“Buried in Your Arms” — Cole x Reader (Ninjago)
Warnings: Angst, injury, comfort, intense intimacy, kissing, sexual content(mdni),virgin reader, lost of virginity, first kiss,oral(f receiving),unprotected sex(wrap ur peepee up guys), aftercare, being trapped under rubble, protective Cole
A mission gone wrong leaves you and Cole trapped together under a collapsed building. Injured, scared and barely able to move, you’re forced into his arms for warmth and safety. What begins as comfort slowly turns into something deeper, something neither of you can run from in the dark. Cole notices how grown you’ve become, how much he’s been holding back and in the suffocating quiet between falling dust and your own breathing, the tension finally breaks. You fall for each other in the dark… and in the dark, you finally cross the line you were both afraid of.
Note from Author: have fun reading, i'm trying to write longer Storys.
The dust still hung in the air like smoke, thick and sharp in your lungs every time you breathed in. Somewhere above the crushed ceiling, metal groaned under its own weight a reminder that you were one wrong vibration away from being buried for good.
You didn’t even realize you were shaking until a warm hand found your waist.
Cole’s voice. Deep. Steady. The only steady thing left.
You blinked, vision blurry, and felt his fingers tighten just a little grounding you, pulling you closer so the raining dust wouldn’t hit your face.
Your entire body leaned into him on instinct.
His warmth was the first thing that didn’t hurt.
It had happened too fast. One moment you were running out of the building with the team, and the next the floor split open behind you, the walls folded inward, and Cole tackled you to keep a chunk of the ceiling from crushing your skull.
Now the two of you were wedged between two slabs of concrete, barely enough room to sit upright. Cole’s arm was around your shoulders because he had nowhere else to put it but you didn’t mind. Not when your ankle throbbed, not when your heart wouldn’t slow down.
He brushed dust out of your hair with his free hand, gentle despite his shaking.
“You hurt anywhere else?”
“My ankle. Maybe my ribs.”
Your voice trembled. “You… you could have died saving me.”
Cole let out a breathy laugh one that was equal parts relief and frustration.
“Yeah, well. I’m not planning on dying anytime soon.”
His thumb grazed your jaw.
“And definitely not without you.”
That made your stomach flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Hard to tell in the dark.
Every time you shivered, he pulled you closer.
Every time a metal beam groaned overhead, his hand found your thigh to steady you both.
Eventually, you ended up wedged between his legs, your back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle. He kept whispering small things. "Think they'll find us?" Your voice bounced off the damp concrete walls, too loud for the tomb quiet storage room. Cole shrugged, dusting his hands on his thighs. "Depends if Jay remembers where he left the map."
At some point, you turned around instead, needing to see his face more than the cracked wall beside you.
“You’re freezing,” he murmured, brushing your cheekbone with his knuckles.
“So are you,” you whispered back.
“Yeah, but I can take it. You can’t.”
His forehead leaned against yours before you even realized he’d moved. The space was too small; every breath shared, every heartbeat felt. His knee brushed yours, slow, unintentional, but it still sent a warm pulse up your spine.
Your hand slid up his chest slowly, hesitantly.
Not because he didn’t want it.
But because he wanted it too much.
“Don’t…” His voice cracked softly. “Don’t touch me like that unless you know what it does to me.”
He exhaled sharply — the kind of exhale that sounded like someone losing a fight they had been trying to win for far too long.
Cole cupped your face, thumbs brushing your jaw, slow and reverent.
“When did you grow up on me, huh?”
His voice was barely a whisper.
“When did I blink and suddenly you’re… not a kid anymore?”
“I’ve been grown for a while, Cole.”
He shut his eyes like the words physically hit him.
“I noticed,” he admitted.
You felt his heartbeat under your palms — too fast, too loud, too raw.
Your throat tightened. The words spilled out before you could stop them. "I've never... you know." Silence swallowed the room. Cole's head turned slowly, eyes locking onto yours in the gloom. "Never what?"
