Warnings/Tags: smut, angst, swearing, fluff/soft col
Words: 2713
This is my first fic so be gentle plssss. Feedback is appreciated! I take requests btw! :)
The two of you sat there, on opposite sides of the room, panting in the aftermath of your shouting match. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you and your on-again, off-again boyfriend, Colson. He was at the peak of his career, traveling the world and working 24-7, and you were sick and tired and being put on the back burner, especially after three years of dating.
It seemed like all you did these days was fight. You’d come to see him already pissed off and feeling neglected, and then he’d say something that would set you off, or you’d give off a vibe that made Colson defensive and angry. It was a vicious cycle that neither of you was willing to break.
You and Colson hadn’t been officially “together” in months now, but you couldn’t let go of the past. At one point, you’d been happy, completely in sync. Colson worked a lot, sure, but you’d handled that well, and when you finally saw each other, it was the perfect reunion. It wasn’t like that anymore.
But neither of you wanted to break it off when the sex was as good as it was.
For the last few months, you’d been breaking up and making up over and over and over again. You’d scream at each other, then fuck, and then you’d go to sleep content, but in the morning, it was soured again. You didn’t know why you continued to do this to yourself, but god, no one could make you feel like Colson did. He knew your body better than you did.
You lived and worked in LA, and Colson was in town after wrapping up his TTMD tour. Naturally, he’d called you wanting to “talk” and you went over to his place without giving it any thought. Your throat hurt from screaming at him and you sniffed as you hugged your knees to your chest, eyes wet with tears. You were leaning against the giant sliding glass door in Colson’s bedroom while he sat on his bed, head in his hands.
His icy eyes met yours guiltily. “I hate this, Y/N,” he croaked. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling defeated. “I don’t know, Col,” you admitted softly, even though you did know. You knew what was coming shortly, too, and it was the whole reason you couldn’t give each other up. Like clockwork, Colson stood up from the bed and went to you, crouching down in front of you. His hand delicately cupped your chin, tilting it upwards so you’d meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, eyes filled with remorse.
“It’s okay.” You sniffed, giving him a wobbly smile, which he reciprocated.
“Come here,” he whispered, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you close. You let out a shaky breath and hugged his neck, closing your eyes as you breathed in his scent. And then, his lips were on your neck, soft and gentle with their trek to your collarbones. You bit your lip and exhaled slowly through your nostrils, tilting your head to give him more access. It was ridiculous how quickly your bodies responded to one another; Colson was already stirring in his sweatpants.
“Col,” you sighed as he sunk his perfect teeth into your shoulder.
“Come to bed, baby,” he murmured into your sensitive skin. You didn’t even have to reply for him to know he had you. Hands on your ass, Colson got to his feet and carried you to his gigantic bed, laying you out on the comforter. His eyes darkened as he climbed over top of you and settled his hips down, grinding against you. You moaned and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer.
You quickly dissolved into a mess of kisses and bites and gropes, your bodies rutting against one another desperately as your clothes were shed. Both naked, Colson’s dark eyes met yours before his lips were trailing down your body. You let out shaky gasps and whimpers here and there, and finally, you let out a moan when his lips sealed around your clit. “Ohh, Col,” you moaned, quivering beneath him.
Colson looked at you beneath his lashes, both of his hands coming up to cradle your breasts. You moaned as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, making your back arch. Colson knew exactly how to undo you, how to get you to forgive him, even for just an hour. No one had ever been able to get you so fucking close with just their mouth before; it was hard to hate him when he was working magic between your legs.
You gasped sharply as he pressed a finger inside of you, slowly moving it in and out until you were shaking. “Colson,” you said, grabbing his hair and hauling his head away from your core. “Stop waiting,” you demanded.
Colson licked his lips and pressed your thighs upwards, opening you up even more to him, flicking his tongue so quickly that your head spun. You screamed out as you hurtled towards orgasm, toes curling in the air. All it took was for him to plunge his fingers inside you and curl before you were coming on his face, crying out his name.
You panted as Colson pulled away, wiping his mouth off before coming up and shoving his tongue in your mouth. “See how sweet you taste?” he mumbled, barely breaking your kiss. His wet fingers cupped your face. “Can’t get enough of you.”
