gojo loves making you cry (smut, dacryphilia, overstimulation)
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“oh baby I know” gojo coos, smirking almost devilishly as he holds you down by your waist.
your annoyingly smug boyfriend has been pounding you for what has felt like hours… making you cum 5, 8, 10, 12, 25 times? you don’t know. youve lost count.
by the (probably) 4th orgasm, salty tears started to fall down your face, overwhelmed from the overstimulation. it felt so good, he felt so good. almost too good.
unfortunately (fortunately) for you, crying only fueled gojo’s lust further. he gripped you harder, slammed his cock into you relentlessly, and groaned as you sobbed.
“am I a sadist?” he thinks to himself each time, unable to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes your desperate wailing so arousing. is it the fact that you clearly feel good? or maybe it’s your pretty face? big glossy eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips. oh how cute you are, especially when you sniffle. maybe it’s your nails digging into his back? or how damn tight you are?
actually, it’s everything.
or just you.
gojo thrusts over and over, his hand slowlyyy reaching down to rub circles on your wet clit, making your head spin.
“mm—mph! so—so muchh ‘toru!” you whine, squirming when he goes impossibly deeper.
“so pretty baby… so cute.” he praises, practically hypnotized by the sight of you fucked-out beneath him. but you barely hear him, mind fuzzy as the heat builds in your stomach once more.
he sighs, admiring your tearful and flustered expression, practically moaning as he watches your watery eyes roll back for what seemed like thousandth time.
a heavy hand rests on your forehead, the ramming of his cock just barely slowing down, “one more, baby? just wanna keep watching that cute face…”
Colston is the best and fully takes care of you. Everything from cuddling, massages, cleaning up messes you two make, and even washing your hair in the shower. He may be a menace on the field, but could be unbelievably gentle with you. The most important part to him though, is checking how you feel mentally, especially after particularly intense nights.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
Colston has always been an ass man. Keeping his hands on your curves as much as possible, and always asking you to ride him reverse cowgirl so he can watch your ass. But what really breaks him are your eyes. All it takes is a sharp look to have him hard for you, and you take full advantage of it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
Colston is obsessed with seeing his cum on your body. It doesn't matter where. Your face, breast, stomach, or ass. Seeing you covered in his cum makes him instantly hard again, ready to cover you more.
D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs):
Colston loves making love to your sleepy body. He felt slightly ashamed of it at first, but he can't help it, and you never minded. You always look so peaceful and beautiful with the morning light outlining your curves, it gets him everytime. Especially if you had only slept in underwear, he'll easily slide them to the side, pressing into you gently. Even while sleeping, your body was always ready for him. When you finally start to wake, he pulls you closer, "I got you beautiful, just rest."
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):
Colston has had a few relationships and regular hookups, but you don't judge each other's past. Although, he does remind you that you're his now. The very first time you had sex he told you "You're mine babygirl, gonna fuck you until you only remember my name."
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
Reverse Cowgirl. You let Colston record a short video of you in that position to have on the road with him. He loves watching you take his cock, dripping down his length as your ass bounced, hearing that faint whine of his name when he pushed up into you deeper.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
Colston's favorite thing in the world is making you laugh. You share the occasional laugh during sex, but mostly sex was heated and intense with the laughing coming after.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
Colston is a pretty boy that cares about the appearance of his whole body, and keeps all his hair well groomed and neat. He knows you love finding his skin smooth and hair freshly trimmed, it makes you suck him off even better.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
Colston is a cheesy romantic, and you honestly love it. Unless you have been pushing him to flip that switch, he's a gentle giant. He handles you like glass, always making sure your comfortable and telling you how perfect you are to him.
J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon):
Colston would only jack off for two reasons.
1. To make sure he doesn't cum quick after he hasn't seen you during an away stretch. He'll get off quickly in the shower before ever touching you, never wanting to leave you disappointed.
2. When you call him late at night, after he's alone in his hotel room, listening to your sweet little sounds as you pleasure yourself because you couldn't cum without hearing his voice. "Cole, I miss you." You would always start, letting him know you were needy for him. He'd talk you through touching yourself or even using a vibrator. His fist would inevitably end up wrapped tight around his cock, pumping hard as his deep voice guided you. "You're doing so good, baby girl. Keep rubbing your pretty clit for me. I promise I'm going to take care of you when I get home, gonna make you cum on this dick until you're crying for it."
