#colin shea x female reader

[imyourbratzdoll]

How about reader and Colin watching world cup or some sport games

And when one player who reader support lifts his shirt and reader was like 🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤

I really adore a lit jealous Colin and maybe smut in the end 🤤🤤🤤

As for bear Ari, how do they through the winter together?

hey honey, I'm sorry for the poorly written smut, but I hope you enjoy it! also, I think bear Ari would get through the winter well with his little fairy.

summary - colin gets jealous by how you stare at some other guy.

warning - smut, jealousy.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Colin didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. He thought you might sit to watch some random sports channel with him, get bored, and beg him for cuddles. But no, here you are, mouth agape as you stare at the shirtless athlete. His eyes squint as he swears there’s drool dripping from the side of your mouth. Colin huffs, “What do you even see in that guy? His abs aren’t even that impressive.” 

You blink, a pout growing on your lips as you turn your head to look at him. “What do you mean?” You turn your attention back to the tv and gawk at the handsome man, licking your lips as your eyes drag down his chiselled sweaty body. “He’s like… A god… So, perfect… So beautiful, I mean… Have you ever seen someone with a body like that?” You miss the growl that escapes him, a darkened look in his eyes, not noticing him moving slowly closer to you. 

Colin couldn’t take it anymore. He could feel his heart squeezing inside his chest at the thought of you finding another man more attractive than him. The green monster enters his body, making him only see green as you continue to ogle another man. You gasp as Colin grips the back of your neck and turns your head to face him. Your widened eyes meet his lust-filled ones, and a soft whimper escapes you as he crashes his lips into yours. He pushes you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you and pressing his lips harder into you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “You’re mine.”

You whimper as he grinds his bulge into your sopping cunt. His lips move against yours as if they're dancing, his tongue dominating yours before he disconnects, pulling away to watch the string of saliva break, and he buries his face into your neck, licking, sucking and biting on it. Colin feels his cock throb from the little whimpers that slip from your lips, and your nails dig into his back as he presses himself harder against you, grunting at the feeling of your damp knickers. “C–Colin… F–feels good, please….” You whine, hand moving up his back and to his hair, running your hands through the silky strands as your back arches. 

His lips crash into yours again, hips moving faster against you, and one hand grips your hips while the other cups your cheek. His end approaches quickly, grunts and groans filling the room as rubbing against you feels too good. Your little legs wrap around him, hips moving to chase his movements, your eyes slip close as you fall deeper into his kiss and the bliss of pleasure coming from your core. “You going to cum, baby? Gonna cum in your little knickers, hmm? Gonna cum just from me rubbing against you, such a naughty slut.” You moan, and your eyes roll back as you feel your juices gush out of you, turning red with embarrassment. Colin grunts, looking down to see the wet patch on the front of his undies, feeling his cock twitch. “Jesus, baby. Gonna make me cum like a goddamn teenager.” His pace picks up more, grinding harder into you until he feels thick spurts of cum shoot out of his tip and fill his boxers. 

You whine, shivering with pleasure as you watch him cum, biting your lip as you stare at the panting man with half-lidded eyes. Colin’s eyes open, catching yours before smirking. “Think you’ll be watching another man now?” You nod, and he looks at you, shocked.

“If it makes you react like this, I’ll continue to do it.” You giggle.

“Why, you little–” He cuts off as he tickles you, smiling down at you as you burst out into laughter, begging him to stop.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Get slut out & choked by baby daddy Ari or get handcuff by Colin. How would you describe your night with either one of them?

Why Not Both?

Summary: you’re dating Colin but Ari is your ex.

Pairings: Baby Daddy! Ari Levinson x Black! Reader x Boyfriend! Colin Shea

Warnings: minors dni, smut, mmf, rough sex, non/dub con, degradation, handcuffs, choking, cuckolding, oral sex

(A/N: idk what’s up with me and threesomes lately but I’m poly so 🤷🏾‍♀️ anyway like, follow, reblog with comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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You looked up at Ari with watery eyes, still couldn’t believe that this was even happening.

It wasn’t like you and Ari were together and yet he was still a jealous bastard when he heard you’d been seeing someone. Like he was trying to have some kind of pissing contest. Going off on you about how he wasn’t going to let you have some man around his son.

You hadn’t even introduced them so he literally had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t supposed to be all this and yet here the fuck you were.

To be honest you didn’t even know that they knew each other. It wasn’t like it had been planned. You hadn’t been expecting to meet someone. You think Ari was just so used to have you in the back burner that he didn’t know what to do with himself now. Was used to not having to commit while getting unlimited pussy.

Then you told him that was enough and he scoffed and told you, “bet.”

Your son had gone to your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins when you’d gotten in the house. Seeing him sitting there with your date in front. The two of them laughing like things were normal. Making you stop in your tracks.

“Ari, what- what’re you doing here? Thomas isn’t here.”

“I know,” he replied with a smirk. “Colin and I were just talking. You gotta problem with that?”

You raised an eyebrow because well yeah kind of, but before you could say anything Colin stood up. Putting his hands on your hips so he could kiss your cheek then grabbed your hand.

“Nah, she’s gonna be a good girl. Aren’t you?” Colin asked with a smirk.

Sure you’d heard all about his reputation. Had been told it would just be better to stay away, but so far everything had been good. The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. He’d been pretty patient with you.

“You know all this time, I thought maybe you’d been playing hard to get but then I find out that you have a man this whole time and you didn’t tell me.” He chuckled.

You laughed glancing over at Ari and shaking your head. “No, we’re-,”

“It’s okay,” he cooed before placing a big kiss in your lips. “We already talked about what we’re going to do to you. Gotta make it up to us that you were trying to play games.”

“I wasn’t!” You protested.

He grabbed your face. Squeezing your cheeks between his hands. “You don’t have to lie to me, but you do have to make it up to me.”

That’s when he grabbed you making you turn around so your back was to his chest. Putting his nose in your ear.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” He whispered into your ear. Grabbing your hands as Ari stood up to stand in front of you.

He grabbed your face forcing you to look up at him. “I told him how much of a fucking slut you’ve been,” Ari said, just as the snap of metal went around both wrists.

“Wait,” you said, trying to pull away, but Colin gripped your arm a little tighter. “Hey!”

“All you have to do is listen,” Ari said with a curl in his lip, his fingertips pressing harder against your cheeks then finally moving down to your neck.

That’s when Colin started copping a feel. His hands coming to grope your tits. Pinching your nipples and making you jump as he pushed his crotch against your ass. “We’re not gonna hurt you too bad,” Colin whispered in your ear. “You know I would never hurt you, Baby.”

With that he picked you up. Made you gasp and kick even though your hands were tied. Neither him or Ari giving a shit when the protests started spilling from your mouth as they carried you to your bedroom.

As your hands were tied they couldn’t just pull your shirt off, but goddamn Colin was just dying to see your tits. If ripping it off was the way to go so fucking be it. “Colin!” You yelled.

“I’ll buy you a new one, Baby,” he said with a wink.

“Please don’t rip my bra,” you begged. “It was expensive.”

“I’ll. Buy. You. A. New. One,” Colin said. Rubbing your cheek before picking you back up so he could shove you to the ground.

It wasn’t like you and Colin hadn’t messed around yet. It’s just you hadn’t had sex. Now he was taking turns with Ari shoving his dick down your throat.

Ari grabbed your hair as he fucked your face. Colin took out his phone so he could film it. The both of them clearly having fun with using your mouth. Laughing over you.

When they had their fill they picked you back up to place you on the bed. Ass in the air and nowhere to hide as they started playing with you. Fingers going into your pussy as the other one smacked your ass.

They were treating you like some kind of sex toy. Normally that would have been fine, but it had just caught you so off guard. All you could do was take it as they both had their ways with you.

Then Ari sat back. Wanting to watch as Colin filled you up. Fisting his cock. Tossing out words at you that he knew you liked to hear.

“Damn, Baby, you should have told me you liked this kind of shit before. Coulda been fucking you like this sooner,” Colin said into your ear as he made you cum for the umpteenth time.

That was the worst part. Was that you were so responsive. You couldn’t help it though. Ari knew you. Knew you liked it rough. That even when you acted like you didn’t want it, all he had to do was show you that you did. That’s just the kind of little slut you were.

He was okay with another man fucking you, as long as he got his access.

[nana1000night]

Random Thoughts

You are not girl who has the ambition to 'fix' those frat boy and womanizer.

You knew you didn't have the card to play with him, and it's only exist in the fairytale that girl use her love to melt and pull a heart of wanderer back.

Colin Shea, your childhood friend and your old crushed on, is the one.

You can't deny that you never dreamed about testing the power of love. But when you saw his all girlfriends, the way he treats his girlfriends, all the flirting, laughing and his high standards, the bubbles popped and then you swear never showed him.

"Jellybean, I'm home!" Colin's voice awake you from your slumber, the dreams about dating him always sweet.

No wonder it's only just a dream.

"Colin, need water?" You stand up and fold thr blanket, put it on the sofa, and step into the kitchen.

"Um...yeah..I need to take a shower first to get your kiss. Waiting for me, 5 minutes, pleaz...."

You smiled when he disappeared in bathroom. Prepared the pain killer and a glass of water, you checked the front door is locked. And heard Colin called you.

"Hey, Jellybean! Did you changed the shampoo? Why it smell different?"

"Because it's bathroom cleaner, drunk boy."

"Huh...oh..."

