#noah lalonde

[daniellarusso]

MY LIFE WITH THE WALTER BOYS SEASON 2, EPISODE 5 "A Night To Remember"

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Noah LaLonde and Ashby Gentry from Netflix's "My Life With The Walter Boys" season 2 promo

[1-800-ur-cyber-slxtt]

𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌

; 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary: you help your tense boyfriend pre football game and he takes a little something to bring him luck.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: cole is eighteen in this!!, smut, p in v, semi public?, pantie stealing, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship, some of the dialogue might be a little cringe, whiny/ditzy reader, clearly i have no idea how american football works

notes: I haven't written smut in soooo long and I think I should go back to not

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divider credit: @muerdida 

 The cold wire of the fence pressed into you as you leaned against it, eyes searching the crowd of football players, coaches and cheerleaders on the field behind it, searching amongst the sea of teenagers and few adults for your boyfriend, Cole. No matter how hard you looked you couldn’t spot him anywhere. You hadn’t come together but instead you’d promised to find him before the game started. You were his lucky charm after all, even now that he was coaching and not playing. 

 He finds you before you find him, appearing behind you without you noticing. He grabs the end of your mini skirt, yanking it down just enough to cover you better. You flinch in surprise, though you know it’s Cole. You can smell his familiar cologne, recognise his familiar height looming over you. When you turn your head you’re met with the sight of his blonde hair pushed down by his cap, storm brewing behind his green eyes. 

“Skirt’s a bit short.”, he mutters while pressing a kiss to your cheek, hands firmly planted on either side of your hips. He stays behind you, shielding you from view of everyone else.

He wasn’t wrong about your skirt being short, in fact it was probably one of your shortest. Cole wasn’t the type of guy to control what you wore but that didn’t mean he was pleased with you prancing around carelessly, leaving little to the imagination. It was only natural he got jealous of all the guys staring at your legs, protective when he’d spot an older man perving on you. 

From the look on his face and the rough husk in his voice you could tell he was already in a bad mood. His hands knead your hips through the fabric of your skirt trying to soothe himself from whatever had gotten him in a bad mood. 

“I thought you liked this skirt?”, you question with furrowed brows and a pout pulling at your lips. He’d complimented you every other time you’d worn it, though when was he not showering you in compliments? 

Cole sighs, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck so he can place a kiss to the exposed skin there. “I do.”, he says, voice muffled by your skin. “You just need to stop bending in front of everyone, no one else is supposed to know the colour of your thong.” 

At his words you grab at the back of your skirt, shuffling the fabric just further down your hips, not that it would do much. “They can’t see anything!”, your words come out in a defensive whine, heat rising to your face.

“Just about.”, he replies and you can feel the way his lips have twisted into a smirk. Despite how on edge he was he couldn’t help but wind you up a little. His mood soon shifts back, evident in the way his jaw is clenched. Tension rolls off him in waves, his eyes are no longer on you but instead staring off distantly onto the field.

“Did something happen? I can tell something's bothering you.”, you ask but you already have a feeling you know what it is from the way his gaze lingers on the team, the team he used to win touch down after touch on but is now forced to lead from the sidelines. 

“Just stressed about coaching.”, he pauses, “It’s a lot of pressure.” He glances down at you noticing the worry etched into your features. His thumb finds the bare skin of your waist just above your skirt and below your top, drawing small circles as if to reassure you that he was fine. 

Pressure was part of it, sure. But you weren’t dumb. You knew the fact he wasn’t actually out on the field playing was getting to him. Coaching wasn’t the same as playing, wins didn’t feel like wins when he was watching from the sidelines. 

You hated seeing your boyfriend so troubled and if you could do anything to calm him down you would. “You still have some time before the game, right?”

You turn so you’re facing him, hands playing with the strings of his hoodie as you look up at him. Cole hums in response, intrigued with where you were going with this. 

“Let me take away some of that stress.”, your voice lowers and his eyes darken even more than they already had. 

“What exactly did you have in mind?”, he asks, head dipped closer to yours. The usual smirk had found its way back onto his face again and you knew he didn’t need any convincing. Your hand found his and you slipped past him, pulling him along with you as you beelined for the locker room. 

The bathrooms designated for public use would be too risky, most likely never completely empty, so with all players on the field the locker room seemed the safest bet. But you’d be lying if you said the thrill didn’t excite you. A suspension or worse, however, not so much. 

Nevertheless, the two of you make it into the building, hands all over one another as soon as you’re inside. Cole already has you up against the lockers, his body flush against yours, lips pressing hard into yours. Meanwhile you were pulling off his jacket. Neither wanting to waste the little time you had. 

