#Colton Parayko smut

[leafs-lover]

Who should I write about? Central Battle

I've had this idea in my head for weeks now, and I just can't get it out of my head, so I'm going to write it :)

That said, I am wildly impartial to who the player is and have decided to leave that up to you! There are some requirements for the player in order to make the story work, so unfortunately some players are not eligible for this.

This story is more smut than anything else, so the player isn't all that important to me. To make it easier to navigate, I am splitting the polls into each division, these polls will last one week. I will be taking the top 8 overall and making a poll with them. The winner of that poll is who I'll write about.

Pacific Poll // Metro Poll // Atlantic Poll

Quick fic summary:

Reader insert. Reader and player grew up together but an unlikely friendship (he was a jock and she was a socially awkward band member)

Smut, smut, and even more smut! (I may mix in a sliver of plot, but its basically all smut)

Not a friends to lover trope

Player will be readers teacher, coaching her on everything in the bedroom 🥵

Could have multiple parts but they will all be stand-alone pieces. May also be months between them (I long ago gave up the idea of committing to writing schedules)

Don’t forget to reblog!

[senditcolton]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

saw @hauntedppgpaints do this and i really liked it and wanted to do it so here i am! adjusted a few of the questions to general fic writing instead of specific to AO3.

How many works do you have published? ≈ 44 [I just looked at my folder of word documents but that doesn't include some chaptered WIPs and my blurbs]

What's your total fic word count? ≈ 322,792 words

What fandoms do you write for? Right now, it's just hockey RPF. I have read plenty of fics in other fandoms though.

Top 5 fics by notes "It's Just a Question" (Jack Hughes / 518 notes) "Open Invitation" part 1 (Anthony Beauvillier & Mat Barzal / 496 notes) "peace" (Matthew Tkachuk / 414 notes) "Monsters" (Pierre-Luc Dubios / 395 notes) "just what i want to hear..." (Tyler Seguin / 358 notes)

Do you respond to comments? I don't but I really should. But trust me, all of them mean the world to me. I have a word document of every comment I've gotten on a fic.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? It's probably "Taste of the Truth", chapter 3 in the "we're a bad idea" series (Matt Martin)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I'm going to go with "My Love, My Life" (Colton Parayko)

Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, and hopefully never.

Do you write smut? Yeah. I would say at least half of my published fics are smut.

Craziest crossover? Haven't done any crossovers but I have a few wild alternate universe fics planned.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but that would be so cool! [with proper credit of course]

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet, but me and @comphy-and-cozy have talked about it

All-time favorite ship? I can't choose one overall, but in the world of hockeyblr... Kreidbanejad.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Right now... all of them. But, realistically it's one of my AU/OC fics.

What are your writing strengths? I think my figurative language is really strong.

What are your writing weaknesses? Going overboard with world-building. Sometimes I forget that I actually need to write the fic, not just daydream about it.

Thought on dialogue in another language? I love it but am hesitant to use it because I don't speak any other languages which means I mainly rely on Google Translate which isn't the greatest.

First fandom you wrote in? This one actually! Like I said before, I've read for a lot of different fandoms but didn't write until now.

Favorite fic you've ever written? It has to be one of the fic exchange fics I've written. I feel like I write my best works for other people [which is a good thing, I suppose] "Always Be Venice to Me" (Mat Barzal) "Breakable Heaven" (Adam Lowry) "I'm Still Glad I Met You" (Nico Hischier) "The Movie of Us" (Josh Anderson) "won't you stay 'till the a.m?" (Mitch Marner) "Youthfully Felt" (Sidney Crosby)

tagging some of my favorite writers: @comphy-and-cozy @laurenairay @tkachvkmatthew @wyattjohnston & any other writer that wants to do this! no pressure, obviously.

[matbaerzal]

Y’all want thots? Not to be a whore on main, but I recently orgasmed standing up for the first time. And holy shit it’s amazing. It made me think…hmmmm which hockey boy would like making his partner orgasm while standing?????

I decided Josty, Barzy, and Parayko 10/10 would love to make their partners orgasm while standing. I can just picture them saying “you’re so good; it feels so good doesn’t it?” Whether they’re using a vibrator and their tongue or hand, I can see it with those 3.

Please add to the list if you’d like.

I agree with you on those. They'd get off on the fact that if they weren't holding you up you'd fall because their making your legs so weak with pleasure.

Beauvillier would love eating you out in any position including standing up (any man with lips like those would)

I'll add Jamie Oleksiak and Jacob Markstrom to the list as well. Usually they're towering over you so there's something about kneeling in front of you and looking up at you while they make you unravel that gets them going

[literaryslapshot]

Could we do a Colton Parayko blurb? And can it be smut #7 "here? really?"

Pretty please with a cherry on top?! It’s one of those kinda days ♥️

contains: light nsfw (minors DNI), fluff, fem reader

it had been a long week. colton was on a long series of road games, having three on the road, all of them being in a different time zones. it always takes a couple of weeks for colton to get properly adjusted to the busy routine of his lifestyle. he's thankful for the time he gets to have with you over facetime when you're free and when he is at the hotel, but nothing compares to sleeping in his own bed and being able to hold you in his arms at night.

and just like colton, it took you a few weeks to get used to everything as well. after a nice and peaceful summer, days going by slow and warm, filled with laughter and sun kissed hours on the boat. colton tried to soak up each one, trying his best to savor each moment before he was thrown into the crazy world that is the NHL.

"missed you," colton mumbled as he pulled you in for a tight hug. you were picking him up from the airport when the team landed. the suitcase he threw in the backseat of the car without struggle, letting out a deep sigh as he dipped down into the drivers seat.

it was obvious that he was tired, he had some dark circles underneath his eyes, his shoulders were slumped and he didn't have much perkiness in his voice. the man could use some sleep in his own bed. but first, he needed a milkshake.

"no offense, but aren't you supposed to be on a diet?" you chuckled when he pulled into the drive thru of a local restaurant that was known for their milkshakes. he leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at you.

"i'm too tired to be offended. are you really going to deny a man his milkshake?" he teased, resting his hand on your thigh like always. you looked ahead and it was only now that you noticed just how many people are in line.

keeping his foot pressed on the brake, colton inched his hand up further your thigh. you knew what he was doing- the man loved to tease you. keeping his head facing forward on the cars in front of him, colton's fingers started to dance along the hem of your loose shorts. you didn't put on your best clothes to come and pick your boyfriend up from the airport.

as you were scrolling on his phone, and as the drive thru line moved car by car, you felt colton's fingers slip underneath your shorts and start to play with the lines of your panties. you took in a deep breath and continued to scroll, hoping he wouldn't try to get frisky in a drive thru parking lot.

but, you were wrong.

"here? really?" you said with a light giggle. slipping the tips of his fingers into your underwear, inching closer to the sweetest part of you.

"what? i thought we had car sex on our bucket list." he joked, taking his foot off the break momentarily to move forward as another car disappeared on the other side of the building. looking forward, there were still three cars between you and the menu board. "i bet i can get you to cum before we get to the menu," he dared himself, his eyes getting dark as a smirk appeared on his lips devilishly.

his middle finger tracing your outer lips, making you inhale deeply and lose your train of thought, another car pulled forward. "do your worst," you replied, your voice quiet and eyes almost as dark as coltons.

he smirked and moved his middle finger to circle your clit, making you close your eyes and gasp. your hand rested on his forearm as he slipped a finger into your warm pussy. he wasn't knuckle deep as he'd like to be, but he knew he could get the job done with just the one finger.

another car moved forward so that caused colton to pump his finger a little faster. slipping his thumb into the mix he rubbed over your sensitive clit which made you bite back a moan and tightly close your eyes. the sensations that colton brought over you just by your fingers alone never failed to make you squeal in ecstasy every time.

just as he was about to win this little bet, the car moved forward and he had no choice but to remove his hand from your center which dissatisfied both of you greatly. while you fixed your underwear back to where it should be colton ordered and then pulled forward.

looking over to kiss you on your cheek, and then your lips he gave you a smile. "i'll make it up to you when we get home, i promise. you're not the only one who missed it."

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Colton Parayko N/SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Colton is so good with aftercare. He likes to take care of you, so he’ll get you a warm towel and wipe you off, get you some water, run you a bath if things were really intense. And he’ll hold you. He likes to pull you to his chest, kiss the top of your head and talk to you while you both fall asleep. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes his legs. They’re big and strong and make him a really good hockey player. And he knows that girls find strong legs attractive. And he loves the way you look when you ride his thighs.

On you, he likes your ass. Colton is an ass guy and he just loves it when you wear leggings or short shorts or a tight dress, the things that accent you ass. He loves to let his hand drift down to your ass when the two of you are out.  

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes to cum in you. He’s a possessive dom and he likes the idea of leaving a piece of himself inside you. And when it drips you? He scoops it back up and pushes it back in, his eyes dark as he looks at you. “Can’t have you wasting any of daddy’s cum, now can we?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to make a sex tape with you for when he’s on the road. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a lot of practice. He knows what he’s doing and he knows how to be a good dom. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Colton likes anything lets him be in control, but he loves pinning you down to the mattress and hooking one or both of your legs over his hip.

