Please can I request a Colin Zabel smut where he loses his virginity with fem reader and he's all like clumsy and bashful, yet a sweetheart? Thank u <3
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
⌕ summary: colin wants you so bad, but he’s also a 30 year old virgin and really has no fucking clue how to let you know he’s ready to change that
⌕ warnings: SMUT!!! loss of virginity, oral (male receiving), piv
⌕ notes: of course, honey !! i’m not great at writing colin, despite how much i adore him, but i really hope you enjoy 💗
there’s a light tap at the door of your apartment, which had been unlocked in expectancy of your boyfriend’s arrival. the door creaks open, colin’s head peeking through, bright smile on his face. “hi,” he greets simply, stepping inside and gently shutting the door behind himself, turning the lock. “you should keep that door locked, you wouldn’t believe how many people’s homes get broken into just because they forget to lock their door.”
you roll your eyes lightheartedly at the comment, standing up from your leather couch to wrap your arms around colin’s neck, bringing him down into a quick kiss. “it’s only been unlocked for, like, five minutes,” you defend, grinning up at him. he rolls his eyes back, pecking your lips once more. “i have a key, y/n, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked for me,” he sighs, moving his lips to your shoulder.
“bad day?” you ask, picking up on the slight slip of exhaustion in his voice. he shakes his head, rubbing your back. “not bad, just long. missed you,” he hums. you nod, playing with the hair of the nape of his neck. “can i make you feel better?” you ask, really having no ulterior motive than to feed the boy and let him take a nap in your bed, but he perks up immediately, looking a little shocked.
“uh, i don’t.. what did you have in mind?” he fumbles, biting the inside of his cheek. you shrug, turning to look at your small kitchen. “i mean, i made some pasta for lunch, i can heat that up, or i can make you a sandwich or something?” you suggest, his tense shoulders relaxing again. “you don’t have to make me a sandwich, the pasta is fine.” he says, though there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“i’ll make you the sandwich if you really want it,” you insist, not understanding the sudden mood shift. “no, that’s not what… i just thought you meant something else,” he shakes his head, eyes shut. “about the pasta?” you raise an eyebrow. “no, not about the- what? that doesn’t even make sense, no. about the taking care of me thing,” he answers, furrowing his eyebrows.
“do you wanna go lay down? or use my shower? i still have some of your man soap, the one that smells like masculinity and forests or whatever,” you offer, joking lightly about his stupid ‘pine’ soap. “no, that’s okay,” he declines, offering an awkward smile and a pat to the arm. “then what do you want, baby?”
god, he did not want to answer that.
“i thought that you wanted to… you know, have sex? jesus, don’t even say anything, i’m sorry,” a rambles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “is that what you want?” you ask, ignoring his request for you to completely forget about what he just said. “no, no. well, yeah, but we can’t.” he groans internally, confusing himself. “i don’t care that you’re a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about, colin.”
he hesitates, looking up at the ugly, cream colored ceiling or your apartment. “i just don’t want it to be bad. for you.” you almost laugh at his worry. “honey, it’s not gonna be bad. i want to if you want to,” you reassure, giving him an honest smile. he looks down at you, pursing his lips. “are you sure? we don’t have to tonight. we don’t even have to. ever.” you roll your eyes, grabbing his arm and tugging, trying to lead him to your room. “it’s gonna happen at some point, colin. c’mon, stop worrying,” you say, trying to bring him out of that nervous shell.
he relaxes a bit at your unseriousness, deciding that he really wanted this now. as he sits at the edge of your neatly made bed, you stand between his legs, leaning down to kiss him, both hands cupping his cheeks. he returns the kiss immediately, his hands finding home on your hips. his tongue meets yours, almost testing the waters. you had made out before, but it felt different now that it was leading to something way bigger than simple kissing.
he can already feel himself growing stiff at the thought of just having you. he tugs at the hem of your shirt, silently asking you to remove the stupid thing, and as soon as you gave him the okay, he lifts it, attempting to pull it over your head. as it gets caught, he laughs, giving a quick “sorry” and allowing you to do it instead. as soon as it’s off, your lips are reconnected.
“is this okay?” he asks, his hands sliding up your sides, resting right under the band of your bra. “yeah,” you breath out, bringing your lips to his jaw. his hands hesitantly hover over your tits, finally squeezing them after what felt like forever. he trails his hands back down your body, messing with the button of your jeans, eyebrows furrowed. at his struggle, you gently push his hands away, moving onto your knees, undoing his jeans.
“hey, tell me to stop if you change your mind, okay?” he nods in response, watching with big eyes as you slide his jeans down his legs. the thick outline of his cock stretched his boxers, begging to be freed from its confines. he felt the urge to laugh in the moment as a nervous reaction, but he held back, watching intently as you pulled down the waistband of his underwear, his dick standing against his stomach. “you don’t have to do that if- shit, if you don’t want to,” he reassures, interrupted halfway by your hand squeezing gently around his length.
“i want to, for you,” you say, stroking him a few times before bringing him into you mouth, squeezing your lips around his burning tip. he huffs, hand immediately finding its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful. you slowly go down on his dick, hollowing out your cheeks and he does everything in his power to not just shove your head all the way down. you begin to bob your head at a steady rhythm, colin’s free hand gripping your bedspread. only after a minute, his cock twitches, warning you of his release.
