a/n: i had an idea of derek accidentally having big brother tendencies with a snarky!reader who reminded him of cora and a little of laura too. and it's basically begrudging!big bro!derek and a reader who could use some family. its really just snippets of an idea, but idk better to write and post then keep amassing my wips folder i think.
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synopsis: there are three things scott mccall knows for sure; 1: he’s a werewolf and nothing has been easy since. 2: if yn is asleep, do not wake her up. and 3: derek hale merely puts up with the teenagers he’s been plagued with out of some sense of obligation scott’s never quite been able to understand. That being said, derek seems to be nicer to you, and no one knows why. scott’s not sure derek even realizes it himself.
“what if we get Scott too-” Stiles had been brainstorming outloud for the last half hour, and you were starting to lose patience.
“No,” you interrupt.
“What if we ask Lydia for-” he began again, following after you, practically on your heels.
“No,” you say, once again cutting him off, never slowing your pace.
“Okay, what about Parrish?” he asks.
This time you pause. You turn around to face him, and crinkles his nose when your hair whips him in the face.
“Hmmm,” you hum considering the possibility.
Stiles perked at your pause, “What if we get him to borrow-”
You sigh and turn back around, whipping him in the face once more, “No,” you say succinctly before continuing on your earlier path, ignoring his sputtering when he gets a mouthful of hair.
“My Dad!” Stiles shouted, as you reach your locker. You consider the option as you start spinning the dial of your combination lock. “What if we have him bring his-”
You make a face at him, “definitely no,” you huff, shaking your head, while switching out some books from your bag.
Stiles lets out a sigh, and you can see the frustration mounting on his face. You’ve been cutting him off sooner and sooner with each idea, and if you were anybody else, he’d probably continue on.
But you weren’t anyone. You were one of his best friends. One of his oldest friends. Which means, unfortunately for him, you very likely knew exactly what he was thinking.
His eyes twitched, and you had to hide a smirk.
“What if we-” he tried once again.
“No,” you hum, shutting you locker.
“What if-” he attempted, as you walked to the exit.
“Nope!”
The word left you lips as you beelined for your car.
“You can’t just say no! You didn’t even hear me out!” he challenges as you toss your bag in the back seat.
“Hmm,” you hum again as you slip into the drivers seat, before shrugging up at him, “no.”
“LET ME TALK!” Stiles shouts, practically begging.
You sigh as you turn the key in the ignition, "Stiles you’re one of my oldest friends, which means I know you pretty well. Which is why, whatever you're going to pitch, the answer is no."
You offer him a condescending smile as you roll the window down and shut the door. Stiles stands outside, just glaring at you. Instead you shrug your shoulders once again, and blow him a kiss with a wink before throwing the car in reverse.
...
Your eyes are still shut when the imperial march finally woke you up. Your phone ringing annoyingly from your bedside table. Blindly you reach over, and grab the phone, squinting against the screen’s brightness as you click the answer button.
“I’m going to murder you,” you croak, groggily.
“Oh, good, you’re awake! Listen, I’m downstairs in the driveway,” Stiles’ voice chirped through the line, and your free hand came up to rub your eyes.
“Stiles, what time is it?”
“Uh.. oh shit, uhm, it’s late?” he offers hesitantly.
“Stiles.”
“It’s almost 2:15,” he admits.
“And what do most people do at 2:15 in the morning?”
“Solve crime?” he offers playfully.
“Sleep, Stillinski.”
“Would you please just come down stairs? I need to talk to you about our case,” he pleads and you sigh, heavily.
Friendship, you were beginning to think, was overrated.
“Stiles, it’s your dad’s case. Can’t this wait til the sun’s up? Or like… school?”
“(y/n)… please.”
definitely overrated, you decide as you throw off your comforter and roll out of bed with a groan.
“You’re a horrible, horrible, person Stiles Stillinski,” you say as you scrounge around for a hoodie and some socks.
“And you, you are the very best this earth has to offer!”
You scoff, hanging up on him. You pull on some socks and stuff your feet into your shoes, before grabbing the first hoodie you could find. It swallows you, and you snort realizing it must be Scott's. Before pulling your throw blanket from off the desk chair and wrapping it around your shoulders and trudging downstairs.
Quietly you open the door and slip out, hissing as the cold Californian air pricked at your skin. You pull your blanket shield closer, walking heavily over to where the jeep was idling in your parent’s driveway.
“What do you want?” your tone is snippy, and normally you’d feel bad about it, normally.
