Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader
Warning: Piv. Unprotected sex. Masturbation. Language. Body Fluids. Blowjob. Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex. Friends with Benefits. Friends to Lovers. After Care. Fluff. Angst. Tell me if I miss something
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Chapter Four: Meet the Mother, Tarot cards and the Tiny Underwear
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It was Sunday, which meant two things: I wasn’t putting on real clothes, and my mom was definitely FaceTiming from somewhere dramatic—either in the middle of a rainforest retreat or from a penthouse balcony in Lisbon. There was no in-between. I sat cross-legged on my bed in nothing but a thin black bra and a matching pair of lacy underwear that might as well have been classified as a fashion suggestion instead of clothing. Nyx was curled beside me, and Marta, my mom—glamorous, sun-kissed, with her hair wrapped in a silk scarf—smiled from the screen.
"You look skinny,” Marta said, as always.
"And you look suspicious rich, where are you this time, mom?" I said with a smile, momma was really glowing.
"Oh back to Rio, a man named Jorge paid for my plane ticket. Very into my aura." she answered, waving a glass of Caipirinha at the camera. "But I called to see if you're eating. You look too thin." She scrutinized me through the screen. My hair was up in a messy bun, no makeup, just those lace things that covered hardly anything.
I rolled my eyes affectionately, dramatically but amused. "Mom.. Do NOT marry Jorge. I swear to God-"
"He's a very spiritual man! And he has a private jet!" she interrupted, taking a sip of her drink. "But enough about me. What's new with you, meu amor? Hows the new apartment? Any good looking neighbor?" Her eyebrow wiggled suggestively, making me shrug playfully.
"Hooking up with the hot neighbor. Working freelance. Thinking about maybe joining a nice clinic that emailed me once I stop being terrified of 9-to-5s."
"Mmm, good looking neighbor huh? You’re glowing. He must be very talented.” She muttered, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and motherly nosiness. "And a 9-to-5? You? Never." She laughed softly. "Freelance suits you better anyway." She paused, sipping her drink again.
"He’s… really fun. Wide shoulders, full of muscles, 28 years old, has a band, he play guitar and sing and has a REALLY good mouth. And owns a bullet vibrator.." and my mom nearly choked on her Caipirinha, coughing dramatically, a little shocked but not impressed. "Wait wait wait... A BULLET VIBRATOR?!" She fanned herself dramatically with her free hand. "My baby girl is getting wild with the hot musician neighbor! I'm so proud!"
I shrugged like it was a skill, with a sightly crooked smirk. "You raised me that way, mommy-"
Just then— I heard a "knock knock". I turned, slightly startled before getting up to open my door, leaving my mom curious on the computer screen. I couldn't be more careless about my attire, even knowing could be anyone. Nyx lifted her head curiously, her ears perked up. When I opened the door to find Colin leaning against the doorframe, guitar case in hand, shirt unbuttoned, hair messy.
"Uhhh hello handsome, where you been this morning? I knocked your door this morning but I guess you wasn't there"
He smirked, his eyes trailing down my figure appreciatively. "Morning rehearsal with the guys. Didn't realize I'd have such a cute view waiting for me back home." He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. "You're not even dressed yet."
"Baby, I'm never dressed.. at least, not properly" With a giggle, I held his hand to pull him closer for a quick kiss then bringing him inside. Colin stepped in, trying hard not to look at my half-naked body, even though his ears were turning red. That’s when he noticed my computer on bed and the woman waving from the screen, freezing mid-step, his eyes widening as he noticed the similarities while my mom just waved enthusiastically from the screen of my computer. A slow grin spread across his face as he realized the situation - my mom catching him standing in my doorway, me half-dressed and him clearly interested in her nearly naked daughter. "Uh..."
"Colin, meet Marta. Mom, meet Colin." I introduced them casually, sitting down on couch, pulling Colin to sit by my side while mom watched us from the computer laid on my bed. He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his messy hair. "Nice to meet you, Marta..Do I bow or something?" He waved awkwardly at the screen, trying to keep his composure. My mom's eyes sparkled with amusement and approval as she took him in.
