#Please pet my entire face and head with one hand hard af or I'm going to meow until you do

[xphanuel]

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Kims

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Opposites Attract Colson Baker X Reader PT 3

Requested By: @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Word Count: 2,461

In one swift movement, Colson sat up and grabbed you, flipping you both so he was hovering over you, the cold of the crisp sheets against his palms and forearms a sharp contrast to the warmth of your heated skin. You let out a breathy yelp at the motion, likely from the cold, but your face returned to its relaxed yet hungry features quickly.

"Not sure what brought out this side of you...but I like it it's sexy as fuck" He acknowledged.

Y/N whined, pawing at his hips, trying to pull him in closer, desperate to feel him. Though you did manage to get his jeans past his hips, it was only just enough to feel him solid and fucking ready through his thin cotton boxer briefs.

But still, he held fast and kept his distance, captivated with watching you squirm under him, "someone's sex drive has kicked into high gear" Colson smirked.

"Please..." You all but cried out desperately.

Colson smirked down at you, brushing your wild hair back and away from your face, "Please what, my love?"

Y/N's head tipped back, rustling your H/C locks around your head like a fanned out golden hallow. However, your words and timbre that followed were anything but angelic.

"Just, fuck me." You moaned.

He growled with pleasure, "What's the magic word, Y/N?"

"Please..." You bemoaned, your hips lifting to chase any type of blissful friction.

He then rolled his hips against your core, the sensation of damp cotton and your slick heat sent a thrill through his entire system.

"Try again," He moaned back.

"Please, baby?"

"Not quite..." He ground himself to you again as your eyelids fluttered closed.

"Please...daddy?"

The first time you said it your face turned beet red when you realized the words that had just left your mouth. "It's an accident!" You had told him hoping honestly that he hasn't really heard it. But he had, "Don't be embarrassed I think what you just said sounds sexy af." He smirked in realization to your newest kink "in fact you should say it more often."

"Mmm. That's perfect." He praised, kissing you deeply.

You whined and withered into the kiss, pouring your frustration into your needy lip lock, your grip on his body nearly clawing. You felt wild; fucking ravenous, a carnal animal, a primal beast even, and at this point, the only blissful cause was the teasing and dominating creature whose body currently pinned your own.

You chased after his lips with another whine when he pulled away teasingly. While sitting on his haunches Colson appraised the half-dressed, laid-out beauty who was all but begging for him. He quickly rocked back on his heels and stood, reaching his hands out to you. With fingers linked he pulled you up to stand before he quickly scooped you up under your knees. He hoisted you against his body and walked you over to a bear skin rug displayed on the floor below. Though his hunger was palatable he deposited you surprisingly gently and you were quick to scootch to the middle of the rug, the soft array of pillows tucked behind your back.

"Strip for me babygirl," Colson instructed with a watchful eye, standing to the side of where you lay.

His deep tone rattled you and you  moved quickly to obey by pulling your dress up and over your head. You dropped it and unclipped your strapless bra, the soft fabric falling into your lap. Your gaze slipped from his as you tossed your delicates onto the floor. You then bent to unclasp the polished ankle strap of your high heels, but his sharp intake of breath stopped you.

Slowly, you raised your gaze and a questioning eyebrow at him.

"-Leave those on." He replied, his voice leaving him before he had a chance to even think about the command.

You smirked and sat back on your elbows, nodding towards his mostly clothed body, "What about you?" You asked with sweet confidence, completely naked, except for your black high heel shoes, "-It's only fair."

Colson gathered his white wifebeater at the back and pulled it over his head briskly, effectively missing his hair. You  swallowed harshly, licking your lips at his open and low strung jeans, his dick straining hard against his grey boxers, begging to be set free. You shifted uncomfortably, desire coursing through you and pounding in your ears like the roar of rushing rapids.

"Get comfortable babygirl." He stated with a nod, stepping out of his jeans and boxers next.

Biting at your lip you preened under your heavy gaze, your back straightening, chin held high, your shoulders pulled taught as he stood hard and bare before you.

Colson basked in his own view, still often blown away by everything Y/F/N Y/L/N and the multifaceted layers to you. How you went from sweet, kind and thoughtful, a friend, a sister, a talented singer, and a hard worker, to...this, was electric. How this alluring woman could go from being an ethereal creature to an enticing creature full of need and wanton and passion and hunger, qualities of which only came to light by his doing, was beyond understanding and downright intoxicating.