Stiles, to his credit, beams at you. He hands over a thermos, “I brought coffee, and now we’re gonna grab Scott,” Stiles dictates, changing the gear as you grumble but pull the seatbelt over you.
“You’re so lucky you have coffee,” you huff.
...
“So you woke her up, even though it’s (y/n) 101, not to disturb her sleep anymore than absolutely necessary. You woke me up, and now you want to go and wake Derek up? And you don’t hear the issue there?” Scott asked from the backseat, he was dressed similarly to you, a blanket wrapped tight around him.
“Well, frankly, I’m more scared of waking (Y/n) up than I am for waking Derek up. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s still awake.”
“And why is that?”
“He answered my text,” Stiles shrugs, holding out his phone.
You swipe it from his hand and frown squinting at the brightness of his screen, “Stiles this text specifically says, do not come here.”
“And I am purposefully ignoring that,” Stiles digressed, as he took the the turn into Derek’s neighborhood.
“He’s going to be pissed,” Scott huffed.
“I want my bed,” you declare.
“You can have Derek’s sofa instead,” Stiles counters.
...
“Derek would you just listen to me!” Stiles huffed, and you winced, shifting a bit more on the couch. “(Y/n), c’mon you’ve read the case file, help me out!” your friend turns to you on the sofa..
Your eyes are still half lidded, and Scott’s leaning against a pillar in the loft while he listened, though his eyes fluttered every few moments too.
Stiles was standing in front of you and Derek was stood behind the couch, as the four of you sleepily discussed Stiles’ current fixation.
Derek’s gaze dropped to you, now spread out on his couch. Derek quirked a brow and you tried. Really, you did. But you were too tired to do a verbal spar with someone as stubborn as Derek Hale. Your lips turn into a flat line before you turn to Stiles, “You’re on your own, man. I don’t even want to be here,” you mumble, snuggling closer to your blanket.
Stiles spazzes at that, arms flinging out, as his expression morphs into betrayal.
“You just had to,” Scott scoffed, lazily giving you the you know what you did look.
“(Y/n)!”
You shrug completely unbothered.
“If you don’t want to be here, why are you taking up all the space on my couch?” Derek asks, sighing and rubbing at his eyes.
“I was coerced, and kidnapped,” you huff, turning to look over at Derek.
“I did not kidnap you!” Stiles shouts, and you wince at the decibel.
“Derek, would you please just listen to Stiles? I wanna go home, and catch some sleep before school, and if you don’t, no one gets to leave. It’s almost 3:30, we’ve been here almost half an hour already,” you frown, voice coming out a little bit more like a whine.
“I’m not-” Derek began and your frown deepens and you push your self up and grab at his shirt cutting him off.
“Shut up, sit down, and listen to Stiles’ new conspiracy theory, okay?” you hiss, Derek bites back a laugh at the switch in your personality, someone was crabby.
“It’s not a conspiracy theory, it’s an actual… thing,” Stiles mumbled defensively as Derek caved and sat down on the couch with you, forcing you to move your legs.
You managed to listen for about 15 minutes before you legs stretched back out over Derek’s lap. He shoots you a judgmental look, but frankly, you’re too tired to care. A few more minutes and you were knocked out.
...
By the time Stiles had finished, all three men realized you were sound asleep.
“I can’t wake her up twice in one night. She will murder me,” Stiles whispered, already stepping back from the sofa.
“Tempting,” Derek snorts.
“I can pick her up?” Scott offers, finally coming off the wall.
“It’ll wake her up,” Stiles negates, hissing, putting a hand out to stop him.
Derek sighs, hand scrubbing over his face, when did he start babysitting?
Carefully he scoops under your legs and slides out. Gently he puts them back down, and shakes his head at you. “Just… just leave her. She can sleep here, and I’ll drop her off at school tomorrow,” Derek decides.
“What?”
Scott hits Stiles as all three men turn to you, to make sure you were still asleep. Derek grabs another blanket and drapes it over your legs, then stares at the blanket, blinking, like he can’t fathom why he did that.
“I’ve still got some of Cora’s stuff upstairs, she can take her pick. It’s… fine.”
Derek says it tiredly, flatly, as if this were normal.
It wasn’t.
But there was something about you, all fire and no patience for bullshit during the day, looking small in the oversized hoodie with the hood pulled up, and the baggy pajama pants. He remembers briefly, how small Cora used to be, how fierce Laura had been. There’s things about you he remembers of his sisters, maybe it why he was a little more patient with you than the others, maybe it was just because you forced him to be. Either way it was too late in the night to be thinking this hard.
“Go home, guys, seriously. She’s fine.”
