Helmet On
Colston Loveland
*Mature Content*
Summary: You see Colston in uniform for the first time.
You sat on the sideline bleacher, bored and half-frozen, waiting for the team to finish changing into full gear and come back onto the field. It wasn’t even freezing yet in Illinois, but you still wished you’d dressed warmer before agreeing to watch Colston’s outdoor practice at Halas Hall.
Because today was a private practice, Colston had invited you to come. He never minded you showing up to open practices, but lately, media had started paying more attention, so he was trying to protect you as much as he could.
You hadn’t known who he was when you first met at a downtown bar in April. All you’d seen was a tall, sharp-jawed stranger standing at the center of a rowdy group of guys, catching your eye without even trying. His teammates teased him relentlessly until he finally crossed the room to introduce himself.
You ended up talking for hours, forgetting the friends you’d come with. He was easy to look at, his accent was adorable, and he kept you laughing all night. You didn't have a fighting chance. He told you he’d just moved to town and that him and the guys were out celebrating. He only mentioned getting his “dream job,” and it wasn’t until months later that you understood why he’d left out the whole being-drafted part. When he finally told you, and you inevitably Googled him, you were stunned by what you found. You’d never been much of a sports girl, but that changed fast.
Now here you were, shivering on a metal bench just to watch him practice. You couldn’t be more proud of him, especially starting his rookie year.
You’re pulled out of your daydream by the stampede of heavy footsteps and look up to see the team jogging back onto the field. It takes you a minute to spot Colston, but when you finally do, you softly gasp. You watch him round the corner from the field house, his eyes immediately flicking over to make sure you’re still on the same bleacher. Sure, you had watched his games from high in the stands and seen pictures of him in uniform, but this was different.
He started toward you. Instinctively, your eyes swept over him, taking in every line of his frame. A f-bomb slipped from your lips before you could stop it, praying no one heard it. The gear transformed him; made him look taller, sharper, more intimidating. More of everything that already unraveled you.
He came to a stop in front of you, his gloved hands settling on top of his shoulder pads as if he’d worn them his whole life. Through the bars of his helmet, his eyes found yours, warm but concerned. You blinked, realizing only then that he’d been talking.
“Sorry… what?” You forced the words out, trying to calm your pulse
“You okay, babe?” he repeated, his voice low and gentle. Somehow, hearing it made everything inside you tighten a little more.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you managed, glancing away before his stare could undo you completely.
“Are you sure? You look pale,” he asked, not convinced by your answer.
“Yes. I’m just a little cold.” You covered the lie with a smile, hoping it would hold. He looked ready to press again, but the blast of a whistle cut through the air.
"Practice will be over in less than an hour okay?" He offers a genuine smile. You can only nod in response.
He's was always like this, so aware when it came to you. He lingered for a moment longer, eyes scanning your face as if memorizing it. He finally turned away, hustling back toward the end of the field. They began running plays and you decided to get a grip.
They lined up again, taking turns practicing shifts and blocks. When it was Colston’s turn, you felt your breath catch. He dropped into a crouch, staring the massive man across from him dead-on. There was no fear in his eyes, no hesitation, only a dark, focused fire that made your pulse jump. His jaw tightened, sharpening the angles of his face, and then the whistle cut through the air.
Colston exploded, moving out of instinct and training. He got the jump on his teammate, hands shoving against his shoulder pads before slamming into him with enough force to drive the man back several yards. Then, as if it were effortless, Colston twisted free, spinning left and sprinting past the other player before he could recover.
You were on your feet before you even realized you’d moved. Heat flushed through you as you started down the sideline toward the building. You made it only halfway to the restrooms before you heard your name, yelled across the field in Colston’s voice.
“Wait up!” His voice hit you from behind causing you to stop mid-step.
You froze, staring at the ground, unable to trust yourself to look at him. A moment later, he was beside you, drawing a deep breath after jogging across the field.
“Are you leaving?” he asked keeping his voice low.,
“No. I just need to use the restroom.” You lied without lifting your gaze.