Sigh, you step in the shower. take the right one and look at him

"Let me help you, okay?"

He gives you a goofy smile to flutter your heart and lowed his body.

"Sure, sweetheart. Anything for you."

When you busy with washing his hair, his arms sneak around your waist, he hummed a song but too broken to hear clear

"Does that feeling really good?"

"It's the best things happened in my life so far, and I want to married you now."

"Aww, you're too sweet, drama king. I believe there's a lot woman want to be with you."

You try to calm your heartbeat, remind you that he's drunk and he didn't know that is he talking about.

"Speak of married, why are you still not my wife now? Or at least be my girlfriend?"

"Because we're friends, Colin. All right, I need to wash those soaps so put your heads down, giant puppy."

He snuggle his head on your chest, you pet his back while opened the shower on.

"Then I must an idiot, the pearl stands in front of me but I didn't realized until now."

"Yeah yeah, you're only see me when you drunk, buddy. The rest I'll let you do it, I'm going to change my clothes."

You pushed him off and passed by, but Colin caught your forearms and trapped you between the walls and his body.

"Colin?" He stared at you, you suddenly noticed that he's awaken.

He called your name.

"Seriously, I don't know why I didn't see that obvious things until now. But you...you are the special one to me. You're beautiful, smart, friendly, funny and loyalty."

He touched your face tenderly, and his sights moved to your parted lips.

"Remember when we joined Johnny's birthday party, we played the game that to test how you trust your friend?" You nodded

"You're the only one who could touch my upper back, near my neck and I won't shivered or try to shake off. Even my brain didn't acknowledge, my body was already trust you enough to be mine."

You could smell the whiskey and tequila he drank when he's in the bar. It's drunk you now. Your distance is more and more closer.

"I'll say that again when tomorrow come, Jellybean. but now, give me my kiss."

a/n: Don’t know why I want to write this...but I just couldn't leave the friends to lovers trope(*/ω＼*)

[starryevermore]

peachy keen: the new guy (1) ✧ colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale

peachy keen ✧ a colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale anthology | ao3

pairing: colin shea x fem!reader x mickey henry x jake jensen x ransom drydale; andy barber x fem!reader (one-sided) 

summary: you were used to life with your boys. but life decided to throw you a curveball. 

word count: 1,031

warnings?: honestly just a lot of talking about blowjobs, kind of slut shaming, ransom’s a bit of a dick, pet name (peaches), not proofread. 

note: this is more of an anthology than a series. every part exists in the same universe, but parts can be read in any particular order. there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

Sometimes—most of the time—you wanted to kill your boys. You loved them half to death, but you were almost 100% certain that at least one of them had been dropped on their head when they were a kid. Or maybe last week. You were pretty sure that Mickey and Colin accidentally dropped Jake when he was attempting to crowd surf at the last party they threw. That had been a fun trip to the emergency room. Now you were dealing with two boys who insisted that every day should be a party, one boy that was recovering from a mild concussion, and another boy that was soon to move in and had already proven to be an absolute menace. 

“Mickey, you better put away that DJ equipment right now or, I swear to god, I will shove it up your fucking ass,” you snapped, watching as he began to set up for yet another party. “Jake’s still recovering from y’all’s last stunt.”

“Oh, c’mon, peaches, I’ll keep it down,” he swore. You were sure if you looked behind his back, you’d see his fingers crossed. 

“Put the equipment away now, or I won’t suck your dick until Jake’s fully recovered.”

Mickey stared at you in the same way a child who’s been caught with a hand in the cookie jar would look at the parent who caught him. “But that’s not gonna be for weeks!”

“Hm, something to consider then.”

“Wait, if we’re punishing Mick, can my dick still be sucked?” Jake asked, his head popping up as he pushed himself into a sitting position on the couch. 

A smile curled across your face as you walked over to Jake, climbing onto his lap, pushing his shoulders down so he was laying down again. His hands grasped at your lips, squeezing you tight. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his lips before trailing down to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “Baby boy, you know you can have me any way you want me.”

“If you keep spoiling him like that, I don’t think he’s ever going to recover,” Colin laughed from his seat in the nearby recliner. 

You raised up, shooting a glare his way. “You don’t get a say in how I decide to take care of Jakey when you’re half of the reason he’s hurt.”

Jake turned his head the best he could in the position he was in to look at Colin. “Yeah, you listen to peaches! If she says my daily blowjob is necessary to my healing process, then you just have to deal with it!” he said, finishing his sentence with an ever so childish move of sticking his tongue out. 

“Maybe I’ll go give myself a concussion so I can get this preferential treatment,” Colin grumbled. 

“You’ll get no sympathy from me if you do that, pretty boy,” you said. 

“Well, what if I give Colin a concussion? Will he get sympathy blowjobs then?” Mickey asked. 

“I might just have to suck his dick to piss you off, Mick,” you said. “And you definitely wouldn’t be getting your dick suck until after both my boys heal if you did that.”

“So what you’re saying is that this is a lose-lose for me.”

“I mean, if you do nothing, you still got blowjob privileges.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that, peaches?”

“Well, if we’re doing things for the sake of fun, I know it’ll be a lot of fun of tie up a certain naughty boy up and make him see how well I treat my good boys.”

“Now that’s just not fair!” Mickey protested. 

“Listen, if you insist on throwing a party, fine. But just know that Colin’s gonna be the only one touching your dick for the next month or so.”

Mickey’s jaw dropped, his eyes bugging out. Oh, he hates that. Being left out. You were sure that, if he was able to, he’d knock out the walls in all of your bedrooms, buy a California King bed, and just have all of you sleep together comfortably instead of squishing into whoever’s bed you all ended up in any given night. To say that neither you nor Jake would give him the attention he so craved...God, it probably killed him inside. Which was exactly why you said it. His own actions had hurt your baby boy, and while he was undeniably apologetic about hurting Jake, it seemed he hadn’t learned his lesson. And you weren’t about to let that kind of behavior slide. 

For a fleeting moment, the apartment was silent. But, all things must come to an end. 

“Damn, Mickey, I see why you’ve nearly retired the party animal act now. If I had a slut like that at my beck and call, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere either.”

“Don’t call her that!” Colin snapped.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jake said, sitting up and staring at the man who’d just entered the room.

“Listen, man, don’t—” Mickey started. 

“Who the fuck do you are?” you said, staring down the bastard who’d just came in. 

Seriously, who the hell was he? You eyed him. He was tall, perhaps taller than Jake or even Colin. He had a sort of arrogant look in his eye. Hell, he had a sort of arrogant look in his entire body. He stood with his back straight, shoulders back, chin titled upwards. He looked like one of those pompous assholes who’d come into your boss’s firm straight out of Harvard or Yale. The kind of man who just expected everything to be handed him. And, well, if you had to hand anything to him, it was that he at least seemed to have a decent sense of style. Certainly better than Colin’s general lack of clothes or Jake’s cheesy graphic tees or whatever the hell Mickey could throw together. But, dammit, no matter how cozy that cable knit looked, all you wanted to do was slap that damn smirk off of his face. And—

Was that a suitcase? Why the fuck did he have a suitcase?

“Ransom Drysdale.”

“And why the hell are you here?”

“I’m your new roommate.”

[fangirlovestuff]

Colin Shea masterlist

main masterlist

all readers are female unless specified otherwise<3

* - indicates smut, 💞 - personal fave

oneshots:

Knocked it Out of the Park 💞

blurbs / headcanons:

Hot Pool Stranger 

Halloween Headcanons - various cevans characters

series:

A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader:  completed  💞

ch.1  ch.2  ch.3  ch.4  ch.5

summary: You were planning of spending a low-key Christmas at home, when your neighbor / maybe crush asks you for an interesting favor... for you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his judgy family off of his back. The results? misundersandings, epiphanies, and some holiday spirit.

more to come!

[twittytelly]

Visual Fixation

Colin Shea x Female Reader

A/N: So in typical me fashion, the first time I write for Colin for around a year, and it isn’t for AUG! 🤣 (Don’t worry, there will be an epilogue one day - I want to finish my half-written fics and get on top of my entries for writing challenges first.) But, it was so much fun to write for Colin again. And look - I made a mood board on Canva! I feel like a proper fanfiction writer now! 😄😂

Summary: Coffee shop AU. Colin doesn’t usually frequent this coffee shop, but he can’t help but notice that you have an attribute that he can’t get enough of.

Warnings: One bad language word, one sexual reference and a bit of a glasses kink (if that’s a thing) if you squint.

Word count: 1472

It is a truth universally known that 90s teen movies are wrong when it comes to girls in glasses. No, we all know that no one looks like a completely different person sans spectacles. It's the implication that people who wear glasses cannot be hot.

Colin wouldn't describe himself as a fussy man, especially when it came down to the fairer sex. His friends would jokingly say that his type was anything with a pulse, and while he would argue that it was a bit of an exaggeration, it was no lie that he was a big fan of the female form no matter what shape or size she came in. And if they were a fan of Colin's smooth charm and sexy confidence? Even better.

Despite not having preferences, there was something that Colin dug more than anything. It wasn't something that he had ever told anybody about, but for almost as long as he could remember a girl in glasses drove him wild.

It started with Sally Henderson in third grade. Colin couldn't be sure if it was just the glasses, but the way the round, pale pink frames with blue speckles sat on rosy, freckled cheeks made her the most beautiful girl in the world to his eight-year-old mind. As all first crushes are, it was all consuming, made up of not-so-sublte glances, chat-up lines taken from after school specials and red tinged tips of ears. Eventually, it came to a head with a wedding ceremony performed by Eddie Vogel beneath the monkey bars. It wasn't Colin's first choice for a venue, but the school yard had limited options.