One of Cole’s large hands palms at your clothed breast, pushing against you like a starved man. His mouth moves down your neck, hot, wet kisses left in its wake. 

The locker bathrooms is where you end up, Cole hoisting you up onto one of the sinks. Your skirt pushed up your hips, lace panties hanging off one ankle. His cap was lying somewhere on the floor along with your apparent self respect, sensibleness, and lacey bra. 

Your top was rolled down, straps off your shoulders to reveal your bare tits that every now and then would get attention from Cole’s mouth, his lips locking around your nipple and tongue playing with the swollen bud. 

His sweats and boxers were pushed down enough to let his thick cock push into you, pressing the basin counter harder into you with each manic thrust. He gripped your thighs while you gripped the corner of the counter and his shoulder. Your manicured nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder through his t-shirt that you desperately wanted off, only breaking the kiss so you could remove it.

The muffled noises filling the vacant bathroom were filthy. Moans and grunts muffled by teeth biting into lips, skin slapping skin, dirty wet noises of him relentlessly pounding into your pussy. Any thought of football had slipped the blond’s mind, his sole focus on you. 

“Fuck- what would I do without you? Always know what I need.”, he grunts with a particularly hard thrust that has you scrambling to grasp the tiled wall behind you with one hand, knuckles white from how hard you were gripping each surface. 

His name comes out of your mouth in a strangled moan, the back of your head hitting the mirror with a thud but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure pulsing through your body. 

The cold lighting of the bathroom bounces off the walls, illuminating every contraction of his defined muscles as he moves, every bead of sweat rolling down his abs or his forehead. His fingers dig into the fat of your thighs and hips, nails leaving crescent indents in the skin. 

The noises leaving your lips seem to louden and despite Cole’s pleasure filled daze he has the sense to cover your mouth. He plants one hand over your mouth, still using the other to hold you in place. “S’okay, baby.”, he reassures, never slowing his movements. 

Your body begins to shake as everything intensifies. Cole struggles not to come undone right then as you squeeze around him tighter than ever. His thrusts are losing their rhythm, becoming sloppy and inconsistent yet as frantic as ever, his own body shuddering against yours. 

You cry out against his hand, eyes screwing shut as you succumb to your climax. At the same moment you hear the sirens go, voices over the speaker signaling the start of the game. Your boyfriend doesn’t even blink, he wasn’t leaving until he’d finished and had you cleaned up. 

His breathing comes out in husky pants, brows knitted in concentration. You lean forward to wrap your arms over his shoulders as he ruts his hips a few more times before cumming inside you with a low groan of your name, the sound desperate and used. His head stays buried in the crook of your neck as his hips slow, the small juts eventually coming to a stop.  

The two of you stay stuck to each other like that for a moment, catching your breaths and recovering from the intensity of the moment you shared. 

 Finally though Cole pulls away just enough to press a tender kiss to your flushed cheek. “You did so good, baby. So perfect.”

All you can do in the moment is nod dumbly, still perched on the sink when he steps away. He tucks himself back in his sweats and pulls on his shirt again, before he focuses on cleaning you up. Trying to move fast but still taking the time to care for you. 

He wets some of the bathroom paper towels with the sink next to you, cleaning your inner thighs and anywhere else. He knows everyone, mainly the coach is probably wondering where he is right now but he doesn’t care. 

You watch him from where you sit, clasping your bra back on after he passes it to you. 

“I’ll be taking these.”, Cole says before you can process what he’s talking about he’s swiping your panties off your ankle and shoving them in his pocket, lace just barely poking out. 

When you realise what he’s done you start pouting, not wanting to go without them. “Cole, give them back!”, you whine, hopping off the basin. You reach for his pocket but he swerves with a chuckle and shake of his head. 

He tuts, “Need them, baby. They’re my lucky charm.” 

You huff, barely concealing the roll of your eyes. Though despite your fuss, part of you felt a hint of satisfaction, pride. And if having your underwear in his pocket was what it took to ease your boyfriend's anxiety then so be it, he could keep them. 

“Fine, keep them but you better make the team win.”, you relent, shuffling your skirt and top back into place. You use the mirror behind you to fix yourself back up, making your appearance as back to normal as you could. 

“You all good, baby? I should get out there unless you need anything.”, he asks, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in his expression. You couldn’t help but also feel like he was stalling. 

You shake your head, ‘no’. “You’ll do amazing, I know you will.”, you reach up and press a quick kiss to his puffy lips, clearly swollen from previous kissing and you biting them. You pick his cap off the ground and place it back on his head making him smile. 