Scott nods like it’s good enough for him. Stiles casts one more look of disbelief before letting Scott pull him towards the door. All three guys tense when the loft door squeaks, eyes darting to you. But you’re dead to the world at this point.
Derek shakes his head before heading upstairs.
...
When you wake up its to the sound of someone in the kitchen.
For a second your heart races, excited, hopeful.
But the smell is wrong. There’s a cologne in the air, woodsy, familiar, but not your dad’s.
It takes you a second to remember, because your parents had to be around to actually use their kitchen.
You blink and rub at your eyes, and instead of the sickeningly clean euro-modern aesthetic your mom and had the house redesigned with the last time she was home, you’re greeted to the industrial feel of Derek’s loft.
“Good morning,” his voice drifts over.
“Debatable,” you huff, you finally sit up, pushing the hood back and running a hand through your hair. “They really just left me here?” you scoff squinting at the light coming in through his big windows.
“Stiles was afraid if he woke you a second time you’d kill him on the spot,” Derek muttered walking over, and handing you a mug with coffee.
You squint at the coffee before taking it, “probably would’ve.”
“Some of Cora’s stuff is upstairs, you can shower, change, and I’ll drop you off at school. Stiles said he’d grab your bag.”
“Thanks,” you say softly.
Derek stares at you for a second, as if he could see through you, “You okay?”
“Fine,” you smile, it’s a little flat on the ends.
You can tell he doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t push.
“Right. Eat up, and let me know when you’re ready, kid,” he pats your shoulder before walking back to the kitchen, leaving you with a plate. Eggs and toast, two pieces of bacon.
You’re glad he’s behind you because the ache in your chest comes back. You eat quietly, sipping your coffee, occasionally listening to the sounds of Derek moving around behind you.
When you finish you move slowly upstairs, the spare room where Cora had stayed. Fishing through her drawers till you found something that would work. Leggings, a tank top. You use some of her stuff from her vanity after you shower. Coming back down your hair’s pulled back in a neater bun, face much more awake and clear. You’ve pulled Scott’s hoodie back on over the tank top. You plop into one of the chairs at the island where Derek’s still stood, reaching over to grab an apple.
You take a bite and chew before looking at him, “Your couch is pretty comfortable,” you muse gently.
Derek smiles, it’s a little softer than it normally is, “yeah, Isaac and Boyd, they… uh, they used to crash on it all the time when they were living here.”
You smile soft for a moment. Fuck, you missed them. Missed Boyd, and Erica, and Allison. Missed Isaac, even Jackson, shit.
“Have you heard from him recently?”
Derek nods, before grabbing something off the fridge, it’s a postcard from France. You smile softly at Isaac’s messy handwriting, finger looping over his name. “He sends me one every month.”
“That’s really nice.”
“Yeah, I’m not totally sure I deserve it,” he admits, voice soft for a moment, taking the postcard back and pining it back to the fridge.
He takes a breath, drains the last of his coffee and grabs his keys, “C’mon kid, lets get you to school.”
...
The conversation in the car is soft, muted. Derek doesn’t fill silences like Stiles does, and honestly, it’s almost as comfortable as sitting with Scott. Derek pulls the Camaro all the way up to the round about. Stiles and Scott are sitting on the steps right out front, quickly on their feet when they spot the car.
“Thanks again,” you say softly, unbuckling.
“No problem,” he says, and you offer one last smile before hopping out.
Stiles and Scott are on either side of you a second later. Stiles handing you your backpack, and Scott a travel mug of coffee.
Derek’s lip quirks up before he drives off.
Not without checking his rear view, he catches you turn back, just for a second, before you disappear inside and he turns out of the lot.
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A/N: hi everyone! I heard you loud and clear from the comments I got under the first post. It will have a happy ending, but, in the meantime, indulge me (a serial angst lover) in writing a bit of tension. I thought to try one format that doesn't come naturally to me and write a series of little blurbs for the idea that I have. I imagine them just as little pictures that we get into their lives. Let me know what you think! 💛
P.S. Have I been a bit impatient with posting this second blurb? Maybe 🤭
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Somebody that I used to know [prior blurb]
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Dividers by: @strangergraphics
Wednesday's lunches meant one thing only: book club time.
A group of older ladies took interest in your own little shop and chose it as their habitual location for their book club meeting. They were quite a welcomed company because of the slower rhythm during the central parts of the day.
Unfortunately today, something must’ve happened because the shop was packed. The usual quiet hum of the room was replaced by loud chattering that, on top of the soft music still playing, generated a cacophony of sounds that could be truly overwhelming.