And he also likes doggy style where he can either press your face into a pillow or pull your body back against his chest and wrap one of his hands around your throat. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Normally, Colton is not goofy. He’s a dom through and through, so he’s very serious. He wants to make you moan and feel good, and he’s not one to be goofy. If something were to come up, rolling off the bed, tripping on discarded clothes, etc., he’ll laugh, maybe crack a joke. And if you were have slow sex in the morning, it’ll be soft and giggly, but other than that, he’s not goofy. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps things tamed. Shaves around the edges so it’s neat and keeps it trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

First and foremost, Colton wants to take care of you, make you feel good and such, so the intimacy is in that. On Valentine’s Day, anniversaries, and birthdays he’ll take things slow, probably pull out the rose petals and candles, but that’s it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Colton prefers to get off with you, so he doesn’t masturbate too much. When he does, it’s usually through phone sex with you or in the shower after a loss on the road when he needs a release to feel better.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Choking. He won’t do it too hard (and not at all if you’re not 100% comfortable with it), but he likes how much you trust him to submit to him like that.

And he likes it when you call him daddy. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Behind locked doors. Colton likes to keep things private. Mostly, he prefers to keep things to the bed, but he also likes shower sex and sex on the kitchen counter every now and then.

(Though, he would much prefer to sit you down on the kitchen counter, spread your legs, and eat you out like it was his dinner)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Colton really likes it when you kiss below his ear and whisper that you love him. It pulls at the softness of his heart and reminds him that he’s doing a good job as your dom.

And it really gets him going when you wearing nothing but lacy blue panties under his jersey when you wait for him in bed after a game. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let you dominate him. He’s a dom through and through and he can’t bring himself to give up that kind of power. He can’t let himself submit.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Foreplay is a must with how big he is, so Colton was mastered the art of eating a girl out. He’s amazing at it and he knows the best ways to make you fall apart. And he likes it. He loves making you cum with his mouth, he likes the way you taste and the way he has to pin your legs down because you keep tightening them around his head. He loves eating you out.

He’s certainly not against getting a blowjob, and he does like pushing you down to your knees, holding your hair in his hand as he guides you down his cock. But, he certainly does prefer giving. He’s a giver. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood. Colton likes things hard and rough, but he could just as easily take things slow with you. Regardless, it’s always firm and he is always in control. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not a huge fan of quickies. He needs to take the time to stretch you out before hand and he likes to take his time, and he can’t do either with quickies. Not to mention it’s kinda hard to find a place to have a quickie when you’re as big as Colton…

That being said, if you made his jealous when the two of you were out, or if you teased him, on the way home, he will intentionally take a route with a dark, empty road so that he can pull over and bend you over the hood of his car. And if he does… My god you better be ready when you get home because you are in for a punishment…

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He knows what he likes, so he doesn’t bring a lot of ideas to you, but if you brought an idea to him and he’s almost guaranteed to say “yes.” He wants to please you and as your dom, it’s his job to make sure his babygirl is well taken care of.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Colton is not only gifted in his size, he’s also gifted in the fact that he can last. And if you give him like an hour, he’ll be able to go again. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He loves toys. In the beginning he was nervous and unsure about them. He didn’t know a whole lot and so the whole “toy shopping” thing was intimidating to him. But now he loves them and he loves using them to tease you.

He’s a huge fan of blindfolding you, pressing a vibrator to your clit and just talking to you. Telling you how pretty you look, how wet you are, how he couldn’t wait to feel your tight little pussy around his cock. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Colton lives to edge you. Ghosting his fingers and lips across your skin, pulling every gasp, moan and arch from you. It feels so good but it’s tortuous at the same time because you just want more, want him to pick up the pace.

He also teases you outside of the bedroom. He keeps his hand on your lower back and whisper all the things he wants to do to you in your ear. If you make him jealous or get handsy with another guy, he’ll take you to the bathroom and lean right in, ghosting his lips over yours before slipping his hands up your skirt and taking your underwear off and putting them in his pocket and walking out, leaving you there.

He is literally such a tease. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not really a vocal kind of guy, just some soft moans. He’s really more of dirty talker. Colton is so soft spoken and quiet and sweet and he’s notlike that in the bedroom. He says the filthiest things and it’s amazing. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Since he’s so good at dirty talk, he’s amazing at phone sex and it’s something that occurs frequently when he’s away on road trips. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Colton is a big boi and hung like a horse. He’s big. And thick. Honestly, it’s probably a little intimidating at first. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s a horny little shit, but he is really good about keeping it hidden. He can control himself and he doesn’t get grouchy without sex (unlike some people), but he yearns quite a lot. 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep to fast. He likes to stay up and cuddle for a bit, talk to you about whatever, just enjoy some time with you while he traces patterns on your back.

[temibreadmanpanarin]

Sleep Well?-Colton Parayko

Requested:Nope

Warnings:Smut after the cut, (light)choking, wet dream, and just smut lol

Up Next:Josh Anderson one shot

Word Count:1.5k

This is my first time writing smut! Please be kind about it! It’s not edited and it is the longest thing I have ever written. I don’t know how I feel about the end but I hope y’all enjoy it! Requests are open!

Colton and I are on vacation after a long and disappointing season. We chose to go to the mountains and rent a cabin so we won’t have to deal with anyone or anything other than each other.

After the first two days, he started to think less and less about the playoffs. Which means he got more enjoyable to be around. Now he tries to be with me basically every second of the day and is a complete sweetheart.

Earlier today we went on a hike and then swam, and now we’re sitting down for dinner.

“I really am glad that you talked me into going on this trip. The season has been so stressful and, as much as I hate to say it, I am kind of happy it’s over.” He sets down his fork and looks at me.

“Oh and why is that?” I ask him while raising my eyebrows.

“Because I get to spend more time with you, and visit Laila more often.” He gives me a dopey smile before he continues to eat the fish.

“Geez you really are a big sap.” I tease him despite my cheeks obviously getting redder.

“I’m just as much of a sap as you are. You can’t argue with me there.” He smirks and stand up to grab both of our plates.

“Okay but you are way more of one than I am.” I get up to help him clean the dishes.

“Yeah, sure Y/N. Whatever you say.” He says before laughing at me and walking away. I scoff, put away the last dish, and follow him out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the night?” I ask him while he puts his hand on my thigh. I grab the TV remote put of his other hand and look for a movie to watch.

“I was thinking of just putting on anything random and talking for a while.” He smiles at me and I immediately click on the first movie name I recognized.

“Again you big sap.” He squeezes my thigh and shakes his head. “I’ll stop now. What do you want to talk about then?” I snuggle into his side and rest my head on his chest.

“Literally anything. I just like talking to you, about everything and anything. Say something about me being a sap again and I’ll hit you with a pillow.” He adds the last part when I look up at him and scrunch up my nose teasingly. 

“I wasn’t going to, Colton. I promise. Well guess what I have planned for us tomorrow.” He hums in response. “Of course we are going to sleep in, then I was thinking we could go into town and look around at the sights. Maybe get some lunch or dinner too. And we can just come back after to lay down or go swimming when it’s dark.”

“That sounds great. I am so tired from doing all that we did today, so that will a good thing to just lay low. Plus, you never know how tomorrow night will really go.” He nudges my shoulder when I laugh at him.

 “Yeah, okay big boy. You can hope all you want. But, as comfortable as I am, and as much as I want to keep talking to you, I am exhausted. We did so much today. I really just want to lay down with you and sleep for 28 hours.”

“28 hours, eh?” He mocks while picking me up off of the couch and heading to our room. When we get to the room he sets me down on the bed and takes off his shirt and shorts, leaving on his boxers. I take off my shirt and pants before putting on his shirt and laying back down. He lays on his side and pulls my body flush to his, so that my back is pressed against his chest and his arms are around me.

“Night, Colton. Love you.” I smile and kiss his arm. He mumbles back his reply into my hair, and we both drift to sleep.

 Before long I get woken up by him shifting around behind me. I can’t move to look at him since his arms are still tightly wound around my body, but I feel his entire body moving around. I reach up to rub the sleep out of my eyes and try to think about why he’s moving so much. It takes me a few more minutes to realize that he not moving around for a bad reason. He isn’t having a nightmare. And he sure isn’t uncomfortable. He is actually hard against me. I am still half awake, so I don’t know what to do, and just freeze. 

He stops moving for a moment and I let out a breath. I move my hip back slightly to test how he would react. Colton lets out a low groan and his hips buck against me again. Beginning to enjoy how he’s acting, I swivel my hips again and put back more pressure. He grunts out my name this time and grips my sides harder. I shamelessly, slowly, push back against him until he wakes up.

I can tell that he woke up because his hands slide down from my ribs to my hips, where he hold onto me tightly and tries to control my movement. He starts to hold me still while he thrusts against me through his boxers.

It’s not enough friction for me, so I try to push against his hands and meet his thrusts. That doesn’t work, because he grips me even tighter to the point where I know I’ll have bruises in the morning. I lightly kiss any part of his body that I can reach, which happens to be his arms. The kisses causes him to thrust a little more harshly against me, and moan quietly.

“Colton.” I murmur and he lets go of my hips long enough to roll me onto my back and get on top of me. He presses his lips to mine and nips at my lower lip. When he pulls away I am gasping for air and reaching up to grab onto his hair.

“Had the best dream. Couldn’t help myself.” He says against the skin of my neck between kisses. Just as I am about to respond be begins to grind against me again and nip at the skin he was kissing. I moan into his ear, which encourages him to run his hands up under my shirt and push the fabric as high as he can.

“I need more Colton.” I gasp out when his hand goes up to my chest. He moves his hand down to slide my underwear down my legs, and throw them across the room. Then he reaches to pull of his own boxers before grasping and stroking himself a few times.

“Are you good?” He asks me, trying to stay the sweetest person ever. I nod and he lines himself up with my core. He slowly slides into me until he bottoms out. 

He doesn’t move for a moment to let me adjust. Once I give him the go ahead to continue, he pulls nearly all the way out and thrust back in. Colton does this slowly for a few moments until I wrap my legs around his waist and use my heels to try and push him faster. His head falls down right beside mine, and I can hear his heavy breathing while he starts thrusting harder and faster.