“I’ll see you after the game, alright? Go get some water.”, he calls out as he starts making his way out of the bathroom. You then hear an ‘I love you’ as he exits the building and you can’t help but grin to yourself. 

Once you feel presentable and no longer have beetroot red cheeks you make your way into the stands. Taking a seat next to your friends who are completely oblivious to what you’d just done. Though you’re sure if they took a closer look at you they’d be able to figure it out. 

Meanwhile Cole has jogged to the field and over to coach who's been waiting for him, unsure if he’d ever turn up. 

“Hey, coach.”, Cole greets as he stands beside the older man, now holding a similar clipboard to his superiors that he’d grabbed off the bench after greeting the benched players in a rush. 

Coach looks Cole up and down, studying him. “Where have you been? Game started ten minutes ago.”

Cole swallows, slightly flustered at being called out. “Sorry, sir, had to do something first.”

“Don’t let it happen again. Won’t be able to win without you.” The older man doesn’t press, instead giving the blond a small smile before turning his focus back onto the game in front him. Cole does the same, though every now and then his hand wanders into his pocket, fingers brushing over the lace. 

And as it turns out, they are lucky.

[g1rld1ary]

day 22: quiet w/ cole walter

wc: 1666 summary: cole finds you, alex's best friend, in the loft warnings: unprotected piv, doggy, exhibitionism? me: mlwtwb is such a guilty pleasure watch but here we are 😌 divider by @/saradika-graphics | kinktober masterlist

You were waiting for Alex in the loft, deep into a doomscroll as you sank further into the couch.

“Who’s up there?” A voice called from the entrance to the barn — Cole. You looked up with a start, locking your phone instinctively.

“Just me,” You called, cringing at the squeaky way your voice sounded. It wasn’t like you didn’t know him; growing up in Silver Falls and being Alex Walter’s best friend made that absolutely impossible. You were just perpetually nervous around Cole.

Cole grumbled out something unintelligible, and you heard the ladder shift beneath his weight.

“Didn’t know you were back from college?” You looked up from your hands in surprise. You didn’t know Cole knew what you were up to; you wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t even know you’d left for college. Cole had been the brooding older brother for years now, switching up as soon as his injury took him out of football.

“Just got back,” You replied after far too long, “Was gonna surprise Alex but he’s taking ages.” Cole nodded, hardly looking at you.

“He should be home soon. I was just gonna clean up here a bit… is that okay?” It seemed like an afterthought, but you nodded anyway. It wasn’t like it was your house, despite how many times you’d been there over the years.

Awkward silence fell over the loft as you resumed scrolling, and Cole picked up various books and clutter that had built up. You could only bear it for so long, making a show of pushing yourself up from the sofa and heading toward the ladder.

It was truly an accident when your foot caught on a plastic car left on the ground by one of the siblings, sending you hurtling toward the edge of the loft.

Strong arms pulled you back, manoeuvring you in the blink of an eye until you were pressed chest to chest with Cole. It took a second for your brain to catch up with your body, breaths erratic and exaggerated as the adrenaline hit you all at once.

Cole’s arms didn’t move from around your waist, firm and encompassing. He towered above you, and you looked up at him with huge eyes, terrified and amazed at the same time. All your years of childish crushing on Cole Walter had resurfaced in moments of being in his arms.

“Thanks,” You whispered, hands resting on his chest, his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

Cole nodded, looking pained as he still didn’t move, though you both knew he should have by now. Instead, you caught him looking down at your boobs, jiggling as you breathed heavily. He looked back up at you, a tense moment lingering before you were kissing.

You couldn’t say who’d kissed who, but it was messy, hot and wet as lips, tongues and teeth clashed hurriedly. Years of tension rising to the surface as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling Cole ever closer.

He took charge, leading you blindly back towards the very sofa you’d just been lounging on. You wasted no time, knowing you likely didn’t have long. Neither of you wasted time in discarding shirts, simply pulling your summer tank top below your breasts so Cole could cup them, flicking your nipple with his thumb.

You broke the kiss to let out a little gasp, arching your back when Cole doubled down, pinching and twisting it almost painfully.

“Shut the fuck up,” He hissed, attacking your neck with bites and kisses, “The barn doors are still open.”

Cole kissed his way back up to your lips as his hands strayed lower, popping the button of your long denim shorts and shimmying them down your legs. He wasted no time in touching you over your panties, observing your reactions to give you the most pleasure.

“Cole, please,” You whimpered, bucking your hips.

“You want more?” He asked, circling your clit over the thin fabric and laughing meanly when you nodded hysterically, “If you make another sound, I’ll stop.”