As is the case with these things, feelings fizzled out as quickly as they came, but Colin's preference for glasses stayed. He would never be able to tell if the thing existed before Sally, or because of her. One thing he does know is that a part of him would always be a little bit disappointed that she ended up getting laser eye surgery. He wondered if that would count as reasonable grounds for divorce, but a marriage that was consummated by eating haribo rings off each other's fingers probably wasn't legally binding.

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Colin didn't intend on stumbling into that coffee shop on that bright Tuesday morning, but he needed somewhere with decent Wi-Fi, so he could research recording studios. As much as he loved his local 24-hour diner, he didn't fancy standing on a particular table waving his arm about to try and get a sliver of signal. His band was just starting to gain traction locally, and they needed a decent EP to have any chance of meeting with any labels. Also, a decent coffee might've been the perfect antidote for the slight hangover that was stomping about Colin's mind.

The coffee shop was light and airy. Exposed brick and wooden beams made the place hip and trendy, but the pump velvet couches and armchairs gave off a cosy vibe. Looking at the blackboard, Colin gave a sigh of relief as he realized that the coffee shop wasn't 'too cool'. Colin may have been a musician, but he couldn't stand the pretentious hipster-type places. After picking up his order, he manoeuvred through the velvet maze trying to find a free table when his eyes were drawn to thick, plastic tortoiseshell.

Colin did a double take to find you sitting at a table to yourself, eyes trained on your laptop as you typed furiously, only pausing to take a sip of your tea; the steaming pot sat to your left indicated that you were intending to stay for a while. Colin strategically seated himself at a nearby table that kept you in his eyeline, he watched you like a hawk while he ate. As your eyes stayed glued to your screen, Colin wondered if you knew how adorable the faces you pulled as you concentrated were. The tip of your tongue peeking out between your lips as it glided from one corner of your mouth to the other, the way you scrunched your nose causing your glasses to shift. Oh. The glasses. The glasses perfectly accentuated your radiant beauty. But then, as if you'd read his mind, your left hand left the keyboard, subconsciously you used your index finger to push your glasses back up your nose. Colin Shea was officially a goner.

As if you'd felt Colin's glare, you glanced up and turned to Colin's direction. Colin became so flustered as he hurriedly picked up his phone, that he almost dropped it into his coffee mug. He quickly turned away from you, hoping that you hadn't noticed him staring; so quick that he didn't notice the smirk that was painted on your face, or that you'd adjusted your glasses again as your eyes took in the view before you.

Soon enough, both you and Colin were engrossed in your work. As time ticked by, mugs were refilled to the soundtrack of the tap tap of keyboards. Colin was making good progress with his research, and had written down the details of a few studios ready to discuss with the rest of the band at their next rehearsal Deciding to reward himself with more caffeine, he made his way to the counter. With his back turned, he didn't notice you finish up and start to pack your laptop away until he had picked up his order and started to head back to his table, where he couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was so transfixed by you that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Walking into a chair, Colin dropped his mug, spilling hot coffee down himself.

“Argh! Shit!” he yelled, his face scrunched in pain.

Before he knew it, Colin felt something dabbing at his chest. Tentatively opening his eyes, all he could see was you, wad of napkins in hand trying your best to clean him up. God, you were so much more beautiful up close. Breath knocked out of him, he was frozen in place as he watched you take care of him. After a few seconds you felt Colin's gaze burning your skin and your eyes met with his. A shy awkwardness enveloped you both as you realized how close up and personal you were, despite never saying a word to each other before.

“Erm… Are you okay?” you muttered, trying to break the ice.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for coming to my rescue,” Colin said, trying to sound suave. But, a brainwave hit the pair of you at the same time as you both nervously looked down to find your hand resting on Colin's... chest.

You recoiled as if you had been the one burnt by the hot liquid as Colin felt heat rush to his cheeks. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you spotted Colin's mug on the floor and kneeled down to retrieve it. In Colin's mind there was nothing worse that you could do, as he had to remind himself that you were in a public space. As you grabbed the mug, you looked up and made eye contact with Colin again. There, the image of you knelt before him, eyes looking over the rim of your glasses was permanently etched onto Colin's mind, and he instantly knew that that image would be the source of many cold showers. Pushing the thought to onside, Colin offered his hand to you as he helped you to your feet. Not knowing what to say, you both shuffled on the spot. Colin decided that this was his chance to strike.

“Do you want to go and have a drink with me?-”

“Can I get you another coffee?-” Both you and Colin said in unison, before bursting into laughter.

Looking Colin up and down, you considered his offer. You didn't know this handsome stranger's name, but every fibre of your being was screaming at you to accept his invitation. Smirking, you looked into his ocean blue eyes.

“Okay, that sounds good, but on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You wear a t-shirt that isn't coffee stained.”

Colin snorted as he tried to stifle a laugh, causing butterflies to erupt.

“I'll see what I can do.” Colin replied flirtatiously, “And I'll take that coffee on one condition, you keep those glasses on at all times.”

You were slightly taken aback, by Colin's proposition. No one had ever taken such an interest in your glasses, however this was gonna go down, this was going to be fun.

“Sure,” you said trying to sound as confident as possible, you stretched your arm out to offer a handshake. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

Colin grabbed your hand and gave you a firm handshake.

“It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Y/N, I'm Colin.”

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[onsunnyside]

𝘾.𝙎. – Smut

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒇𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

week 1 - day 3 - kinktober - voyeurism - roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

warning - voyeurism.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“Bambi!” Colin calls as he flips through movies before settling on a sexual one. Smirking to himself, he hears the patter of feet running towards him. He turns his head and watches his tiny roommate run into the room, a giant smile on her face as her arms are full of snacks. Dropping everything down onto the small coffee table before planting herself next to Colin.

Her doe-like eyes stare at the tv screen before darting to Colin. “What are we watching?” Colin holds back the smirk that threatens to come out and moves his arm behind Y/n’s head. “Just a new one, Bambi. You trust me, right?” Her eyes widen even more. Launching herself towards him, hands latched onto his topless form. “I do! I do! I trust you so much!” Tears brim at her waterline. 

Colin strokes her cheek, “hey, it’s okay, Bambi. Now, are you comfy? Do you need to change before we start?” His eyes check out how cute she looks in his ‘lick me’ shirt and how well her ass looks in those plain white cotton knickers with the little pink bow on the front. His cock twitches as he can see the outline of Y/n’s cute little pussy. Y/n curls her legs up, pulling the blanket Colin brought in against her, making sure to place some on him so he doesn’t get cold.

“I’m comfy. Watch movie now?” Your doe eyes cause his cock to harden in his grey trackies. He nods, bringing you closer, and having you snuggle into his side. He grabs the remote, presses play, and the movie starts. During the film, they whisper, eat snacks and cuddle. Colin takes a sharp breath as her hand grazes his cock. Y/n looks up. “Are you okay?” Colin quickly nods.

As you both focus on the movie again, an incredibly steamy sex scene emerges. Colin feels the couch move slightly before noticing that you are squirming. Your bottom lip is between your teeth as your eyes are glued to the tv, Colin’s face is facing the screen, but his eyes keep flickering between you and the screen. Colin’s ears pick up a soft whimper exiting your lips as the man in the movie goes down on the woman.

There’s some movement in the corner of his eye. He turns slightly and watches your small hand slip between your thighs. Colin’s mouth opens, shocked. His eyes are no longer focused on the ‘movie’; instead, his gaze is laser-focused on your fingers. Those fingers are rubbing that little button you hide from him. Your fingers are doing the figure eight motion, eyes dazed as your mouth drops open, and soft whimpers constantly exit your mouth.

His cock, twitches, wanting attention. His thick heavy member is hardened underneath his trackies. He watches your head roll back, your eyes half-lidded. His gaze then focuses back on your fingers before slipping his hand into his pants. Slowly stroking his cock, grazing the tip with his thumb, rubbing the pre-cum that leaks out of it around. His eyes threaten to close, but Colin doesn’t want to miss out on your cute little facial expressions and how you innocently touch your clit.

Colin wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, taking his time stroking it, giving his cock a squeeze, tightening his grip as he twists his wrist while stroking up and down. Colin runs his thumb over his tip now and then, the movie is forgotten. Colin hears a slight whine leave you, your hand slipping underneath your knickers. A soft gasp leaves your lips, your fingers grazing your clit before slipping down to your small hole, wanting to get rid of the tingly feeling you are feeling. 

A finger slips in, and a moan falls from your lips. It’s as if you’ve forgotten Colin was there, but he wasn’t complaining. His cock throbs in his hand, enjoying how you let out little sounds of pleasure. Colin’s eyes are dazed, watching your fingers speed up, curling into your spot. A louder but still soft moan leaves you. The room is filled with the groans from the movie, the whimpers and whines coming from your lips and the silent panting coming from Colin’s.

Squeezing the head of his cock, his hand starts to move faster, occasionally massaging his balls as Colin feels his end approaching. He squeezes the base to stop himself from cumming, wanting to see you cum first. He notices you start curling into yourself, back arching and fingers fastening, “oh… oh… Colin…” His name falls faintly from your lips, causing his cock to twitch wildly before his cum shoots out of him, covering the inside of his pants. You whine while cumming, once you are both done. Your face turns a bright red, noticing Colin looking at you, his face flushed, sweat gathered on his forehead and neck, his eyes completely black, a dark look on his face. Your eyes travel down his body wide, noticing his chest wet before focusing on the damp patch forming in his pants. Subconsciously licking your lips at the sight, imagining what it would taste like, the movie still playing in the background.