There is a distinct sound of skin on skin throughout the entire room, and it’s at this moment that I am thankful we didn’t just get a hotel room. His hand that isn’t being used to prop himself up slides up my body to wrap around my throat lightly, squeezing the perfect amount. 

I can tell that he is getting close because his eyes start to shut, his mouth hangs open, and his moans become louder. 

“Y/N, please tell me your close.” He opens his eyes to look into mine while speaking. I open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a high pitched wine that makes his eyes close tightly again.

“I am.” I manage to say two words before he gives me one particularly hard thrust that makes my head spin and pushes me over the edge. My mouth opens and a moan of his name escapes my lips. I squeeze down on him, and that is his tipping point. He, in return, moans my name out as well. We stay like that, heavy breathing and sweaty for a few minutes until he slides out of me.

When he does leave me I whimper his name and open my eyes to see him make his way to the bathroom. He emerges a few seconds later with a wet washcloth and proceeds to wipe me off. He disappears again but returns soon to lay back down in bed.

“Care to tell me what happened in that dream?” I tease him.

“How about I just show you tomorrow when we go swimming.” He pulls me back against his chest while I laugh at his words, knowing he will go through with his words. 

I fall back asleep, thinking about how much I am looking forward to the next day. 

[badstoriesaboutgoodpeople]

Colton’s teammates catching you guys having wild sex 👀 (and maybe him telling the story on Andy Cohen)

It had been hours since Colton had gotten home. Or maybe minutes, you couldn’t really tell. All you really knew was that you were tied spread eagle on the bed with a blindfold covering your eyes. Colton has bought you one of those vibrators that could be controlled by an app on his phone for when he was out of town. However, now it was being used for far more nefarious purposes. He’d put it in you with the instruction that you could come, as long as you were quiet. Then he walked downstairs and you soon heard the doorbell ring. Your stomach dropped as you realized he’d invited the guys over and he had all intentions of leaving you like this while they were downstairs doing whatever the hell it was that they did when they hung out. You bit your lip when you felt the buzzing start up. You managed to stay quiet through the first two orgasms, but after that things started to get challenging. You don’t know how Colton heard you but he did, and he soon came upstairs to put a gag in your mouth. Once he was done his eyes wandered up and down your body, admiring his handiwork. You knew by now that the sheets beneath you were likely damp, there was probably mascara running down your cheeks, and your hair was probably a mess. Colton didn’t seem to care, he simply sat down on the edge of the bed. You began to wonder if the guys would notice he was gone, but the shouting from downstairs meant they were likely playing some sort of video game, and not much could interrupt that. You were pulled back to reality when the vibrator started again. You whined around the gag and Colton just shushed you, rubbing your clit with one hand while toying with the vibrator with the other. You were about to come when you heard the door handle turn, and Joel poked his head in before very quickly turning away.

“Sorry!! Oh my god I’m sorry I was just looking for the- WHAT THE FUCK COLTON!” he yelled, shielding his eyes and turning as far away as he could while still talking to Colton.

“What the hell are you doing??” asked Colton, getting up from where he was sitting.

“I could ask the same of you?!? I just wanted to find the fucking bathroom and you’re up here just torturing your girlfriend!! How long has she been up here?!? Jesus fucking Christ she’s been here the whole time hasn’t she, oh my god Colton, what the hell. You knew we were coming over.”

“Fuck, sorry, didn’t exactly plan on anyone coming upstairs,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“Well don’t apologize to me, apologize to her!! Sorry Y/N, I didn’t see anything I promise,” said Joel, hastily retreating down the stairs. Your face burned with shame, and Colton did nothing but turn the vibrator up as he followed Joel downstairs.

—————

When Joel’s too hot for TV story got brought up on Andy Cohen, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to chirp Colton for what he’d seen.

“Colton’s got a story of his own that’s just as NSFW as mine is,” said Joel, tossing a glare in Colton’s direction. “Keeping this as PG as I can Colton invited us over one day, just to hang out. I have to use the bathroom and someone is in the one on the main floor. Cool, no biggie, I’ve been to his house before. Bathroom is the first door on the right. Well, actually, it’s the first door on the left, but at the time I didn’t know that. So I open the door and I see Colton’s girlfriend tied to the bed, a-“

“Nope! No, you don’t need to keep going, please stop there, thank you Joel,” said Colton, turning pink with embarrassment as he tried to get Joel to stop. Thankfully he did, but he still gets the occasional chirp about it every time he invites the guys over to his place.

[retrocelly]

let’s have a colton parayko day!!

because the stanley cup champ deserves some love, send in thirst/fluff thoughts for the big guy!

[washingtoncapricorns]

I’m gonna write some Colton Parayko tonight!

[senditcolton]

don’t mind me dropping by in at four am (as i struggle to get back to bed) but i don’t feel like we discuss the variety that comes with being with a man like colton parayko enough. the guy is all big and muscular and can most definitely melt you into submission but rather than through roughness, it’s through his gentle touch and patience. by making you feel safe enough to just sink into that state where he can do whatever he wants to you — which is not to say he doesn’t enjoy using his size to his advantage. because after all, words out of his own mouth, he can do whatever he wants and you don’t stand a chance in stopping him when he’s a little impatient or the excitement is running high so you might as well just buckle up and prepare for the pleasure train you’re getting onto. not going to lie would much appreciate having him either way . — ☁️

y'all are after my own heart this sleepover/smut saturday! marty, casey, matty, tyson, and now COLTON PARAYKO!! MY BIGGEST BOY! love, love, love!! 💕❤💕

and you are so right, we do not talk about colton enough here. this MAN. 1000% correct, he would make you just sink into that sub-space with ease. and that is one of the best parts about being with him because he knows that you need/enjoy it as much as he does. like, the way he would make you feel so comforted, so relaxed, but at the same time be taking you apart in every delicious way. my god!!

i've also said it before, he gives me the vibes of "getting you off gets him off" like he enjoys giving you pleasure.

[yourfavewriteress]

right under our noses (part 5) | colton parayko

Teaser: "I feel it in my gut, Colt."

“What are you doing right now?” Jayne’s voice sounded in your ear seconds after you answered her call. You had gotten home from work nearly two hours ago, taking time to only shower then collapse in your living room.

"Laying on my couch watching Netflix,” you responded.

“Well, we’re having some people over after 8 and I want you to come,” She said.

“Last minute invite, nice," You rolled your eyes. "What does 'some people' mean?"

“The team and close friends,” Was the reply. It was never just the "team and close friends."

“I don’t feel like doing my makeup, Jayne,” You groaned. “Or, even getting dressed for that matter. I just laid down.”

“Come on, please?” She pleaded. “It’s lowkey so you don’t have to really wear makeup if you don’t want to.”

"But I would need to change. Do you know how much energy that would require?"

"If we waited around for you to have energy, we would never see you!" You heard Alex yell in the background.

"Why am I always on speaker?"

"You have something to hide from me, Y/L/N?"

“Anyway,” You rolled your eyes. “Will jeans and a t-shirt satisfy you guys? It doesn't sound like I can get out of this.”

“That sounds perfect,” Jayne responded. “Just come by whenever you’re ready.”

“Do you want me to bring anything?” 

“Nope, we’re all good. See you when you get here!”

“Bye.”

You definitely took your time getting ready. Although you said you wouldn't put in any effort, you ended up showering, doing light makeup, AND coordinating a presentable outfit.

By the time you pulled into Jayne and Alex's gate, you could tell quite the crowd had already started to form inside. You took a deep breath before pushing your way through the doors and the growing crowd. Saying hi to a few people as you made your way to the kitchen, you made a beeline for the Vodka bottle.

"I thought you weren't going to show," Alex appeared next to you within a few seconds.

"I considered it," You smiled.

"How's the job search going?"

You rolled your eyes, "Is that really the first question you want to ask me when I have a glass bottle in my hand?"

He laughed loudly, voice echoing over the music, "Understood, boss."

"I thought this was supposed to be a small get-together?" You asked.

"Is that what Jayne said?"

"Your wife is a liar."

"No argument there," He shook his head. "But, if you need a minute, the patio is always pretty quiet, because I always tell the guys to stay away from it."

"I'll probably head out there for a bit before I put on my social smile."

Alex left you alone in the kitchen, wheels already turning in his head. He pulled his wife, Jayne, away from her friends and into their bedroom.

"What? She was just going to give me what moisturizer she's been using!"

"One, your skin is beautiful, baby," She smiled at that. "Two, Y/N just got here and I think she's going to the patio."

"Is she okay? Should I go check on her?"

"She's fine. And no, you shouldn't go, but maybe someone else. If I'm the one to tell him to go to the patio, it's going to be obvious."

"Well, he was telling me earlier that he had a headache from the music."

"You have to be slick about it," Alex coached. "If he even smells bullshit, he'll figure it out once he gets out there."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

****

You made a deal with yourself: you could only stay outside for four songs. Anything more than that, you should have just stayed home. You knew Jayne wouldn't invite you out if the other half of the experiment wasn't here, and you had to make yourself seen.

The third song started to play, and you began to coach yourself to be the social butterfly you knew you could be. All before...

“Can I join you?” You turned around at the sound of the voice. You smiled widely when you locked eyes with Colton. My savior.

“Yes, of course,” You slid over, making room for him on the stairs. “Get tired of the crowd?”

“A little bit," He laughed. "This song is a fan favorite and I don't think my head can take the yelling. Plus, I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were good."

“Oh,” I waved him off. “I’m fine, just needed to feel fresh air for a second.”