"Aren't you going to join me?" You asked, smoothing your hands over the soft fur of the bear skin rug below you.

His cock twitched at the words, demanding attention, "I will."

You inched your legs open a bit wider, "Well, come on then,"

Colson withered slightly at the shift, his eyes roaming over his bared fiancée, "What if I'm still looking for a show?"

"Didn't get your fill earlier?" You breathed back.

Colson shook his head slowly with a boyish smirk and knelt onto the mattress.

"Not even slightly babygirl."

On autopilot now your hands ran slowly up and down the sides and front of your body, slithering, tempting, watching the effect you had on him as he shuffled and shifted at your feet.

"Keep touching yourself."

You laid back against the pillows, fanning your hair out from under your head as you asked with a cunning smile, "Like this?"

Colson inched closer to you on his knees, "Lower."

You tracked down to cup both breasts in your hands, a soft squeeze hitching your breath, "Here?"

"Mmm, yes, and lower,"

You always listened so well that Colson couldn't keep his cool long. But these games of trust and obedience were some of his favourites. These plays for control, these demands from and for one another that never went unfulfilled. He wanted to stretch it out, really make you work for it, but in the process of making you squirm, his own need grew to the point of nausea. His mouth filled up as you slid your hands further down your body, your eyes on his, back bending slightly as your hand landed on the soft mound between your gently spread legs.

You gasped just before you dipped a finger in, "Here?"

He took himself in hand with a groan then as you began to move certain, concise circles over your clit, "Yea. Just like that."

"You like watching me, don't you, Daddy?" You whispered through another moan.

Colson hummed lowly, "How could I not? Have you seen you?" He asked. "Your hot as fuck babygirl."

You let out a breathy giggle, soon replaced with a moan as you slide your fingers into your center to gather more slick arousal back up to your clit, "Lucky for you, I love it when you watch."

Unable to speak Colson just nodded along and stroked himself, slowly, trying to pace himself, trying to stay focused, trying to allow this astonishing fantasy to play out. But he felt feverish and desperate and he could sense the very same in you. And when you picked up your pace, your back bowing so beautifully, with your breaths and moans panting his efforts unconsciously met your own.

The low pressure at the base of his spine crept up and threatened to take him over before he let himself go and grabbed ahold of both your ankles.

"Stop." He demanded with a soft tug on your legs, but you ignored him, too wrapped up and gone in the moment, "-Y/N, honey. Stop."

You whined lowly but listened, moving your hands away from your sex to grab ahold and white knuckle the fur below you in frustration.

"I was so close." You growled as you pulled your knees together, clenching your thighs to numb the pain.

He moved and inched your knees apart again, his hands gliding up your legs to open you up in front of him.

"I crave you Colson."

"Do you now?"

Nodding slowly you hummed your answer as Colson bent in and pressed his lips up the insides of your thighs, cool breath breezing across your glistening heat.

He couldn't resist another taste but you were so beyond borderline already. Still, he wanted you to come undone around him, wanted to feel you shatter while buried to the hilt. With all the build-up you both had gone through, all the flirting, the teasing, the petting, he knew he wasn't going to last too long. So he nuzzled into your velveteen folds for the second time that night and feasted on you, pushing you almost to the point of no return again.

You nearly cried actual real-life tears when he denied you for a second time and the long drawn out wail that bloomed from your chest held none of that frustration back.

"C-Colson, please. God dammit..." You weren't above begging, and especially not now. "-Please. I'm dying here."

"That's a tad dramatic." He replied with a smirk. "-You'll get yours, babygirl."

He straightened out tall and moved his hips into the moon of yours. He took hold of his dick again and pressed the throbbing tip to your slick clit. With a satisfied sigh, your hips lifted to him as he began to rub himself over your sensitive nub.

Colson's mouth hung open as he dragged himself through your slit repeatedly, often pausing at your clit to pay it some extra specific massaging attention. Watching his work, along with the lift of your hips, the way your body squirmed for him, he slid himself down to your opening, probing against you in vain a few times until he couldn't take the hunger any longer.