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) :
Colston loves when you're a brat. When you get that attitude and keep pushing him until he finally pins you against a wall. When he tells you to behave, and you say "make me" with that knowing smirk just so he'll fuck all the attitude out of you. You could definitely ask for it, but what's the fun in that?
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
Anywhere public. The rush of sneaking you around a corner, sliding his long fingers into your underwear in a restaurant booth, or putting you on your knees in an elevator made him feral. Both of you craved the thrill of possibly getting caught. He loved getting to tell you "Look at you. You'd let me fuck you anywhere - wouldn't you, beautiful?"
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Everything about you drives him insane. Your eyes, laugh, curves, voice, bedhead, and all the other little things you don't know that you do. He says it's your fault he's always horny.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
Spanking. You and Colston are pretty experimental but spanking you was a hard limit for him. He would be rough, light choking and even restraints were okay, but he refused to ever lay a hand on you in that way.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Colston would die a happy man suffocated between your legs. He loved having you sit on his face, licking and sucking until you couldn't help but to fully ride his tounge. You never only came once, and you were lucky if he only make you cum twice. Because once your legs started giving out above him, sobbing from multiple orgasms already, he would only flip you to your back. Getting right back to work with his skillful tounge, even spelling his name against your clit just to remind you that you're his.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Colston's pace changed depending on the mood. He loved taking his time, adoring your body, and letting you know how much he cared. He also loved bending you over, taking you hard and fast when needed. You felt safe either way.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Colston doesn't like a quickie, and would much rather take his time with you. If you ever do have a quickie, it's just the first round of many for that day.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Colston loves trying new things with you, especially things you've never done before. Everything from new positions, toys, or locations, he loved it all. You and Colston agreed on a try most things atleast once, and have enjoyed checking things off that list.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
He's a 21 year old athlete. Unless he's hurt from playing, he'd fuck you all day if you let him. It takes you at least half a day to recover after he kept you up for hours, wanting round after round.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
You had a few vibrators and dildos before you and Colston started dating. One night, while helping you reorganize your room, Colston found your hidden box. He practically begged you to show him how you liked to use them. Since then, he loves using toys on you, making you squirm from the overstimulation until you cried for him to fuck you. Together, you plan to expand your collection and try new toys, even for him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
Colston is a master at teasing, and teasing you is one of his favorite pass times. On his off days he would spend all day teasing you, in private or public, didn't matter. Never fully giving you what you wanted, until you were a needy mess for him that night.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Colston loved to talk, especially dirty. He never got too loud, knowing his deep voice carried. But he knew what his voice did, and used it as a lethal weapon, with constant filthy praise and low groans near your ear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
Cockwarming with Colston after a rough loss:
He got home and didn't say a word, just pulled you into his broad chest and held you until he felt like the world wasn't closing in on him anymore. He only wanted to shower and hold you. Colston took a quick shower and crawled into bed, sliding against your back side with his arms wrapped tightly at your waist. You were prepared for whatever came next - tears, anger, self blaming, whatever it was you were here. But what he asked for surprised you. "Can I just stay inside and hold you?" He asked, his voice weak in your ear. You only nod and work to remove your bottoms as he did the same. He cuddled back against you, and then gently brought his head to your entrance, pushing in slowly. He groaned softly, his shoulders instantly feeling lighter. You gasp once he's fully in, forcing yourself to not move against him. Your bodies finally adjusted and a calm fell over the room, it didn't feel sexual, only full and intimate. "Thank you" He whispered into your hair. You responded by holding his hand tighter. You were his escape, his safe place, his home.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):
You knew Colston's confidence had to come from somewhere, and the first time you saw him naked you found out exactly where. He was well endowed to say the least, not so much that sex was painful, but borderline. He was already sculpted like a Greek God, with muscles and veins that made you weak, having that to go along just seemed like overkill.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Through the roof. He really would make love to you constantly if he could. Even when he wasn't with, you would get random text messages all the time:
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
After Colston took care of you, he would pass out. It never failed, your pussy would put him straight to sleep, and you never let him forget it.
!!age gap, dad figures, daddy issues, your ex still loves you, minors DNI!!
~You break in your ex boyfriend’s penthouse, and he is proud, such a good girl showing your skills to him.~
You and Raymond had, well, a common past-as you call it. He was your first everything-sexual partner, love, kiss, stalker, dad…- and Ray was the one who lead you in all sorts of illegal stuff-dirty money, weapons... Bringing you everywhere he could, especially during meetings with mafia’s leaders.