I plopped back on the bed, legs crossed, totally unfazed by my near-nude state.
"He’s fine, Mom. We’re just fuckbuddies. I can make he bow later.."
Colin nearly chocked with his your own saliva. Marta, without missing a beat, sipped the caipirinha.
“Ai, meu Deus, honey. Do you always have to announce everything with your boobs out?” and I just laughed.
"In my defense.. You called during bra time. It’s your fault, mom."
My mom laughed heartily. "True story. God, you're twenty-four and still walking around half-naked like a teenager. No filter. I raised you right." She grinned mischievously. "So... He's hot. You're screwing him. Is he good?" *
"Deliciously good.. too good!" I said with a soft satisfied sigh while Colin ears turned bright red at your compliment, trying hard not to grin like a schoolboy.
"Aww shucks, honey..." Your mom fanned herself dramatically again, making me giggle. "I raised you right indeed. At least you're getting some good dick-"
"Good is not enough to describe that thing he carries inside his underwear, mom.." Glaring at Colin, I saw him between shocked and amused about how openly I talked to my mom, Marta burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink again, definitely proud. "Holy shit, girl! You're really trying to kill me here!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "So, big dick energy, huh? Damn, my baby is living her best life."
"Huh big dick indeed.. a great mouth too."
Smirking, I playfully elbow Colin and he smirked, knowing exactly what I was referring to. "Mmh," He hummed softly, his ego slightly boosted. My mom watched our interaction closely, taking another sip of her drink. "Wait a minute... He goes down on you good?" She asked bluntly and I just nodded bitting my lower lip, she smiled widely, approvingly while Colin blushed deeply at my confirmation. “Good boy,” she said with a wink towards Colin. “Always remember honey,” she turned back towards me, “A man who eats pussy like it’s his job is a keeper.”
"Yeah, you might be right."
Colin chuckled and stepped further into frame, giving my mom a confident grin.
"So, Marta... should I be thankful that your daughter thinks I'm good with my mouth, or just flattered she's having great sex?" My mom grinned wider. "Both. Do you want me to read your tarot, querido?"
Colin blinked and I grinned like the devil.
"She’s only mildly cursed two men before.. That we know of.. you can trust her"
He laughed, clearly amused by my mom's boldness and my playful warning. "Alright, let's do it. What's the worst that could happen?" He shrugged playfully, sitting down, more relaxed, on the bed next to me and my our mom clapped her hands excitedly. Marta pulled a deck from nowhere, as if summoning it from another dimension. “Let’s see what the cards say. Sit down, Colin.”
Still slightly shell-shocked, Colin squirmed by my side and I casually leaned against him, my bare skin against his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world and I whispered playfully against his ear.
"You’re about to see the exact reason I drink during family dinners.."
Colin leaned a little closer, whispering back. “Your mom reads tarot over FaceTime regularly?” and I nodded grimly. “Every single call. Even during Christmas.. Especially during Christmas.”
Onscreen, Marta shuffled with flair, her silver rings clicking against the deck. "Colin, you ready?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the mysterious deck of cards. He looked at me, then back at my mom, before nodding. "As ready as I'll ever be," He muttered, trying to sound brave but failing miserably as my mom smiled mischievously and began dealing the cards.
"You'll survive," Marta replied. “Depends on the cards and whether you’re good in bed.” and I groaned playfully.
"Holy cow, mãe, really..?"
Marta smirked. “What? I’m just reading energies.”
Colin's face turned beet red at my mom's blunt comment. He looked at me with wide eyes, silently asking for help, I could just grin and shrug, clearly enjoying his discomfort. My mom placed three cards face up on a woven mat. “The Fool,” Marta began, raising a brow. “New beginnings. Innocence. Possibly someone stumbling dick-first into something more serious than he planned.”
He shifted uncomfortably, his arm tightening around me instinctively. My mom's interpretation was hitting a little too close to home given our current situation. He cleared his throat nervously. "Uh huh," He managed weakly. Your mom placed the second card down with a smirk. The Lovers.. recersed!