“You sure? You’re… not acting normal.” His brow furrowed. “You’re breathing heavy.”
The concern in his voice was so earnest it tugged a laugh out of you. “Yes. I’m fine.”
He didn’t look convinced. With one quick motion, he pulled off his helmet, gripping it in one hand as if ready to march straight into a problem on your behalf.
“Did someone say something to you?” he asked. “If it was one of the guys— I’m a rookie, so it was probably just hazing or—”
“Colston,” you cut in, groaning as you pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “No. Nothing like that.”
"Look at me please." His voice barely above a whisper. You don't move immediately. How could you? How were you supposed to explain the explicit thoughts racing through you mind? Much less admit those thoughts to Colston.
That you couldn't form a non sexual thought since he stepped back onto the field. The way seeing him up close in full gear had knocked every logical thought clean out of you?
There was no easy way to tell him the truth: that something about the intensity in his eyes, the power in the way he moved, the practically barbaric behavior had undone you completely.
You had never been attracted to uniforms, and never understood the appeal when you read about it. Apparently, that has changed, and you could feel the evidence soaking your underwear.
“Babe.” He said it again, softer this time, and his fingers closed gently around your hand. The quiet plea in his voice snapped something inside you, and you finally looked up at him.
“I don’t want you to look at me like that.” You blurted, though the words came out breathless and unsure.
“What do you mean?” His brows drew together, confusion etched over his handsome face.
Your gaze dropped before you could stop it—down the length of him, over the stark white numbers stretched across his chest, the cut of his gear, the way he seemed larger, sharper, impossible to ignore. Another shallow breath slipped out, and you caught your bottom lip between your teeth in frustration before forcing yourself to meet his eyes again.
You didn’t even see the decision cross his face. One moment he was standing beside you; the next, he had taken your hand more firmly and guided you around the corner of the building, out of sight from the field.
Your back brushed the wall before you realized he’d stepped closer. He towered over you, the bold 84 on his chest filling your vision. He lifted one finger and gently hooked it under your chin, not forcing you to move, only holding your attention.
“Look at me,” Colston said—not a question this time, but a low, steady instruction that went straight through you.
You lifted your gaze slowly, and he watched you with an intensity that made your knees threaten to give out. His eyes searched your face, trying to find what you wouldn't tell him.
His expression shifted, subtle, but certain. You held his stare for only a moment, but it was enough. Enough for him to see the truth written all over you: the gloss in your eyes, the flushed tent of your cheeks, the way your pulse jumped wildly beneath his touch.
He then slowly leaned down near your ear, you could feel heat radiating off his body even with the cold fall breeze.
"What's wrong, angel?" Colston hums low, only for you to hear, grazing his fingers at the edge of your skirt. Your breath catches, thighs clenching around nothing.
"Cole" You pathetically whine, hiding in the crook of his neck and shoulder pads. He grips the soft flesh of your thigh, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "You know saying my name like that..." before he could fulfill your fantasy, voices unknown to you yell out. "Hell yeah, Loveland" and "Get a room, rookie."
He immediately jerks his hand back, instinct snapping through him as he braces both arms on either side of you. Blocking you from view, shielding you with his body. His teammates’ footsteps echoing behind him only make him move closer.
Colston would never let them see you like this. Not flushed, not breathless, not looking at him the way you had been. Some things were meant for him.
Only him.
He never looks away from your face, not for a moment — even as laughter erupts behind him, low and teasing, and definitely directed at him. You slap your hands over your face, feeling the embarrassment heating up your neck.
“Hey. Ignore them.” he murmurs, voice soft, steady, meant to anchor you; but their laughter keeps bouncing down the hallway.
It’s too much. Too close. Too overwhelming.
“I have to go.” you whisper, forcing your voice not to crack. Before he can stop you, you slip under his arm and past him. He reaches out—reflex, but your quick turn toward the exit puts you out of reach.
“Babe” The urgency in his voice is unmistakable.
But you don’t stop. You can’t. Your chest is too tight, your pulse too loud, your thoughts too tangled with adrenaline and humiliation and the intensity he always pulls from you.