“It is getting a little tight in there now,” He commented, looking over his shoulder to Alex and Jayne’s home which had continued to fill up more and more in the past half hour.

“How’s your night going?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Pretty good, this was the only thing I got out of bed for today.”

“That sounds like such an amazing day,” You nodded. “I’m jealous.”

“You worked today?” Nod again. “When was your last day off?”

You thought back, “Last Tuesday, maybe? I’m not sure.”

“You’ve worked ten days straight?”

“I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” You sighed. 

“I’m not going to say anything,” He held up his hands. “You’re an adult, you make your own decisions.”

“Thank you,” You said, letting out a laugh after.

“But, you deserve better.”

“I remember our deal at the bar, Colton," You pointed out. “I plan on holding up my end, trust me.”

“How do you even work that much?”

"Well, not everyone is on an NHL contracted salary," You responded. "I do have to pay my bills."

"I get that part, but how do you actually make it through every day when you hate your job?"

You smiled, incidentally leaning closer to him as you reached into my left pocket. You pulled out the bag of gummy worms you had brought, “Sugar.”

Colton took a slightly deeper breath when he got a waft of your shampoo as you leaned closer to him. He had never smelled anything like it, like you. And your smile. His eyes flickered to your lips and back up before he could even register it.

You were doing things to him that even he had never felt before. That’s why it was so easy for him to mistake the goosebumps you gave him for being from the windy night air.

“No way,” Colton laughed. “The only thing that keeps me going sometimes is a soda.”

“Yeah, it’s either that or candy,” You agreed. “Sometimes I get worried that I might get diabetes.”

“Me too,” He responded. “If you had to pick one food or drink to have an unlimited supply of for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“One?” You asked, earning a nod. “Hm, I’m not really sure. I feel like if I had an unlimited supply of gummy worms, that’d be great. They definitely raise the prices once a month.”

“You’d get a lot of cavities,” Colton commented.

“I wouldn’t eat it all at once, but to not have to buy it every single time I have a craving? Heaven,” You sighed, happily.

He smiled as he shook his head, “Heaven with cavities.”

“You’re one to talk,” You chirped lightly. “You’re going to get diabetes with all the sugar you consume from those cokes. At least my gummy worms are sugar-free.”

He rolled his eyes, “Then, does that really help? Anything sugar free is a scam.”

You laughed at him, your head thrown back. “It tastes the same!”

“I can’t believe you,” He shook his head, smiling. “Phony.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both for a few moments.

“You guys had a game yesterday, right?” You asked as another song began to play inside.

“Yeah,” He nodded. 

“I’m taking it didn’t go as planned?” 

“It was alright,” He shrugged lightly, looking back over Alex and Jayne’s yard. 

“That’s exactly what I said when you asked about work at the bar,” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Should I be encouraging you to quit, too?”

He laughed, “Not at all.”

“Yeah, my job doesn’t come with traveling the country.” You said. “Honestly, I’m still super confused about hockey and the calls that refs make. I mostly just let Jayne translate for me.”

Laughing, “Refs definitely make bullshit calls a lot, though.”

“Is that what happened yesterday? I didn’t catch the game but Jayne was texting me about it.”

He shrugged, “There were a couple of questionable calls, but we lost because we’re not playing the way we should be.”

“Well, I guess you guys are going to be busy at your next practice".

“I just feel like my game has been lacking so much lately,” Colton sighed, eyes still trained on the yard ahead. “And, then we just keep losing so that solidifies it.”

“Or, it solidifies that the entire team needs to try something different?” You suggested, raising your eyebrows at him. “It is a team sport, right? You can’t take all the heat for yourself, just like you can’t take all the praise.”

“I’m pretty sure I deserve the heat, though.”

“Okay, break it down for me, since I’m a hockey idiot,” You started, turning to face him. “Tell me what you think is going wrong.”

“You’re not an idiot,” He rolled his eyes. “And, do you really want me to bore you with hockey at a party? You don't want to go back inside and have fun?

“To be honest, I lied before. I’m actually out here because I didn’t want to come in the first place but Jayne begged and also lied about how many people would be here. Which is very common for her, so I don't know why I fell for it.”

“I’m obligated to be here because of the team,” He let out a laugh.

“So, we both got screwed,” You laughed, making him smile. “I was going to just sit in silence anyway, so if you want to talk about hockey, I’ll listen.”

It was a genuine offer, and Colton knew that as he looked into your eyes. He felt something at that moment, but he really couldn’t figure out what it was. It was almost a calming feeling, like all the stresses he had been feeling were subdued for the time that he was with you. 

He explained everything to you, way more than you were ever going to be able to remember but you watched him relax as he talked. What started as a self-deprecating account turned into Colton going through some of his favorite hockey moments, of his career and of all time. 

“I wish I had something to be this invested in,” You let out a laugh after he had finished going over the team’s Stanley Cup run.

“Well, what are you interested in?” He turned to you, leaning back against the patio. He took another sip of his drink. “Now it’s your turn to talk.”

And, talk, you did. You surprised yourself with how much you told Colton, but he had given the same amount. It was only fair. You were reminded then how much you got along with him. Even though you guys only spoke at times like these where the team was gathered with close friends, he was always one of the easiest people to talk to. It wasn’t uncommon for you both to be catching up at parties.

Colton enjoyed your conversation and realized that you both had a lot more in common than he originally thought. And, you could clearly talk about anything. Well, obviously. We’re friends, he thought.

And, Alex. There was a voice in Colton’s head, telling him that you were the person he was being set up with. The louder voice, however, reminded him that Alex cared too much about you to ever set you up with someone on the team, let alone him. 

Colton vowed at that moment to completely remove you from his list of potential matches. It would only hurt him in the end, to wish it was you and then be disappointed. He felt that it was nearly impossible for it to happen, and he actually enjoyed having you as someone to talk to. She’s a friend. He had to respect Alex’s wishes, and if he was being honest, he thought you were out of his league too.

“Hey, Y/N?” You both turned at the sound of a voice behind you. “Jayne is looking for you.”

“Oh, okay,” You smiled at Ryan. “I’ll be right in.”

He nodded, disappearing back inside. 

“She’s probably going to make me drink something with her so I don’t know how conversational I’ll be after that.”

Colton laughed, “Maybe another time, then.”

“Definitely next time,” You corrected, pushing yourself up to your feet. “I want to hear all about the team’s crazy comeback, and your point streak.”

“How do you know that’s gonna happen?” He laughed. “What if you just jinxed it?”

“I feel it in my gut, Colt.” You said, right before you disappeared inside to find Jayne. 

Although you didn’t realize it, your words stuck with Colton. Not just your belief in him, but the nickname, too. It wasn’t the first time you’ve used it, but it was the first time it gave him goosebumps. 

A few hours later, as the party died down and people began to disperse, you were having a very tipsy conversation with an also very tipsy Jayne. “I’m really glad you came.”

“Honestly,” You paused, pursing your lips. “It was bad, at all. I actually talked to Colton for a bit and then drank, probably a bit too much, with Vince.”

“Really?” She quickly found something to occupy her eyes with because although she was drunk, there was no way she was going to blow up her own plan. “How was that? Your talk with Colton, I mean. We all know how Vince gets at these.”

“None of your business,” You joked with a serious tone. Jayne froze, looking back at you.

“Uh-”

“-Dude, I was just kidding,” You furrowed your eyebrows curiously at her with a laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” She recovered, taking a sip of her drink again. "I thought something happened."

“Okay,” You trailed off. In your drunken state, you didn’t bother to further question. “It was actually pretty nice, though. We talked about hockey and my job, nothing serious.”

“That’s cool,” Jayne said. “I’m glad, he’s been feeling down lately.”

“Yeah, I could tell. I just told him he doesn’t need to be because all I hear about him from the other guys is how good he is. Tonight was actually the first night I somewhat understood hockey,” You shrugged absentmindedly. Not knowing how to respond without blurting out “You’re perfect for each other!” Jayne began to recount what she could remember of her night. 

Later that night, Alex and Jayne settled in bed after making sure you were asleep in their guest room. 

“How drunk are you?” Alex laughed at his wife, pulling back the covers for her.

“Just a little,” Jayne responded with a laugh. “But, I think we’re making headway with the plan.”

Raising his eyebrows, “How? What did I miss?”

“Y/N and Colton were on the steps for at least an hour talking tonight!” Jayne whispered excitedly. “She said it was really nice.”

“Holy shit,” Alex said. “She figured it out, then?”

“No, no, I don’t think she has a clue. Maybe if she was sober, she would have put two and two together, but I tried not to pry too much and make it obvious.”

“What did they talk about?”

“She said this was the first night she actually understood anything about hockey.” Alex smiled, rolling his eyes. “And, I guess they talked about her job, too.”

“Well, it had to be good if they talked for an hour, right?” Alex shrugged. “Is that really where he disappeared to? I remember him saying he was getting a drink and then I didn't see him for a while.”

“I guess so.”

“Now that I think about it, he did seem like he was in a better mood when he came back,” Alex said.

“Do you think they’re going to figure it out?”

“I feel like Y/N is going to catch on sooner than we think,” Alex said, looking up at the ceiling. “She over analyzes everything.”

“I don’t think so," Jayne replied. "Do you see the way Colton looks at her?"

"No, how?" Alex looked over at her.

"Like she puts the fucking stars in the sky," Jayne laughed. "I only noticed it tonight, but I think he may already have it figured out."

"I highly doubt it, he would have said something to me."

"Well, until either of them say anything, the plan is still in motion. We should talk about next steps in the morning. I have to sleep."

