A/N: I wrote this ages ago with the plan of putting it into a series I had planned but I decided to scrap that series but still wanted to share this little scene I wrote for it!
Summary: In the middle of the night (in my dreams), you should see the things we do, baby.
Word Count: 581
Warnings: Fluff! Mention of Threesome!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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It was the middle of the night and neither of you had fallen asleep yet. You’d gotten as far as lying in bed together but tiredness and sleep never found you. Instead, you both laughed and talked as you stared up at the ceiling as if you were star gazing.
Colin was listening as you recounted this story from your time at college. You were animatedly talking gesturing wildly with your hands. He smiled whenever you had to stop for a moment because you were laughing too much at the memory.
He moved his head to the side so he could watch you properly. Watching every mini expression you made as you talked. He loved how expressive you could get when you got excited about something. He could listen to you tell this story a million times and he wouldn’t mind because he would never get bored of hearing you talk. He could feel a swelling sensation in his chest when he looked at you as if his heart was taking up all the space. He realised in that exact moment that not only did he love you, but just how deeply he did.
“Oh,” he muttered.
“What?” You ask confused at his interruption.
“Nothing I just-“ he said quickly shaking his head trying to work out if he should say something.
“Ignore me” he waves it off, telling you to continue.
You chuckle at him before jumping straight back into your story while Colin just continued to listen. Except he wasn’t really listening, his mind stuck on the undeniable fact that he loved you. It was a secret that he wanted to scream from the rooftops. He tried thinking of how to tell you, should he buy you a bunch of flowers? Get his guitar out? He wanted the moment to be perfect.
“Okay, what is it?” You say grabbing his attention once more.
“What is what?” He asks playing innocent.
“You weren’t paying attention” you point out turning to face him.
“Yes I was I promise!” Colin defends holding his hands up.
“No, you weren’t because I just said I had a threesome with Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman and you didn’t bat an eyelid,” you tell him with a knowing look.
“Okay I’m sorry, I just got distracted for a moment” Colin apologises with a sigh.
“It's okay, what were you thinking about, you had an odd serious look on your face” you ask laying your hand on top of his.
Colin sighed looking down at your hand and turning his over to intertwine his fingers with yours. He then looked back at you watching as your eyes searched his. He remembered the first night you’d met, how you both spent hours talking and laughing with each other. A memory that wasn't too dissimilar to how tonight was playing out. He smiled when he realised there wasn’t a moment more perfect than this one right here.
“I love you” he smiled squeezing your hand gently.
“What?” You whisper in disbelief.
“You’re my best friend and I love you” Colin repeats.
You remain silent for a moment you’re face still one of shock. Colin starts to panic that you don’t feel the same way, was it far too early? Was he about to scare you away? Just as those fears were starting to get the better of him you smiled shifting closer to him and kissing him gently.
“I love you too” you smile resting your forehead against his.
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My Favorite Mistake Pairing: Colin Shea x Reader Word Count: 3525 Warnings: Fluff, angst Image by pinterest.com “You sure you don’t want to meet us later? We should be done with dinner by 8.” “No thanks.” “Y/N, you haven’t been out in weeks. You can’t just stay in that apartment all the time. Put on that cute black dress and meet us at Rave’s.” You pulled the blanket up higher around your chin, making sure it covered your socked feet on the coffee table. “It’s ok, I really appreciate it but I’m really comfy here. I’m gonna check out a new series on Netflix.” Your friend sighed through the phone. “Ok. Call me if you need me, ok?” “Thanks,” you said, ending the call and tucking the phone under the blanket in your lap. It was 7:30 on a Friday night and you were alone, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s serving as dinner as you surfed the TV for something good to watch. It had been exactly three months. Three months since your heart was shattered, three months since you thought your world had ended, three months since you’d allowed yourself to enjoy anything. Everyone warned you, including a few friends that had traveled the same road. Colin was trouble. While everyone agreed he was dangerously sexy and incredibly handsome, everyone knew that for Colin, variety was the spice of life. He’d even told you that he tried one time to settle down with someone, and it was so painful when it ended, he would never do it again. That didn’t stop you though. You’d never forget the moment you’d met him – you were moving in to apartment 6C in a gorgeous, historic building in Boston. It was your first place of your own – your folks were so proud of you and helped you get moved in. On day 3 in your new place, your world changed. You were stepping out your door for work when your neighbor in 6A opened the door to grab his newspaper. He was naked but for a flowered bathroom towel that he held to keep his privacy. He was tall and lean with defined pecs, muscular arms, spiky blonde hair and blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean. And then he smiled, a million watts reaching across the banister to your apartment. “Good mornin’ 6C. I’m Colin,” he’d said in that delicious deep voice. Somehow you’d managed to squeak out your name, trying hard to breathe and keep walking. You had to pass him to get to the stairs, trying not to trip and fall or make an idiot of yourself. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,” he said as you made your way down the stairs. “I hope so,” you’d replied, your voice sounding stronger than you imagined. A corner of his smile turned up and he gave you a little salute as you headed downstairs. True to his word, he’d knocked on your door that night with a bag of Chinese food and you’d invited him in. You played hard to get that night, even though the four beers and those blue eyes nearly broke your will. But on Friday, when he knocked again, you didn’t even make it through the tacos he brought over. Before you knew it, you’d gone from deep kisses on the couch to your bed, where you fell asleep wrapped around his body after hours of incredible sex. When the sun came up that Saturday morning, you blinked your eyes as you awoke, looking up at the most handsome face and long eyelashes you’d ever seen. You’d kissed his cheek, then peppered his neck and shoulders with kisses, releasing him from sleep and encouraging him to take you again. You’d wrapped your legs around him and he’d carried you into the bathroom, where you ran a hot bath and the two of you snuggled under the bubbles for an hour. The next few days you were inseparable. As soon as you got home from work, he was there. Most every night he stayed in your bed. More than once you’d watched the glow of the sunrise on your bedroom walls as you and Colin couldn’t get enough of each other’s touch. You’d watched some movies, binged a couple of shows, and shared the kitchen preparing some of your favorite recipes. You’d also talked, and talked, and talked. You told him about your ex, the guy you thought was “the one,” even though you certainly never felt for him what you did when you were with Colin. He told you about Allie, who had lived in your apartment before. He’d fallen hard for her and thought maybe he should think about settling with one girl, but she’d broken it off suddenly, and later he learned she’d eloped with one of her exes. The hurt in his eyes had been unbearable. That night you’d made it your quest to make him forget her – he’d called your name more than once and you’d held on to him tight, kissing him with enough passion to wipe out the sad memory of her. There was something so thrilling about being with him. Most of the time you didn’t have a plan, and you loved how each time with him would unfold. You’d spent a few evenings listening to your favorite tunes on the roof of the building, dancing under the moonlight. Colin was always working on songs for his band. He’d strum the guitar and you’d listen intently - you’d even helped him with lyrics on a few. One night Colin texted and told you he had plans and wouldn’t be able to see you. You’d texted back and told him to have a good night, happy to find him waiting at your door the next night after work. A few times he’d left to spend then night at his apartment. You’d noticed he’d checked his phone and figured he had something on his calendar for the next morning. You’d mentioned him to your girlfriends and gotten more than one eyeroll. “How many of you have slept with Colin?” your friend Jenny asked your friends at a bar