#cc blurb

[puck-luck]

Car sex with cole

can i ask why you've crossed out smut and sex in both of these asks? this is a smut blog you don't have to do that😭 no judgement, just curious.

"hold on, let me put the seat back," cole says after holding a hand up to stop you from climbing over the center console.

you slump back against the passenger seat, pouting about having to wait to jump your boyfriend. he looks so good today and now you're in the privacy of your car, so you don't want to take the time to let him take you home.

luckily, cole is always willing to indulge your lust. it probably comes from the fact that he is a man who will seize any opportunity to be surrounded by the warm heat of his woman's pussy. he pushes the seat back to allow as much room for your bodies as possible and invites you over the console, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

once you find yourself on cole's lap, you reach under your dress and move your panties to the side. you let out a broken sigh when cole lines up with your entrance and fits his hands on your hips, bringing you down on his cock swiftly.

"coley," you gasp as he starts to fuck up into you. your hips are already moving in tandem with his, naturally falling into the pleasure his cock provides.

"that good already?" cole teases, grinning up at you and gazing through long eyelashes.

"always," you reply. "love your cock, co."

"i bet you do," he muses. "you can't even wait 'til we get home. you need me to fill you up right here, though anyone could see you though the windows."

"they're tinted," you fight back.

"then they'll see the car shaking and know how desperate you are for me." his voice turns more braggadocious. "i'll make you come nice and quick, baby, then we can go home and you can take care of me."

[puck-luck]

Can you do Cole caufield, clubs, and 5?

warnings: dom!cole, choking, exhibitionism, unprotected p in v

wc: 382

“Shh-shh-shh,” Cole coos in your ear. His light touch on the front of your neck is in direct contrast with the brutal clap of his hips against your behind. He’s got you bent over the sink in the bathroom of the bar, fucking into you from the back and gripping your throat to keep you close. “Be quiet, baby. I can’t have everyone hearing you.”

You whimper at the thought. When you’d first started dating Cole, you’d loved how sweet and genuine and goofy he seemed. He still is sweet, genuine, and goofy, but you had been surprised by how dominant and outgoing he can be in bed.

He was the first to bring up exhibition. He was supportive when you’d admitted that you’d been thinking about choking, but you’d never done it before. Cole had been careful to see what you like before he started pushing at your boundaries, like he is doing now. He’s teasing you so much that you want to take his wrist and fix his hand securely on the column of your throat. You want to curl his fingers around your windpipe and leave them there until you’re seeing stars.

But, if he does, you’ll lose your inhibitions. That’s what Cole says, at least– when he chokes you, noises will fall from your lips for everyone to hear. You never recall the noises, if you’re being honest. He might be right, and most likely is, because you always get nice and hazy when Cole deprives you of your breath.

“Sweet girl, do you like the sound of that?” Cole teases, angling his hips up as he continues thrusting. “You like the idea of everyone hearing how slutty you are for me?”

You moan again, tipping your head back.

Cole cups your chin and draws your body upright, plastering your body against his. His other hand sneaks between your legs, middle and ring fingers circling your clit. “I don’t want them to hear you,” he murmurs with a slight pout to his tone. “You’re mine, baby.” His fingers on your chin inch up to your mouth, finding their way between your lips. “If you’re gonna make noise, you have to moan around my fingers. Get ‘em nice and wet for me while I come in this pretty pussy.”

[puck-luck]

slow early morning makeout sesh with cole i beg 🙏

you wake pressed into cole's chest, his arm draped over your waist and holding you close. he has slept like this as long as you've been sleeping over, craving your cuddles and touch like he craves the air he breathes. his mouth is close to your temple, just in reach when you turn your head and tilt your chin up. he's in a light slumber– you can tell– and he wakes when you brush your lips over his.

"i love that," cole says, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. "it's so much better than my alarm."