Marta continued. “Oh-ho. Complicated relationships. Sex that’s better than it should be. Feelings getting tangled. Sound familiar?” and I playfully kicked him lightly in the shin, he hissed, his mind racing with thoughts of our 'relationship'. The reversed Lovers card seemed to sum it up perfectly - amazing chemistry, but so many unspoken emotions and issues between us. He looked at me, his expression a mix of embarrassment and realization. "That could be… anyone.."
Marta snorted and winked. “Pff.. Sure, honey." And I giggled. "And last one—Temperance upright,” she said, more softly. “Balance. Harmony. Someone grounding you. Possibly a path to real connection if you don’t screw it up.”
He stared at the third card, his heart pounding in his chest. The description fit perfectly - you were his anchor, his calm in the storm of his chaotic life. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer without realizing it. Your mom leaned back, folding her arms with a satisfied smirk. "Don’t worry, sweety,” Marta said. “You’ve got good energy. Big ‘boyfriend-in-denial’ vibes.” and I nearly choked on air.
"No, no,” Marta said, grinning. “Now I read yours, filha.”
"Nooooo" I groaned dramatically.
"You begged me last time!” Marta said with a smirk.
"Yeah, last time you said I had the aura of someone ‘desperately needing to get laid’—and you were on speaker with Aunt Lúcia!"
“You did need it,” Marta muttered. “Okay, let’s see.”. i braced myself as the cards turned.
Marta dealt my cards quickly, her eyes scanning each one intently. She hummed thoughtfully, making my stomach drop. I freaking knew that hum - it usually meant she was about to read something wild or embarrassing, well, like hundred percent of time. She placed the first card down - The Emperor. "Authoritative. Masculine energy..."
"Uhh not bad as I thought, I like some dom and sub play."
Colin raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his surprise and a hint of amusement. He knew I'm into some kinky stuff, but hearing me say it out loud and in front of my mom was a whole different experience. He watched as my mom continued to lay out the cards, his curiosity piqued. “Queen of Wands.. so you. Confident. Sexy. Intuitive. Definitely not wearing pants right now.” Marta said with a chuckle, Colin joined, bursting out laughing at her bluntness, shaking his head in disbelief. He looked at me again, with newfound respect and a growing appreciation for my family's 'no-holds-barred' attitude.
Marta placed the final card down, her smirk widening. "Next: The Tower.” she said and I groaned once again.
"It’s not bad, drama queen” she said quickly. “Just means change. Big shifts. Maybe someone shaking things up in your life.” she said with gaze shifted pointedly to Colin, his laughter subsided as he caught her pointed glance towards him. He felt a sudden flush of heat on his cheeks as he realized what she was implying. She was basically calling him out as the potential catalyst for major changes in my life—especially given their current dynamic.
“And finally, the bonus one… The Devil.” Marta said and I froze.
The room grew quiet as my mom laid down the final card. The Devil was a notorious card in tarot, often associated with temptation, material possessions, and unhealthy attachments. Colin watched as I froze, wondering what this card could mean. My mom broke the silence, her voice gentler than before. “The Devil means indulgence. Obsession. Sex. Temptation. Things you shouldn’t want, but can’t stop going back to.” she said and I raised both eyebrows while staring at the ceiling.
"I think I’m going to melt into this mattress.."
He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh at how adorably flustered I was. The way my mom described The Devil card made it crystal clear - she knew my darkest desires. And apparently, so did I. "Any chance that last card is talking about a certain someone we know?"
"Any chance you can give me a simple understanding resumé of my tarot reading?" I asked looking unamused.
"Basically... you're gonna fall hard for someone who'll rock your world - physically and emotionally. This person might not be what you expect, and you'll get pretty obsessed with them. Prepare for some major changes in your love life... probably soon." Marta answered and he paused, smirking, from the corner of my eye, I saw Colin's reaction.
"Buddy, erase this smug face."
He laughed softly, holding up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. No smug faces. Just finding it all kinda... fitting." He winked playfully before continuing. "So, in simple terms, your love life is about to get really interesting—and possibly a bit unhealthy."
"Mom, define 'unhealthy' by what you found on your cards about me?"