one night. A few raised their hands. “I’m not stupid,” you’d responded. “I know he likes girls. We’re just friends with benefits.” The words came out, but you knew they were a lie. You were in love with him. Head over heels, heart and soul, forever and ever in love with him. You were in love with a total player who made it his goal to sleep with every girl in Boston. And so, on the morning of the 6-month anniversary of your first evening together, the truth had reared its ugly head. You’d spent the night before at your parents’ house after having dinner with them and had run home to get ready the next morning before heading to work so that you could bring him a gift. You’d picked up his favorite cannolis from the local bakery. You knew he was probably still asleep so you hung the bag on his door and texted him to check when he woke up. As you left for work, you heard a giggle across the hall. A girl opened Colin’s door and peeked around the edge, grabbing the bag of cannolis from the doorknob. You heard his laughter behind her as she closed the door. You froze. You couldn’t catch your breath. Your knees were weak. Tears burned at your eyes. The next few moments were a blur. You marched over to his door and knocked softly. You heard a rustle, then he was there, bare chested, wearing your favorite ripped jeans. “I hope you two enjoy your breakfast. I’m glad I went out of my way to bring it to you on a day that at least means something to me.” You turned on your heel and rushed down the stairs, ignoring him calling your name. You’d broken down on the train, dabbing at the tears to try and save your makeup. The older lady next to you patted your arm as you pulled yourself together. Your phone had dinged all day. Text after text from him, none of which you read. You were upset, but mostly mad at yourself. It was your own fault. He had told you himself that monogamy wasn’t his thing. But it had been impossible not to believe he felt something for you every time the two of you came together. The way he looked in your eyes, the way he held you so close, the way the two of you were entangled for hours on end. Could it really not be more than just sex? That night you’d stayed with a friend, leaving from her house the next morning for work. You’d left work early and slipped into your apartment in the afternoon, changing into his t-shirt and climbing into bed. You’d slept through to the morning, trudging in for another day at work. You couldn’t help but wonder what was happening behind his apartment door. It was unbearable to think of him holding someone else, kissing them the way he kissed you. For weeks, you’d managed to avoid seeing him. More than once you’d heard him come home, then heard a soft knock at your door, but you didn’t answer. There were so many text messages. “Good morning Y/N. Hope your day is good.” “Good night, sweet dreams.” Worst of all, lots of “I miss you” texts that made you want to open the door the next time he knocked. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to just accept that you’d take what you got from him and be happy with it. But knowing that you might be his Thursday and another girl would be his Friday was just too hard. How could he kiss you in that spot on your throat that drove you crazy, and then do the same thing for someone else? How could something so intimate not mean more to him? So for three months, you’d been miserable. Friends had tried to set you up on a couple of blind dates, your mom had even tried to introduce you to one of your dad’s associates, but you just weren’t ready. And now you were sitting home on a Friday night, wrapped up in frumpy sweats and a blanket, feeling sorry for yourself. You didn’t know exactly what got into you but you threw the blanket off and headed for the bathroom. You peeled out of the sweats, turned on the curling iron and grabbed your makeup bag. In 20 minutes you’d pulled on your favorite little black dress, applied makeup for an evening out, curled your hair and grabbed your beaded clutch. You slipped on your strappy high heels and headed for the door. You’d text your friend and let her know you’d be at Rave’s to meet them. As you opened the door, you stopped cold. Colin was in front of you. He had on gray slacks and a pale blue button up shirt, the first three buttons open. His hair was styled, the thin silver chain of his necklace and the tattoo on his chest peeking out from his shirt. His ocean blue eyes lit up when he saw you. He held a bouquet of roses in his hand. You smelled the musky scent you loved so much. “Hey,” he said shyly. “You look amazing.” He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. You went from startled to smug in a few seconds. “I’m on my way out,” you said. “Meeting some friends tonight. Mind moving out of my way?” He hesitated but stepped aside. You brushed past him, looking over your shoulder at him as you rounded the banister. “Y/N, I really want to talk to you.” “Not tonight,” you said confidently, descending the stairs. The club was rocking when you got there and the girls were all glad to see you. You took advantage of all the free drinks they were supplying and did your share of dancing, including a couple of slow dances with hot guys that were knocking each other over to flirt with you. When one asked to walk you to your Uber, you agreed, and took him up on making the ride to your apartment. He’d taken your hand as you ascended the stairs to the 6th floor, chatting and laughing all the way up. You fished in your clutch for your keys when you heard the door behind you open. Your escort put his hand at the small of your back and pulled you in for a kiss just as Colin peered out. You opened your eyes just as he started to close his door. You saw that sadness, the same sadness you’d seen when he’d told you about his broken heart. Your escort started to turn the key but you stopped him. You thanked him for walking you up but said you needed to call it a night. He gave you another kiss and you exchanged phone numbers, then he headed down the stairs. You let out a huge sigh as you stared at 6A. You thought the night out would help extinguish the fire but it continued to rage inside you. You walked over and gently knocked. You held your breath as you watched the door knob turn. “Hey.” “Hey.” “Can I come in?” He pulled the door open a bit more so you could step in. He stood still, looking down at his feet. You pushed the door closed. “Why were you dressed up tonight?” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I had a date.” You felt your heart sink a little. “Oh. How’d it go?” “I don’t know.” You cocked your head a little. “You don’t know?” “Nope.” You shook your head a little. “Why don’t you know?” “Didn’t happen.” You blew out a sigh, a little frustrated. “You had a date, but you didn’t have a date.” “Right.” “Ok,” you said. Maybe it was a mistake coming over. You turned towards the door. “Well, sorry to bother you, just thought I’d say hi.” “Don’t you want to know why it didn’t happen?” You sighed. “Sure, I’ll bite. Why didn’t it happen?” He stepped toward you, then put his hands on the small of your back, pulling you closer. “I went to ask her and she was on her way out.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and looked into those ocean blues. “Where’d she go?” “I don’t know,” he said gruffly, “but she didn’t come home alone.” “Hmm,” you hummed, “wonder if he likes cannolis?” He looked down for a minute, something flashing across his face. Guilt, maybe? To his credit, he met your eyes again. “I’m sorry.” You’d hoped to hear those words for so long. You hoped he’d at least acknowledge that he’d hurt you. “I was an ass. Easily the most asshole thing I’ve ever done. And that’s saying a lot. I’m sorry.” You let out a quiet chuckle. “Definitely a move that will get you in the Asshole Hall of Fame.” It was his turn to laugh and he met your eyes again. “I was scared,” he said. “Scared? Scared of what?” “Of us,” he said. Your eyebrows scrunched in surprise. “What do you mean?” He let out a huff of air and squeezed your hips a little tighter. “You and I, we were really good. I got so used to being with you. Everything about you made me happy. And I got scared. I tried feeling that way before and it broke me. I had to put some space between us.” “So you let some bimbo eat our anniversary cannolis?” He laughed a little, dropping his head and shaking it. “Yeah. I know. I’m a shit.” “Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’ loudly. “I tried to talk to you. Tried to apologize. I texted, came over a few times. It was clear you weren’t interested in hearing what I had to say. So tonight I decided to step it up.” You felt tears burn at your eyes. You wanted to stay strong and blinked them away. “I did something incredibly stupid,” you said. “Yeah?” “Yeah. I fell in love with you. Even though everyone told me and everything inside me knew I shouldn’t, I did. All of those times being with you,” you said, your eyes glistening with tears. “All of those kisses, all of those touches, they meant something to me. More than just hooking up. I let myself believe they meant something to you too,” you said. “They did,” he