"then i'll try to do it every morning," you reply. you kiss cole again, but he doesn't let you get away so easily this time without deepening the kiss into more.

you both ignore the morning breath that you're sure plagues your mouths, relishing in the feeling of kissing the person you love. it's unhurried. cole is strong beneath you, chest solid against your palm, and he keeps you close. his fingers are splayed on your lower back, pushing up the big tshirt you slept in and petting the skin. his fingertips fit perfectly into the dimples at the base of your spine, like he was made to touch you there. or you were made for him to touch you there. either way, you fit each other snugly, like puzzle pieces.

cole hums when you part your lips for him and tangle your legs. he pushes his thigh between yours and crowds you even more, impossibly nearby. you think his heartbeat might be guiding your own.

you move in tandem with him, not for your pleasure or for his, but like the tide. when he surges forward, you recede. when he draws back, you push forward. you're not apart for long, except to breath and exchange a short sentence or two, the likes of which you won't remember by the time you get out of this bed.

instead, you focus on the taste of cole, his smell, and the feeling of his warmth next to you. if moments could be frozen in time, you'd choose this one.

[puck-luck]

24 clubs with cole please Andy. 🥺 congrats on 1k

warnings: cockwarming, sub!m, sexual denial, reference to orgasm control

wc: 314

Cole shifts beneath you, absentmindedly thrusting his hips.

You place a hand on his chest. “Cole, seriously?”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Cole complains, adjusting himself even further.

“The whole point of cockwarming is that you don’t move,” you remind him. “I’ve already warned you twice, Cole. This is your last chance.”

“I can’t help that I’m uncomfortable,” Cole continues. “This position is, like, designed to make my legs fall asleep.”

You blink at him, unamused. In a deadpan, you say, “So you’re uncomfortable all the other times you make me sit on your lap, too?”

“No,” Cole replies.

You narrow your eyes at him. “So how is this any different?”

Cole flounders under your expectant gaze. “Okay, so it’s not that different,” he admits.

“So you’re not uncomfortable,” you amend. “You’re just impatient.”

Cole blushes, a deep red festering underneath his skin.

You continue speaking, reading Cole to filth. “You’re not used to having my pussy around your cock without a bunch of pleasure, are you? You’re used to me fucking myself on this dick until I let you come, so you aren’t able to let me sit here without thinking that there’s something bigger and better in your future.”

Cole frowns. “Hey, that’s not–”

You shush him quietly, shooting him a quick glare for interrupting. You might not be having sex right now, but cockwarming is still a sexually intimate act, which you were sure to tell Cole beforehand. And you’d made it clear that this was about you today– you wanted to sit on Cole’s cock because it would be relaxing and take your mind off the stress of the day. You’re in charge and Cole had agreed.

“Cole, if you want to act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like a brat,” you say. “If I have to remind you to be still one more time, you’re not coming at all tonight.”

[articulateimposter]

You shook your head, grinning. It helped that she didn't like being at home much, and was probably using your outings as an excuse to get out more during the summer without the excuse of school and cheer practice. You'd discovered your similar familial issues a few months into your friendship, after you had stayed over at her house one night and had overheard her father yelling at her about some matter, breaking a plate in the process. She had tried to play it off like nothing happened when she got back to her room, but you made a decision that night, to show her your house. You hadn't let anyone else over before that, you had always stayed at her house for sleepovers and people didn't question you when you said your parents were too strict to host parties. But the next weekend, you invited her over instead,. She initially refused and said she knew your parents were too strict, but caved easily at a bit of insistence. You told her not to tell anyone about your house, about what she would see, but it felt redundant, you knew she would never break your trust, would never tell anyone something that was so obviously a secret. So you drove her to your house, and when she walked around with a furrowed brow, you told her the outline of your story. How your parents weren't good people, how you got out after the final straw, how your siblings stayed with them but you knew they were safe, how you weren't ready to talk about the final straw. All she did was hug you, and tell you she was there for you, that you were there for each other. And you were, and would be, forever.