“Colson, please,” you begged, reaching between you to curl your fingers around his hard dick. You shivered at the thought of him being inside you, stretching you as he always did. Colson groaned softly, brow furrowing as you touched him.
“Hands and knees,” he demanded, and you scrambled to follow his instruction, turning over and arching your back. His large hand pressed firmly to your lower back, arching you further. You whimpered as his fingers tightened around your hips and he hauled you back onto his cock.
Your eyes closed as you clenched around him, adjusting to his massive size as your fingers tensed in the sheets. “Colson–” you moaned out.
Colson bent his body over yours, curling his fingers around your neck. “Can feel your back breakin’, baby,” he rasped. “Feel good?”
“Yes, Col, fuck,” you gasped, trying to press your ass back, desperate for him to move.
“You want daddy to fuck you?” he murmured, kissing your neck hotly.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“Beg,” he demanded, removing his hand from your neck to wind it into your hair instead, hauling you upwards from the roots.
“Colson, please!” you cried as your back pressed to his chest. “Fuck me!”
Colson’s free hand curled around your hip and then he let go of your hair to press you face down into the bed. Then, he began to fuck you so hard that your ass shook against him. He watched it with a groan, brow furrowing. “Yes, Y/N, fuck,” he rasped.
The pleasure was all-encompassing. You closed your eyes and surrendered to it, to the rhythmic roll of his hips, pressing his cock deep inside you with every thrust. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes. You wanted him – all of him, but you knew you’d never have that. It hurt more than anything in the world.
You buried your face in the pillow and whimpered as Colson gripped your hips tightly, hips slamming into your ass. His moans were music to your ears and you found yourself wishing you could see his face, but with the mood he was in, you didn’t dare ask to switch positions.
Luckily, Colson seemed to figure it out because he pulled out of you. “Want you to ride this cock,” he said, falling onto the blankets and reaching for you. With shaky legs, you positioned yourself on top of him and sunk down on his dick. Your eyes still stung with tears but you kept them closed as you rode him.
Colson’s hands stilled your hips and your breath hitched. Fuck. You bit your lip, trying to hold back your emotions. “Y/N. Open your eyes.” Colson’s words were soft and you swallowed hard. You blinked a few times, tears spiking your lashes together, and you reached up to rub your tears away.
“Hey,” Colson said gently, sliding his hands up your arms and pulling you down closer. He stroked your hair, turning his face towards yours. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
You sniffed, resolved at the fact that you couldn’t stop the tears now. You buried your face against his neck and sighed shakily. “Nothing,” you mumbled.
Colson scoffed. “Yeah, because crying during sex is your usual,” he said sarcastically. He lifted your hips, falling out of you, and pulled you into his chest. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”
You hated how gentle he was being, how sincere. It made all of this so much harder. “I can’t keep doing this, Colson,” you said quietly. “It hurts too much.”
Colson’s hand moved anxiously up and down your back. “Doing what?” he asked tightly.
“This. Fighting, then fucking,” you explained. “It’s not good for us. We’re only hurting ourselves.”
Colson sighed shakily and you lifted your head to look at him. “I miss you, Y/N,” he muttered, jaw tensing. He wasn’t meeting your eyes. “There’s…there’s something you’re not saying.”
You froze. “What are you talking about?” you asked, confused.
Colson swallowed hard, fingers fluttering on his own chest. Finally, he fixed his eyes sharply on you. “Is there someone new?” he asked.
You looked at him, dumbfounded. “Wh-what?” you breathed incredulously.
“You heard me,” Colson muttered. “Are you fucking someone else?”
“Colson, n-no!” you insisted, shaking your head. “Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N,” Colson said, voice low.
You sat up and scooted away from him, feeling exposed. You pulled the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed and wrapped it around your body. “I’m not lying,” you said, “and I don’t appreciate this shit.” You got to your feet, heart beating quickly.
Colson rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m so sick of waking up expecting you to be there and you’re gone,” he said. “You’re the one who keeps coming over. You’re the one who lets me fuck you, who tells me you love me, and then you leave before I wake up. What the fuck is that, Y/N?”