Letting out a low growl he entered you in one complete stroke. You breathed an erotic gasp at the stretch but soon, as he began to move, more pleasured cries burst from within your depths. His body fell forward in ecstasy, his hands bracing himself on either side of your ribs as he pulled out to drive right back into again. Your hips rolled back then, knees pulled up to your chest as he slid into you with earth-shattering ease. He bent in further and silenced your cries with his lips, kissing you sloppily as he continued to bottom out within your hot velvet grip.

"Fuck, Y/N..." Colson growled into the crook of your neck, lips and teeth pressed to your soft skin now, "-You're so wet,"

You mewled below him, hitching your knees even higher up his sides, your high heels digging into his backside, pulling him in deeper, your body arching and rolling to his breathtaking thrusts.

"Harder." You sighed when he began to fall into a methodic rhythm.

As the demanded word filled his ears he moved to comply, pushing himself back to straighten out tall. His strong hands pushed your thighs back further and opened you up wider as he drove in at an amorous yet punishing pace.

These strides, though wildly sexy, were hardly sustainable. Colson gritted his teeth and soon felt Y/N's rush of arousal coat him, could feel the pulse of your walls, the hitch in your breathing like music to his ears.

As your walls tightened further, "-Cum for my then, babygirl," Colson finally uttered.

As if on command you came with a cry of his name, your nails digging into whatever league of his flesh you could find, your legs and pussy like a vice grip around him. He somehow managed to keep from stumbling down the rabbit hole with you and began to grind along with the waves of your pleasure, pushing profanities and moans out of you at a delicious rate.

Moving you through your high Colson bent down to lave at your nipples, before trailing kisses up your chest and neck. Below him, you stilled slightly as your climax ebbed into a buzzing heat that matched the slow throw of his hips. His thrusts rolled and dragged against you salaciously but with a determined and building purpose. You moved to cup his face then, bringing his focus back to your eyes and kissed him, so softly, so tenderly, so...graciously.

He couldn't keep from kissing back hungrily though, a spike of arousal jolting through him as he continued to bury himself deep and lazy inside you. Both your  movements began to flow and swirl together like churning water, graceful, unrelenting and pure, rushing Colson towards the crest of a cascading free fall.

He knew then that he was just about doomed, and that was before you spoke.

"You feel so fucking amazing," Y/N whispered against his temple, his shuttering breaths ghosting over your sweat-slick skin.

Colson let out a guttural moan and took both your hands, stacking them above your head, lacing his fingers with yours, and holding them both captive. You welcomed the restraint though, and pulled him in harder with your legs and heels in the flesh of his ass, silently encouraging him to boil over.

"Let go," you requested, purposefully pulsing your internal muscles around his throbbing length, "- Cum for me, Colson."

And that was all it took for Richard Colson Baker to lose his goddamned mind.

"Fuck!" He groaned as his climax rocked him through to his core.

The pleasure claimed him, in every aspect of the word. Y/N rendered him speechless, boneless and mindless in one sublime moment. He bit into the soft slope of your neck as he spilled himself within your warmth, your walls milking every last drop from him, your encouragement and adoration streaming into his ears. Had it not been for the death grip you had on him, he may have very well lost himself, or blacked out, spirit floating away from the vessel kind of deal, or something equally dramatic. But instead, he was left gasping, all while likely crushing your hands and body with his own blissed-out intensity.

After a few satisfying moments, wrapped around each other, Colson rolled off you in a panting heap while you both tried to catch your breath.

"You were incredible tonight," he gushed welcoming you with open arms as you settled in close.

Your smile was soft and sleepy as you sank into the dishevelled sheets and laid out on your side, an arm tucked under your common pillow. Though there were nearly a dozen other pillows you could have used, he didn't mind, having you close was always welcome.

"What we just did is always incredible." You replied lightly.

The sun was just starting to colour the horizon in a dusky twilit dawn, accentuating the floor to ceiling view of the twinkling city skyline set off in the near distance. You both relaxed and sat in blissful silence for a few moments, hands and fingers tenderly tracing lines and divots of each other's bodies, breathing falling into sync as you basked in the tender afterglow.

//I can't explain it

I love the pain

And I love the way your breath

Numbs me of novacaine

And we are

Always high

Keep it strange

Okay, yeah, I'm insane

But you the same//