“I… um…” Colin leans closer, grabbing the hand that remains in your knickers. He pulls it out. Keeping eye contact while he brings it closer, the fingers glisten when the light hits them. Colin brings them toward his mouth before wrapping his lips around them and sucking your juices off, swirling his tongue around them, not wanting to miss your taste. His eyes darken as he stares into your eyes, tasting you on his tongue.

Your doe eyes are filled with lust, and soft whimpers leave you as you feel the tingles come back, slick, gathering between your thighs. Colin pulls your fingers out of his mouth, licking his lips. He tucks a piece of hair that has fallen behind your ear. 

“What was that, Bambi?” You blink, unsure. You shrug, your brows furrowed as you fold into yourself. 

“I… We… You put on the– the movie and– and,” Y/n takes a deep breath, thinking you’ve done something wrong. “I– I got these tingles….” Nervously tugging on his shirt, Colin licks his lips at the sight, especially knowing you touched yourself while wearing it. He’ll never wash it again.

“How about I show you a better way to get rid of those tingles, Bambi?” Colin watches you squirm and rub your thighs together, nodding softly while staring at him with those big innocent eyes he has dreams about.

He quickly grabs and picks you up, heading off to the bedroom. Smirking, the porn left on TV was still playing.

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peachy keen: tiny victories (2) ✧ colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale

peachy keen ✧ a colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale anthology | ao3

pairing: colin shea x fem!reader x mickey henry x jake jensen x ransom drydale; andy barber x fem!reader (one-sided) 

summary: living with ransom is gonna be the death of you, you’re sure of it. 

word count: 1,387

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, mommy kink, subby!jj, ransom’s an asshole, not proofread

note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

“Shh, baby, let mommy take care of you,” you whispered, your lips grazing over the shell of Jake’s ear. “Don’t gotta do a single thing. Just let mommy do all the work for her baby.”

“Please, mommy, need you so bad,” Jake whined, rutting his hips against yours. “Can’t take it no more, please please please!”

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

You sank down on his cock, gasping as he filled you. It was almost unfair, how Jake was basically the complete package. Cute face, killer bod. Cared about family, both of the biological variety and of the found family variety. Complete goofball. And a monster cock? It was like God was trying to smite you when he brought Jake into your life. 

Your grip on his broad shoulders tightened, nails digging into his flesh, leaving little half-moon indentions in his pretty skin. “Shit, baby, fits just right,” you groaned, rolling your hips. “Could just stay like this forever, keep your cock warm all day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Take you wherever I go. Take you to the office and show everyone just how good of a boy you are.”

“Show your stupid boss that I don’t share with him.”

“That’s right, baby, you only share with Mick and Colin. But right now, I’m all yours.” You pressed a soft kiss to his, moaning at the way they fit together so well. “Just wanna take care of my baby boy. Wanna make you feel so, so good.”

You began to bounce on his cock, your eyes rolling back as his cock hit just the right spot with every stroke. God, you’d been needing this. Been needing the release only fucking a good cock could bring. Work was stressing you the hell out. Your boss had a big case coming up and was working you to the fucking bone while finding subtle ways to suggest you’d be better off with him every chance he got. Then add the new roommate situation?

Fuck the new roomate—but not the way you’d fuck your boys. Ransom fucking Drysdale was the fucking scum of the earth. Ever since he’d moved in, he’d taken every fucking opportunity to make jabs at your relationship with boys. Sometimes outright calling you the boys’ whore, sometimes being more subtle in the way he tore down. 

It made you want to kill Mickey. First, he hurt your Jake. Then, he invites an absolute fucking asshole to live with you. If you didn’t love the man so much, you’d consider kicking him to the curb. But the fucker had a good heart, saw the good in people even if they didn’t deserve it. Almost made you want to believe there was something good in Ransom. But that trust fund prick was grating on your every last nerve, seemingly determined to drive you over the edge in the worst ways possible. 

“Mommy, more! Please, mommy, need you so bad!” Jake gasped, his big hands gripping your hips, his hips snapping up to meet yours. 

“All yours, baby, all yours,” you said. “Fuck, I’m boutta cum.”

Before Jake could say anything, even think to tell you, you felt him reach his orgasm, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim. “Sorry, mommy,” he whimpered. “Didn’t mean to cum without your permission.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you assured him, reaching up to the scratch at his hair. “Ah, shit!”

Stars exploded in your vision, ecstasy washing over you in wave after wave after wave. You collapsed on Jake’s chest, gasping as you tried to gain your bearings. Shit, you needed this. You needed this kind of release so bad. 

“Did I do good, mommy?” Jake whispered. 

“So good, baby. Made mommy so happy,” you said, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Are you ready to sleep now? Did mommy wear you out?”

“Mhm. Mommy stay for cuddles?”

“Mommy stay for cuddles.”

Jake slid down the mattress so you both were fully laying down, then rolled over so you both were on your side. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his face buried in your chest. You began to play with his hair, deep in thought as you waited for him to fall asleep first. Soon, his quiet snores filled the room. 

You laid there a while, trying to will yourself to sleep, but sleep never came. So, you slowly unwound yourself from Jake and padded out of the room, hoping that maybe a midnight snack might be able to lull you into a dreamland. 

You weren’t the only one looking for a midnight snack. 

“So...” Mickey said, watching as you grabbed a brownie. Things had been awkward between the two of you ever since Ransom moved in. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“You know what. Ransom,” he said. “He just...he’s in a rough spot. I thought we could help him out.”

“You don’t have to be nice to everyone you meet, Mick. Some people are always gonna be assholes.” You sighed. “Besides, does he even have a job? How’s he supposed to chip in to the rent?”

“He had a trust fund...”

“Had is the operative word,” you said. “Listen, I understand why you said he could move in. But you gotta understand if I get to the point where I say he’s gotta move out.”

“I do understand. I just...He’s just rough around the edges, you know?”

“I’m willing to see if this can work,” you conceded. “But if I have to put my foot down...”

“I know. And I won’t fight you on it. Promise.”

“Thank you.”

There was a quiet shuffling of feet, and you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle, a face nuzzling against your neck. You turned the best you could, seeing Jake clinging to you like a baby koala to its mother. “Hey baby boy,” you cooed, reaching a hand out to scratch at his hair. 

“You left me.” You could feel his pouted lips against your neck. 

“I was getting a snack, baby boy.”

“You coulda asked me to get it.”

“I didn’t wanna wake you.”

Jake nipped at the spot where your neck meets at your shoulder. “You need more sleep than I do, Miss Works-til-Six-Every-Night-Then-Brings-More-Work-Home. I already sleep weird hours. I can handle getting mommy a drink.”

“Next time, I’ll wake you up,” you promised. You both knew you wouldn’t. 

“You’d better.”

It was a sweet moment. You’d missed moments like these. They were few and far between nowadays, especially when they were so quickly ruined by your new roommate. For a second, you thought you were in the clear, that you might be able to just have a nice moment. But it seemed like fate had other plans.

“So, is this where the orgy is?” Ransom smirked, looking between the three of you. “Do I finally get a front row seat now or am I just supposed to listen through the walls like I have been?”

“You’re fucking gross,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“Not nearly as dirty as you though,” he said. “Tell me, how do you end up being so desperate that you need three cocks on constant rotation?”

“Dunno. But clearly not desperate enough to add a fourth cock.”

His jaw clenched. “You’d be lucky to fuck me.”

“You know, given how obsessed you are with my sex life, I think you’d be the one who’s lucky if we ever fucked.” You smirked, watching as his face turned red. “But don’t worry, we won’t ever have to find out who’s the lucky one, ‘cause you’d never get the chance to even see my pussy, much less touch it.”

“Why you little—”

“What? Whore? C’mon, you’ve been here a week. It’s getting old. Gotta up your insults.” You grabbed Jake’s hand, tugging him out of the kitchen. “Hope you have fun with your hand, bud! ‘Cause that’s the closest your gonna get to getting laid since no one’s gonna want to fuck a trust fund prick who’s lost his trust fund.”

And as he swore and cursed at you while you walked away, you allowed yourself to revel in your tiny victory. Ransom would come back full force with his insults in the morning. But for now, you had the upper hand, and that victory was so, so sweet. 

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A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader

Ch. 5 - All I Want For Christmas...

a/n - hey lovely people!! merry christmas to all who celebrate it, and i hope everyone had / is having a wonderful day. sorry this is a little later than i usually post, but hey - it’s still today:) Enjoy!<3

ch.1  ch.2  ch.3  ch.4

Summary: You have something you need to tell Colin, but you don’t really know how he’d react...

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: curse words i think, innuendos

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"Merry Christmas guys! Goodnight!" you said as you grabbed your jacket.

"I'll escort you downstairs," Colin hastily got up as well and followed you outside.

"What's up?" you asked him as you unlocked the door to your apartment as quietly as you could.

"Are you alright?" he asked you, and you mentioned for him to be quiet before ushering him into your apartment.