But thanks to him you became the smartest and most efficient hacker, he bought you the best hacking’s classes as he knew it was your dream. And he’d have done anything for you, his little princess…
But it’s been years since you last saw him. You two got separated cause people started understanding that the well known Raymond Reddington had a soft spot for a cute little thing. Even though he loved you more than anything, being away from you tore him apart, but he had to do it. Cause he would never have survived your death.
But he hadn’t told you the whole story. Just left you behind, without words being said. So you cried, cried and cried, till you hated him-that what you forced yourself to believe, that you hate him. But deep down you know that’s fake…
Anyway, right now, you needed him. You might have betrayed people mafia who’ve asked for your services, and they might’ve threaten to kill you. Only Reddington could stop them. You threw your pride away, and break in his current penthouse. If you gotta ask him a favor, at least show him who’s boss.
His penthouse was known to be one of the safest, but you managed to break in anyway. You are the smartest, remember? Oh I bet Raymond will be so proud of you.
For now, you are wondering in his big living room, caressing book shelves, go through his desk -finding a small picture of you in his cigar’s box…
As you are waiting, you lay on his luxurious sofa, spilling it’s favorite whiskey on it-without doing it on purpose, obviously. Oh! So clumsy of you!
Finally, he cames back home. And your breath shakes at how he hasn’t changed from all theses years, except for some wrinkles on his forehead…
He is not alone, a man -with a beretta tugged on his waistband- and a woman -who seems to be your age- are with him. Your frown, who is she? You always have been possessive of Raymond, he is Your Ray after all…
Once they spot you, the man immediately points the beretta towards you. Raymond force him to lower his gun. And you smile. You smile cause you know you are still the man’s soft spot. The photo you found earlier is a proof of that. So whoever that woman might be, she is not more important than you, and that’s all that matters for you.
« Hi Ray-baby » you said sarcastically, love mixed with hatred.
« Hi sugar, it’s been a while since i’ve- »
« Shut up » you got up, hating how you’re still febrile to his voice. « I want your help. » you try to keep your head and pride up.
« Want? » he smirks, smug, walking towards you.
« …need »
« I am impressed how you got here sweetie. A little thing like you managed to knock out my soldiers. Such a good girl using my tricks against me.» He seemed really happy, sitting on the armchair in front of you, legs crossed. « Why do you need me for? »
« I’ve betrayed mafias, they want me dead. » you say lowly like a child confessing her fooleries.
«That’s on you. Haven’t I taught you loyalty sweet thing? » you look at him with your doe eyes, hoping it’s still his weakness. And it is.
If you are okay with writing this, do you think you can write a Miguel x F!Reader (whose a Spider) oneshot where Miguel finds out the reader is pregnant due to his hearing, and the reader reveals she kept it a secret because she didn’t know how to tell him.
Not Meant To Hear Yet.
summary: Miguel had came back from a meeting with the spider-society and overheard you panicking in you’re shared bathroom. He continued to overheard something he wasn’t meant to hear yet…
characters: Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew.
warnings: crying. reader having a panic attack. angst. implied smut. little love confession.
This was not what you wanted to happen, you didn’t want a to have a child this young. You were 24, your boyfriend of 4 years, 27. And a couple months ago, you’d found out you were pregnant. At first you didn’t believe it, until all the test you took all came back positive. You didn’t want this, well you did want a child, just not this early..
And how were you going to tell Miguel this, you were sure he wouldn’t take the news good. You’d thought at the time you were for sure on the birth control..
He was at a ‘meeting’ with some members from the spider-society while you decided on staying home. After he left you did your normal routine, house chores, out chores. Miguel always insisted that you didn’t have to do that whenever you stayed home, he didn’t want you to be worked up and more tired then you normally should.
After your ‘chores’, you rush to your shared bedroom that was up the stairs. Dialing your phone, you call Jessica. She answers in a calm tone, while you answer in a worried tone. “Hey are you okay? What is it you need help with? You seem worried..” She said, a version of her showing up infront of you, she was on her motorcycle on a street in her universe.
You clack your nail repeatedly on the counter repeatedly, deciding to tell her what happened once she’d stop at a light. “Okay don’t get to excited or anything since your riding your motorcycle, but.. I’m pregnant..” You say waiting for her response and reaction.
As Jessica sat at the light, she started asking you a dozens of questions, “Do you know the gender yet?”, “Top 5 names if it’s a girl or boy?”, “Does Miguel even know yet?” You didn’t say anything after that question. Just from a minute of silence, she knew you hadn’t. “You haven’t told him have you..?”
