Fuck buddies I
Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol
Author’s note: Little series I’ve started, haven’t exactly planned out how many parts but let me know what you think of part one!
Your phone vibrates again and it takes all your self-control to not roll over and look at it. You know exactly who’s texting you and you know exactly how those messages will make you feel. The butterflies will start in the pit of your stomach, your heart will begin to beat a bit faster, your breathing will be sharper. Your mind will begin looping multiple scenarios through your head. All of these amazing things that could happen if you play the situation out in exactly the right way but that wouldn’t be real. You wouldn’t be real. You’d just be saying exactly what he wants to hear or at least what you think he wants to hear.
For now, you just want to sleep. You just want to stay curled up in your bed, not thinking about him. If only he didn’t have a mind or plans of his own.
You’re sweating, disorientated and pissed off. The banging on your front door rings through your ears again and you scramble to your feet. You’re trying to find your way to the bedroom door in the dark which causes you to trip over multiple pieces of discarded clothing and pairs of shoes. You swear as you stumble your way into the dark hallway and to your front door. You slam open the front door, ready to rip the inconsiderate dick a new one but all the words trap in your throat as you look up at the equally angry man starting back at you.
“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” Colson glares at you through bloodshot eyes. You continue to stand there staring at him, which only pisses him off more. “I swear to god Y/N if you don’t answer the fucking question I will spank you right here in the hallway.”
“I-I was asleep I guess,” you fumble out the words nervously. You don’t even believe you and that’s a problem.
He looks like he’s come from somewhere other than his house. He’s wearing black jeans, a black tee with a leather jacket over the top and his infamous black boots. You can smell the alcohol on him and you can tell by the flush in his cheeks that he’s drunk as fuck.
“You can’t hear when your phone goes off? I’ve called you like six fucking times in the last hour!”
You want to calm him but your brain is still too half asleep to even form the idea of what you would say to him. All you can do is step aside, a silent invitation into your apartment. He huffs but pushes passed you anyway, heading straight to your bedroom. You follow timidly behind him, knowing exactly what’s coming.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he instructs in that eerily calm voice that makes your insides quiver.
You follow his instructions and lay down on the bed. His eyes are watching you, roaming your body as if he hasn’t seen it almost a hundred times before. His pupils dilate and his body stiffens as you perch yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. He tears his t-shirt off, only taking his eyes off you for a second. He kicks his shoes off and his pants are the next thing to go. He stands at the edge of your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight boxers.
“Take them off for me,” he demands and you scramble to the edge of the bed to do as he asks.
You pull his boxers down, slow as to savour the moment but not too slow as to piss him off. He watches you the whole time and you can literally feel yourself dripping all over your bedsheets. The control this man has over you is like no other. Once his boxers are removed, he kicks them away too and places his fingers on the centre of your chest, pushes you back gently onto the bed. You hold your breath, waiting for his next move.
Before you can even release the breath he has you flipped onto your stomach and begins spanking your ass cheeks so hard, you cry out in a mixture of pain and shock. He swaps between cheeks as you pant.
“Never fucking ignore me again,” he growls as he continues his assault on your now raw behind. “Answer me!”
“Ok!” you cry out and suddenly his hand stops punishing you.
He grabs your hips and pulls you upwards off the bed so you’re on all fours. You hear him spit and you assume he is lubing himself up. He placed himself at your entrance, giving you a second of warning, before he plows into you. You call out with pleasure this time as wave after wave of it hits you like no other. He pounds you over and over like a man on a mission and all you can do is moan.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you slut?!” he growls as he keeps up his insane rhythm. “Answer me!”
“Yes baby, I fucking love when y-you…pound me like that!” you pant as you feel an orgasm begin to build.
The feeling of Colson inside you is like no other. He hits all the right spots, he angles himself so perfectly that he completely buried himself in you. He wants to feel you crumble, he wants that toe curling, lung exploding ecstasy to hit you without any warning.
You don’t have a split second to think before suddenly your body is uncoiling and your orgasm hits you like a brick wall.
“Fuck Colson!” you scream at the top of your lungs.
You couldn’t care less right now that you live in an apartment building with paper thin walls. All that matters right now is him. He flips you onto your back and grabs both of your legs to hook over his shoulders. He hitting you deeper now, your orgasm still spiralling down as he finds new angles.
“That’s it baby, I want to feel that slutty pussy of yours squeeze me.”
You’re barely conscious of what’s going on around you but love every fucking minute of it. You flex your pussy on his dick and he moans so loudly that your skin erupts in goosebumps. He leans down and kisses you for the first time since he arrived. His kiss is slow and gentle but there is an intensity behind you that makes you quiver.
“I’m not going to last much longer but I want that pussy to cum for me one more time,” he tells you in a strained tone. You can tell he’s trying to be intimidating but he struggling to keep it together.
He picks up his speed again but this time, he reaches a hand down to your pussy and uses his thumb to rub and flick your clit. You moan and thrash as he adds stir after stir of pleasure to your body. Your stomach muscles tighten and your vision blurs as the biggest orgasm of your life drops down on you.
“Holyyyy shittttt!” you scream as your body releases and you squirt all over Colson’s dick.
“Fuck yes baby!” he calls out as he slams into harder and faster.
Before you can even come down from your high, Colson lets out one more strangled moan before slamming into you one last time. You feel his cock erupt inside you, twitching against your walls. He drops your legs and collapses his head onto your shoulder, panting and mumbling curses under his breath.
You lie there for a while, still connected to each other, as your heart rate settles and your breathing slows. Eventually Colson rolls off you and out of you and drags you up the bed to your pillow. You lie your head down onto it, your earlier exhaustion suddenly hitting you again. Colson goes to the bathroom and you hear the toilet flush before he returns.
You try to not focus on exactly what he’s doing because you already know what’s going to happen. The same thing that happens every other time. He’s going to put his clothes back on, he’s going to kiss you on the cheek, thank you for the best sex ever and then he’s going to leave. This leaves you lying in your bed, as your self-esteem plummets and your heart cracks just that little bit more, hoping, wondering, questioning why you can’t be more than just a fuck buddy to him. What is so wrong with you that you could never be someone worth spending the night with.
“That was-“ Colson begins but you cut him off because you know exactly how he’s going to finish that sentence.
“Fucking amazing,” you say flatly.
If he picks up on your tone, he doesn’t say anything or show it on his face. You don’t want to look at him but you know he’s watching you so you have to look up him briefly from beneath your lashes.
“You’re still coming tomorrow night, right?” he asks, an excited tone creeping into his voice.
“I wouldn’t miss your birthday party for the world,” you grimace and that he definitely notices because you see his brow crease for a second before his big smile slips right back into place.
“Damn straight!” he smirks at you.
He leans down and kisses your cheek, same as every other time, only this time he hovers for a second longer than usual before pulling away. You try not to pin too much onto that way moment of hesitation bit clogs begin to turn in your mind.
When you hear the front door close, you curl your body into a ball as tears begin to fill your eyes and a soft sob breaks from your lips. You hug your blanket as your chest begins to ache and your body shakes.
Why does he always have to leave and why the fuck does it hurt so much?