"I'm fine," you shrugged. "Is that all? Because you should probably go back to –"

"Are you sure?" he looked into your eyes as if looking for something. "Because you were acting a little weird this evening, and I just wanna make sure it's not because I crossed any boundaries or the kiss yesterday or whatever…" he trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

"No, you uh, you didn't cross any boundaries or whatever. If you hadn't kissed me it would've seemed weird and blown our cover," you chuckled nervously.

"Then what aren't you telling me?" he insisted.

"Nothing you'd wanna hear," you mumble, and then, louder, add, "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"I do wanna hear," he put his arm on your shoulder. "I know you're just my pretend girlfriend, but –"

Your chuckle cut him off. "See, it's all pretend, so you can go back to your family now."

"Are you regretting this? Is that what this is about? Is my family too much or something?"

"No, Colin, you're too much," you shrug helplessly and step away from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he frowned, his hand falling to his side.

"It means pretending to be your girlfriend sucks for me," you lamented, "because if I didn’t wanna just pretend, you'd never want that."

"Do you? Want it to be more than just pretend?" he asked, his jaw clenching.

You just stared into his eyes and sighed, your eyes nearly filling with tears as you shrugged in defeat and nodded slightly.

"Tell them I can't come tomorrow. That a work thing popped up. Sorry," you said after a moment, looking away from him and at the floor.

Wordlessly, he left your apartment, closing the door behind him. A tear escaped your eye, but you wiped it away and let out a ragged breath. Now that he knows, he's not going to talk to you ever again. But it's whatever, right? It's not like you actually broke up with your boyfriend.

It was all just pretend.

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The next day, you didn't leave your apartment in fear of running into any of them. Instead, you stayed in, watching Christmas movies and munching on snacks. That was, after all, your original plan.

In the afternoon, you heard a bunch of voices coming from the hall. You couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but you did hear one 'goodbye', which told you they were finally going away. Not that them going away would change your predicament, but still, it was a comfort knowing you could now step out of your apartment if you wanted to.

Right now though, that was the last thing you wanted to do. You waited out the entire day in your apartment, wallowing in self pity. You could afford one day.

The next morning, you were up early, thinking there wasn't a chance of you running into anyone on your way to the mall. You had the day off of work, and you were planning on spending it doing some… consumerism therapy.

But as you were locking the door behind you, you heard the sound of the door on the other side of the hall opening. For a split second, you thought about pretending you were actually coming back and just getting into your apartment, but it was too late as you heard Colin call your name.

"Good morning," he said. You turned around to find him half naked, with only his pants on, and god you did not want to have this conversation like that.

"Hi," you answered, averting your gaze to the contents of your bag, pretending to rummage around in it. You started walking towards the stairs, and you were just about to walk down when –

"Can we talk? Please?" Colin asked.

"We just did," you feigned an innocent smile, but before you could take another step down he stepped forward and grabbed your wrist. You turned around sharply but the words got stuck in your throat once you saw how close to you he was, looking up at his sincere blue eyes.

"Please? I have coffee inside if you want some."

You could just walk away. It's not like you owed him anything. But… you did owe it to yourself. Some sort of closure would be nice, and also, you can't possibly avoid your closest neighbor for the rest of your stay in this apartment and you can't really buy another one.

"I would like some coffee," you shrugged and followed him back into his apartment.

The Christmas decorations were still up, but you didn't have much Christmas spirit in you as you sat down in front of Colin, blowing on your mug a little before taking a sip.

"So?" you simply asked, raising your eyes to meet his.

"So…" he chuckled nervously, "I guess I just wanted to talk to you about the other day. I know my family kind of freaked your out and I'm sorry."

"Yeah, um, it's fine," you answered airily. "Anything else?"

"I mean, there was the matter of, well," he scratched the back of his neck, "us?"

"What about 'us'?" you chuckled.

"You know, just that, what you said wh-"

"Look, I'm sorry. We don't have to bring it up. We're just neighbors. I did you a favor. It's alright, really."

"But what if I do want to bring it up?"

You clenched your jaw, ready to retaliate but then he spoke up again, "I mean, this weekend… look, I love my family, but I rarely like them. Having you here made it bearable. And well," he looked down, "it made me realize I do want a girlfriend. Or something. And uh, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have dinner sometimes. With me." He flashed you a quick smile that faded as he anxiously awaited your response.

"The fact that you want a girlfriend is nice for you. But I don't… I don't know if… Colin, I don't want someone who will walk out on me every time things get serious, or emotional," you took a breath, "and you did."

"I only walked out because I didn't know what I wanted. It seemed like the right thing to do. But now I do know." He grabbed your hand in his and this time, you didn't pull away. That seemed to give him courage as he continued. "I want you. And I can't absolutely promise you that I will do grand romantic things, or talk about my feelings for you every day, but that doesn't mean they're not there. I don't think I'm a great boyfriend, mostly because I haven't been one in years, but I can promise to try," he smiled hesitantly.

You smiled back at him. "I don't need grand romantic things. If we do this, I just need you to want it as much as I do," you said, sincere.

"I probably want this more than you do," he winked, and you snorted. "So, what do you say, dinner?" he asked.

"Yeah, dinner. But be ready to have actual conversation. I don't put out on the first date," you smirked.

"Oh, I'm not worried. Because when you do, it's gonna be so," he leaned closer, his voice dropping down an octave, "so worth it," he smirked.

You raised your eyebrow at him, "Alright. I'm gonna go, but I'll see you tonight?"

"I'll pick you up at eight," he smiled and you chuckled. You just got up and you were ready to leave, when –

"Look up," Colin, who came to stand next to you suddenly said.

You did, to find the mistletoe, still intact. Before you could say anything, Colin crashed his lips on yours, and this time you readily leaned into his toned body, which now you remembered was still shirtless, and you gasped slightly at the impact of his lean body meeting yours. His tongue slipped past your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. When you broke apart, he brought his hand up to caress your cheek with his thumb.

"One for the road," he whispered, and you couldn't contain your giggle.

"See you," you licked your swollen lips and went outside.

You didn't what was going to happen. Sure, your and Colin's story had what some would call a rocky beginning, and you didn't know anything about the end. But there was one thing you were sure of – Colin Shea looks fucking hot with his shirt off.

But for real, his little speech gave you a very good feeling. See, you know what Colin Shea looks like when he flirts with his one-night-stands, and this?

This was different. Better. And you couldn't wait to have that with him.

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that’s it for this series! i’d really love to hear your thoughts!! as for what comes next, i wanted to participate in a bunch of holiday challenges but december is nearly over and i have a very busy week in front of me so i don’t know if i’d make it in time:( but i don’t think this is the last time you’ll hear from me (my writing, anyways) before the new year<3

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Mornings with Colin

This sounds a lot more smuttier than I meant at the end. I didnt mean to do that I thought it was a funny way to end it but it is collin anyway. 18+ just incase do not publish or post anywhere else REBLOG and comments/feedback appreciated

Mornings with Colin

I woke up to a empty bed but not exactly cold. He was recently here I knew it. And he left without saying anything or even waking me up.

I have no one to blame but myself. I was warned by the person who used to live in my appartment. She was apprently very scorned so I took everything with a grain of salt. Colin always stopped by in the morning.

Now I'm seeing that she wasn't as scorned as I thought but mearly wanted to worn me from falling for his I'm not so bad boy sweet musican act.

He didn't even wake me he could have. He could have said goodbye or something.

"Half of me was wondering if I went to my apartment if you'd be in there."

"You were sleeping but you'd have to go back there eventually."

"You know I was warned about you. You didnt even wake me up."

"You were sleeping so soundly I couldn't bare to wake that angelic face."

"But you didn't even ask me what I wanted...."

"An everything bagel with cream cheese and bacion"

"But-"

"With rainbow cookie cake"

"I love you come'ere"

"He crawled into my arms and strted kissing me"

"What can I say I know my girl."

"Mhm I was warned about your charm"

"Really?" He cocked his head, as I reached across him to the bedside table where he put the bag down and i took my bageal, still keeping it in the bag as to not make a mess.

"The girl that moved." I  I licked cream cheese off my fingers as the bagel was loaded with it. "From my appartment said you dissapear in the mornings and not to be enticed by you charm. And I have to say waking up in bed alone does nothing to discret them."

"Oh they dont? The breakfast doesn't earn me any points?"

"Oh it totally does."

He leaned in for a kiss and I gave him a peck on the lips

"You know what earns you even more points?"

"What. Wait. I'd like to figure this one out for myself I do fancy myself as a detective of all sorts. Ready for your interrogation...again?" He smirked.

(I originally ended it here fyi)

"After beeakfast- I'm hungrey."

He went to open his mouth

"Don't even." I pointed scolding him.

He let out an exasperated sound.

"How would you even know what I was going to say."

"Are you or are you not Colin Shea?"

"I am."

"I know what you were going to say."

"You look so beautiful in the morning?"

"Nice recovery but next time don't make it sound like a question."

He laughed as he cuddled with me.

"It was worth a try. But its true."

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OMG!!!! You're goddamn right I'm interested in this😝

I love you my perv twin ❤️ Congrats on the 3000 followers!

Character: I got two of our favourite soft boi's 🥴

Kinks:

Religion Kink (what? Ransom is gonna be left out of this??? lol)

Somnophilia (hmmm...I think I know which one you'll choose for this one)

Prompt:

"If you interrupt me one more time"

"Answer the phone. I dare you."

I cannot wait to see what you come up with 😜

Ah, my sweet perv twin, leave it to you to give me a prompt that is definitely going to send me straight to hell.