said softly in that deep, sexy voice. He lifted a hand to your face, cupping your chin and gently touching his lips to yours. You closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling. You pressed your hands to his chest. He deepened the kiss and you instinctively let your hands slide up and encircle his neck, burying your fingers in the hair there, pulling it a little between your fingers. A soft moan escaped him as he pressed his body closer to yours. He dropped his hand to your hips again, pulling you so close you could feel him through his jeans. Sirens sounded in your brain. You were letting yourself fall down this hole again. You knew how hard it had been to climb out. You gently pulled out of the kiss, licking your lips and rubbing the tip of your nose on his. “I can’t,” you said, a tear escaping your eye. He pressed his forehead to yours, pulling his hand behind your head and caressing your soft hair. “Y/N.” There was no sound like that of your name on his lips. It was like music. You felt yourself shiver as you fought with everything you had not to melt into him. “I want more than you do. It’s too hard. It’s not your fault, it’s just how it is. This – hurts,” you said, a soft sob escaping. “I want it too.” You felt a sad smile cross your lips. “Not like I do Colin. I want all of you. Everything. I don’t want to share. I don’t want you to touch anyone else.” You gently ran your hands up his chest. “I don’t want you to kiss anyone else,” you said as you pressed your lips to his. “I don’t want you to find that special place on anyone else,” you said, pressing your lips to that place on his neck that drove him wild. He growled deep in his throat, encircling your waist with his arms. “Y/N,” he breathed. “It’s ok,” you said sadly. “I was lucky to have you while I did. Most people don’t get to feel what I felt with you.” You ran the backs of two fingers down his cheek, letting yourself dive into those eyes. Every inch of you felt warm. “What if –“ he started, then hesitated. “What if we start again. And I don’t fuck up this time.” You let out a low laugh. “You’d just be setting us up for failure. It’s ok Colin. I don’t –“ His fingers circled your wrists and he covered your lips with his. “It’s not ok. I hurt you.” He kissed you again, this time a little deeper. “It took me seeing you with someone else to really get it. I’ve missed you so much. But seeing you tonight – I just ache. Please tell me we can try again.” He smothered your mouth with his, sucking gently on your bottom lip. “Please Y/N.” You tried taking a breath but it caught in your throat, your heart beating wildly. You’d be a fool to do this again, put yourself out there for more. How did that saying go, insanity was doing the same thing over again and expecting a different result? “Colin –“ “I love you.” You blinked at him, certain you’d just imagined it. “What?” He smiled, that smile that could light up the entire city. He gently pushed a piece of hair behind your ear and let his fingers linger on your earlobe. “I,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “Love,” he said, pressing his lips to the apple of your cheek. “You,” he said, locking onto your eyes with his, then gently kissing your lips. “I love us.” You leaned into him, burying your face into the side of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m afraid.” He pulled you to him, stroking your hair, a hand at your lower back. “I know baby,” he said. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s ok. I’ve got you.” You let yourself melt into him more. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to let go. “What if – what if you get scared again? What if I’m not what you really want? What if you wake up one morning and look at me and realize I’m a mistake?” You felt his chest rumble with a little laugh. “Trust me baby, you’re my favorite mistake.” He pulled back and kissed you, and you let yourself melt into the love of your life.
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Colin couldn’t be happier. You and him were finally moving into your new apartment. You had been looking for months, finding it impossible to find a place near to where you worked and for a good price. So when this place popped up the pair of your couldn’t move quick enough.
He was also happy that this box was the final one, and that this apartment building had a working lift.
“Right that’s the last of it” Colin sighs putting the box down on the couch.
He frowned slightly when he didn’t hear you respond, expecting some form of celebration.
“Sweetheart?” Colin called out walking down the hall towards the bedroom.
Peering inside the bedroom he found you knelt down on the floor one of his boxes in front of you.
“You okay?” Colin asks walking into the room.
“How long have you had these?” You ask looking up at him holding up a pair of handcuffs.
“Oh um I dunno, years, my dad gave them to me when he tried to convince me to become a cop” Colin shrugs “I just chucked them in the closet and forgot about them”
“So you’ve never used them?” You ask grabbing the key from the box, standing up the hand cuffs dangling from your finger.
“No I haven’t” Colin says his brow arching when he noticed the look on your face.
A smirk growing on his face when he realised what you were thinking “do you want to use them” he asked.
“Yeah, but not on me” you say glancing up at him through your lashes, Colin frowning in confusion.
“I want to use them on you” you continue making Colin’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
For the first time in a while Colin felt flustered “oh um.. really are you sure?” He asks clearing his throat.
“Yes, please Colin, can we just try it?” You ask giving, jutting your lower lip out in the perfect pout.
“Okay fine, you know I’m up for anything” he agrees with a small shrug.
“You won’t regret this I promise” you smirk running your hands up and down his chest pushing him back towards the bed.
As soon as the back on his legs hit the bed he sat down, his hands resting on your hips as you stood between his thighs.
“I think we deserve a break from all this moving” you say slowly as you lift his tee up and over his head “especially you for carrying up all those boxes”
Colin just hummed in agreement, his hands squeezing your thighs as he pulled you closer. Smirking as you rested your hands on his shoulders leaning down to press a slow sensual kiss to his lips.
“Lay back on the bed rockstar” you say nodding your head in the direction of the headboard.
Colin nods scooting back onto the bed, laying down. He licked his lips as he watched you pull off the loose tee you wore, followed by the v-neck bralette underneath. The grin on his face grew as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his lips making his cock twitch.
You smirked down at his, grabbing his hands and lifting them above his head. As you leant forward to handcuff his wrists to the metal frame of the bed he couldn’t help himself, lifting his head his lips wrapping around your erect nipple.
You let out a quiet moan when he swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, shaking your head as you sat back up out of his reach “this is for you remember, not me” you remind him, running your hands over his bare, chiselled chest.
As your fingers traced over his abs you lifted yourself off of his hips, settling down besides him as you began tugging as the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Sweatpants that now had a very obvious tent in them. Hooking your fingers underneath the waistband you began pulling both his sweatpants and boxers down, Colin kicking them off as best as he could. Free of it’s confines, Colin’s member stood tall and proud, pre cum leaking from the swollen head.
Colin took a shuddering breath as you leant down, your eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint in them as you gently licked the beads of precum off his head.
“Fuck” Colin groaned dropping his head back against the pillow, his wrists straining against the handcuffs.
You smirked up at him swirling your tongue around the tip before taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Your tongue laying flat against the underside of him earning a long moan from him.
Colin was never quiet during sex but usually it was grunts of determination and curses as he worked you towards your orgasm. Always putting your needs first. But now that control was taken out of his hands in the best way possible, and all he could feel was pleasure that escaped through his moans as you deep throated him. Moans that only got louder when you started fondling his balls.
Despite the intense pleasure he was feeling he knew that he only wanted to finish in “sweetheart wait, stop” he panted.
You instantly stopped sitting up with a concerned look on your face “what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are they hurting?” You ask him.
A smile appeared on Colin’s face as you looked down at him in concern “sweetheart I’m perfect, I just wanna finish inside you” he grins.
The concerned look on your face melted away, replaced with a wide smile as you nodded. Colin watched, licking his lips as you pushed your shorts off, climbing up the bed.