[hockeywhhores]

vince's daddy kink- v. dunn

This came out longer than expected....

Vince Dunn x f!reader 

warnings: thigh riding, daddy kink, Vince eating pussy, slight orgasm denial, innocence kink

summary~ Vince gets home from a rough practice, and you have some fun with his daddy kink. 

genre~ smut

word count~ 915

masterlist

NSFW below the cut! Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!!

Vince got home from a rough practice frustrated to say the least. Nothing went right at practice and the guys were being bigger assholes than usual. Vince closed the front door as quietly as he could, just in case you were still sleeping. But when he heard music coming from the kitchen, he knew you were up. You had seemingly not heard him come in, so when two large hands grabbed your hips; you yelped and whipped around.

“What the hell, Vince!” your heart was pumping and you were sure you both could hear it.

“Sorry Princess. You should be more aware of your surroundings.” Vince had a smug little smirk on his face while he spoke in your ear. You rolled your eyes and went back to making breakfast, more like lunch but the same difference.

“I’m guessing you want some?” You sort of asked him without turning around.

“Yes please!” His hands were still on your hip and his lips close to your ears. Humming to the music coming from your speaker, you started swinging to your hips to the music.

You heard a groan and knew you had to keep going. Pushing back with more force to help with the friction that was against Vince’s slightly erect dick.

“Princess, did you miss me?” he groaned into your ears, making you wetter each minute.

“Of course, Daddy, I always miss you.” you said back in a sickly sweet tone and the most innocent of eyes you could muster. You knew if you feigned innocence, Vince wouldn’t be able to control himself. Noticing that your food was all done, you took it off the stove. Vince noticed that the food was done cooking and wanted you to himself.

“Do you have anything else cooking?” he questioned in a deep tone. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ and smiled back at him, “I’m all yours.” with that being said he picked you up, and swung your legs around his waist connecting your arms around his neck. Vince was taking you straight to the bedroom. You started giggling when he threw you onto your shared bed.

“You won’t be giggling when I’m through with you.” Vince still had that huskiness in this voice, and it was driving you wild.

“Oh, I know.” you smiled up at him. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking off you small, little pajama shorts. Revealing how you didn’t wear underwear to bed last night.

“why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s thigh, Princess.” Vince stated it so casually, but you knew it was a command. You decided to not put up a fight and got on his thigh. You crawled on top of his thigh. Your pussy immediately feels the pleasure from the coarseness of the jeans he was wearing. You were not going to last long, and he knew that. You rolled and snapped your hips back and forth. Feeling that delicious friction against your clit and his jeans.

Vince made sure you knew he was still in charge, by guiding your hips and only letting you move at a slow pace. The pace he set made sure you were coming close to your release, but not enough to let you cum. His smirk was the hottest thing in the world to you, and mixed with the thigh riding you were doing; you were in heaven to say the least.

“Faster, please Daddy.” you pleaded with him. Trying your best to look him in the eyes, through all your pleasure.

“Get off Daddy’s thigh.” Vince demanded, which made you whimper. You didn’t want to get off, but really wanted to cum so you listened to him. “Good little girl.” He whispered in your ear, when you made it back on the bed. Vince pushed your shoulders back, so your back was flat on the bed. Putting his knee in between your leg, he kissed all down your body, very slowly. All you could do was whimper, but when he moved his knee and started kissing your inner thighs, your whimpers turned into moans.

“Please Daddy. I have been a good girl.” you whimpered out with a slightly high-pitched voice.

“Yes you have been Princess. Tell me what you want.” Vince's raspy voice rang out through the bedroom.

“Please…” Your voice went weak when he kissed your outer folds.

“Please what, Princess?” Vince lightly chuckled at the state you were in.

“Please eat my pussy.” That was all you had to say, before he started eating you out like a starved man. Going from sucked at your clit to lapping up your juices. The pace he set was brutal. You were not going to last if he continued like this. “Daddy can I please cum?” You gasped out. Barely being able to control your moans. You were practically screaming.

“Go ahead, Princess.” Vince said this so calmly. He was proud of himself. He was always proud of himself when he could get you to scream in pleasure. With that you came, and he licked up everything you gave him. He kept licking until you pushed his head away, as it became too much. “Want to go eat now?” Vince asked with a huge smile on his face. When you kissed him you could taste yourself in his mouth.

“Of course, Daddy” You smiled back at him. You fell more in love with him everyday. If that was even possible.

finished.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Sex With Colton Parayko Would Include

One word to describe Colton: dom.

He’s all sweet and cute in public but not in the bedroom.

Even if he takes things slow with you, he still holds all the control and you can sense the dominance.

His favourite position is pinning you down and pressing you into the mattress.

He lives to edge you.

Ghosting his fingers and lips across your skin, pulling every gasp, moan and arch from you.

He’s amazing at oral and he loves it.

He loves to spread your legs and eat you out slowly, bringing you to orgasm at his own pace. It feels so good but it’s tortuous at the same time because you just want more, want him to pick up the pace.

Colton, like every other guy, loves blow jobs. But for him, it’s about the dominance.

He’ll hold your hair and control the pace.

(He also won’t fuck your face because he doesn’t want to hurt you.)

He’s not really a vocal kind of guy, just some soft moans.

He’s really more of dirty talker.

Colton is so soft spoken and quiet and sweet and he’s notlike that in the bedroom.

He says the filthiest things and it’s amazing.

He wants to cum in you and he doesn’t like to use condoms. He wants to leave a part of himself inside you.

When he pulls out and his cum starts to drip out of you, he’ll scoop it back up and push it back into you.

He likes it when you ride him, but he’s still in charge when you do so. One hand on your hip, the other on your breast as you ride him, him controlling your rhythm.

And the way he looks at you? Drives you fucking crazy.

Also thigh riding. It feels amazing and he just loves watches you get yourself off on his thigh. He watches you with dark eyes and bites his lip, his hands tightly gripping your hips.

He’s one for phone sex, sexting and dirty Snaps.

He has an album on his phone of pictures of you for when he’s on the road.

He’s not one for quickies. He wants to take his time with you. Truly take you apart and put you back together again and he can’t do that with quickies.

He’d much rather tease you while out in public.

Keep his hand on your lower back and whisper all the things he wants to do to you in your ear.

If you make him jealous or get handsy with another guy, he’ll take you to the bathroom and lean right in, ghosting his lips over yours before slipping his hands up your skirt and taking your underwear off and putting them in his pocket and walking out, leaving you there.

The only time Colton will pull you into a bathroom or closet or bend you over the car hood on some dark side road is when you try to play him at his game and get dominant with him, ignoring his commands and defying him in public.

His eyes will darken and he’s going to remind you who’s in control.

After sex, he’ll take care of you. He’ll get up and get a towel and wipe you off, and get you some water if you need it. If it was really intense, he’d even run you a bath and get in it with you. He’s good with aftercare and taking care of you.

Tagging: @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000

[hockey-fics]

My Forever ~ Colton Parayko 

Summary: You and Colton go on a summer vacation to a mountain resort, complete with one perfect night. 

Author’s Note: This is a roller coaster of very sappy and cute then dirty and then stupidly sappy and cute again. I’ve also never really written anything smutty before so be prepared for it to not be fantastic (maybe I’ll work on improving that if it’s well-received?)

Word Count: ~5,200

Warnings: language, smut (poorly written, don’t get too excited), very brief mentions of alcohol.

Pushing the sliding glass door open you step through it and onto the patio, clutching a mug of coffee in your opposite hand. The morning mountain air was slightly damp, the remnants of rainfall from the night clinging to the surfaces outside of the comfort of the small covered patio. Walking to the wooden railing you set your mug down on it, leaning against it and gazing out at the tree-covered mountains, delicate white clouds hanging near the tops of the trees. The sound of the screen door connecting the patio to the hotel room opening draws your attention and you turn your head to look back over your shoulder. “Good morning,” you say, voice slightly hushed. Everything felt slower up here, quieter, calmer. The mountain resort did get more lively when the sun was higher in the sky or when it had set completely, but even then there was a sense of ease about being up here. 

“Wow,” Colton says quietly, taking a couple steps across the patio to stand behind you, his hands landing on either side of the railing, encircling you in warmth. 

“It really is nice, isn’t it?” 

You feel Colton press a kiss to the top of your head, one of his hands moving across the top of the patio railing towards yours, gently lifting your fingers off of it and sliding your hand into his. “I was talking about you,” he whispers. “How did I get so lucky finding someone so perfect?”

Three years. It had been three years since you and Colton had started dating. But each time he made little comments like that your heart raced like it was the first time he was complimenting you all over again. 

Folding your fingers tighter into his hand you pull his arm around your body, pressing your lips to his hand and leaning closer into him. “I’m wondering that about you.”

“I love you,” Colton says, voice soft as he runs his thumb along the back of your hand.

“I love you too, Colt,” you whisper. Laughing you shift to the side enough to be able to look up at him. “We’re being so sappy. We’re going to be embarrassing parents.”

Colton’s eyes widen as he stares down at you. “Are...are you-?”

“No,”  you interject quickly. “No, I’m not pregnant.” You watch his expression change, seeming almost disappointed by that answer. You hadn’t even thought the comment through before making it. It wasn’t crossing any lines that hadn’t already been crossed. You had discussed the fact that you both wanted to have a family and Colton had made it clear that he wanted to start that family with you. A couple years into the relationship you had brought up the topic of children, knowing that things were getting more and more serious, and Colton had replied by telling you about how perfect your little family together would be. It had made you fall more in love with him then and every single time you thought about it since then. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it would sound like that,” you say gently, turning a little more to lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips. 