He glanced at her, who was trying to suppress a smile. He knew she was enjoying this banter almost as much as he was. "Well, according to the cards, 'unhealthy' in your case might mean... intense obsession, maybe some unhealthy attachments, and definitely a lot of sex." She said and I ran my hand through my hair.
"I really hope it's the 3th option because I'm not really interested in getting emotionally unstable and seeking therapy because of broken hearts and empty beds.."
Marta threw her head back laughing. "Exactly! This child only wants good dick!" she said loudly, making me bury my face in my hands. Colin laughed until his stomach hurt. He liked my mom - she was hilarious and refreshingly honest. "You know what else the cards said?"
"Not sure if I'm ready to hear but go ahead.. unless is anything about death, I prefer don't know but you'll probably tell me anyway.."
Marta grinned mischievously. "No deaths, don't worry." She paused dramatically. "But they did say something else about your love life..." She bit her lip to stop laughing, knowing I was either going to kill her or laugh my ass off. "Brace yourself."
"Just throw the bomb already, Miss."
"...You'll meet someone who's going to completely blow your mind - in more ways than one. Like literally - explosive. And it'll happen sooner rather than later. Plus, you'll fall so hard you won't even know what hit you." Marta shot Colin a knowing look. "Sound familiar?"
"Humm here and there, kinda familiar.." I answer with a hint of irony, I love a little sarcasm, she gave a satisfied sigh. “Good, I'm happy you meet a nice guy. Now, remember—IF you get pregnant, name it after me.”
"Mom, we didn't got expectations but we didn't put boundaries, letting it happen and open if things got deep but for now, WE'RE JUST FUCK BUDDIES." I blurted loud and Colin choked on saliva. Again. Marta sipped her Caipirinha. “Sure, sweetie. And I’m just dating Jorge for his conversation skills.”. With that, she blew them a kiss and ended the call, my screen turning black.
As the call ended, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. My mom was something else. I wiped tears from my eyes, still giggling uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Colin was doubled over, holding his stomach and laughing so hard he thought he might pass out. "Holy fuck... your mom..."
"Yeah, this lady is from another dimension or something like that.."
Between gasps of laughter, he managed to choke out, "She's amazing... I love her..." He laughed some more, trying to catch his breath. "And holy shit, 'just fuck buddies'? Your mom just accepted that like it's no big deal." And I grinned before answering. "She's chaotic but fun as hell, I love her."
Colin snorted softly. "For real though, most moms would be like 'when are you getting married? When are you having kids?'. Your mom is over here 'IF you get pregnant name it after me'". He grinned, shaking his head. "And she's cool with you sleeping around?"
"Yeah, we always been very open to each other about everything, she's single too so she's having adventures as well."
"That's pretty fucking awesome. I wish my parents were that cool." He sighed, leaning back in the couch. "My mom would've had a heart attack if I told her I was just fucking someone with no strings attached." He looked at me with a small smile, blinked, leaning closer. “You know? i think your mom just said I’m going to knock you up sometime soon.”
I grinned wickedly, holding his chin, leaning closer, my lips closer to his. "Shea, IF that happens, I’ll suffocate you with your own boxer briefs..!"
He laughed loudly, leaning back, away from me, clutching his stomach. "Oh my god, I'm dead." He wiped tears from his eyes. "You're gonna suffocate me with my own underwear if I get you pregnant? Damn, you're brutal.. is this a thread or a kink?" He shook his head, still grinning.
"Why not both?" I teased, stretching my legs across his lap. "I mean, You knew what you signed up for, baby" and he grinned at me, brushing a strand of my long hair behind my ear, his grin softening slightly. "Yeah, I did." He paused, his eyes meeting mine. "And I'm not complaining. Not one bit." He shifted slightly, letting my legs rest more comfortably on his lap. Smiling, I leaned close to kiss him, slowly, just enjoying the feeling and the taste of kiss, the feeling of lips, one of my hands into his hair while our lips moved, slowly, like we were just experimenting. He moaned softly into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your legs possessively. He kissed you back slowly, savoring the moment. His hands moved to your hips, squeezing gently. He pulled back slightly, nipping at your bottom lip playfully. “Fuck, you’re cute.”
