"Daddy, too much, too much-"
"You really thought we'd be finished..? Noo, we're gonna have some really fun now okay?"
- Dom!Karl would hold you down and press you on the mattress. Doesn't matter if he holds you down by your neck, your shoulders, your chest, doesn't really matter, he held you down.
- He'd definitely stick your panties in your mouth because on bad days where he just couldn't stand listening to your whining for more. But at the same time he would whine about how good and tight you felt
- Dom!Karl would kiss you so sweetly while teasing you with the slowest thrusts
- Dom!Karl would demolish your throat, threatening to not fuck you if you "didn't suck him off right", because even though you always comes first in his eyes, he needed to remind you day by day that you're at his mercy
- Dom!Karl leaves pretty marks all over your body to show everyone that you're his
- Dom!Karl who would still hold your hand tightly and come at the same time as you to share some cute moments together because he loved you dearly and endlessly
- Dom!Karl would be so incredibly good at after care. Making sure you went to the toilet right after, helping you get in the bathtub, brushing his own teeth with you, getting you water and a little snack and massaging you if you need it
- Dom!Karl definitely plays two different roles in this relationship. The caring, loving boyfriend who would not go a second without worshipping every single thing in regards of you and the rough, dominant partner who would fuck you senseless whenever the both of you felt like it.
i should probably be writing karl with how much of my brain he consumes but anyways
karl telling insatiable!reader he has to go, since the guys are recording another episode of banter but she just has to have him, right there by the door and even after he comes home she’s waiting for him, dragging him back to the couch to fuck again and he can’t say no because he just loves her sooo much
WAIT NO THIS IS ACTUALLY SO ACCURATE
♡ "but i have to go, baby, i'll be late..." he tries to argue, but his efforts are drowned out by the feeling of your lips on his neck
♡ he ends up pinning you against the wall and fucking you so hard the neighbors probably hear it
♡ i believe in switch!karl supremacy so he's probably all mean and dominant before he leaves, saying "you're such a slut, can't go five minutes without my dick, huh?"
♡ when he gets back, he melts into your kiss, immediately giving in to your hands pulling him over to the couch.
♡ soon enough, your fingers are in his hair as you ride him, babbling about how well he's doing for mommy, and he's almost tearing up as he bucks his hips into you
It’s been about a week since you’re boyfriend streamed himself cooking something complex for the first time, and how he looked during it has been on your mind ever since.
You can’t stop imagining Foolish wearing nothing but an apron, waiting for you, or maybe you can do something like that for him?
Being in LA was making things a bit more difficult, with extra roommates constantly everywhere all the time. It was fun most the time and you loved the roomies, but not right now when you’re desperate for some alone time with your boyfriend.
Foolish was in the shower and you had an idea. You swiftly grabbed the apron he used on the cooking stream, that will definitely need to be washed later as you mentally apologize to the roomies, and made your way back to your shared room.
You shut the door and locked it, then stripped you clothes and underwear then tied the apron around yourself. Earlier you went out and bought some cupcakes, you also grabbed some sprinkles and frosting from the pantry and brought them to your room. You set the cupcakes on a plate and scraped off the frosting they already had (and ate it) then you set up the plate and frosting on his desk.
Foolish comes out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, and sees you slightly bent over frosting the cupcakes. His eyes drift down and take in your naked form, instantly feeling himself get hard. “Hey baby, whatcha doing?” he says walking up behind you, his hands grabbing your waist.
You melt into his touch and arch your back, feeling his hardness against your ass. “Hmm? Or just thought you deserved something sweet, you’ve been working so hard lately,” you feel his grip tighten on your waist and one of his hands slowly makes its way down your navel. His finger find themselves rubbing gentle circles against your clit, occasionally dipping further to gather your wetness.
“Yeah? These look good but I don’t think I can wait for these to be finished getting iced, I’m pretty hungry now,” he says lowering himself to his knees behind you. He gently pushes you foward to lean over the desk, and you happily do so. Foolish spreads you open from behind, his hands greedily squeezing your ass cheeks, and leans in and licks your wetness desperately.
You moan out in pleasure, but quickly slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. Foolish doesn’t let up, he starts rubbing your clit while licking your hole up and down devouring you. “Mmmph I’m so close, please let me cum please ahh~” you manage to whimper out. Foolish hum’s in approval, the vibration sending you over the edge. He doesn’t waste a single drop of you and has you squirming with pleasure from the overstimulation.
Foolish finally stands back up and hastily unties the apron throwing it off of you, and his towel now on the floor, he picks you up only to spin around and place you on the bed that’s on the floor. Foolish lays you down and settles on top of you sloppily kissing you, you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips.
He pulls back, “Can I fuck you now? I need to feel that tight pussy cum on my cock, you can cum for me one more time yeah?” He whispers between kisses. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you, “Yes, please fuck me, want to feel you fill me up,” you practically moan out.
Foolish steadies himself on one arm beside your head as he slips inside, you both moan in pleasure at the sensation. Foolish moves back down to your neck and shoulders kissing, sucking, and leaving small marks everywhere. His thrusts start slow but his desperation has him picking up the pace quickly, “fuck~ you always make me feel so good,” you moan out throwing your head back.
“Yeah? Mmm fuck your such a good girl for me, always so fucking perfect and gorgeous, and you’re all, fucking, mine,” Foolish grunts out the part last between accentuated thrusts. You slip a hand away from his shoulders and down between your bodies to rub your clit, “I’m so close, cum with me please, I need to feel you filling me up fuck~” you whimper out.
Foolish has his head tucked into your neck, “Yeah fuck~ I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming ohh fuuck ha~” he whimpers as he cums with you, your pussy milking him as you cum with a silent moan and your hand clawing into his upper back. Foolish fucks you both through your highs then slowly pulls out, “Fuck that’s hot,” he says holding your thighs apart watching his spend drip from you. You whine and cover your face blushing, “Stooop oh my god you’re ridiculous,” you giggle breathlessly.
Foolish grabs the towel that he dropped earlier and gently cleans you up before lying down and pulling you onto his chest. You happily nuzzle into him, “Thank you for my surprise baby,” he says kissing your forehead. “Don’t thank me, thank the fact that you lost the bet in Valorant and had to do that cooking stream in the first place,” you giggle softly.
You both lay there and eventually drift off to sleep.
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