You straddled his hips, leaning down as you cupped his cheeks “anything for you rockstar” you smile capturing his lips in yours.
Colin let out a long moan, forehead pressed against yours as you slowly sank down onto him. Blinking a couple of times as you sat up, your hands running down his chest as you began to rock your hips.
Colin loved it when you rode him, but usually he was able to grab your hips or reach up to play with your tits. But now all he could do was sit there and watch the show, memorised by the way your tits bounced, the look on your face as you got closer to your own high.
Colin could see that you were close, but holding yourself back wanting to him to find his end first. But Colin didn’t want that at all.
“Let go sweetheart, I wanna to see you come undone on my cock” he groaned.
You just nodded, your mouth hanging open, eyes shut as you picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock. Colin could feel your walls fluttering around him, so he continued to urge you on with words of encouragement. Soon enough he felt you hit your high, your walls clenching around him, a breathy gasp escaping your lips. Colin barely held on, waiting until you were just coming down when he let himself go, painting your walls with ropes of his cum.
The room went silent, the only noise being the sounds of heavy breathing from both you and Colin. Your hands rested against his chest, propping you’re up but Colin knew you just wanted to collapse.
“C’mon, c’mere” he smiled.
You nodded reaching over to the bedside table to grab the keys, unlocking from his confines. As soon as he was free, Colin wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you down onto his chest, his lips peppering kisses to your face.
“I love you sweetheart” he sighed smiling up at you.
“I love you too rockstar” you smile nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.
Colin smiled pressing a kiss to your temple as his hands ran up and down you back, knowing that he really hit the jackpot with you.
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You and Colin had been friends since you were kids, so now that you were adults and living together you had one rule and one rule only.
No sleeping together.
It was a good rule, and it was a rule that was working. Because there was no way that you could ruin the friendship you had.
It was a good rule right up until it stopped working. As soon as it stopped working it became the most infuriating and unfair rule ever.
You weren’t sure when or how it happened, but all of a sudden, your annoying best friend became the object of your desires. You no longer found it irritating when he’d walk into the kitchen in only his boxers, instead you’d choke on your coffee or have to actively tell yourself to stop staring and drooling.
The worst part was hearing Colin’s conquests. They used to be annoying, you’d grab your noise cancelling headphones and find something to distract yourself. Now though you found it impossible to not listen in, listen to the moans and cries of pleasure Colin pulled from his conquest. Wondering what it would be like if it was you trapped underneath him, your nails digging into his back as he pulled multiple orgasms from you.
The more you listen the more unbearable it got. Your core ached and cried out for friction. You hand dipping between your thighs in a desperate attempt to relieve yourself. You head buried in a pillow to muffle your moans.
It became like clockwork, as soon as you heard a new conquest walk through the door, you’d make your way into your room. Closing your eyes, letting your mind wander, picturing in intimate detail what Colin would do to you. Coaxing yourself to orgasm wishing it was Colin’s fingers instead of your own.
Before long Colin entered your dreams, making your situation far worse. Your fantasies becoming even more intense as you pictured Colin fucking you against ever surface in the apartment.
One night you woke for one particularly intense dream, your chest heaving as you caught your breath and came down from your high.
“Fuck” you mutter under your breath sitting up.
You quickly cleaned yourself up and climbed out of bed hoping to relief your dry mouth. Walking out of your bedroom you crossed the living to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water.
A gasp of surprise left your lips as you turned around to lean against the counter, spotting Colin stood leaning against the wall by your bedroom door. Even in the low light you could see the smirk on his lips.
“Co-Colin what are you doing up?” You ask trying to compose yourself.
A task that seemed impossible when he stood there in nothing but a tight pair of boxers. You had to mentally scold yourself and tell yourself to look at his face. Not his chiselled chest and the outline of his package though the boxes that made arousal flood your core.
“Was thirsty” he shrugs pushing himself off the wall, walking over to you “thought I’d grab a bottle of water” he continued opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle.
“But then I heard something interesting” he said after a moment, looking over at you.
“What- what did you hear?” You ask stuttering slightly as he turned to face you.
“You calling out my name” he said with a small smirk playing at his lips.
“Oh” you mutter unable to look anywhere else but him.
“At first I thought you were in trouble, you were pretty loud after all” he said taking a step closer, trapping you against the counter.
“But then I realised it was something completely different, that you needed a different kind of help” he continued his voice low as he looked down at you.
“Colin I-“ you start but he interrupts.
“Shush” he silences you “do you want the help or not?” He asks.
Your mind was completely blank, you were only vaguely aware of you nodding your head in agreement. Your body taking over and telling that voice in the back of your mind that this was a good idea. It was the best idea ever.
“Perfect” he grins, his hands cupping your cheeks, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.
You instantly moan, your hands gripping his biceps, your fingers running over his skin. Unable to decide if you wanted him to be wearing something so you had something to grip onto, or whether you were glad that you had unlimited access to his chest.
His hands roamed over your body, finding your hips and roughly pulling them against his. A gasp escaping your lips when you feel his hard erection press against you. Colin’s lips moved from yours, running over your jaw line and neck. A smirk appearing on his lips as you tilted your head back to give him better access.
His long dexterous fingers dipped underneath the sleep shorts you wore, his hand cupping your soaked core. A groan falling from his lips, his forehead pressing against your skin as his shook his head.
“Shit sweetheart is this all for me?” He muttered, his Bostonian drawl thick.
You breathed deeply, your hips rolling trying to feel the friction you craved. But Colin tutted moving his hand away, his head shaking.
“I need to know if this is all for me first” he tells you.
“Yes” you breath out “it’s all for you, all because of you”
Colin smirks running his finger over the cut of you making you gasp and buck your hips. He collected your slick running his fingers up and down your slit, finding your clit with ease, swirling his finger around the sensitive nub making you moan.
“Fuck I need to get in there” Colin groaned shaking his head.
You expected that he meant he’d fuck you right there, you didn’t expect him to lift you up onto the counter, rip down your shorts and bend down. You gripped onto the counter as he kissed up your thigh getting closer and closer to your core.
You hand flew to his hair, gripping onto the short strands as he licked on long stripe up your slit “fuck yes Colin”
You feel him smirk against you before completely delving in, eating you out like a man starved. You gasped and moaned as his tongue delved inside your channel. Electricity coursing through your body all heading straight to your core.
Before you knew it stars exploded in front of your eyes as your orgasm crashed over you, Colin not letting up the entire time, lapping up everything your gave him as you flooded his mouth with your arousal.
Eventually he pulled away coming to a stand, his hands cupping your cheeks as he crashed his lips against yours. You instantly responded kissing him back feverishly moaning as you tasted your own release on his lips.
“I need you Colin” you whine your hand gripping his shoulders.
“You have me sweetheart” Colin smirks pushing down his boxers.
You glance down, your eyes widening in shock when you saw his large cock. In all your dreams you couldn’t have pictured anything as impressive as the real thing. Instinctively you reached down to wrap your fingers around his member impressed by the girth, giving him a few pumps.
“Fuck sweetheart that feels so good” Colin mutters shaking his head, his hands finding the back of your knees wrapping your legs around his narrow hips.
You shuffle to the edge of the counter, guiding his cock to your entrance “this’ll feel better” you whisper glancing up at him through your lashes.
“Fuck” Colin groans kissing you deeply.
