sucking on colt’s tig ol bitties… 👁️🫦👁️ just colt boob in general drives me a little insane oops
Got Milk? - Colt Seavers x Reader
imo nipple play in general is SO slept upon when it comes to these mfs because why they got a bigger cup size than me....genuinely...
also shoutout the amazing @rockyhatemark for being the best beta reader as always ily twin
In general, Colt's always had a sensitive chest. Sure, it wasn't that crazy sensitive back when he was younger, maybe when one of his friends gave him a nip twist it hurt way more than the average person, but it wasn't something he ever really thought about until he started working out more.
He didn't think much of anything when it came to working out for his stunts, mostly just because he wanted to stay in shape and if he looked good, it counted as a positive side effect.
It didn't take long into working out his chest to realize he had gained quite a bit of muscle in his pecs, stretching out the fabric of his t-shirts in the chest area. He genuinely had to go up in size in order to account for all this newfound muscle.
And with the muscle, came the sensitivity. At first, it seemed like he was just sore.
He tried to gently massage his pecs for a bit every once in a while, the sore ache of the muscle overbearing what laid below the surface.
One day while laying sideways on top of his bed, he shifted to lay on his stomach, his breath hitching as the nubs on his chest, already hard from the cold of his room, grazed the bedding in such a way that a bolt of pleasure stuck him down his spine.
After this discovery, he started using his newfound sensitivity to his advantage.
When coming down from an adrenaline high after a particularly epic stunt, he'd lock himself in his truck or his trailer, unclipping his harness as fast as he can.
He pulls his shirt up, biting down on the bottom hem with his teeth in order to both quiet down his noises and to keep his shirt above his chest.
While one of his hands rushes into his jeans to soothe his aching cock, the other trails upwards and begins to circle his nipple before tugging softly, hips jerking upwards with each tug as pleasure rips through his body.
He would end up cumming hard while rolling his sensitive buds in-between his fingers while jerking off at a rapid pace, painting the walls white as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He ends up having to wear bandages over his nipples whenever he goes to work wearing the harness, as the straps kept having just the right texture and pressure to make him sport a hard-on at work.
The discovery of Colt's sensitivity was glorious. He had tried keeping it a secret, but it didn't take long for you to realize just how sensitive he could get.
While furiously making out on your couch, you were sitting in his lap, small moans slipping out from both of you as you exchanged heavy kisses.
Without even really thinking, you had trailed a hand up underneath Colt's shirt, originally just feeling up his abdomen and stomach, before trailing further upwards.
You cupped one of his pecs, squishing the soft muscle between your fingers. In doing so, you lightly tug on the perky bud with your pointer finger and your thumb.
Immediately, Colt jerks his hips upwards, arching his back and breaks away from the kiss for just a moment.
"Shit-" He squeaks out in surprise, not having had someone else touch him in that way before.
As the reality of what happened breaks through your kiss-drunk mind, you slightly smirk as you do it again, this time harder than before.
His back arches into you and his hands fly to your hips, holding you still in order to ground himself in the moment.
Since his shirt was still down, you lean down slightly, and mouth at his other nipple through his shirt, staring up at him while doing so.
He bites his bottom lip, his fingers gripping hard into the skin on your hips as his hips jerk back up into you.
He glances back down at you to where you stare up into his eyes with a mischievous look and realizes that he was done for.
All of this leads to now, where he's laying down on the bed, hands tied above his head. His knees are bent and you lay in between his legs, your warm hands holding down his hips by the inside of his thighs.
A blindfold sits across his eyes, something you had suggested while dragging him to the bedroom to really test just how sensitive he was.
You can hear the thunk of the headboard as he tries to pull his hands away as you latch your lips around a perky bud, now reddened and puffy from all the attention you’ve been giving them.
Between his legs lay his hard and throbbing cock, begging to release from all the stimulation he's being given.
“Baby please-” His pleads are cut off by a whine ripping through his body as you suck on his nipple hard, grazing the nub slightly with your teeth.
Your hands push hard to hold down his hips as they jerk forward, his dick desperate for some sort of stimulation.
His messy blond hair fans across his blindfold, sweat dripping down his body as heavy breaths leave his kiss-swollen lips. Saliva and drool drips down the side of his chin while small noises escape him.
You release the latch you have on his nipple with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his pec, smirking as you use one of your hands to gently rub his other bud between your pointer finger and your thumb. Your breath sits hot against his tan skin, now blushed from your activities.
“Yeah? Want me to stop?” You breathlessly tease, instantly hearing the whine rip from his lips. His hips jerk up, his cock hot and throbbing against you.
“Nonononono wait, pleasepleaseplease don’t stop- anything but that-” He begs, his hands tugging at the headboard to no avail.
“Hmm,” You hum in approval, “So…were you wanting something like this?"
You bring your other hand down towards his aching cock, gripping it tightly and beginning to slide your hand up and down, the precum he’s generated aiding in the friction.
He reacts immediately, back arching up against the sheets as he nods fervently. “Yes! Yesyesyes keep going-” He cuts himself off by biting his bottom lip, a loud moan muffled by the action.
You could already tell he wasn’t going to last long based on his current state. You lean forwards and take his nipple back into your mouth, sucking hard and almost biting down on the hardened bud with your teeth.
Your hand from before continues its work on his other nub, tugging on it sharply as the loudest moan yet rips through his throat. You lean back, focusing on his cock as he comes hard, pleasure ripping through his body as white ropes of cum land across his body, painting his chest with his own cum.
His body thrashes against the sheets as you work him through his orgasm, drinking in every little noise that comes out of the bigger man's body. Once he gets over the hump, you lean forwards in order to slowly take off the blindfold.
You're met with his lust-drunk gaze, his eyes now reddened by the tears of pleasure he must have cried during his orgasm, as tears gather in his eyelashes. He looked utterly and totally fucked out with his pupils stretched out so hard you could barely tell the color of his eyes.
You maintain eye contact with the man as you lean back down towards his supple chest, lolling your tongue out as you begin to lap up the cum spilt across his pecs. You can see the way his body deflates as he drinks in the sight.
Once you finish it all, you lean back upwards in order to bring the man into a kiss, having him taste his own spend on your tongue. When you depart, a string of saliva connects you two as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes.
“I…” He huffs out. “Think that was…the hottest thing…you’ve ever done…” A small smirk appears on his face as he watches you giggle at his words.
“You should’ve told me about these sooner Colt, we could’ve been doing this for a while now.” You say, trailing a nail across the meat of his pec, flicking it across a sensitive nub once more. His body visibly clenches at the sensation, making you chuckle.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” You mock, giving his nipple a soft tug.
He huffs out a small laugh and shakes his head. “No Ma’am.”
“Good.” You say, moving to straddle his hips with your thighs. “Because now, it's my turn.”
His usual smirk returns to his face as he stares at you lovingly, his cock twitching against you as he prepares himself for what you seem to have planned for the rest of the night.