I answered softly with my eyes closed, nuzzling my nose against his, a small smile on my lips. He giggled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on my hips. “You’re such a sweetheart.” He opened his eyes, finding mine still closed. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, before capturing my mouth again in a soft kiss. “Baby..?”
I hummed, unbothered by the sweet nickname and pulled back slightly to look at you. He asked softly, "Can I ask you something serious without you getting mad or taking it the wrong way?"
With a soft frown, I pulled away, just enough to face him. He hesitated briefly, searching into my eyes for any signs of annoyance or defensiveness. Seeing none, he continued, "Why are you with me? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm fucking over the moon that you are, but... you could have anyone. Why choose someone like me?"
Running through my mind while looking at him, I searched for all my thoughts before answering. "You're hot, fun, help me whenever I need, a great friend, you're sweet, a good man, Nyx adores you, you fuck me like a menace, you cock is amazing just like your humour, you give me mindblowing orgasms and the best snacks.. and I really feel like we had a connection at the first second..!"
His breath caught in his throat at my words. He felt his heart swell with affection and something deeper. Suddenly, he pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face in my neck. He murmured, "Fuck, baby. You know just what to say to make a guy feel special."
With a chuckle, I jump on his lap and wrapping my arms around your neck while stranding him. He laughed softly, his hands automatically going to my hips as he held me close. He loved how easily I could make him laugh and feel good about himself. "You know what? You're fucking amazing." He kissed along my jawline softly before pulling back slightly, "And seriously though..."
He hesitated briefly, then decided to be honest. He didn't want me to think he was fishing for compliments. He asked softly, "Do you ever get bored of being with someone like me? I mean, no commitments, no dates, just sex and hanging out?" And I shake my head, with a genuine smile. He grinned widely back at you. God, you were so honest and straightforward. He loved that. He tugged you closer so your chest was flush with his.
After pecking his lips, he chuckled and quickly helped me off his lap. He stood up with me and gave my butt a light smack as you rushed off to the bathroom. He leaned against the counter, waiting for me to come back.
Returning a few minutes later, looking refreshed. Colin pushed off the counter and turned to face me. He asked, "Do you ever miss having a boyfriend? Or at least someone who takes you out on dates and stuff? I mean, you're fucking gorgeous and smart as hell." Frowning again, I tilted my head sightly. "You know we still can do that, right?"
He stilled, surprised by my 'suggestion'. He studied my face for a moment, trying to gauge if I was serious or just messing with him. But my expression was open and honest. He swallowed hard, his heart rate picking up slightly. He asked quietly, "You'd want to do that with me?"
"Why not?" With a chuckle and still frowning, I went to kitchen to pull food on Nyx bowl, with Colin following me. He watched I feed my cat, his heart feeling warmer than usual. He pushed off the counter and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Because we're just fucking, no strings attached. And suddenly you're suggesting dates?"
"I'm open to anything..!"
His breath caught in his throat at my casual 'I'm open to anything.' He spun me around to face him. There was seriousness in his voice now. "Baby, listen to me. You're talking about going from just casual sex to actual dates. That's a big fucking deal."
"And why this is even a problem?"
He hesitated, searching my eyes for any sign of uncertainty. When he found none, he shook his head slightly. "No, it's not a problem. But I need to know if you understand what that means. Dates mean commitment, baby. It means I'd be taking you out like my girlfriend."
"Again, I'm open to whatever the destiny think we should be but I don't want you to do anything you're not sure about or uncomfortable, know?" I said with a smile, placing my hands on his shoulders before continuing with a shrug "And it's simpler than what looks like, we can just hang out without calling it a date."
He stared at me, utterly charmed by my sweet smile and gentle words. He felt his heart beating faster in his chest as he realized how easily I could wrap him around my finger. He shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Jesus Christ, you're killing me." With a smirk, I leaned to kiss him again.
He melted into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup mh cheek gently. When I pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine "How the fuck do I argue with you when you call me handsome?" His voice was genuine, but teasing.
"Simple, you just can't" I answered with a wink and he chuckled, shaking his head before his arms tighten around me.