He swallows your moans as he slowly worked himself into you, inch by inch. His large cock stretching you walls in the best was possibly. Your nails digging into his back as he thrust into you.
“Shit, harder Colin” you panted hooking your legs around him more to keep him close.
“Careful what you wish for sweetheart” he smirked before he pounded into you making you cry his name.
You rolled your hips to meet his as he nipped at the sink on your neck, no doubt leaving marks.
“Is this everything you dreamed of sweetheart” Colin groaned, his voice reverberating against your skin “or is it better?”
“Better, so much better” you gasp throwing your head back as his lips found your pulse point.
“You don’t have to worry about touching yourself anymore, not when you have the real thing” Colin muttered shaking his head as he looked down at where your bodies joined.
You blinked a couple times, snapping to a semi-conscious state as his words sunk in. Your eyes find his and a silent conversation passes between the two of you, every feeling you had pouring out wordlessly. You just nodding cupping his cheek as you kissed him deeply, Colin responding with equal vigour. Every feeling even more intense now you both knew this wasn’t just a one time fuck.
“Fuck Colin I’m close” you moan pressing your forehead against his.
“Me too, let go I’ve got you” Colin groaned shaking his head.
He’d barely finished his sentence when you came hard, screaming out his name as you orgasm rocked your body. Shockwaves travelling through you before you turned limp in his arms. Colin followed soon after, painting your walls with his spend.
You slumped against him as he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers running up and down your back as you both panted, coming down from your highs.
When you finally caught your breath you sat up, your hands resting on the crook of his neck, thumbs gently running over his skin as you smiled lazily at him. He smiled back at you, reaching up his fingers grazing over your forehead as he pushed some hair back away from your face.
“So whaddya say? Round 2 in my room?” He asks with a smirk.
You laugh leaning in to kiss him gently “lets save that for round 3 and try the couch first” you smirk.
He groans shaking his head “fuck you’re gonna be trouble”
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A/N: This is my entry to @navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 and @drabblewithfrannybarnes Happy Hoelidays 2021 Challenge! This was so much fun and the prompts I used were: Colin Shea, Gift Giving Fail, “Let me help you get out of that ugly sweater”, Repaying a debt with sex, Sitting Next to a Fireplace and Kink(s) to taste! The full list of options will be at the bottom!
Summary: Colin works hard to make sure his gift to you was perfect, but not everything goes to plan....
Word Count: 6k because I have no chill
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY, Language, Praise kink, Fluff, tad bit of Angst.
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Colin had fucked up. Massively. He was determined not to screw up this year. Make sure you had the best Christmas ever, with the perfect present.
Everything had been going so well, he had organised for the two of you to celebrate Christmas in a cabin in New Hampshire. He’d found the perfect cabin that had amazing views, a beautiful fire place and would be already decorated for Christmas. It was like something out of Pinterest. Which he would know because you’d shown him many Pinterest pictures of similar cabins.
In hindsight everything was going too well. He should have guessed something was going to go wrong. He just couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been.
He knew how much you loved getting stuff from independent businesses. Going by the amount of Etsy packages that turned up at your apartment, anyone would guess that you fund the entire website. So for Christmas Colin started scouring the website to find something for you. He’d also remembered that you said you would love a new cable knit sweater. At first all the ones he found were insanely expensive so when he found a good one for a decent price he instantly brought it.
By doing that he made the biggest mistake possible when buying stuff online. Not checking the description nor the reviews. A fact he realised when he opened the box not finding a brand new cable knit sweater, just a whole bunch of yarn.
“What the fuck?” He muttered searching through the box hoping that somehow it was at the very bottom.
“Hey what you got there?” You ask walking in.
“Uh nothing, think something got delivered to the wrong apartment” Colin says quickly stuffing everything back in the box.
“Oh, guess that happens when its so close to Christmas, just hope its not someone’s present” you hum as you mill around the kitchen putting away the groceries you’d brought.
“Yeah sure that would be terrible, I’ll go see if its someone’s in the building” Colin say picking up the box and quickly leaving the apartment.
He runs down a couple flights of stairs before sitting down and setting the box down next to him. He pulls out his phone to try and work out what had gone wrong. He found the original item on the website and when he read the description he realised his mistake.
It was a make your own sweater, not an actual sweater.
“Oh I’ve fucked up” he mutter running his hand through his hair.
He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to work out what to do. Looking at the date he realised he had 7 days to sort something out. He couldn’t order something else because there was no way it would arrive in time now. He could go out shopping but the shops would be heaving so close to Christmas and he didn’t particularly want to fight some granny over a present.
He looked over at the box with a deep sigh before reaching in and pulling out the piece of paper that had the instructions on. It didn’t look too hard, maybe he could do it himself. People did say handmade gifts by those you love were the best gifts.
Heading back up to the apartment he snuck back in hiding the yarn so that he could find it later when you were out at work.
“Did you find who’s parcel it was?” You asked when he walked back out of the bedroom.
“What?” He asked confused.
“The parcel? You went to go see if you could find its owner?” You remind him frowning slightly as you looked up from the stove.
“Oh right, yeah, the parcel, it was um 1C’s” he says walking over to the kitchen to join you.
“Oofh you had to walk all the way down there?” You whistle shaking your head.
“Yup, but I saved their Christmas so I guess I’m a hero” Colin smirks over his shoulder as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
“They should make a movie about you” you smirk as Colin moves to stand behind you.
“Yeah, and get that guy who played Johnny Storm to play me” Colin smiles as he kisses your shoulder.
“Oh yeah he’s hot, but I don’t see the resemblance” you hum as Colin pokes you in the ribs making you laugh.
“I prefer you though” you smile looking over your shoulder and kissing him.
Colin smiles into the kiss, and you take advantage of his distracted state swiping the beer from his hands. He looks down at you in shock as you smirk up at him as you take a sip of his beer.
“You sneaky bastard” Colin mutters shaking his head before going and grabbing another beer.
After reading the instructions and watching a couple YouTube videos, Colin felt confident. He was certain that he’d be done in no time, it would be easy! It was not easy.
He couldn’t even get the goddamn thing started. He was getting so frustrated that he had to keep leaving it to cool down. Which didn’t help at all because he’d just look at the time and see how much closer it was until you got home.
Scared he’d lose track of time and you’d come home and catch him, he made his way up to the roof. He wasn’t sure it was actually a good idea though because it was freezing and soon he was shaking too much to even do anything.
“Fuck sake” he cursed dropping the pathetic attempt he made and running his hands through his hair.
“Oh sorry dear, Mr whiskers just wanted some fresh air” he heard someone say making him jump.
Colin looked over to see the old lady who lived on the 2nd floor who was holding her cat.
“Its okay just didn’t expect anyone else to be up here” Colin says giving her a small smile.
“Yes I had a feeling it was you who put the note up saying the roof was off limits” she hums as she places Mr whiskers on the ground.
“Sorry” Colin apologises dropping his head.
“Oh no its fine, nobody would come up here anyway, especially in temperatures like this, which begs the reason as to why you’re up here?” She asks moving to sit down next to him.
“I um… I’m trying to knit my girlfriend a sweater for Christmas” Colin explains scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh you don’t seem like the sort that knits” she comments raising her brows in surprise.
“I’m not” Colin chuckles “I messed up thinking I was ordering her a handmade sweater, but this arrived instead so I thought I’d try considering it’s too late to get anything good now” he explains holding up his knitting.