Colton slides his arm to your waist, pulling you against his chest. “Don’t apologize. There’s a few more things I want to do before we start a family. But I would have been happy about it if you were.”

Resting your head against his chest you wrap your arms around him. There wasn’t a single person in the world that made you feel as safe and comfortable as you felt with Colton. It was like simply knowing he was there was enough to make you feel like you could handle anything the world had to throw at you. 

“I made us dinner reservations for tonight,” Colton tells you. 

Leaning back you look up at him with a slightly confused smile. All the other plans that you two had made for this trip had been made together. “Oh?” you ask. “Where?”

“That restaurant at the top of the mountain.”

“That really fancy one?” you ask, slightly surprised. The whole resort was nice, the suite you were staying in was beautiful, but from what you had heard that particular restaurant was very difficult just to get reservations to. With only five tables it was supposedly incredible but also took a lot of work, time, or money to get into. 

Colton nods, leaning down and kissing you gently. “Reservation is for seven,” he whispers. 

Smiling you press another quick kiss to his lips. “It sounds great.”

“We’ve still got about twelve hours till dinner, do you want to go for breakfast?” Colton chuckles, running his hands along your arms.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him, smiling as you pull back and step towards the door. “I’ll start getting ready.”

Colton picks up the coffee mug you had left on the railing for you without saying anything about it. Of course you two had arguments on occasion. You were three years into a relationship, nobody has a life so perfect for three whole years that there wasn’t anything that caused an argument. But they were rare. He wouldn’t complain about having to carry in your mug for you because you wouldn’t complain the next time he almost forgets his wallet or phone somewhere and you have to be the one to keep his belongings together. 

After getting ready you and Colton head out of the suite, walking down the hallway hand in hand to the elevator. “Is there something special about today? Am I forgetting something?” you ask, pressing the button for the elevator. You were excited about the dinner, surprised Colton had gotten a reservation there and done so without talking to you about it first. It just seemed like a special occasion type of dinner. 

Colton looks down at you with a smile, a knowing smile, the kind of smile you give someone who you have an inside joke with. But you didn’t know what the joke was. “No,” he tells you, the smile not fading. 

“Okay,” you giggle uncertainly, stepping into the elevator with him when the doors open, pressing the button for the lobby. “It’s not our anniversary, right? Because I’m pretty sure I know when that is and it’s not today,” you ask as you walk out of the hotel. 

Colton chuckles and gently tugs you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as you walk beside him. ”Why are you questioning it so much?” he asks gently. “It’s just a dinner, I wanted to treat us to something nice.”

Glancing up at him you smile softly. “Okay.” Pulling his arm away from your waist he reaches down, taking your hand. Walking through the resort you find a small cafe, heading inside and ordering breakfast and coffee before heading out onto the patio overlooking the mountains. “I love it here,” you tell Colton, sipping your coffee. 

Colton looks back across the table towards you. “I do too,” he says. “We’ll come back again,” he tells you, like it’s already been set in stone, before looking back out at the mountains. You take the opportunity of him not paying attention to let your eyes linger on his profile. A soft sigh of contentment leaves your lips. 

“Everything okay?” he questions in response to your sigh. 

Reaching across the table you lace your fingers with his. “Everything is perfect.”

Standing in the bathroom later that evening you finish doing your hair before leaving for dinner. Your eyes shift away from your own reflection when you notice through the mirror Colton stepping into the bathroom door frame. Turning around you look him up and down. “Holy, you’re hot. Think I could get your number?” you joke, smiling up at him. 

Colton steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “There isn’t a single situation in which I wouldn’t give it to you.”

You let the words he said hang in the air for a second as you look up at him with a playful smirk. “Yeah? You’re going to give it to me?”

Running his hand down your arm he wraps his hand around your wrist, bringing your arm up over his shoulder. His other arm leaves your waist, using it to repeat the process with your other arm before sliding his hands down to your waist and swiftly lifting you up onto the counter you were standing beside. “Whenever you want it.”

“We’re going to be late for dinner,” you mutter, sliding your hands down his arms. “And you just got dressed.”

Colton leans forward, kissing you deeply for just long enough to leave you needing more. “It’s fine if we’re a little late,” he assures, sliding his hand up the inside of your thigh, gently pushing your legs apart. 

“Colton,” you whine, moving one hand behind you on the counter to lean against. “You made all the arrangements, I don’t want them to give our table away.”

“Just trust me with this one, beautiful. I’ve got it taken care of.” His fingers reach your underwear beneath your dress, pushing them aside slowly. 

“I don’t even know what that means.” A quiet gasp escapes your lips as he pushes past your underwear. “But I don’t care, just please don’t stop,” you whimper. 

Colton leans down, pressing his lips against yours and kissing you roughly as his fingers move agonizingly slowly beneath your underwear. He uses his other hand to push your legs further apart. Biting your bottom lip gently you lift your thighs one at a time to help him, moving both your arms behind you and leaning back against them. Colton pulls away from your lips as his fingers brush against your clit, your moans no longer stifled now echoing in the bathroom. Leaning closer he wraps his arm around your back, finding the zipper on your dress and pulling it down without letting up on your clit. Pulling back he pushes the straps of your dress down and makes quick work of your bra with one hand. Leaning off your arms you pull the bra off, tossing it carelessly to the other side of the counter.  

As you draw your arm back Colton slides one finger inside of you, his thumb moving to your clit. “Fuck,” you gasp, hand flying to his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. His thumb rubs gentle circles against your clit, enough to draw a string of moans without being too much. He knew exactly how you liked it. “Colton,” you gasp, squirming back on the counter as you pull your hands in front of you, fumbling with his belt. “We need to hurry up.”

Colton uses his free hand to grasp your wrist. “We don’t,” he chuckles, slipping another finger inside of you slowly. “I’ve handled everything. Just relax.”

With two fingers buried deep inside of you and his thumb still on your clit you’re no longer able to think straight to worry about being late to dinner. So instead you just nod, hands falling back behind you for support. “Okay,” you whimper, nodding as you lean onto your arms, tipping your head back slightly. 

“There you go,” Colton says, fingers moving smoothly in and out of you. Leaning down he presses his lips to your shoulder, trailing down to your chest. 

Your little moans and whimpers echo in the large bathroom as your breathing quickens, eyes fluttering shut, fingers searching for something to cling onto. Colton’s hand suddenly pulls back and your eyes fly open quickly. “Colton, please,” you whimper needily. 

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs with a smug smirk. “Come here.” His hands clasp under your thighs, just behind your knees as he pulls you to the edge of the counter. Grasping the elastic of your underwear he pulls them off as you lift your hips up. Your bare ass hits the cool counter and you inhale sharply. “Too cold?” Colton asks. 

Shaking your head you laugh softly. He was always so concerned with your comfort, trying to make sure everything was perfect. Sometimes it felt like too much. But you would never complain, could never complain about him being too considerate. “Just a little surprising,” you tell him, adjusting your dress that was still bunched up around your hips. 

Colton nods, pushing your legs apart again as he leans down, kissing his way up your thighs, stopping occasionally to suck or nip at the skin on your inner thighs. Trying to remain patient you hold back a couple whimpers and force your hips to stay still on the counter. When he finally gets where you’ve wanted him the most a strangled cry escapes your lips. “Colton,” you moan out, hands slipping into his hair. Your breathing is no longer steady, air entering and leaving your body in jagged gasps and pants as his tongue works against you. His lips move to clit, tongue flicking over it. Bringing his hand over he slides two fingers back inside you, curling them up to hit your g-spot with seemingly expert precision. “Oh, fuck, Colton. Shit,” you stammer out, expletives mixed with moans and gasps. “Keep going,” you pant as you’re awash with the familiar build-up. You didn’t need to say it. You didn’t need to tell him to keep going. He knew your body almost as well as you knew it at this point. But it was like a reflex, an instinct, your body wanted it so bad your brain just refused to not blurt the words out. Moaning out as your body jerks through your orgasm your fingers curl against the cool countertop, looking for anything to hold onto as Colton works you through your orgasm. 

Both of you are breathing heavily when he pulls back, leaving soft kisses up your stomach to your chest and finally your neck. “You’re so beautiful, coming undone for me like that,” he grumbles low in your ear. 

Reaching over you run your fingers over the bulge in his dress pants, sliding your hand up to his belt buckle. “I want you inside me,” you whisper.

“Not going to argue against that,” Colton replies with a smirk, pulling back just enough to press his lips to yours as he reaches down. He pushes your hand aside, knowing he would get his own pants off much quicker and easier than you would get them off. Giggling against his lips at his actions you pull your hand back, moving it up over his shoulder. “Sorry baby, I just don’t can’t wait any longer,” he mutters. 

Shaking your head at his apology you press a couple kisses to his jaw. “Don’t apologize, I don’t want to wait for me to do it either,” you giggle, shifting further towards the edge of the counter as he slides his pants and underwear down swiftly. “I want your shirt off,” you tell him, looking up into his eyes almost pleadingly. You could both get what you wanted out of this without worrying about him taking his shirt off, but it didn’t matter how many times you saw him shirtless, you always wanted to see as much of him as you could.

Colton smirks, fingers moving under your jaw and tipping your head back. “Anything you want,” he says, kissing you gently before pulling back to make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, slipping it off before stepping back between your legs. Colton brings one hand to your thigh, sliding it around to your ass. “Okay?” Colton asks, using his other hand to slowly ease into you when you give him a nod of approval. 

He starts slow, easing into it for a bit before increasing the force. His hips begin moving quicker and harder against you. Grasping at his shoulders your body shifts back and forth on the countertop with each slam of his hips against your body. “Colton, fuck,” you mutter, nails scratching at the backs of his shoulders. 