"Anything." The admission hung like smoke. Cole leaned forward "Nothing?" His voice dropped low, rough like gravel. "Not even a kiss?"
You shook your head, cheeks burning despite the chill. He studied you not judging, just... absorbing. A heavy quiet settled between you, thick with unspoken possibilities. You stared hard at the concrete floor, tracing cracks with your eyes. His voice cut through the quiet, steady and calm. "I could show you."
You didn’t know who leaned in first.
But your lips met in a slow, trembling kiss that made the entire ruined building fade into nothing. Cole kissed you like he was scared to hurt you, like you were something precious he’d been keeping locked away in his chest.
Your fingers curled into his Gi.
His hand slid to the back of your neck.
The second kiss wasn’t slow.
Dust trembled off the walls when your back hit the cold slab of concrete not hard, just enough that he could cradle your jaw, tilt your face up, kiss you deeper.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathed against your lips.
He kissed you again, harder this time.
His breath stuttered when your hips brushed.
“Careful,” he rasped, voice low, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Your whisper was barely there.
His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he inhaled shakily.
“Then we’re not making it out of here the same,” he warned, gently pushing your hair aside to kiss your neck.
You nodded breathless, certain.
His hands slid along your waist, slow and warm and claiming.
“Because I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”
The moment shifted air thick, hearts pounding, bodies pressed close.
He kissed you again, deeper, slower, hungrier.
He shifted closer, the rough fabric of his gi rasping against the concrete. The damp air thickened with mildew and his scent—earth, sweat, something faintly sweet like oak wood. You felt his chest rise and fall against your shoulder.
His other hand lifted, hovering near your jawline. His fingers brushed your cheekbone light as a falling leaf then traced the curve of your ear. You shivered.
His forehead touched yours. Breath mingled yours uneven, his deep and slow. Darkness pressed in around you both, broken only by faint slivers of light from outside. Cole paused, his nose a whisper away from yours. His lips met yours soft.
His palm slid from your jaw down your neck, tracing tendons taut beneath chilled skin. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your pulse point, startlingly warm against the damp air. His other hand released yours, moving instead to the small of your back. He pulled you closer against solid muscle, your thigh pressed against his hipbone. Your breaths came faster now, fogging the dim space between you. His mouth trailed fire down your throat each kiss landed like a brand. A gasp escaped you when his teeth grazed the juncture of your neck and shoulder gentle, claiming.
Rough gi rasped against yours as he guided you onto your back on the concrete. His knee nudged yours apart. His weight settled over you solid, anchoring. One hand slid beneath your head, cushioning it against the unforgiving floor. The other pushed your gi top open, fingers tracing the exposed line of your collarbone. The scent of damp stone and warm skin filled every inhale. His dark eyes locked onto yours, pupils swallowing amber brown irises. Rain hammered overhead, a frantic drumbeat echoing the frantic rhythm inside your ribs. "Still okay?" he murmured, the words a low rumble against your sternum.
You arched into his touch. His palm slid lower, covering your breast through the thin undershirt. His thumb circled your nipple slowly, deliberately. A sharp gasp tore from your throat. Heat flooded low in your belly, unfamiliar and insistent. His mouth captured yours again, swallowing the sound. No teasing now just hunger. His hips rocked against yours. The hard ridge of his erection pressed into your thigh through layers of fabric. Your fingers dug into his shoulders. Everything narrowed to this the scrape of concrete beneath you, the slick heat of his tongue tangling with yours, the relentless rain. His hand slipped beneath your waistband...