“Ah I see, if you like I could provide some help?” She offers.
“Really?” Colin asks in disbelief.
“Of course, show me what it is you’re trying to make” she says holding out her hand and Colin passes her the instructions.
“Ah yes this is probably too complex for a beginner like you” she says putting her glasses on so she could see it better.
Colin’s shoulders drop in disappointment. He was screwed, he was gonna have no present to give to you.
“But that’s fine why don’t you come down to my apartment tomorrow and I’ll show you a much easier design and help you get started” she offers passing the sheet of paper back to him.
“Really? Thank you so much” Colin thanks her shaking his head in disbelief that she was being so kind.
“It’s nothing, you and your girlfriend seem like a lovely couple” she smiles as she stands back up, picking Mr whiskers up from the floor.
“Thank you so much, I’m sorry I don’t know your name” Colin says standing up with her.
“Ethel” she smiles.
“Colin” Colin responds holding out his hand.
“Pleasure to officially meet you Colin, now head back inside before you get a cold” Ethel winks as she shakes his hand.
“Yes ma’am” Colin chuckles grabbing his stuff and heading towards the door with Ethel, holding it open for her.
When he got back to the apartment he could hear you in the shower so quickly hid his knitting before relaxing on the bed. He heard the shower turn off and a few moments later you appeared wrapped up in a towel.
“Oh hey, didn’t hear you come in” you say when you notice him.
“Only just got in” he smiled watching as you move around grabbing comfy clothes to change into.
“Where’ve you been? I wasn’t expecting to come home to an empty apartment” you say as you get changed.
“Oh I was with the band, we wanted to get some more practice in before Christmas” Colin says, he didn’t enjoy lying to you but at least it was for a good reason.
You glance over your shoulder at him with a confused expression on your face “oh okay, well um I’m just gonna make dinner” you say before quickly heading out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.
The next day you were out of the apartment to go visit some friends so Colin headed down to Ethel’s apartment. The door opened soon after he knocked and a couple cats came dashing out.
“Oh gosh sorry dear, Mr Whiskers, Fluffy get back here” Ethel sighs calling back her cats who were rubbing up against Colin’s legs.
“Its okay” Colin chuckles picking the both of them up and stepping inside.
“They shouldn’t get in the way too much, would you like a cup of tea? I have a pot stewing” Ethel says grabbing a tray with a tea pot on.
“Yeah sure thank you” Colin says placing the cats back down before sitting down on the couch only for Mr Whiskers to jump straight onto his lap.
“Where’s your lovely girlfriend today then?” Ethel asks as she puts down the tray and starts pouring out the tea.
“Seeing some friends before it gets too hectic, which is good because it meant I didn’t have to think of some excuse as to why I wasn’t home and I don’t like lying to her” Colin explains as she passing him his tea.
“That’s very good of you, she’ll understand though what you’re doing for her is very sweet and thoughtful” Ethel smiles over at him.
“Well let’s just see how this thing turns out first” Colin chuckles putting down his cup.
“Yes, let me just grab my yarn and I’ll explain it all” Ethel says standing up and grabbing her box of supplies.
As she sits down she shoos the cats away including Mr Whiskers who was curled up on Colin’s lap. She then started talking Colin through how to start, getting the first row done for him. She then let him carry on talking him through all the different steps.
She was a really good teacher, every time Colin didn’t understand something she would go back and find a different way to explain it. She was also really good company with some hilarious stories. The cats were also very cute, even if they did get in the way, Fluffy at one point was stood on Colin’s shoulder rubbing her face against his hair.
After a few hours of tutoring Colin felt much more confident that he could actually pull this off. Especially when Ethel explained the new much easier design and how to sew all the pieces together.
“You’ll be a professional knitter by the end of the week” Ethel smiled as Colin packed up.
“Thank you so much you’re a life saver” Colin smiles as he stands up.
“It’s nothing, she’s gonna love it and here are all the instructions written down for you, if you need any more help you know where to find me” Ethel smiles passing him an envelope with his name on in old fashion cursive writing.
“Thanks again, have a Merry Christmas” Colin says stuffing the envelope in his coat pocket before heading towards her door.
“You too dear” Ethel calls out as he steps out of the apartment.
He smiles to himself before jogging back up the stairs. He’d gotten to the 4th floor when he ran into you.
“Colin, I didn’t realise you were out?” You say when you spot him.
“Yeah just popped to the corner store to pick up some stuff” Colin says pointing over his shoulder.
“Did you have fun with your friends?” He asks stepping forward to wrap his arm around you and kiss your temple.
As he pulls you close he sees you wrinkle your nose as you glance up at him “you smell different” you comment taking another sniff.
“Do I?” He says sniffing his coat realising that he smelt of Ethel’s apartment.
“Oh yeah while I was at the store the guy behind the register was trying to sell this aftershave and sprayed it on me” Colin says thinking on his feet.
“Oh okay, its not bad just kinda smells like my Grandma” you say shrugging your shoulders.
“I’ll go return the bottle then” Colin smirks turning around making you laugh.
“C’mon I’ll sort dinner tonight” he smiles walking the rest of the way up with you.
“Does that mean take out?” You ask raising a brow as you reach your floor and unlock your door.
“Depends do you want take out?” Colin asks shrugging off his coat and dumping in on the back of the couch.
“We should probably try and save some money, and get through the food in the fridge before we go away” you say hanging up your coat.
“Sorted, I’ll cook us something then, I’m thinking Mexican?” Colin asks opening the fridge.
“Sounds good to me” you agree picking up his coat from the couch to go hang it up.
“Why is your coat covered in cat hair?” You comment as you hang it up.
“Oh there was a cat chilling in the middle of the road outside of the store so I picked it up and moved it” Colin says quickly hoping the lie was believable.
“You’re really leaning into this whole hero thing aren’t you?” You smirk walking back towards him.
“No need to lean if you already are one” Colin grins making you laugh shaking his head at him.
“Alright Captain America” you scoff sitting down on the couch to relax.
Colin took every opportunity to continue working on your sweater. He’d been knitting whenever you were out of the house, or say he was meeting the band whenever you were in. Popping down to see Ethel if he ran into a problem. It was slow progress but it was progress. If he could keep it up he would get it done just in the knick of time.
It was the day before Christmas eve and he was in high spirits because he was so close to finishing. He sauntered into the apartment whistling to himself.
“Someone’s in a good mood” you call out from the bedroom.
Colin smiles rounding the corner spotting you packing for the trip to New Hampshire.
“Just in the holiday spirit baby, looking forward to relaxing by the fire, making s’mores” He grins walking over and kissing your shoulder as he passed by.
“I bumped into Eliot today” you say keeping your eyes focused on the task of packing.
“Oh really?” Colin asks as sits down on the bed, reclining against the head board.
“Yeah, I asked him how band practice was going” you continue still not looking up.
Colin just hummed hoping Eliot had just played along and he hadn’t dropped him in it.
“Yeah he said you guys haven’t practiced in nearly two weeks” you state finally looking over at him, an unimpressed look on your face.
“Sweetheart-“ Colin starts sitting up.
“Don’t sweetheart me Colin, what on earth is going on with you! You’re barely around at the moment, you’ve been lying about seeing the band, you’re coming home smelling different, you’re covered in cat hair! Which unless there’s a fucking cat hidden somewhere in the apartment means you must be meeting someone! Because you can’t keep running into cats on the streets!” You rant beginning to pace back and forth running your hands through your hair.