This is going to be so blasphemous and debauched, you guys, please be mindful! And it 100% got away from me so settle in for a long one because I have no chill when it comes to religion kinks!

Extremely filthy smut (kinda dark Colin and reader, unprotected p in v sex, f and m receiving oral sex, mmf threesome, bi male partners, dirty talk, inappropriate use of religious iconography, innocence kink, corruption kink, non-con (erring on the safe side), dub-con (definitely), dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, voyeurism, our boys are kinda OOC here but honestly I’m here for it). No minors!!!

Jake shrugged uncomfortably when you let out a soft moan, turning to face the wall and doing his best to ignore the noises you and Colin were making.

This wasn't what seminary school was supposed to be like. He had come here to grow closer to God and prepare for his career in the priesthood, something he had been wanting for his entire life. Being around other like minded young men had been something he'd been looking forward ever since he had to suffer through the lust filled pubescence of public high school. And he'd gotten to enjoy that new, chaste environment all through his undergraduate studies.

Then he moved on to graduate school, and got roomed with Colin Shea.

Colin Shea, who laughed in professors' faces as he challenged their interpretation of canon law. Or slept through their lectures. Or mocked the importance of the seven sacraments.

He may have been able to tolerate Colin, as much as he couldn't figure out what that man was doing in seminary in the first place, never mind how he was consistently at the top of all his classes. But with Colin came you, and you were a constant test to his vows.

It would have been bad enough if he only had to see you at Mass, that wicked grin and the glint in your eye a stark contrast to the chaste white of your novitiate habit, its shapeless folds barely concealing the tempting curves of your body. He could still remember the first time he saw you in chapel, the way your lips quirked when you took the sacrament igniting feelings in him he though he'd long since mastered.

But the very next day he came back from his morning lectures to find you and Colin tangled together in his sheets, your veil and habit tossed carelessly on the floor as you rose above him like some sort of goddess and moaned through your pleasure. It had almost given him a heart attack.

Every day he told himself he was going to turn the two of you in, finally get that blasphemous man expelled from the seminary so he could go back to his carefully planned path to the priesthood and hopefully a bishopric. The thought of never seeing you again always staid his hand though, as much as the sight of you was a torment for his soul.

It was the sweetest torment though. Each time he came back to their quarters to find you there he was filled with a small thrill, before it was immediately tamped down with a flood of guilt.

"Oh Colin, yes!"

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was trying to prepare for the ordination exams and the two of you hadn't left the room in almost 24 hours. Right now Colin had his face buried between your thighs under the skirt of your habit. As gloriously sinful as it was watching your naked bodies writhing against each other, there was something especially debauched about you touching each other like this when you were still wrapped in your religious garb.

You let out a beautiful lilting sigh as you drove your hips further into Colin's face and Jake slammed his book shut, turning to the two of you and growling his displeasure, doing his best to ignore the tightness at the front of his pants.

"Do you mind?" He was trying his best to stay angry, but the soft grin you were giving him as your body arched in that lovely way was making it very hard.

"Do I mind?" Colin's voice was muffled until he dragged his head out from under your habit, scowling at Jake as he ran his tongue over his slick coated lips while you ran your fingers through his hair. "If you interrupt me one more time, Jensen, I swear to god..."

"Ugh, blasphemy!" He didn't know why he bothered trying to scold the man about that, the entire lower half of his face was still coated in your arousal.

"Fuck's sake, you need to relax." Colin rolled his eyes as he rested his face on your lower stomach, hooking one hand under your knee and hitching your leg so he could press soft kisses over your inner thigh. "We were just talking about it before you came back, weren't we dove?"

"Mmm, we sure were, lover." Your eyelids fluttered closed when he ran his tongue over your slit again, slowing it to a torturous drag when he reached your clit. "Do you want some help relaxing, Jakey?"

His heart soared when you called him that, before immediately dropping into his stomach after he spent a moment considering just how you would help him relax. The wicked smirk you were giving him made him think that you knew exactly what was running through his mind, your eyes never leaving his as you rolled your hips against Colin's face.

You were so beautiful. Your mouth hanging open slightly as you let out a series of soft gasps, gazing at Jake through heavy lids and squeezing your thighs around Colin's head. His lips wrapped around your clit and you finally broke your eye contact as your back arched off the bed when you came with a strangled cry.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off yours as you came down, not even when Colin crawled up your body until he could bury his face in your neck. His mood soured when Colin turned his head to face him, chuckling darkly and running his tongue over your throat as he worked on undoing his belt.

"You should take her up on her offer, Jensen." He teased, turning his gaze back to you as he freed his cock and slid it through your slick coated folds until it caught against your entrance. "I never feel more relaxed than when I've spent a couple hours buried in this sweet little cunt."

The two of you laughed when he flushed bright red at the vulgarity, Colin pushing into you slowly until he was fully enveloped in your drenched heat. Jake had never felt more relief than when his phone buzzed across the nightstand, even when he saw his father's name pop up on the caller ID.

"Go ahead, Jensen, answer the phone, I dare you." Colin mocked before you grabbed his face and drew it back to yours for a desperate kiss.

He had to get out of there, grabbing his phone and his books and making a run for it as the sounds of you losing yourself in your pleasure threatened to rip him apart. Maybe there'd be a free table in the overcrowded library for him to finish his studying.

Even a few hours of burying himself in his books couldn’t drive you from his mind, though. The memories of the curve of your spine and the way your chest heaved when you were falling apart coming to him unbidden as he attempted to focus. Your murmured invitation echoing through his mind until he was aching with need, slamming his books down and storming out of the library before making his way back to his quarters.

The wave of relief that swept over him when he arrived to find you and Colin gone was palpable. He didn’t know what to do about the way his cock was painfully straining against the front of his slacks, the incessant thoughts of you having awoken his dark desires to a raging inferno that he wasn’t sure he could extinguish.

Normally, if the lust you drew from him became too much to bear, he could appease himself my rutting into the mattress a few times, telling himself it wasn’t a betrayal of his vows, just a balm for the pain. Before he met you he hadn’t even needed that sort of release in years, always able to maintain careful control over the lustful thoughts that seemed to plague other men.

Right now though, the soft promise of your words flooding his system with unbearable warmth until he was stripping out of his clothes in a frenzy. He set his glasses on the bedside table before sinking onto his mattress with a deep sigh and running a hand over his face. 

His gaze slid down his body to the apex of his thighs and he groaned, his cock resting heavy and painful against his thigh and staining his skin with a pearly sheen of precum. The brush of his fingers over it was almost painful, forcing his breath out in a sharp hiss. 

It had been years since he last touched himself like this, never feeling the urge for that type of release since the torture of his adolescence. But the sight and the thought of you had broken down all of his carefully constructed walls until he was an aching, yearning shell of a man.

When his hand tentatively wrapped around his shaft his entire body jolted, your name falling from his lips like the prayers he so often muttered to drive the thoughts of you away. Images of you overtook him as he continued his ministrations, slowly dragging his hand along his length as he pictured what you would look like writhing on top of him like you had done with Colin so many times. The way your rosary would sway between your breasts as your thighs gripped his hips tightly, his own hand tightening and loosening around his cock in waves the way he imagined your pussy would clench around him as he drew those beautiful noises from you. 

He arched into his grip when he thought of the way your back would arch with pleasure before collapsing on top of him and burying your face in his neck, your lips soft on his skin and insistent as you begged him to fill you with his seed. His cock twitched in his palm and then he was finished, thick ropes of spend shooting over the defined muscled of his abdomen as he shouted your name with a strangled cry. 

Shame overtook him as soon as he finished, though surprisingly not as overwhelming as he had felt in the past when thoughts of you had driven him to the point of madness. He still felt disgusted with himself as he wiped his spend from his skin with his discarded shirt before curling around himself and surrendering to the pull of sleep, hoping that his embarrassing release would at least stave off dreams of you.

It was hours later when you and Colin staggered through the door, drunk off the sacrament wine you had stolen and each other. As soon as your eyes found Jake’s sleeping form you pressed your fingers to Colin’s lip with a teasing grin, the faint smell of cum tickling your nose and making your lips spread even wider.

“I think you finally broke that poor virgin, dove.” Colin mumbled, nipping at the pads of your fingers and pulling the veil from your head before working at undoing his collar. “I don’t think that boy has jerked off in years.”

“How sad.” You gave him a mocking pout over your shoulder as you slowly prowled towards Jake’s bed, your fingers winding through the blankets that covered him and dragging them down his body. “I think I should give him a reward for being so good.”

“You’re evil.” Colin wrapped his hand around your throat and bent your head back to kiss you until you purred before moving to sit on his own bed, slowly unbuttoning his collar and spreading his legs as he leaned back on one arm.

“Maybe.” Your eyes were fixed on the man you were standing over, the lines of his body surprisingly strong and lightly dusted with dirty blonde hair. He was the picture of chaste innocence, his skin flushed pink as his chest rose and fell in the deep rhythm of sleep while he clutched his rosary in his fist. You’d never wanted to ruin someone so much in your life. 

His cock twitched to life when you brushed your fingers over it, already swelling with blood at just the barest of touches. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it as you knelt between his legs and drew off your habit, barely registering the deep groan Colin let out as he watched you. 

Jake’s breathing was still deep and even as you bent over him, your lips brushing over his before you sank lower. The ghost of your lips over his tip was all it took to bring him to his full hardness, his breath catching in his throat and making you pause until he relaxed again. 