“Feel good?” Colton murmurs, grunting as he picks up pace. “Like how that feels? My cock inside you?”

Colton wasn’t always big on being the one saying dirty things during sex so when he did it was enough to almost push you over the edge. You mumble out a half discernable hum of agreement, nodding as you do, knowing you were no longer speaking clearly. Colton reaches down, thumb finding your clit as he continues slamming his hips against yours. The sensation sends a jolt through your body, your back arching as your fingers dig into his shoulders. “I-shit, Colt, I-I’m going, I’m going to-,” you stammer breathlessly. 

Colton nods, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I got you,” he says, the hand he had on your hip tightening while he keeps circling your clit. “Cum for me, beautiful.”

Your second orgasm washes over your body harder than the first. You desperately want something to cling onto but manage to hold yourself back as best you can from clawing up Colton’s back. You could barely think with the sensations, but you did know that your nails had most likely already made a considerable mark on him tonight and you weren’t looking to do any more damage. Your body trembles as a string of indistinguishable curses leave your lips amidst moans and whimpers. Colton groans, hips moving slower and sloppier as he rides out his own orgasm a couple moments after your own. 

Breathing heavily you look up at Colton, smiling blissfully. Colton reaches forward, grabbing a towel from the top of the stack of clean ones. Slowly pulling out he immediately begins to clean everything up. “Don’t want to ruin your dress,” he chuckles, glancing over at you. 

Humming you watch as he rinses the cloth out, returning and gently pressing the warm, damp fabric against your skin. Reaching over you press the button on your phone, watching the screen light up. “Fuck, Colton,” you exclaim, sitting up straighter. 

“Shit, sorry, does that hurt? Are you alright?” Colton asks, pulling back immediately and turning his attention to you with a look of panic in his eyes. 

“No, I’m fine, but it’s quarter to eight,” you tell him, pressing your hands onto the countertop and hopping down. Your legs almost buckle beneath you as your feet hit the ground. 

“Woah,” Colton says, reaching over and supporting you. “Easy,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about the time, okay? It doesn’t matter. Whenever we get there is fine.” 

“But you said we had reservations for-.”

Colton presses his lips to yours, shutting you up with a soft kiss. “Doesn’t matter what I said earlier,” he whispers against your lips, placing his hands on your waist as he lifts you back up onto the counter. “Just sit for a minute, okay?”

Nodding uncertainly you reach over, picking up your bra from the counter and putting it back on as you watch Colton pull his underwear and pants back up. Grasping the straps of your dress you slide them back on, reaching behind you and pulling your zipper up. “I need to go get my shoes,” you tell Colton, who was still standing directly in front of you as he pulls his shirt on. 

“I’ll grab them for you,” Colton offers, stepping back from the counter. 

“I can get them. I’ve been able to walk after you’ve fucked me a lot harder than that,” you tell him, smiling teasingly.

“I’ll get them,” Colton insists, stepping back towards the bathroom door. “Which ones?”

“Okay,” you reply, drawing the word out in confusion as you grasp your underwear while he heads for the door. “The black heels, they’re beside my suitcase.” Sliding off the counter for a second you shimmy your underwear back on, glancing in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look too wrecked to go out before sitting back on the counter. 

You hear some rustling in the room and furrow your eyebrows, listening closer to try and figure out what he was doing. A couple moments later Colton reappears in the doorway, looking slightly flustered. “These ones?” he asks with a smile. 

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he assures. “You sure you want to wear these?” Colton asks, looking at the tall, strappy black heels. 

Giggling you nod, reaching out for them. You drop your hand when he doesn’t hand you the heels, instead reaching out for your foot, lifting your leg and sliding one of the heels onto your foot. “Colton,” you whine, cheeks flushing. He still managed to make you flustered when he did things like this, things so sweet and considerate and perhaps over the top that you didn’t even know how to react to the situation. “I can put my own shoes on.”

“I know you can,” he says quietly, large hands struggling with the small clasp of the strap around your ankle. Gazing down at him you can’t help the content smile on your lips, the silence in the bathroom with his intense concentration comfortable. Finally getting the right shoe on Colton moves to the left, getting that one with a lot more ease than the first. “Do you need a few more minutes?” Colton asks. 

Giggling you shake your head, taking his outstretched hands as he helps you off the counter. “I’m fine,” you assure him, turning around and looking in the mirror. Running your fingers through your hair and smoothing out your dress you glance up at Colton. “Ready when you are.”

Colton nods and reaches over, taking your hand in his and guiding you out of the bathroom and out the door into the hotel hallway. The two of you walk through the hotel and out the front door. The sun was already setting, the sky was still light but the sun was no longer hanging bright overhead. The walk through the resort was short, Colton leading the way to the gondola that would take you to the top of the mountain where the restaurant was located. 

“Colton Parayko?” the employee sitting at the booth at the bottom of the gondola asks when you two approach. 

“Yes,” Colton nods and the employee presses a couple buttons, the gondola doors opening a second later. 

“Have a good evening,” the employee tells you as Colton steps over to the gondola. He keeps his hand securely in yours, waiting for you to get onto the gondola before stepping in a moment later. Walking to the back wall he leans against it, wrapping an arm around you and gently pulling you to lean against him. 

Looking out the window as the gondola begins to slowly climb up the mountain you lean into Colton’s embrace. “What was that about? How did he know it was you?”

Colton looks down at you with a smirk, shrugging casually. “Good guess,” he comments. 

You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that it was a lie. Colton lifts one hand off your waist, pressing his fingers against your jaw to turn your head towards him. Leaning down he captures your lips in a heated kiss. “Colton,” you whisper against his lips, stopping him before he could distract you any further with his lips. 

“It’s just us tonight,” he huffs. “You’re bad at surprises.”

“Just us? Colton, this restaurant is crazy just to get reservations at. What do you mean it’s just us?” you ask in surprise, staring up at him with wide eyes.  

“Exactly how it sounds,” he tells you, pulling your body closer to his. “Will you do something for me?”

“Of course,” you reply immediately. 

“Don’t worry about anything tonight. Just enjoy tonight. Can you try to do that for me?”

You hesitate for a moment before ultimately nodding in agreement. Whatever tonight was about Colton was really trying to make it special so if all he wanted from you in return was to not worry about the how or the why then you were going to do that. “Okay,” you whisper. 

Colton smiles, leaning down and kissing your forehead gently. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you reply as the gondola door slides open. Colton slides his hand into yours, guiding you off the gondola. 

Stepping onto the platform your eyes widen as you take everything in. Lights strung up along the sides of a wooden walkway a few feet above the rocky mountainside. This high up you were able to see the sun truly setting over the top of the mountain. The restaurant walls were covered in beautifully clear windows, the inside of the restaurant was lit up in a cozy yellow glow. A gentle breeze fills your ears with the sound of the trees around you rustling. 

“Everything okay?” Colton asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Colton,” you gush, turning your body to face him. “This is, oh my god, this is incredible.”

A smile spreads on Colton’s face as he nods towards the restaurant. “Let’s go inside.”

“Because we’re already an hour late?” you joke, giggling quietly as you walk along beside him towards the restaurant. 

Colton chuckles getting to the door and pulling it open for you. “Was it worth it though?”

“I feel a little bad saying yes because you planned this,” you tell him, stepping inside and glancing back up at him. “But, yeah, it was.”

Colton smirks, stepping inside after you and letting the door shut behind. A server emerges quickly upon your entrance. “Good evening,” she greets. “How has your day been so far?” she asks, guiding you and Colton to a table in the corner next to a window overlooking the hill you had just come up, the lights of the resort twinkling nestled at the bottom of the hill. 

“It’s been good, thank you,” Colton tells her as polite as always, walking around to your side of the table and pulling your chair out for you. 

Smiling up at him you smooth your dress down the backs of your thighs before sitting down in the chair. “Thank you,” you whisper to him as he walks back around to his own side of the table. 

You and Colton agree upon the tasting menu and the corresponding wine pairings. The dinner takes a few hours though you don’t notice how quickly the time passes until the dessert plates are taken away and you notice how dark it is outside. 

“Let’s go out on the balcony for a minute,” Colton suggests, pushing his chair back and stepping over to your side of the table, taking your hand when you stand up. 

You notice immediately that his palms are slightly sweaty, his body language uncertain. “Colton?” you ask, slightly nervous by his uncertainty. 

“Yeah?” Colton mutters. 

“What’s going on?” 

Colton shakes his head in response, gently tugging you through the restaurant. Walking through the door to the balcony Colton guides you towards the railing. Stopping next to him you gaze out, looking up at the stars for a minute before turning your attention to the twinkling of the lights at the bottom of the mountain. Colton rests his hand against your lower back, his eyes fixed on you while you take in the scenery around you. The silence is more than comfortable for you, but with each passing second Colton grows more and more antsy. 

“Y/N,” Colton says, drawing your attention back to him. 

“Yeah?” you whisper, feeling a little nervous with how serious he was being. 

Colton pulls you to face him, taking both your hands in his and staring into your eyes for a minute. You hear him inhale deeply and your anxiety and confusion only grow deeper. “Y/N,” he says, eyes locked on yours, voice sounding nervous. “I love you more than I know how to express in words. Every single day I wake up thinking I love you as much as it’s possible to love anyone but every night I end up going to bed knowing I love you even more. You’re the person I want to spend my life with, the person I want to share the best parts of my life with. You’re the one I know will be there to make the bad days better,” Colton pauses, taking a deep nervous breath. 