“I’m not seeing anyone” Colin says standing up from the bed.
“Really? Then why did this fall out of your coat pocket?” You demand opening your bedside drawer and pulling out the envelope Ethel had given him.
“Have you opened it?” Colin asks panicking that you’d discovered what your present was.
“No, I still respect your privacy, but seriously Colin? You know when I started dating you so many people warned me about you, but I didn’t listen because I never thought the Colin I knew could be so… so cruel but maybe I was wrong” you sigh shaking your head moving away out of the bedroom.
“Y/N, sweetheart stop” Colin says rushing after you, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving.
“It’s not what it looks like I promise” he says turning you around to face him.
“Then what is it Colin? Because it doesn’t look good whatever it is” you sigh shaking your head.
“I- I can’t tell you” he says unable to think of something that wouldn’t ruin the surprise.
You just scoff shaking your head pulling your arm free and turning away. You shake your head grabbing your coat. You almost get out the door but Colin gets there just in time, shutting it and holding it closed with his hand.
“I’ve been with the lady who lives in 2B” he says quickly.
“God I didn’t actually think you could stoop so low” you mutter going to open the door again but Colin shuts it again.
“The old lady, Ethel” Colin says correcting himself.
“What?” You asked confused.
“I’ve been helping her out around the apartment, she hurt her hip so can’t do too much” Colin explains thinking as quickly as possible.
You look up at him unconvinced but don’t say anything or make a move to leave.
“Its why I’ve smelt like your grandma, and been covered in cat hair because of her cats Mr Whiskers and Fluffy” Colin explains and you arch a brow at him.
“Mr Whiskers?” You question.
“Yes personally I would have gone for Garfunkel but hey” Colin says noticing the small smile fighting its way onto your face.
“But why couldn’t you tell me?” You ask with a sigh.
“Because its kinda my fault she hurt her hip, she takes Mr Whiskers onto the roof occasionally and I had no clue so just ran up there not expecting anyone and ran into her knocking her over” Colin explains tentatively putting a hand on your arm.
“You’ve been working so much and getting ready for the trip so I didn’t wanna stress you out thinking you needed to help her out too, and the envelope is just a small bit of cash to say thanks which I was gonna use while we were away for a sleigh ride or something” Colin continues watching as you let out a deep sigh.
“God I’m awful” you mutter hiding your face behind your hands.
“No you’re not, I was acting sketchy” Colin says wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace.
“But I blew everything out of proportion, acted like the jealous, possessive girlfriend when you were just being super kind and considerate to a little old lady, and I said horrible things to you for no reason at all” you sigh burying your head in his chest.
“Its okay, I completely understand, I would have warned you about me too” he says making you chuckle weakly.
“I’m still sorry” you sigh looking up at him.
“You have nothing to apologise for, the only one who should be apologising is me for being a crappy boyfriend and lying about where I was, but look I promise I will make it up to you, whatever you want, and some mind-blowing sex” Colin smirks making you laugh.
“I can’t argue with that, now c’mon we need to finish packing so we can leave in the morning” You say taking his hand in yours.
“You don’t want mind blowing sex now?” He asks raising a brow.
“No not right now, save it for the cabin” you smirk making a grin appear on his face.
The two of you arrived at the cabin mid morning and after dumping your bags you both went out to ski down the slopes. By the end of the day the both of you were exhausted both turning in after relaxing by the fire.
Colin however didn’t fall asleep because he had to finish your sweater. It was nearly done he just had to stitch everything together. He slipped carefully out of bed making sure not to wake you, grabbed the pieces from the bottom of his suitcase before making his way back into the living room.
He sat down by the fire not wanting to turn the lights on in case it woke you and laid out all the different pieces before grabbing the needle and yarn. It took a couple attempts and a few accidental finger stabbings but eventually he got it threaded and he started sewing.
Once he was done he held it up to make sure everything was attached and suddenly he realised something wasn’t right. Holding it closer to the light he realised none of the pieces were equal. One arm was longer than the other, the neck hole was skewed to the right and the front was longer than the back.
“Oh fuck” he muttered.
He quickly checked his sewing making sure that wasn’t the problem before resigning to the fact that he hadn’t made each part identical. Pinching the bridge of his nose he realised how screwed he was. He had no good present to give you, only this monstrosity of a sweater.
He sighed folding it up so that it looked relatively normal before beginning to wrap it up. Deciding to give it to you and apologises profusely and promise to buy you something better once they were back in Boston.
He placed the present under the tree before heading back to bed utterly defeated. As he climbed back into bed you stirred rolling over to face him, wrapping your arm around his waist.
“Where’d you go?” You mumble half asleep.
“Just getting a glass of water” he says quietly as he wraps his arm around you.
“M’kay” you yawn falling back asleep.
Colin let out a small sigh kissing the top of your head gently. He stared up at the ceiling hoping that despite his fuck up of a present it would still be the perfect Christmas for you.
It was a slow start to the day, neither of you needing to rush to get up. You took the entire day at your own pace. You spent some time outside in the snow making snowmen which quickly dissolved into a snowball fight.
Once back inside you got into comfy clothes sat in front of the fire to warm back up. Colin was trying to put off the gift exchange as long as possible, not that it would change the fact his gift was terrible. Eventually he couldn’t put it off any longer.
“Shall we exchanged gifts now?” You ask setting your mug of hot chocolate down to the side.
“Yeah sure let me grab them” Colin say with a small side standing.
He grabs the presents from under the tree, noticing how your gift to him was wrapped much better and 100 times nicer. He really wasn’t gonna win this. He moved back to rug the two of you were sat in front of the fire, sitting down and putting the gifts in the space between you.
“Open yours first” you say excitedly as you pass him his present.
“Okay” Colin chuckles as he starts to unwrap the gift.
His jaw dropped when he saw what was inside. You had gotten him a vinyl record of Natural High by the Commodores, something he’d been trying to find for ages now.
“Y/N how did you get this?” Colin asks shaking his head in surprise.
“My cousin has a bunch of records she brought but never played from back in the 70s and she was selling them” you explain smiling over at him.
“Wait this is a first pressing?” Colin asks in surprise flipping the record over so he could read the information.
“Yep, still in its original wrapping, it never even touched a record player” you say proud at how well the present was going down.
“This is incredible, thank you so so much” Colin mutters shaking his head in disbelief.
“And she said she’d hold off selling the rest until you’ve had a look through so you get first picks” you add making the smile on his face grow even wider.
“You’re incredible you know that right?” Colin says with a lopsided grin, amazed at how he landed someone as incredible as you.
“You mention it occasionally” you smirk making him laugh.
“I should tell you more often then” Colin chuckles leaning over so he could kiss you.
Colin carefully places his new record to the side before looking down at the present he had yet to give to you. He sighed slightly feeling a hundred times worse since you had gotten him a gift so amazing and his was garbage.
“Look I’m going to apologise now because this is nowhere near as good as your present and I promise as soon as we’re back in Boston I’ll get you something a hundred times better” Colin apologises as he passes you the poorly wrapped present.
“I’m sure its amazing Colin” you reassure him.
“Don’t hold your breath” he warns making you chuckle as you start to unwrap the gift.
Colin watches nervously as you unwrap the sweater. You smiled when you saw it, it did look okay when it was all folded up but as soon as you lifted it up you looked slightly confused at its mix-matched shape.