You dragged your tongue over him in a heavy stripe and grinned to yourself at the wretched moan that fell from his lips, his hips squirming underneath you already. Wetness was pooling between your legs and seeping down your thighs as he started falling apart for you, your body growing increasingly warm as he kept making soft, wanton noises. Those soft kisses and tiny licks you lavished on him still didn’t serve to rouse him from his slumber, though his breath started to pick up and sweat started dripping from his pores.

It was when you finally drew him between your lips that his eyes shot open, the weight of him heavy on your tongue as his musky taste overtook your senses. Your eyes rose to his as you suckled at his tip, your lips stretched wide around him like something out of his dreams before he was sitting up with a jolt.

“Stop, I can’t...” His protests losing their heat when you suddenly took him deeper, swallowing around him when his hips met your face before pulling back and releasing him with a pop. “Oh, please.”

“It’s ok, Jakey.” You followed him when he tried to rise off the bed, sinking to the floor between his legs and pressing your palms to his thighs to keep him seated. “Sshh, sweet boy.”

He swallowed thickly when you rose on your knees and drew his face to yours, barely aware of Colin sitting across from him and palming his cock through his slacks. You wound your fingers through his in the hand holding his rosary, keeping your eyes trained on his as you drew it to your face and dragged the onyx beads over your lips before clutching the crucifix between your teeth.

“Jesus.” The blasphemy left his lips without thought when you started sucking on the icon, the doe eyed innocence of your gaze betrayed by the wickedness of your actions and the press of your naked and sinful curves against his flesh.

“Pray for me, Jake.” You murmured, your heart fluttering in your chest as you watched his eyes widen when you sank to your knees and took him in your mouth again.

He gripped the crucifix tight and made the sign of the cross in a rush as your tongue swirled over his tip, his eyes fluttering shut when your nails ran over his thighs and his hips bucked into you.

“I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth.” The Apostle’s Creed felt like beautiful filth falling from his lips, the holy words marred by the way your lips were sucking every ounce of pleasure from his repressed body. “And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.”

You hummed around him as he continued praying, your core aching and throbbing as you pressed your tongue along the underside of him and dragged it to his most sensitive point.

“Ah, fuck!” Your fingers digging into his thighs were an order to continue, your lips performing their own form of worship as you drew him to the back of your throat, again. “He descended into Hell; the third day He arose again from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence he shall judge the living and the dead.”

A sharp gasp was ripped from his throat when you suddenly released him and ducked further between his legs, laving your tongue over his balls before drawing them between your lips while your hand squeezed along his shaft tightly. Colin rose to his feet at this point, not able to hold back after watching you take Jake apart so perfectly. Jake’s eyes fluttered open when he felt the other man’s hand cup his cheek gently, tilting his head back and losing himself in his lustblown eyes as his thumb ran over the swell of his bottom lip. 

“Keep going, Jake.” Colin’s voice was soft as he gazed at him, his other hand trailing down his torso before winding gently through your hair and guiding your movements.

“I... I believe in the Holy Spirit,” he could feel something gathering in the pit of his stomach, your lips peppering soft kisses up his shaft before taking him in your mouth again as you moved a hand to gently tug at his balls. “the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints,” Colin bent and ran his lips over the curve of his cheek, the mix of sensations sending a jolt through him and making his cock twitch at the back of your throat. “the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen.”

“Amen.” Colin whispered before he molded his mouth to Jake’s, moaning when the other man dropped the rosary and reached up to pull him closer as he thrust his hips into your face. 

You wrapped your arms around his hips and drew him tight as you swallowed around his length, gulping down each thick drop of spend he released with a low moan until he was spent. The two of them were still pressed together when you released him, Colin’s hand in your hair pulling you up Jake’s body until you could join them.

When Jake tasted himself on your lips he almost collapsed, his arms releasing Colin and moving to wind around you. Tears were leaking down his cheeks as he kissed you deeply, Colin taking a step back and stripping the rest of his clothes off as he watched the two of you fall back on the bed before laying beside you. 

The two of you worked to turn him on his side until Colin could press himself against his back, ducking to pepper soft kisses over the curves of his shoulders while you kissed the tears from his cheeks and whispered soft soothing words against his skin. 

“Oh, Jake, sweet boy, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek as you gazed at him, your other hand trailing between the two of you until you could wrap it around his cock and draw him back to full arousal. Colin’s arms wrapped around him as you continued your movements, one of his hands joining yours as the other curled around his waist and he rutted against the curve of his ass. “God forgives all.”

A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I’m absolutely going to hell but I don’t fucking care!!

[onsunnyside]

𝘾.𝙎. – Fluff, Soft Fics

soft!colin, meet cute, crushes, established relationships…

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Organized by author.

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@fangirlovestuff - Hot Pool Stranger

@rodrikstark -

fall

first time being tipsy

working out together

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -

Colin Suggestion

Favorite Things

[twittytelly]

What I Read in 2021 - August

Masterlist

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

Sunday Morning by @time-for-a-lullaby

I’m with you til the end of the line by @theycallmebecca

Dreams Do Come True by @saiyanprincessswanie

Drabble: On Your Left by @theycallmebecca

Fix by @mypoisonedvine​

Drunk (ish) @fluffymisha97​

Friends to Lovers. @lahyene​

Beg For Me by @princessphilly​

Everyone Knew It by @worksby-d​

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @river-soul​

Cockwarming with Andy ask by @stargazingfangirl18​

The Camping Video by @ littlefiercequeen

"I don't care what happens to me, as long as your safe." by @what-is-your-plan-today

Cosy Autumnal Andy ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Comfort by @honeychicana

Only A Little by @worksby-d

This Guy by @stargazingfangirl18

Patience Kitten by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Treat by @hlkwrites

Play Button by @theycallmebecca

Silly Little Games by @xxindiglow

Little Spoon by @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Andy Ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Senator Steve Ask by @worksby-d

Talked All Night by @violetlilysunshine

Beer Gut by @violetlilysunshine​

Jealousy by @ilovefandoms102​

“Ugly” Reader ask by @gotnofucks

Greatest Fear ask with Ransom and Steve by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Burning by @katikat

Professor Andy AU ask by @worksby-d

That Blue-eyed Boy by @bluemusickid

Stress Reliever Andy ask by @angrythingstarlight

How Do You Want Me? by @sagechanoafterdark

Good Boy by @hlkwrites

Jensen’s Captain Kink ask by @river-soul

Breakfast With Andy ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

No Text Backs by @jamielea81

Shy by @worksby-d

Needy!Ransom ask by @stargazingfangirl18

“try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” ask by @worksby-d

Two Weeks Notice. by @navybrat817

Ongoing Series: 

Feeding The Flames by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Seeing Blind by @pagesoflauren

Money’s Worth by @pagesoflauren

Higher Love by @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour​

Rawhide by @wiypt-writes

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World by @wiypt-writes

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Sugar, We’re Going Down

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: All rules are meant to be broke. Even yours.

Pairings: Colin Shea x Black!Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, cunalingus, swearing

(A/N: hiiiiiii. So I thought I’d deleted this story but I found it. Turns out I couldn’t see it because of the way my drafts would reset when I’d scroll but I found it so it’s all good now. This isn’t a songfic it’s just I’ve always wanted to use a Fall Out Boy song for a title and this works. Anyway like follow reblog and comment. Please. 💜 ✌🏾)

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Rule number one of being in a band? Never fuck your band mates.

It is without a doubt a bad idea and something you should never ever, ever do. Under any circumstances. That’s what you told yourself before you’d met Colin, at least.

When you saw the flyer in this coffee shop you go to, you kind of thought eh why the fuck not. Funny because you’d been let go from your last band for not wanting to fuck the lead guitar player.

You hadn’t really been expecting much out of it, though. Kind of like a last ditch effort before you just gave up on being a musician altogether. Luckily it worked out because you’d been singing with them for a minute now. Somehow you meshed with them.

Especially Colin.

It’s not like anything had happened yet. He was just so cute to look at. Plus you kinda dug his overall goofiness. You were pretty sure he could keep you laughing for hours. You were also pretty sure other women noticed though because he was never short on having a girlfriend. Or whatever it is he called them because you’d gathered that he was a commitment-phobe which is another reason why you were trying not to like him too much.

Which was what you were trying to tell yourself especially today of all days because you’d literally be spending all day alone with him. Not that you hadn’t before, but since coming to the realization that you were into him, you honestly didn’t know how to act

You were pretty sure that you’d always kind of liked him. Since the moment he’d introduced himself you were drooling. Apparently you managed to pull things off because you’d been with them ever since. Until last Saturday you hadn’t really thought about it. Like you knew he was hot and yeah you had fun with him, but could you say that you liked him.

Obviously the answers yes because you were playing a show and it honestly felt like you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. It was annoying. Especially since you’d spotted his girlfriend (??) in the crowd.

As far as you knew with Colin he didn’t really do relationships, but it seemed like this one was sticking around. It was kind of a bummer, but you wanted him to be happy so you weren’t going to say anything. The last thing you needed was to ruin your friendship.

After your set you went to the bar for a glass of whisky. Your other band mates sitting around as they watched Colin arguing with what’s her name.

“Trouble in paradise?” You asked after he finally joined you.

He rolled his eyes before asking the bartender for a shot and a beer, taking the seat beside you. “It’s nothing. At least you were awesome tonight,” he complimented, nudging you lightly.

As the two of you ended up talking about that and then whatever else came to mind the drinks were flowing. The two of you doing shots together. Then him drinking another beer.