You reach your car, shut the door, and lock it. Your forehead drops to the steering wheel, breath escaping in shaky waves. You inhale deep breaths, repeatedly, until your body stills, but it barely scratches the surface.
Because the truth is no one has ever affected you like Colston does. No one has ever made your mind go blank, your body react without permission, your heart sprint at the sound of his name.
The way he unravels you so easily scared you. Even now, far away from the building he was in, you could still feel his effects. And your body never forgot. So much so that you couldn't stop your hand from sliding down your thigh, gasping at how ruined your underwear felt once you reached the middle.
It was like he had made you lose all physical control, spread your legs as far as your small car would allow. Letting your head fall back against the seat as thoughts of him had you wound up in just minutes. The things he would say to you, always so loving and tender :
"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart "
"Give me one more, angel. You're so beautiful like this."
Like a woman possessed you couldn’t stop, working yourself softly until his name spilled from your lips, shaking with pleasure. Once your eyes finally opened; you compose yourself, looking around to make sure no one saw you.
This was not like you at all. But Colston had changed something in you, in all the best ways. You didn’t know how you were going to explain any of this to him, but that was a problem for later. Right now all you wanted was a cold shower and a nap long enough to reboot your emotional system.
You headed across town toward your apartment, breathing finally starting to settle… until your phone buzzed in the cup holder with a text from Colston.
Come to my place. I'll be there right after practice.
Your breath shuttered, feeling as if you had somehow been caught.
You stopped at the next red light, staring at the message like it might rearrange itself into something easier.
Come to my place.
No explanation. No question. Just the quiet confidence he used when he knew exactly what he wanted.
Which only made you spiral harder.
Did he think what happened at practice was awkward? Was he upset? You were still learning him, and this was uncharted territory.
And honestly? You weren’t even sure of yourself right now.
The light turned green. You didn’t move. Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as your mind raced.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you flicked on your blinker and made a tight U-turn in the middle of the road.
Today was already insane. What was one more reckless choice?
Your stomach fluttered the whole ride up the elevator to his condo. You didn't live together —it was way to soon—but he had given you a key last month, telling you to come over whenever you missed him while he was on the road.
You headed straight for the restroom, desperate to make sure you didn’t look as disheveled as you felt, like you weren't pleasuring yourself 30 minutes ago.
You wiped away the smudged mascara, fixed your hair until it looked halfway decent, and took a steadying breath.
Cleaner. Calmer. Almost normal.
Colston had offered you a drawer to keep a few things for when you stayed over - and thank God he did, because you desperately needed dry underwear.
You open the drawer searching for underwear, but before you can collect them the faint sound of the front door opening echoes through the closet. Your heart shot to your throat as you slam the drawer shut. You rush back to his bedroom - almost tripping over your feet in the process, but make it just as footsteps approach the hallway.
“Babe?” His voice carried—warm, deep, familiar.
“In here,” you called back, trying to make your breathing sound normal. You perched on the edge of his bed just seconds before he appeared.
And when he did…your composure nearly shattered.
Colston's frame filled the doorway like he was carved for it. Tall, broad, his hair still damp from the shower; muscles still defined from practice and wrapped in nothing but gym shorts because he liked the cold after practice.
A real-life Greek god. And he knew exactly what he looked like.
His lips lifted into a slow, knowing smirk the moment his eyes landed on you.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked, stepping fully into the room, gaze sweeping over you—your posture, your expression, the way your hands clasped tightly in your lap.
“Just waiting for you,” you said with a practiced smile, trying to look calmer than you felt.
He hummed, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. You noticed his gym bag clutched in his hand.
“Hmm.” He nodded once, eyes flicking over you with gentle mischief.
You open your mouth to begin explaining, but he beat you to the punch.
“I’m sorry about the guys. I didn’t want them anywhere near us, but I promise they were only messing with me.”
Before you could respond, his expression shifted—tipping into something undeniably teasing.
“But…” His head tilted slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “We both know you weren’t flustered because of them.”