“I’m sorry, I tried to buy you a homemade sweater from Etsy and accidentally brought one you had to make yourself, so I tried my hardest and Ethel was helping but it still turned out terrible and-“ Colin says rambling as he tried to explain it all.
“Wait you made this?” You ask interrupting him.
“Yeah, its why I was visiting Ethel, she wasn’t hurt she was helping me with this, but it still ended up being a car crash” Colin explains with a sigh.
“Oh Colin this is so sweet, I love it” you smile warmly over at him.
“You don’t have to lie, its okay I-“ Colin says not believing you.
“I’m not lying its amazing, I can’t believe how thoughtful it is” you smile interrupting him.
“Look its not as bad as you think” you say sliding the sweater on, Colin watching you sceptically.
“See I can tuck this in here, and we can fold the sleeves to make cuffs” you say tucking the front of sweater in your sweatpants, and folding up the long sleeves.
“Colin I love it, it my favourite sweater because it was made by the man I love” you say reaching out to take his hand.
“I’m still gonna make up for it with a better gift once we’re back in Boston” Colin says making you chuckle.
“Well if my memory serves me right, you promised me some mind blowing sex to make up for being all secretive, so instead of getting me another gift, why don’t you just fulfil that promise?” You smirk making a lopsided grin grow on Colin’s face.
“Fuck I love you” he grins pulling you so you were sat on his lap, and kissing you deeply.
Your hands move to cup his cheek, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Colin’s hands moving to your back, one travelling south to rest on your ass pulling you close. You smirk into the kiss when you roll your hips feeling his growing erection, earning a low groan from him.
“Let me help you get out of this ugly sweater” Colin smirks grabbing the bottom of the sweater.
As he lifted it up he also pulled up the long sleeve shirt you were wearing. His mouth going dry when he saw what you were wearing underneath. You had on a red lacy bralette that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. You smirked when you saw his surprised reaction.
“Oh yeah, I forgot… I’m your other present” you smirk before leaning in and kissing him.
Your lips travel from his down his jawline and neck pausing just below his ear.
“And I left the panties back in Boston” you whisper in his ear.
“Fuck” Colin groans crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
He then surprises you by throwing you back onto the rug, making you squeal in surprise. He sits back on his ankles as pulled at your sweatpants, licking his lips when he saw that you had in fact were wearing nothing underneath. He poorly concealed a moan when he saw your glistening core, dripping with anticipation.
You were just about push yourself up onto your elbows to make a quippy comment about him taking a picture so it would last longer, but you didn’t get a chance as his fingers traced your slit. You let out a breathy gasp, your back arching as runs his fingers up and down your slit collecting you slick.
“Co-colin” you gasp as his fingertips brush over your clit.
“So wet already sweetheart, your panties would be ruined if you were wearing them” Colin mutters.
You bit your lip, humming in agreement, nodding your head. Your breath hitches when you feel his fingertip press against your entrance. Your hips involuntarily rolling desperate for friction, for anything. Whining when Colin removes his hand.
“So desperate aren’t you?” Colin smirks.
“Please- Colin” you beg.
“What is it sweetheart, tell me what you want?” Colin says.
“Do you want this?” He asks running his fingers over you slit.
“Fuck- yes” you moan throwing your head back.
“Have you been a good girl this year?” Colin asks moving his fingers teasingly slow.
“Yes” you breath.
“Good, now I want you to be a good girl now and only cum when I tell you” Colin tells you and you nod your head in agreement despite not knowing how much more of this you could take.
“Good girl” Colin smiles, the praise making heat shoot to your core.
You let out an obscene moan when he finally presses his fingers up into your channel, scissoring you open. Your back arches and you keen as he pumps his fingers in and out. You gasp when his fingers brush over your g-spot.
“Fuck yes right there” you moan your eyes fluttering shut.
Hearing this Colin ignores your pleas, only occasionally brushing his fingers over the desired spot. Frustratingly so to the point where you knew he was doing it on purpose. As you felt yourself grow closer and closer to your peak, heat coursed through your body and it had nothing to do with the fire burning besides you.
“Co-colin I’m cl-close” you gasp struggling to form words.
“Not yet sweetheart” Colin reminds you making you whine pathetically.
You did all you could to hold yourself back. The pressure building to an almost painful level. It only getting more intense when started rubbing your clit in time with his fingers. Your walls started fluttering around him but you desperately held off until he gave you the signal.
“Do you think you’ve been a good enough girl?” Colin asks.
All you could do was nod your head furiously, biting on your lips to hold yourself back.
“Use those words sweetheart” Colin presses.
“Yes- Yes please” you gasp.
There was silence for a moment and you start to think that Colin wasn’t going to let you. A desperate whine escaping your lips.
“Let go sweetheart” Colin says eventually.
As soon as the word left his lips the dam broke and waves of pleasure crashed over your body. You were so lost in the sensation if your orgasm that you barely noticed Colin lick his fingers before attacking your core, lapping up everything you gave him. You had barely come down from the first orgasm when the second hit, your thighs clenching around his head.
You were so blissed out that you were unaware of Colin moving to hover over you until his lips found yours. You hand flies to cup his cheek keeping his lips on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth allowing you to taste yourself.
Once you had better control over your limbs your hands found the bottom of the top he wore, pulling it up and over his head. Your fingers ran over his chest, feeling his defined muscles, feeling them tense under your touch. His hands joined yours when they reached the waistband of the sweatpants he wore. Pushing them and his boxers off in one go.
Your hand finds his member, your fingers wrapping around it, smearing the beads of precum. Colin groans into the kiss before pressing his forehead against you.
“Shit, I love you” he moans shaking his head.
“I love you too” you sigh cupping his cheek bringing his lips back down to yours.
Colin lines himself up before slowing pressing into you, leaving the both of you moaning. Once fully seated inside you Colin pauses, the both of you savouring the moment. After a moment Colin begins to slowly thrust into you drawing low moans from your lips.
As he picked up the pace you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. You also hook your ankles around his hips so he couldn’t stray. In turn he wrapped his arms around you lifting you from the floor into a sitting position. Your lips find his once more as he thrusts up into you, your hips bouncing to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck- I’m close” Colin groans.
“Me too” you moan.
Colin’s lips move to your neck focussing on the spots he knew drove you wild. Holding on long enough to watch you throw your head back and gasp his name as your third orgasm crashed over you. Your walls clenching him around him helping him find his own end, painting them with his spend.
He holds onto you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck, both of your chests heaving as you came down from your highs. Colin started pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder stopping when you lifted your head to look at him. He smiled warmly when he saw your hooded eyes and blessed out expression. He gently brushes your hair out of your face and behind your ears before cupping your lips and guiding them to his for a gentle kiss.
“I love you so much” he whispered as you moved to rest your head on his shoulder.
“I love you more” you sigh fingers gentle running over his collarbone.
“Not possible” Colin smirks making your chuckle.
“Tired?” He asks when he sees you fight to keep your eyes open.
You hum nodding your head gently, a small yawn escaping your lips.
“Rest up sweetheart, I’ve got you” Colin whispers, his hand running up and down your back.
“M’kay” you yawn burying your head further into his shoulder.
Colin smiles down at you, watching as you slowly fall asleep in his arm. Unable to comprehend how amazing you were and just how much he loved you. In that moment he decided that when he got back to Boston he would still buy you something, except this time it would be a ring.
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