You crossed your arms over your chest, shooting him a glare from where you now stood at the end of the bed. “What do you expect?” you asked angrily. “You barely fucking talk to me. You yell at me for 95% of the time we’re around each other. Then, you fuck me and roll over and go to sleep. How’s that supposed to make me feel?” You swipe furiously at the tears leaking onto your cheeks. “Why would I want to be here when you woke up? Just for you to kick me out.”
Colson was on his feet and in your space in seconds. Your heart sped up and you took a step back as you looked up at him, this man whom you loved and loathed. You looked into the eyes that you’d memorized, noticing for the millionth time how angelic he was despite all the piercings and tattoos. He was breathing hard. You expected him to yell, and for a second, you were actually scared he might hit you even though he’d never gotten physical before. You were surprised to see tears in his eyes.
“Y/N,” he said roughly, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you hate my guts, then you love me. Why can’t we figure this out?”
You sniffed, hanging your head. God, you were miserable. You hadn’t been lying; there wasn’t anyone new. You wanted Colson. Only Colson. “What happened to us?” you asked, almost a whisper.
You were surprised when Colson wrapped you in his arms, but you followed his lead, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. He ducked his head, hugging you close. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “I don’t know.” The two of you were quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “You know I love you, right?”
You sniffed. “I think I do,” you said shakily, “but sometimes I wonder. Is this love? Screaming at each other? Fucking and never talking about it?”
Colson sighed. “Come back to bed. Please?” You nodded, letting him scoop you into his arms and carry you back to his bed. You helped him pull back the covers and climb in, the silk sheets enveloping your naked body. Colson pulled you into his chest again.
“We need to figure this out, Col,” you said, tracing the tattoos on his chest.
Colson nodded. “Tell me…tell me what I need to do,” he said, “to keep you.”
You closed your eyes. Would he be able to change? Or were you just opening yourself up to more heartache? “I need you to communicate with me, Col,” you said. “I can’t sit at home not hearing from you for days and getting one word texts when I finally do.”
Colson sighed. “You’re right. That’s not okay,” he said.
“And I’m not going to force you to do anything, but–”
“Therapy,” Colson interrupted. “I know. I need to go.”
“You do,” you urged gently, looking up at him, “because you deserve to heal, baby. You’ve had a really hard life and you continue to deal with so much shit.”
Colson nodded. “I know,” he murmured. “Okay. I’ll call my therapist in the morning and I’ll set up an appointment. Okay?”
“Okay,” you said quietly. “What do you need me to do?”
Colson laughed softly. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled. “You’ve been so patient and loving. It’s me who needs to change. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”
You felt a rush of love for the man, and you shifted so you were on top of him. He looked up at you curiously, his eyelashes fluttering when you stroked his cheek. As you leaned down to kiss him gently his big hands slid up your back, holding you against him. The bottom line was that you were painfully in love with Colson. There wasn’t anyone else. And hard as you’d tried, you couldn’t stay away from the man. You needed this to work.
You felt Colson stir against you and he helped you to sink down on him, both of your breaths shaky when he was enveloped inside of you again. Slowly, you started to move your hips, the angle delivering friction to your clit with every movement. Your legs began to shake and you moaned into his mouth at the sensation.
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” Colson breathed, tangling a hand in your hair to keep your face close to his. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
You couldn’t if you tried. He felt so good, and as heat flushed all the way down to your curling toes, you knew that you were his for better or worse. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, hips stuttering as you neared your high.
“You close for me, baby?” he groaned softly, lifting his hips into yours. Your only response was a whine against his lips, eyes squeezing shut, and then you were coming, your entire body tingling as you clenched around him.
As you came to, Colson’s moans grew louder and higher as he lifted his hips desperately against yours, and then he hauled your hips down hard as he spilled inside you, moaning against your neck, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.
Afterwards, the two of you were so close you were more like one being than two. Neither of you spoke; you didn’t need to. There was a silent understanding between the two of you: you needed to make this work. Your love was too strong.
Just as you started to drift off, you heard Colson's soft voice. “I love you,” he murmured.
“I love you, too,” you whispered.
“Please be mine again,” he said, “officially.”