Miguel had teleported into the house, he took his costume off and replaced them with comfortable clothing he’d left from the previous night before on the couch, while doing so, he heard you talking to someone. He figured it was important so he shrugged it off and started taking the ingredients out for dinner you were going to be cooking on this bittersweet night. “I just don’t know how to tell him that there’s a baby on the way.” He paused his movements. Had you just said what you said was truly real. It seemed seemed specious, but it wasn’t. It was true, real. “I don’t know how he’ll take the news, I want him to be happy about it and all but, what if he’s not, what if he’s angry about it..” That made him feel egregious and compunctioned. You thought he wouldn’t react well or good to the news..? He frowned and sat on the couch, still ‘eavesdropping’, but not on purpose of course.
After the conversation you had with Jessica, you pranced down the stairs to see Miguel on the couch, you froze halfway on the stairs panicking, you hoped he didn’t hear that whole conversation with her, and that he’d just gotten home. You continued your way down the stairs, he looked up to see you. God, he thought you looked so seraphic. “Hello Mi Rey, how was your day?” You say as you walk up to him and give him a sweet kiss onto of his forehead, after you ran your hands through his hair and smiled sweetly at him.
It took him a second or more to respond to your daily question, “It was good baby, do you feel okay right now? Your red..” He says. He knew what he was doing, he already knew what happened now.
You look in his eyes, look down and chuckle. “Yes dear I’m fine, I’m going to start dinner now.” Kissing his cheek, you walk to the kitchen to see he put what you needed out. “Aww, thanks for putting everything out, thank my hombre guapo. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?” You say peaking your head out of the kitchen into the living room.
He stands up and walks over to you, “Only if that means we can play music?” He says as his large hands wrap around the small of your back and butt. Whenever he meant “play music”, he meant while the food was cooking and the both of you had time to waste to dance around in the kitchen and plant gentle kisses on one another.
You look to the side and frown for a second, debating your words of choice. “Miguel?” You say looking up at him.
After you just saying his name, he got quite worried. “What is it mi amor?” He said looking deep into your eyes.
“Whatever happens, I just hope you know I love you, so so much.. Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” You say, feeling different waves of emotions coming over you.
He was surprised. He thought that something bad was going to happen, but surprisingly it wasn’t anything bad. You were having one of your moments where you just wanted to say that you loved him. “God I love you too y/n..” He says shoving you into his broad chest.
After making dinner the both of you sat down at the table, across from eachother. It was quiet, that weirded you out a little, he was always the one to start a conversation at the table..
You clear your throat and look up at him, “Soooo, did anything interesting happen with them today?” You say, taking another sip of your soup. Your mind was racing with random question and things you had to finish after eating.
He looked up, didn’t say anything, until a couple moments later. “Nope not really.. But there is something I’d like to talk about with you.” He said in a significant tone, as he pushed his soup bowl to the side, with his glass of water.
You took note of this, his tone was never like this unless there was something wrong or serious we needed to talk about. “Okay…” You drag out as you do the same gesture as him, pushing your glass and bowl out of the way.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant..?” He asked. His shoulders were tense, as he stood properly in his chair.
Oh god, he knows..? But how, that shouldn’t have been unless he heard me upstairs, is that why he was so tense when I came down the stairs.. “Look Miguel, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to break the news to you.” You felt a sense of compunction rush over you. “I didn’t know how you would react, or how you felt about having a child.. I just..” You didn’t finish anything, tears ran down your cheeks, as you didn’t look at him but at the cleared area in front of you on the table.
You didn’t see him, but he got up and started walking towards you. He wrapped his strong and well-knitted arms around you, you cried and cried in his chest. You felt horrible, you were gasping for air at this point from crying.
He let go of you and took your flushed face in his hands. “Look Hermosa, I’m not angry, I’m just a little sad that you’d think I’d feel that way. I’m happy that you are okay?” Staring at you, he waited for you to nod. When you did he gave you a kiss, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom where the both of you would go to sleep. And clean up the both of you made from cooking tomorrow. “Goodnight, Mi Amor.”
mason fic!!! it’s not the best bc i didn’t edit but i hope you like it regardless :3 it’s mason x fem beastkin reader (rabbit type) and there isn’t as much actual violence or torture bc it’s sort of a prologue to the game? and i wanted to write smut again so yeah
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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.
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