Your gi peeled away. Cool air washed your exposed skin a shock chased instantly by the scorching trail of Cole’s mouth. He kissed a path downward sternum, ribs, the quivering plane of your stomach. His teeth grazed your hipbone. You cried out. Hands trembling, you fumbled with his belt. He caught your wrist. "Slow," he rasped against your skin. "Let me." His own gi opened, the dark fabric sliding off broad shoulders. Corded muscle and faded scars gleamed in the gloom a warrior’s map. He guided your hand to his chest. Your fingertips traced the hard lines, the pounding heartbeat beneath warm skin. His breath hitched
His knee pressed yours wider. A calloused hand slid down your inner thigh. You tensed. His thumb brushed the damp cotton of your underwear once, twice—gentle circles that melted your muscles. "Easy," he murmured, lips hovering above yours. His fingers finally dipped beneath the fabric. You froze. Wet heat met his touch your own body betraying you. He stilled, eyes locked on yours. "Tell me," he breathed. You shook your head wildly. ,,No stopping. Not now." His knuckles skimmed the aching core of you. A choked whimper escaped
He hooked a finger beneath the elastic, dragging it down your legs. Then—bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. His gaze burned where he looked. A shudder ripped through him. He lowered himself. His tongue touched you slow, exploratory a hot stripe of sensation you’d never imagined. You jerked violently. His hands clamped on your hips, pinning you to the floor. He didn’t stop. Deepening the stroke. Intimate. Devouring. Stars exploded behind your eyelids. Your back arched off the concrete. A ragged sob tore loose. His name. Just his name. Over and over. Outside, the rain screamed against the Building rubble.
His mouth sealed against you, sucking hard. Your thighs trembled against his temples. Every muscle coiled tight. He slid a finger inside. Slow. Torturous. Curling upward. You gasped, fingers scrabbling at the damp floor. Wet heat pooled. Unbearable pressure built. His thumb pressed firm circles above. The friction—wet slick and relentless was like nothing you’d known. Sounds spilled from you—raw, pleading, incoherent. Your hips bucked uncontrollably against his face. He growled against your skin. Approval. Heat.
You shattered. Wave after wave crashing into you blinding, obliterating. Your cry echoed in the confined space. He held you through it, tongue gentling now, lapping softly as tremors shook your limbs. Your vision swam. Chest heaving. The cold concrete felt distant beneath your burning skin. Slowly, he pulled back. You saw him swallow. His lips glistened. Dark eyes met yours, heavy lidded and fierce. Rain dripped somewhere. His hands slid up your trembling thighs, rough palms settling possessively on your hips. He leaned close, breath hot against your ear. "Still okay?" he rasped, voice thick. You nodded weakly.
He moved between your legs. Opening his Gi pants. His cock was big. You've seen dick's from magazines that a friend keeps under his bed, but this one was huge compared to anything she'd seen. His weight settled heavy and solid. He guided himself against you hot velvet steel. Your breath hitched. He paused. Forced himself still. Forehead pressed to yours. "Ready?" he murmured, gaze locked on your face. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Anchored yourself. Your voice was barely a whisper. "Yes." He pushed in. Slow. Steady. Unbearably deep. A gasp ripped from both of you. The stretch burned foreign, consuming. He buried his face in your neck. Shuddered. His fingers tightened on your hipbone. "Cole," you breathed. He pulled back. Almost out. Then thrust home. Harder. Deeper. A groan tore from his chest. The rhythm began primal, undeniable. Concrete scraped your shoulder blades. His sweat dripped onto your skin. Each drive anchored you deeper. The world narrowed to this his body moving against yours, the slick sounds echoing the rain, the desperate clutch of fingers on skin. Outside, the storm roared on.
His hips snapped forward. Again. Again. The burn eased into liquid heat. Pressure coiled low in your belly building, fierce. You met his thrusts. Arching upward. Breathless gasps mingling. His teeth grazed your collarbone. His voice shattered against your ear. "Look at me." You obeyed. Saw amber eyes gone black. Raw need stripped bare. His thrusts deepened. Slowed. Drew out. Each stroke deliberate. Searching. You cried out. His thumb brushed your clit. Rough callous against fevered skin. Sparks exploded behind your eyelids. Pressure tightened. Crested. Broke. You shattered against him. Clamped around him. Dragged him deeper. His hips stuttered. Lost their rhythm. A harsh groan ripped from his throat. He surged forward. Held deep. Eyes shutting tight. Body trembling against yours. Your name a ragged breath against your lips. Then stillness. Heavy. Complete. Only breath and rain
His forehead rested against yours. Chests heaved. Skin slick. His lips brushed your temple. Soft. Lingering. You traced the ridge of a scar along his shoulder blade. Felt the tremor still running through him. His voice was rough gravel. "You Okay?" You nodded. Words felt distant. His hand found yours. Tangled fingers. Squeezed. You stayed locked together. Breathing slowing. Heartbeats syncing. The damp air clung. Cool patches bloomed where sweat met concrete. Outside, the rain softened. No longer fists. Just a steady drum. He shifted. Pulled gently away. Left you hollowed. Exposed. Cold kissed skin. He gathered you against him. Your back to his chest. Solid warmth enveloped you. His arm wrapped tight around your waist. Palm splayed possessively low. Your breath hitched. His lips touched your shoulder blade. A silent promise.You're slowly getting tired, exhausted by all the chaos. The last thing you see is Cole trying to clean you up because all his semen is leaking out of you.