Peace washed over you and you had a sense that everything was going to be okay. You kissed him softly. “Okay,” you agreed. Colson kissed you again, pulling you closer to seal the deal with your bodies once again.
Requested? Yes! "can you pleas do a thigh riding colson x reader pls pls pls"
Synposis: reader wants attention, Col is busy, and they find a compromise.
I haven't posted in forever because I haven't been inspired to write and life has been honestly a fucking a mess thanks to my job. I actually had this written for Kinktober and never got around to posting it so here you go!
“Babe,” you pleaded, hating how whiny your voice sounded. Colson was working, had been for quite some time, and you were bored, lonely, and needy. It wasn’t your fault that he insisted on working in gray shorts made of sweatpant material and no shirt, a hat backwards on his head. Rings on his stupid, sexy fingers. It was rude, to be honest.
“Hm,” he replied distractedly, squinting at his laptop and adjusting his headphones.
You leaned over and pulled the headphones off of one ear. “I’m bored,” you said.
Colson leaned over for a quick kiss, hoping that would satisfy you, but you pouted. “Babe,” he said, giving you a look. “I really need to work on this. I’m sorry.” You sulked, crossing your arms. Colson rolled his eyes. “Why are you so needy today?”
“Probably because of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely to his entire body.
Colson looked down at himself and chuckled, shaking his head. “Listen,” he said, closing his laptop. “I have to make a phone call. It’s not going to be quick.” You frowned. You were acting like a total brat, but you couldn’t help it. Watching him work had you unreasonably turned on. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. How about this?”
You scooted closer, climbing into his lap eagerly. “I’m listening,” you said.
Colson chuckled and shook his head, resting his hands on your thighs. “How about you get yourself off on my thigh?” he suggested.
“Wh-what?” you asked, studying his face.
He shrugged. “Why not? You get what you want and I get work done,” he explained. “Then, after the call, I can fuck you.”
“Okay,” you said, nodding. Colson chuckled and shifted you onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs wider. He picked up his phone, giving you a slow kiss before dialing.
“Hey man,” he greeted. “Yeah, it’s getting close. I’m working on it.” You bit your lip and buried your face into his neck as you rolled your hips forward experimentally. You bit your lip, liking the friction of his thigh. You continued, moving a little faster, grinding yourself down a little harder. You whimpered quietly and Colson’s hand tightened sharply on your ass, a warning to stay quiet.
You clamped your mouth shut and held onto him tightly as you continued to move, the action making your breath shaky. You buried your face deeper into his shoulder to stifle any sounds threatening to come out. It felt better than you’d expected.
“Yeah, should be done soon,” Colson continued, eyes on you as you moved. His eyes were slightly glazed and you could tell you were turning him on. He gestured for you to stand and then held the phone between his ear and shoulder, reaching out to take off your pants. He bit his lip when he noticed the way you’d already soaked through your panties, and he stroked his fingertip over the spot. Then, he pulled you back onto him.
Without the barrier of your pants, it was even better, and it was getting harder and harder to be quiet. Especially when Colson tugged down your tank top to play with your nipples. He was getting distracted, you could tell, barely responding to the person on the phone.
“Alright man, I gotta go,” he said. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He hung up and threw his phone towards the end of the couch before placing both hands on your ass. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he groaned, helping you apply more pressure as you moved. “You like riding my thigh?”
You nodded, whimpering softly as you moved, heat rising in your stomach. “Feels so good, Col,” you moaned.
“Good girl,” Colson moaned, squeezing your ass hard. “Fuck, you gonna come like this?”
All you could do was nod as your legs began to tremble, a knot tightening in your stomach as your orgasm grew closer and closer. “Cols,” you gasped, pressing your mouth to his as you came. Colson kissed you hard, helping you ride it out, swallowing all your moans.
When you were finished, you rested your head on his shoulder and panted. Colson shifted you back a little. “Fuck. Got my thigh all wet,” Colson remarked with a soft laugh. “That’s so hot.”
“Sorry,” you breathed, but you weren’t. Colson just smiled and pulled you closer, snuggling you. “Sorry for distracting you.”
“Nah, don’t be,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, you know that?”
“Mm, I love you too,” you said, pleased and tired as you snuggled into him.
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