Taking the opportunity with neither of you talking you pull one of your hands away, quickly wiping away a couple tears from your eyes while letting out a breath of laughter over your tears. “Colton,” you whisper, smiling up at him. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay,” Colton chuckles. “Because I’m not done yet. You’re the person I want to go to bed with every night and wake up to every morning. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I want to start a family with you, whenever that happens. I was ready for it this morning but we can wait as long as we want because I know that no matter when it happens it’ll be incredible,” he pauses again and this time you can see that his eyes are glossy with tears. 

“Colton,” you whisper, feeling him squeeze your hands gently. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Colton says, letting go of one of your hands as it slips into his pocket. 

Your mind feels cloudy as Colton steps back, lowering himself onto one knee while never letting go of your other hand. “Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You can feel your whole body almost shaking, heart hammering so heavy in your chest you’re pretty sure Colton would be able to hear it. Nodding quickly you wipe away a couple more tears. “Yes, of course,” you whisper as Colton takes your left hand to slide the ring on. Once he had stood back up you wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him eagerly. His hands land on your waist, holding your body flush against his, physically unable to get any closer despite the effort you both were making. It all felt like a dream. Not that you hadn’t thought about it, imagined it. You were sure that a part of you had known for a while. Knew that one day you would marry him. But you never imagined the proposal would be like this. Never imagined it would be this perfect. 

“I love you so much,” you whisper breathlessly against his lips as you pull back. There weren’t any other words to say, your heart felt so unbelievably full, like all the pieces had fallen together. 

Colton presses his lips to your forehead as you pull away. “Aren’t you going to look at it?” 

“What?” You ask, staring up into his eyes. 

Colton chuckles and takes your hand, lifting it up and sliding his palm under your fingers to straighten them out. “The ring. Do you like it?” 

Smiling you look down at the ring on your finger. It didn’t matter what it looked like to you. What mattered was that you were engaged. But even though it wasn’t the important part, the ring was indeed perfect. “I love it, Colton.”

A couple minutes later the server comes outside, carrying two glasses of champagne. “Congratulations,” she says, handing you each a glass before heading back inside and leaving you two alone again. 

Colton lifts his glass, clinking it against yours as you stare up at him, still in a slight daze. “Cheers to you, my fiancé ,” he says, emphasizing the word fiancé with a massive smile on his face. 

“To us.” 

“To us,” he echoes.

[badstoriesaboutgoodpeople]

For thirst night can you maybe write or blurb or something about Colton Parayko taking the reader's virginity? I feel like he would such an amazing sweetheart when it comes to making his girl feel comfortable and loved. Love your blog, keep up the great work!

Aw thank you!! I sure can :)

“I want to have sex with you,” you said simply, not trusting yourself to say anything more for fear of sounding stupid.

“You sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” said Colton, bringing one hand up to guide you gently away from his neck to look him in the eye.

“Please,” you said, “I’m ready.”

“Okay baby, let’s go slow, hm? Here, take my shirt off,” he said putting his arms up so you could drag it over his head. You did so, giggling slightly when it got stuck around his head. Once it was off he leaned in to kiss you again, deepening it slightly. You opened your mouth for him, letting him take over. His hands ran up and down your sides, resting on your hips before toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Can this come off?” he said, pulling away slightly. You nodded, but he shook his head lightly.

“Words baby, I need to hear you okay?”

“Yes,” you said, already slightly out of breath. Your heart was pounding, but rather than nerves you felt excitement. He tugged the worn fabric of your shirt over your head slowly, humming appreciatively when it was off. He placed a kiss on your neck before looking back up at you.

“Want to move this to the bedroom? It’ll be easier there,” he said.

“Lead the way,” you said, getting out of his lap slowly. You followed him up the stairs and down the hall into the bedroom, and he motioned for you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” he said, gesturing to his jeans, and you told him it was. You watched as he tugged the denim over his well muscles legs, and you were only pulled back to reality when you heard him chuckle softly. You felt your face heat with embarrassment but Colton just smiled softly.

“Don’t worry bub, there will be plenty of time to look later. Do you want to take your leggings off, or keep them on for a bit?”

“I’ll take them off now,” you said, rising from the bed to pull them off. You didn’t make much of a show of it, but you did catch the sharp breath the Colton took in when you did a slow turn for him once you’d removed them. In the back of your head you thanked your past self for deciding to wear a matching bra and thong today.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said as he moved to sit with his back against the headboard, before gesturing for you to come join him. You did as you were told, and soon you were situated in his lap once again, making out with him. You could feel that he was hard underneath you, but he kept his movements slow and unhurried, making sure he didn’t overwhelm you. Your bra strap had slipped off your shoulder and Colton reached up to fix it when you gently grabbed his wrist.

“You can take it off if you want,” you said, trying to keep your voice as steady as you could.

“You sure?” asked Colton and you nodded, letting go off his wrist. He reached around and popped the clasp open, and you pulled it off before tossing it over to where your leggings were.

“God, can I touch you?” he asked, biting his lip as he fought to keep his gaze on your face.

“Go for it,” you said. Colton brought his hands up to cup your breasts, gently massaging them. He rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, and you couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped your mouth. Colton smirked at you, looking proud of himself.

“Here, lay down,” he said, and once you were comfy he was on top of you, hands bracketing your shoulders. He placed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, then your lips, the hinge of your jaw, down your neck, your collarbone, and the valley between your breasts. He looked up at you and you nodded. He took your left nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before sucking gently. He repeated this on the other side, before kissing down over your stomach, under your belly button, each hip bone, then the waist band of your thong.

“Can I take this off?” he asked.

“Please,” you said, growing impatient. Colton took his time, pulling the fabric down slowly. You probably should’ve been embarrassed by just how wet you were, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Colton wedged himself between your thighs, a look of amazement on his face.

“All this for me?” he asked, and you opened your mouth to say something, apologize maybe, but Colton spoke up before you could.

“Can I taste you, please? I’ve wanted to do this for so long, god.”

“Oh please, yes please do that,” you said, thighs tensing in anticipation. Colton was slow and deliberate, running his tongue through your slit before lapping at your clit gently. He grabbed your hand and guided it down so that you could thread your fingers through his hair. Once he was content he resumed what he was doing, sucking your clit into his mouth as he slid a finger into you. You let out a moan and tightened your grip before immediately loosening it and apologizing. Colton simply shook his head the best that he could, and you took that to mean that he didn’t mind. He made you come like that, with two fingers buried in you and his tongue working incessantly. You tugged him away gently and when he came up the lower half of his face was wet and he had the biggest grin on his face that you’d ever seen.

“You taste incredible,” he said, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth in a move that shouldn’t have been hot but was anyway.

“Colton, stop stalling please, I want you in me,” you said, out of breath but already wanting more. Colton let out a small choking noise but complied, moving to grab a condom from the bedside table. When he dragged his boxer briefs down you couldn’t help but stare. Colton was tall and while you were expecting him to be proportional you weren’t quite expecting him to be, well, THAT proportional. You must have looked concerned, because as he rolled the condom on, he turned to talk to you.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow, and if it’s too much tell me and we’ll stop,” he said, returning to the bed again. He was true to his word, he went slow and paused every time you tensed up on him. Eventually he started to rock his hips slowly and you couldn’t stop the small moans that fell from your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist and brought one arm up to grip at his bicep, nails digging in slightly. He made you come like that, reaching down to rub your clit when you managed to choke out that you were close. He followed soon after you, hips twitching then stilling as he bit his lip to muffle a groan. He pulled out slowly, and wandered to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back with a warm wash cloth and gently wiped you down. He got up to toss it in the hamper, and returned wearing a pair of boxers, and carrying one of his hoodies for you to put on. He laid down and you curled into him, burying your face in his chest.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Of course baby, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, tightening his grip on you before you both fell asleep.

[captain-mcdavid]

hey liv liv im not gonna ask about leon bc i feel like im annoying so maybe some nsfw coming-home-after-a-long-road-trip hc with colton parayko?

MARTA ❤️❤️ hi hunny i miss you (and your leon thirst is never annoying)

but here’s colton!!!

it’s smut night! come talk to me!

im getting dom vibes from this gif he’s so big

k so imagine he comes home from the road trip that he had the fight with brett ritchie on

he walks through the door at like 3 in the morning

and you toe down the hall when you hear him, watching him until he notices you

“baby, why are you still up?” he scans you up and down, you’re wearing just one of his shirts and it looks adorable on you cause it’s huge

“couldn’t sleep,”

“liar,” he grins, “you can always sleep.”

you giggle when he easily lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around him, sitting at eye level.

“why are you still awake?” he asks again, and you smile at him, nuzzling your head into his neck

“i saw your fight,” you tell him quietly. you had talked after the game of course but you never mentioned the fight, and he didn’t either

(you were pretty sure he felt guilty)

“hm,” he hums against your hair

“it was really sexy.”

you can tell he wasn’t expecting that reaction cause he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows

“you were gone for a week and a half to begin with, so i was horny already and then you had to grow and throw hands with someone? it was so hot colton,”

he’s literally at a loss for words so he just kisses you

turning around he sets you on the counter, raising his shirt on you at the hips so that he can nudge his fingers into the band on your underwear.

“that’s why you’re still up? hey? cause you need me?”

all you can do is nod in response while he mouths at your neck

“i just walked through the door and you’re already begging for me to fuck you”

you nod again cause there’s no use in denying it

so he pushes you back on the counter and eats you out for literally like 50 fucking minutes.

you’re honest to god weakly trying to push his head away from you cause you’re so overstimmed

and then you ride him while he holds your hands behind your back

and when you finally finish it’s seven in the morning and the sun is coming up

you sleep for an hour before you wake him up with a blow job