You woke up to the feeling of someone tracing lazy circles on your hip.
You were still between the two slabs of concrete.
Still lying half on top of Cole, his gi top draped over you both like a blanket.
“Hey,” he whispered when he saw your eyes open, brushing your hair back with that soft, protective touch.
His cheeks were pink dust, heat, or what happened between you… you weren’t sure.
His voice was gentle in a way that tugged at your chest.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Are you?”
He smiled the kind that made his eyes soften.
You shifted, and his hand instinctively held your waist, steadying you. Your ankle still hurt, but he adjusted you carefully, pulling you back against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“What… what does this mean? For us?”
His thumb brushed your lower lip the same place he had kissed you last.
“It means,” he said softly, “that when we get out of here, I’m not letting you pretend it didn’t happen.”
Your heart fluttered. Hard.
“And I’m not letting you go anywhere without me for a while,” he added, kissing your forehead.
“You’re hurt. And… after the sex, I want you close.”
You blushed, hiding your face in his chest.
Cole chuckled and tightened his arms around you.
“Relax. I’m not going anywhere.”
His lips pressed to your hair.
“You’re mine to protect. Always.”
Above you, distant voices echoed through the wreckage the others finally digging towards your location.
Cole kissed the top of your head one last time.
“Looks like we’re getting out of here,” he whispered.
The metal door rattled violently overhead. Jay’s muffled shout echoed down. "Guys? You alive down there?" Cole froze. His arm tightened. You pulled your gi shut. Cold reality seeped back in. Your thighs ached. Smelled of him. Salt. Oak. Rain. You didn’t move. Not yet. His thumb stroked your hipbone. Hidden beneath fabric. Jay’s boots clattered on the metal Cole’s grip tightened. His breath warmed the back of your neck. "Stay behind me."
Jay’s flashlight beam sliced through the gloom. It landed on Cole’s bare back. On the discarded gi bunched at his hips. Jay stopped dead. Blinked. The beam flickered to your flushed face. Your hastily retied gi. The dust streaked hair. Silence stretched. Jay cleared his throat. "Ambush got messy," Cole rumbled. He didn’t move. His body shielded yours. His hand stayed firm on your hip. Jay’s eyes narrowed. Dropped. Snagged on the torn underwear discarded near Cole’s boot. A slow grin spread. Wolfish. Knowing. "Messy," Jay echoed. He swung the beam deliberately between you. Cole’s knuckles whitened on your hip. Muscle coiled along his spine. "Leave," Cole said. Flat. Dangerous. Jay raised his hands. Still grinning. "Right. Sure." He took a step back. "Take your time." The flashlight beam retreated up the stairs. Shadows swallowed you again. Cole didn’t move. His breath was ragged against your skin. Your pulse throbbed where his thumb pressed. "Ignore him," Cole growled. He turned you slowly. Fingers gripping your chin. Forced your gaze up. Met yours. Amber eyes burned. Raw. Undiminished. "Later," he repeated. His thumb brushed your kiss-swollen lower lip. "Round two" Above, Jay whistled loudly. Smug. Cole’s jaw clenched. His gaze didn’t waver. "Promise"