Your bandmates had already left by then, but there you and Colin were slurring and giggling about another story as he finally walked you home in the rain. He still hadn’t mentioned her. Not that you really wanted to know. Not that it was any of your business.

He’d invited you to his loft since it was closer and at this point the both of you were drenched. Promised to take the couch so you could have the bed. Said you could sleep in one of his t-shirts and get warm.

Letting you shower before him to wash all the nastiness of the show off your skin first then went to do the same. So there you were. Now laying opposite of him so your heads were beside each other as you passed a joint between the both of you.

You’d expected to be tired, but the adrenaline must have been what was keeping you awake. Hoping the weed would relax you so you could pass out on his bed. Especially since your clothes were in the wash downstairs. You should’ve stole a pair of his boxers at least.

“I still can’t believe we’re going on tour,” he slurred, then took another puff.

“I know, right,” you said. “Isn’t it insane?”

Since you and Colin had started working on songs together, there’d been something magical. Like musically you just meshed. You’d never felt this kind of creative connection before. It was like he could read your brain and vice versa. Not even just about music. It was everything.

“Totally insane,” he replied then handed it to you. Then he leaned up on his elbows as he looked around for something. “Bet your last band is pissed.”

You watched him as he walked over to where his records had been sitting. You remembered when he’d laughed as you started to organize them because his mess had been getting on your nerves. Couldn’t find anything with the way he had it. For someone who laughed at it before he sure seemed to be loving that he could actually find what he was looking for now.

You chuckled. “Probably.”

“Was it the drummer who tried to fuck you or?” Of course you told him all about what happened with those other guys. At this point you told him everything.

“Guitar player,” you replied. “Glad I’m passed that.” As the music flooded the room you smiled.

Then he sat back down beside you. Back against the couch. Looking at you from where you were laying down and mouthing along to the words. “I mean you never really know who has feelings for you,” he said.

“True. Not all of us have people throwing themselves at our feet,” you teased.

“I dunno about that. Besides I’m not even paying attention lately,” he said. “I feel like I’m kind of ready for something more serious.” He but his lip and sighed. Eyes still on you.

Hearing that made your heart thump because fuck. It was so stupid. You shouldn’t even be into him anyway. Now he was here telling you about how he wanted to be more serious with his girlfriend.

“Well, I mean. If you’re ready then do that.” Hopefully not sounding as icky as you felt.

“Yeah I think you’re right,” he replied.

“So you gonna talk to her about it?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “At some point. Kind of want to ease into it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh please.” You laughed. “As if she’s not waiting for you to say those words.”

Colin laughed, shaking his head. “Who? Dina? I haven’t even told her. I dunno she’s just too… much.”You reached up to smack his knee before holding out the joint for him. “What was that for?” He asked with a laugh.

You shrugged. “Because you’re being dumb. If you really want her to know you’ll talk to her.”

“I will.” He rolled his eyes before poking at your shoulder. You gasped which led to you playfully smacking him yet again. This time he leaned forward so he could tickle you. Pulling you into his arms to get a really good hold of you.

“Hey!” You laughed out in protest. “Stop it!”

“Say ‘Colin is the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on,’” he said.

Ugh yes. “No!”

“I won’t stop until you say it!” He didn’t let up.

“No!” You screamed out a laugh trying to roll away while also keeping the shirt under your ass.

“Then I guess I’m not stopping.”

You grabbed at his wrists only for him to take hold of both hands with one of his. “Hey!”

“Just say it. You know what you gotta do,” he teased then pinned your wrists down above your head. He straddled your waist when you’d tried to kick him off.

“No.” You crinkled your nose.

“You’re such a goddamn brat,” he joked.

“And you’re annoying.” You smirked at him with narrowed eyes. Inside you were dying. He was right on top of you. Way too close. Your lower half very much exposed. Good thing he couldn’t see that.

His jaw dropped as he feigned shock. “Wow.”

You took the opportunity to flip him over. No longer thinking about your lack of clothes as you straddled his waist. “I am the great and powerful Y/N. My enemies will cower before me!”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, Thor.”

Colin didn’t seem to be in any rush to move from this position. Instead he tucked his hands under his head. Looking up at you with those blue eyes all soft.

“What, you weirdo?” You asked, nose scrunching up.

He laughed. “What? I’m not allowed to look at you?”

“Not if you’re going to be a creep about it,” you said leaning down to poke his chest.

“See,” he gasped grabbing your hand in his. “This is why I have to be so aggressive with you sometimes. Show you whose boss.” With that he flipped you back over. Holding your legs this time so you could try to kick him away except this time leaving you totally exposed. “Wait…” he trailed off.

You tried to sit up. Fix yourself. You couldn’t believe you’d forgotten that you were kind of naked. Then your eyes connected with the wet spot you’d left on his shirt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He laughed before removing his shirt. If you weren’t already wet you definitely were now that his pecs and abs were right in front of your face. “I could have gotten you boxers or something.”

Your face felt hot as you tried close your legs, but instead he held them wide open. “Stop!” You whined.

Colin rolled his eyes taking his fingers so he could rub up and down your lips. You jumped, but he still had a pretty good grip on you so it wasn’t exactly like you could pull away. “Damn you gotta pretty little pussy,” he whispered.

“Colin, st-“ then you did a sharp intake of air as he started rubbing your clit with one of the digits. He clearly didn’t care given how he was looking at your pussy like he wanted to eat it.

He worked the nub with his thumb. Using his other hand to steady your hips as he watched your wetness now dribbling out of you. Strong jaw clenching as your pussy showed him what your mouth could never say. Like how bad you fucking wanted him to touch you.

Since you’d developed feelings for Colin, he’d been the subject of many late night thoughts. Like this time that he wore a flannel and the two of you stayed out all night talking about a new song. Fuck your vibrator really put in a lot of work after that. It was like your body was remembered that time.

He smirked up at you as he trailed his fingers up and down your slit. You wanted to tell him to stop again except now you are tongue tied. Maybe waiting to see his next move. This really was your fault. You could have just asked him for boxers or something else to cover up with.

Now you were laying there. Legs spread open. Colin looking at you like he was ready to put a baby in it. Fucked up part is that the thought flashed in your mind that you’d let him.

He pushed one finger into you. Making you gasp. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Colin,” you whimpered. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You’re my best friend,” you reminded him ignoring the build up you were already feeling in your stomach. “I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“We won’t,” he replied, as he added another finger making you cry out. “Not gonna mess anything up. I promise.”

You guys couldn’t really talk this out as he was stuffing your pussy with his fingers. You should have told him to stop. Let’s talk about this. Before you did something the both of you might regret, but fuck he was making you cum.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl.”

You cried out. Feet in the air as he made you cum for him. And then cuz he wasn’t stopping neither was your orgasm. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he prolonged it. Shit no wonder he was getting pussy left and right.

As much as that thought should have knocked you out of whatever you were thinking you couldn’t. You were under his spell. Too far gone now.

He leaned down so it was in front of his face. Bending your legs back so he could have total access. Kissing along your thighs first making you whimper. Before you knew it, his tongue was buried inside your cunt.

You reached down so you could grab at his hair. His eyes connecting with yours. It was like he was feasting off your pussy. And you never wanted him to stop.

It wasn’t like you meant for any of this to happen. For your best friend to fuck you with his tongue. Even though you didn’t want to just be another notch in his bed post. It was like he was making out with it.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You squealed.

“Yeah?” He asked finally pulling away. Going back to fucking your pussy with his fingers as he watched your face contort with pleasure. You were so fucking close again.

Your lips were all pouty. Eyebrows furrowed. Pussy begging for it. “Please,” you whimpered. Fuck what was wrong with you.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna make you cum,” he whispered before kissing your lips. “You wanna cum for me?” He asked. “All over my fucking fingers.”

“Please,” you repeated. “Colin, Colin, Colin.”

“That’s it. Make that pretty pussy cum for me, Baby,” he said putting his mouth back on you so could force it out of you like that.

Toes curling and jaw dropping. You could fucking see stars. Was this what you were missing out on that turned every girl clingy. No wonder ol’ girl had stuck around for so long.

Your chest heaving as you sobbed out his name. He went back to kissing your thighs. “That’s it, Y/N,” he groaned. “Let go for me.”

Finally he came up your body. Pressing his lips to yours sweetly. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. Making you cum and kissing you. It was supposed to just be a dumb little crush.

You laid like that with your legs up in the air as he kissed you over and over again as you came down. Shushing you and telling you how pretty you looked all blissed out. “It’s okay, Baby,” he said scooping you up into his arms. “It’s okay. I got you.”

He stood up with you as he walked you over to his bed. Laying you down before pulling the covers over you. Kissing your temple. He got in beside you, he pulled you into his arms. Kissing you over and over again until you fell asleep.

You woke up to shushed voices and an empty bed. For a minute you thought you’d possibly dreamt last night. There was no way that your best friend had eaten you out before tucking you into bed. That would be crazy.

Except this was very much real life. You’d let Colin eat you out. Had cum all over his tongue and fingers before falling asleep in his arms.

The same Colin you could hear arguing with his girlfriend on the other side of the door.

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Who do I write for

-Chris Evans

-Colin Shea

-Steve Rogers

-Johnny Storm

-Ransom Drysdale

-Sebastian Stan

-Lance Tucker

-Bucky Barnes

-Chris Beck

-Tom Hiddleston

-Loki Laufeyson

-Sirius Black

I write fluff, angst and smut

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