Your stomach dropped.
He’d put it together. Of course he did.
He crossed the room in two long strides, slow but purposeful, and stood directly in front of you. Not touching. Not crowding. Just close enough to make you feel his presence.
“You were already… what’s the word…” He pretended to think, eyes never leaving yours. “Breathless.”
"Colston-" your face heated instantly.
He noticed that too right before dropping his gym bag at his feet. But he had no intention of letting up on you.
“Oh yeah,” he said softly, teasing thick in his tone, “that look. That was before anyone showed up.”
You groaned, covering your face with both hands. “Please stop.”
“No,” he said cheerfully, “because you should’ve seen you.”
He mimicked your stunned expression—wide eyes, parted lips—far too accurately.
“I did not look like that,” you snapped.
He raised an eyebrow. “You did.”
With percise movement, his thumb brushed your cheekbone, slow, almost teasing.
“You left me on that field,” he teased, leaning down just enough that his breath warmed your cheek. “Right when you were looking at me like you wanted to climb me.”
Your pulse stuttered.
“That’s not— I didn’t—”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, eyes dark with fondness and something deeper, “Yes. You did."
You swallowed hard, unable to look away from him, unable to speak.
He laughed quietly under his breath, stepping even closer, knees brushing yours.
“And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
Your mouth went dry, unbelievably dry. You touch your neck to remind your body to finally breathe.
"I... thats not..." you try to piece the words together, but he silenced you once again dragging his thumb slowly over your bottom lip.
Colston exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
“Look, angel,” he said, voice low but gentle, “if you want to talk, we can just talk.” He paused, watching you fidget with your fingers.
You swallowed. “Or?”
His jaw flexed. He licked his bottom lip like he needed a second to think—or a second not to lose control.
“Or…” he murmured.
He bent down toward his gym bag on the floor. Your breath hitched. He reached inside slowly, deliberately—and when he lifted his hand again, you froze. Your eyes widened.
He was holding his football helmet.
Then—
he sank to one knee in front of you. Colston watched your face carefully, searching every expression.
“What… is the helmet for?” you asked, trying, and failing to sound innocent.
He chuckled under his breath, low and warm, shaking his head like you were adorable.
He lifted his free hand and touched your cheek again; light, soft, lingering. His thumb brushed along your jaw, down your neck, and traced the length of your arm until goosebumps followed in a shivering trail.
You inhaled sharply.
His eyes darkened as he whispered:
“I think you know...”
" I think if you're honest...you're still wet for me right now." Colston challenged, resting his hand on your thigh. Only, he knew you weren't good with words.
“Or,” he murmured, voice dropping into that low, devastating register,
“you can show me.”
With zero hesitation, not a moment of delay, your thighs spread for him, only inches, but definitely noticeable. Your breath left you in one shaky exhale. He smiled—slow, knowing, absolutely wrecked-in-love with your reaction.
Biting your bottom lip was the only way to keep from moaning already as his hand disappeared under the edge of your skirt. Hunger filled his eyes when is fingertips finally brushed over your underwear, a cocky smile forming on his gorgeous face.
"All this from me?" He groaned pressing his forehead to yours, brushing the pad of his thumb over your still sensitive clit with the lightest pressure. Your hips roll seeking him, needing him.
"No, you have to use your words, sweetheart. Tell me." He pushed down harder. Damn him, damn your inability to hide anything from him.
"Yes. Yes, you." You reply but that wasn't enough. "No. Tell me. Did watching me make you this wet. That's why you left practice?"
"Yes. God- I'm sorry. I had to touch myself, but I wanted it to be you. Please." You pout, with your best pleading eyes.
That got to him. His eyebrow lifted in surprise at you, biting his own lip at your confession.
"You don't have to hide from me, Angel. If that's what you want, just tell me. Or I can put this away." He asked glaning at the helmet. You weren't sure exactly what you were asking for, but you wanted it all.
You lean in closer to him, taking the helmet from his hand. Colston watched you closely; not sure what you intended to do. He couldn't stop the wicked smile of his lips when you lifted the helmet over his head and cautiously slid it on.