“oh god, i’m sorry, baby, i’m gonna cum,” he moans, trying to push your face away, but you keep up with your motions, colin ultimately spilling down your throat, a tiny bit of the white liquid dribbling down your chin. you release him from your lips, swallowing his mess and wiping the rest with the back of your hand. “hey, that’s fine, it’s fine,” you say, crawling up onto the bed. “c’mere,” you says, opening your arms to him.
he practically pounces on you, his tongue down your throat as soon as he could get it past your lips. the bitter taste of his release makes him scrunch his nose, but he doesn’t break the kiss, only moving to unclasp your bra. “damn, how do you do this,” he huffs, letting out a bit of a laugh at his unsuccessful attempt, you giggling along with him, and instead just pulling it over your head, freeing your tits.
“god, you’re so pretty,” he groans, cupping your breasts, already hard again. “colin, fuck me,” you say, your bluntness catching him by surprise, though he doesn’t waste any time, finally getting that button undone and sliding your jeans to your ankles, allowing you to kick them the rest of the way off. upon noticing the wetness already ruining your panties, he groans, leaning forward to place sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your neck.
he pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the side, fully discarding his boxers as well before hooking a finger into the side of your underwear, gently tugging them down your thighs. “i could die right now, you’re so beautiful,” he praises, dragging a finger through your slick. you whine at the sudden contact with your pussy, tossing your head back into your mattress. he straddles you, one leg on each side of your body, pumping himself a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance.
“promise me that you want this and that this is okay,” he says, bringing a hand to your cheek. “i promise, colin, please, i need it,” you beg, putting your own hand over his. he guides his tip in between your folds, pushing in slightly, already moaning at the tight sensation. he has to hold himself up for a minute before he pushes himself all the way in, cock buried deep in your cunt.
he was almost overwhelmed at the feeling, burying his face in the crook of your neck. it’s not long, though, before he’s moving, slow thrusts, in and out, in and out. he’d never experienced something so heavenly. “oh my god, y/n, you- fuckkk,” he groans, picking up his speed. you let out another whine, hand over your face, tits bouncing with each thrust. as he began to speed up even more, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “colin, you’re doing so good, baby, go ahead, you can cum,” you say, biting the pinkish flesh of your lip.
the heat of his cum fills you up, his cock twitching. colin nearly collapsing on top of you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “you felt so good, so good, just for me, y/n. i love you so much,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your bare shoulder. “i love you too,” you breathe, kissing his temple. “did you cum?” he asks. “don’t worry about me,” you say, massaging his scalp with your finger tips. “i wanted you to. i want you to,” he continues, kissing up your neck. “really, don’t worry about me.”
“you’re so good to me.”
“yeah, i know.”
sorry that it isn’t super in depth i’m so tired but i like this one it’s so silly
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𓏲 ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ #⠀ 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈-𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𖥦 ei , aquele ali é o jacob elordi ? não , é só 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 [ 𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑧 . ] , um personagem canon de briar u . ouvi dizer que ele tem vinte e três anos , mora em aspen cove há um ano e é estudante de programação na peninsula college , além de bartender no dirty joe's . ele não tem suas memórias , o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco cauteloso e fechado sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade .
𓏲ㅤㅤ𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞ㅤ› ㅤ*
colin fitzgerald , mais conhecido como fitz , é um estudante de programação na peninsula college , atualmente no último ano de sua graduação . seu grande objetivo é se tornar um desenvolvedor de jogos de vídeo game , vislumbrando um futuro na indústria que tanto admira . para financiar seus estudos e se sustentar , fitz trabalha como bartender no dirty joe's , um bar local bastante frequentado pelos universitários . além disso , aproveita suas habilidades técnicas realizando trabalhos relacionados à computação , como a formatação de computadores e outras funções técnicas . esses trabalhos temporários não apenas ajudam a complementar sua renda , mas também lhe proporcionam experiência prática e conhecimento valioso no campo da tecnologia , que ele espera aplicar em sua carreira futura . também possui um lado artístico admirável ; ele descobriu um talento natural para o desenho , um hobby que ele abraçou fervorosamente , mesmo que não possa explicar sua origem . para fitz , desenhar é uma forma de expressar seus pensamentos mais profundos e complexos em uma folha branca , uma maneira de traduzir sua visão de mundo em formas e cores tangíveis .
𓏲ㅤㅤ𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬ㅤ› ㅤ*
as memórias de fitz são impulsionadas pelo divórcio tumultuado de seus pais . embora cada um de deles demonstrasse um amor genuíno por colin , esse sentimento muitas vezes se transformava em uma batalha sutil , mas implacável , pela sua atenção . era como se ele fosse o prêmio de um jogo que eles insistiam em jogar , usando estratégias sorrateiras para tentar ganhar seu afeto e lealdade . fitz se encontrava no meio desse conflito silencioso , do qual ele sequer pediu para fazer parte . cada interação com seus pais era uma dança delicada entre escolher um lado ou arriscar provocar a ira de ambos , sufocando-o com um senso de culpa e indecisão . eventualmente , para escapar das armadilhas emocionais de seus genitores , fitz escolheu se afastar e se estabelecer em aspen cove . pelo menos é isso que ele tenta se convencer que é verdade . as sombras do divórcio de seus pais lançaram um manto de desconfiança sobre ele , temendo repetir os padrões disfuncionais de relacionamento que observou dentro de casa . mesmo enquanto anseia por laços significativos e afeto genuíno , fitz se vê preso em um ciclo de autodefesa , mantendo os outros à distância para evitar o risco de ser magoado novamente .
@aspenintro
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