Cole held intense eye contact as he slowly entered one finger into you, patient as you tried to contain your reactions. Your fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to stay silent, breaths hiccuppy and irregular.

Two more fingers pushed into your hole, stretching you out deliciously as you reached blindly down to Cole’s jeans, pulling the zipper and yanking them down along with his boxers.

You jerked each other off, your pussy making an obscene squelch around Cole’s fingers, pistoning in and out of you.

“Need more, Cole,” You begged, teasing the tip of his dick until his hips stuttered of their own accord.

“Yeah? You want my cock?”

You nodded aggressively, grinding against the air as your desperation grew.

“Pathetic,” He laughed, manhandling you onto your knees, elbows leaning against the back of the sofa, facing away from him.

Cole wasn’t gentle when he entered you, plunging in all at once and groaning alongside you.

“Fuck,” He leant down so his mouth was beside your ear, snapping his hips against you, “Been thinking about this for so long, my little brother’s hot best friend.”

You pushed back against him desperately, dripping at his confession. Of course, you’d fantasised about Cole; it was the oldest cliché in the book. Curses slipped from your lips as he filled you up, cock stretching you like you’d never experienced. Cole grabbed your chin with one hand, pulling your upper body against him easily.

“Had to watch you spend summers at our house in those fucking bikinis, prancing around like you wanted me to fuck you in front of everyone,” He groaned, abusing your nipples as you jerked and writhed beneath him.

Your hands snuck up to grab his hair, bucking your hips against him with wild abandon.

Then, the barn door creaked, and you both stopped on your tracks, Cole’s dick still inside you. You looked at him with fear, the idea of being caught by any of the Walters a literal nightmare.

Footsteps crunched on the hay of the barn, a few tools clanging together. You didn’t know who it was, and you didn’t want to wait to be caught. You moved to pull yourself off of him and grab your shirt, but Cole gripped your waist harshly, shoving you back down so you were leaning against the back of the sofa. He followed you down, his voice a husky whisper in your ear.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to shut the fuck up, huh?” He pushed back in slowly, shoving his hand over your mouth as you tried to muffle your moans. Cole seemed to be trying his best to make you break, reaching around to rub tight circles around your clit, sending quivering pleasure all through your body.

You’d just made peace with Cole fucking you, thinking you could stay quiet enough that you could escape unnoticed. Of course, he had to make things harder.

“Hey,” He called down, evil glint in his eye.

“Cole?” Alex asked, unseen, and the terror almost overwhelmed your pleasure, “What are you doing?”

“Just cleaning the loft. Your friend’s coming later, isn’t she?” He moved in and out of you slowly, letting you feel every ridge of his dick.

“Yeah, she’s supposed to be here any minute.”

Cole was being cruel — making faces at you like he had no idea that he was the root of your struggle. He kept talking, engaging Alex in casual smalltalk as tears brimmed in your eyes, the pressure of a building orgasm mounting.

When it was becoming too much, arms trembling as you tried to hold yourself up, you reached to where Cole’s hand covered your mouth to tap three times. A warning.

“Alright, bud, well, hope she gets here soon,” Cole all but cut his brother off, sending him out of the barn in a rush.

As soon as the creaky door swung shut, Cole picked up the pace again, shoving your head down with his fingers threaded through your hair.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He cooed, an obscene slapping sound filling the loft as you were both brought closer to climax.

“Yes, fuck, Cole. Please!” You cried, breaking into a high-pitched, breathy moan. Pleasure overtook your senses, unable to control your volume even though Alex could very well have still been outside.

Cole pulled out, spilling over your back with a strangled groan, hands gripping tight around the fat of your hips. You came down together, Cole slumping down beside you on the couch, breathing heavily.

You looked at him, a sheen of sweat coating your skin.

“What was that?” You asked, suddenly shy despite the fact that he’d seen your most intimate state.

“Been dreaming of that for a long time,” He admitted, shimmying back into his jeans.

“So it’s… not just a one-time thing?” You couldn’t contain the beam of hope that had burst through your heart, the idea of finally having your best friend’s brother in reach earth-shaking.

You crept around to the Walter’s front door with a pep in your step, thoroughly thrilled with the events of the day. It wasn’t at all how you thought a standard summer reunion was going to go, but no one would hear a complaint from you.

After being welcomed by all hundred of the Walter family members, Alex led you upstairs, already talking your ear off about what you’d missed while you were away.

“And,” He slammed the door shut, giving you both privacy, “I just walked into the barn to feed the horses, and I’m pretty sure Cole was fucking some girl up there.”

“That's crazy,” You laughed, nails burning crescents into your palm.

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