Colston's eyes opened slowly, a long breath filling his lungs. His hands left you as he rose to his feet, his eyes dark, his posture different. It was like a different man staring down at you, but fuck- he was beautiful.
You reach up gently touching his toned chest, running your hand down over his abs. His gym shorts did nothing to hide how hard he was, and it made your mouth water.
You stopped at the band of his shorts, looking back up at his dark eyes. "If you want it, take it." He ordered, in a tone much harsher than he had ever used with you. So you did, sliding down his shorts and boxers until they pooled at his ankles. You gripped him softly, giving a soft lick around the tip of his cock. Colston hips jurk slightly, cussing under his breath.
"You're done teasing me, open your mouth." You're mouth instantly opened, taking him deep. His head fell back as you found a smooth rhythm, moaning at the warmth of your mouth. He had never handled you like this, but you knew one thing. You wanted more.
Without stopping, you take his hand, leading him to grip the back of your head. Colston paused, stilling in your mouth.
"You sure baby?" He asked, you couldn't help but find it amusing they even when you were asking him to be rough, he was still such a gentleman.
You hummed around his cock giving your approval, sending vibrations through him causing his hips to jerk again. He didn't need to be told twice, gripping into your hair and began slowly trusting into your mouth. Too slowly...he was still holding back.
During games, a hard hit always riled him up, made him want it even more. Maybe it would work in this situation too. You dig your nails into his thighs, only for a second, but long enough to make him hiss. He looked down at you wide eyed, shock overtaking his expression.
Then he let out a dark laugh. He gave you a look that you had seen many times. Never directed at you, but you knew exactly what it meant.
Game on.
Colston tightened his grip and shoved himself to the back of your throat until you gagged around him. He stayed there for a moment until your eyes started watering. Looking up through tears, makeup running down your cheeks, still struggling for air, but there was no compassion in his eyes. He was showing you what happened when he flipped the switch. This was the Colston you wanted, and he was giving it to you.
He pulled his cock from your throat allowing for a quick breath before filling your mouth again, but this time he didn't hold back. His pace was relentless, as his chest heaved, helmet tilting back as he closed his eyes, chasing the pleasure you were desperate to give him.
"Just like that Angel." He groaned, enjoying taking you as much as you were enjoying giving. He looked down again, biting his lip in admiration of you. Your jaw was starting to ache, but Colston's next words made it all worth it.
"Such a good girl." It was almost a whisper, you weren't sure if he meant for you to hear it, but you did, and it practically short circuited your brain. You moan loudly around him, using your last bit of energy to work him even faster.
"You like that? Like being a good girl for me?" He asked with short breaths, you can only moan again in response, still staring at his dark eyes. You feel his cock pulse and he quickly withdrew from your mouth. The air burns as you gasp to fill your lungs, but you only get a second to collect yourself before he lifted you off the floor as you weighed nothing.
Colston laid you on your back, pulling your underwear and skirt off swiftly before climbing over you. You did miss being able to kiss him, but the sight of him over you in his helmet - and only his helmet- was beyond worth it.
His fingertips gently rubbed up your thigh until he got to your pussy, soaked and ready for him. He didn't tease you, instantly sliding one of his long fingers into you. You arch off the bed, your muscles clenching around his finger desperately.
"Is this how you touched yourself sweetheart? Hmm? Did it feel this good?" Colston teased watching you melt under his touch. You shake you head no, but he continues.
"No, tell me. Did you still scream my name?" His cockiness never cease to amaze.
"Yes..Please, Cole." You cry as he added a second finger, curling then just the way he knew drove you mad. "What do you need Angel? Words." He taunted.
"Fuck me." Were the only words you can get out. "Yes ma'am." He grinned and followed your instructions.
He shifted back on his knees to line up your bodies before taking both your calfs, and lifting your legs over his shoulders with mischief filled eyes.
"No Colston. I can't-" you begin to protest but he purposefully took that moment to fill you in one smooth motion. You gasp feeling how deep.
"What was that Angel, something wrong?" He breaths in your ear, voice rugged and raw. "I can't take it" You whine, admitting what he already knew.
"You can take it baby. Take my cock nice and deep." You knew he would stop if you really wanted, but the way your body pulled him in even further, gripped him tighter, was all the answer he needed.
You both moan at the feeling, him pumping into you again and again until the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room. You almost are screaming from pleasure as he fucks you hard, fast, with no hesitation.
You tried not to mark him where it would be noticed in the locker room, but it was impossible not to claw into his back when he stretched you like that. But he always told you he liked when you left your mark on him.
"You feel so good, Angel. So tight. Fuck." His words made you tremble, whispered in your ear with his deep voice. Colston didn't curse much around you, but he knew you loved when he talked like that.
You recited his name over and over like a prayer, and you would gladly worship this man if he kept fucking you like this.
He finally let you legs rest around his waist, but he never slowed, never stopped to catch his breath, he was relentless, even after hours of practice.
Colston had a death grip on your hip with one hand, and the other he had on your shoulder to counterbalance his motion. You threw your head back into the pillows, feeling that warm tightening begin your stomach.
"More. Please." It comes out breathless and whining, and you didn't care. You nearly undo Colston right then.
Colstons hand slowly moves across your collar, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat. Your eyes snap open as his huge hand engulfing your neck completely. He studies your expression, waiting for your signal.
You didn't have to think about it at all.
You grasp his wrist, taking a deep breath before you knodded. Colston tightened his grip around your neck, letting out a loud primal groan when your muscles pulsed around him as he chocked you.
He had never choked you before, but you couldn't deny how your body reacted. The muscles in his arm bulged, sweat glistening over his chest, staring down at you through his helmet, holding your life in his hand as he fucked you better than you had ever been in your whole life.
"Is this how you want me to look at you Angel? How you need me to fuck you?" That was all you could take. His words, still gripping your neck, still fucking you so deep you were going to feel it for days.
"Shit. Cole. I need- " You cry unable to finish a sentence, but you didn't have to, he knew your body as well as you did. He released your throat, switching his attention to your swollen clit.
"That's it sweetheart. Come all over me." Colston growls, rubbing quick circles until your eyes rolled back from the orgasm ripping through your body.
You opened your eyes just in time to see Colston rip off his helmet, letting it fall to the ground as he leaned in and captured your face in both hands. He kissed you—not careful this time, not controlled, but with a urgency that made your whole body melt against him.
"I love you." You pant between kisses, tugging at his hair you could finally touch. "I love you more." He groaned feeling his own orgasm nearing and buried his face in the nape of your neck.
"Cum in me Colston. Please." You plea in his ear, even surprising yourself. Your plea drawing a loud moan from Colston, felling his thrust become wild, sloppy, needy. He whispered your name a final time, abruptly haulting, holding you tight as he filled you just as you asked.
"Such a good girl for me." Colston hummed, overwhelmed and riding the high of his orgasm. And then his weight shifted forward, his body folding over yours in exhausted relief.
"Colston-" you laugh breathlessly, he only hums in respone. "You're suffocating me." You joke but his tall body was very heavy. He groaned finding the strength to gently slide out of you, rolling to his side. "Sorry." He half-laughs, eyes still closed.
You turn your head toward him, smiling at his undone state. "Don't be sorry, that was amazing." His eyes flicker open then. That cocky grin reappears, flashing his dimples and all.
"I could tell."
You playfully shoved his arm off of you, but he quickly brought it back, cupping your cheek tenderly. He expression softened.
“You know you could’ve told me what you wanted,” he stated gently. “I’d never judge you.”
Your cheeks warm, attempting to hide against his shoulder, but Colston only smiled lovingly.
"I know. I...Honestly, I didn't know before today." You admitted. He grinned, like you had let him know a secret, one only he would ever know.
"Well, maybe I'll have to bring you to more practices then." He mumbled before kissing you again, you can only laugh against his lips.
You had a feeling this was only the beginning.