Noelle and you had barely time to sit down, or to go to the bathroom even.
Among orders to go and to serve at the table, you managed to squeeze in a quick washing of the filters of the coffee machines. A very unique occurrence due to the high concentration of customers in such a small amount of time.
Turning around to the cashier counter, you found two pairs of eyes staring at you.
Shit. “What are you doing here?”
“You’re welcoming us with too much enthusiasm” said Davis, clutching his chest, “you should calm down” you heard Jolly chuckle beside him.
“No yeah, it’s just..” you started, wiping your hands clean onto the towel that was in between your apron strings. “You know, a couple of days ago I saw Noah, but I didn’t expect that the whole crew would be here” you admitted, your voice so soft, it was almost lost crushed under the buzzing of the voices.
By assessing their reactions, both men seemed taken aback from what you just confessed.
“Didn’t Noah tell you?” you asked timidly.
Jolly promptly shook his head.
Your heart sank. Oh, okay.
“Well, he could certainly have, you know, and maybe..” Davis cut through. You heard a slight panic in his tone, his hands fidgeting nervously with his car keys “Maybe it’s us. That man has the ability to speak for days and we need to tune him out, sometimes” he concluded not being able to look you in the face.
Your features naturally assumed the chirpy, enthusiastic expression you reserved for your customers.
Because that’s all they were now. Just customers.
“Of course” you chuckled. “What can I get started for you?” you warmly asked.
Methodically, you started preparing their order. It was muscle memory at this point. Taking cups from the right corner of the counter, dosing the coffee, tamping it, pulling a shot and then topping it all off with foam if required.
That little routine gave you the time to pull yourself together.
What did you expect? After years of not talking to each other, that the one time you see him, not even interacting with him, he’s running to his friends to tell them?
That’s called wishful thinking Y/N.
“There you go, boys” you happily pushed the two cups on the counter. “That would be 4.80”
The whole interaction was burdened with a question lingering on the tip of your tongue.
Watching them getting out of the shop, awoke something in you. Leaving the very next client hanging, you sprinted out.
“Wait!!” you yelled waving the towel in the air.
Jolly was the first one to spot you. He had a foot already in the car, his hand gently resting on the car door.
The midday sun was blaring onto you, your neck already coated in sweat, just added more to your discomfort.
The moment you reached them, completely out of breath, the words that wanted to come out died in your throat.
Your heart hammered in your chest, not really sure if that was for the little jog you had or for the anxiety.
The more you looked at them, the more memories from that season of life made their way forcefully over your mind.
A part of your life that you forced to be buried deep. A part that convinced yourself to have completely detached from your current daily life.
Yet, in front of these two men, you regressed to that shy, awkward 15 year old who felt like she hung out with people way cooler than she was.
Jolly and Davis stared back, waiting for the dam to finally break, for you to stop fighting with yourself and ask, tell, or just say whatever was on your mind.
To their eyes, you didn’t change a bit. Of course you’ve gotten older, but the same softness and shyness that you sported so openly at 15 was now nestled behind your irises.
You were a woman who just learnt how to conceal what she didn’t like about herself.
An unceremonious honk of a car was the noise that snapped the three of you out of the freeze state you found yourselves in.
You forced a very polite smile onto your face, the kind which didn’t reach your eyes.
“Tell the others I said hi.” You swished your towel in a dismissive gesture, trying to hide the cringing feeling gnawing at your stomach.
A sad smile tugged at Davis’ lips. “Will do” he simply stated before getting into the car, driving off.
You stood there, on the pavement, watching as the car quickly became a little dot on the horizon.
Throwing your towel on your shoulders, you rubbed aggressively your hands onto your face, a strained sound ripped from your chest.
Lifting your gaze, you found Noelle’s. She was looking at you through the same windowpane you spotted Noah a few days before, a small smile on her face.
You could tell that she watched the whole interaction unfolding.
With the smallest of gestures, her head tilted slightly, come back in.
You took a moment to gather yourself, your fingers playing absentmindedly with the coarse texture of the apron. Clearing your throat, a fully fledged smile appeared on your face as you made your way towards your safe space.
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Dividers by: @strangergraphics
Soft music filled the room of your little coffee shop, the bright may sun was shining down the building making the steel coffee machines reflect tiny speckles of light onto the wall.
“Two espressos and a cappuccino with soy milk coming right up,” you exclaimed in response to Noelle, your coworker, shouting out the order.
Humming along with the song, you noticed how your bracelet caught the sunshine casting coloured reflections onto the wall blending with the coffee machine ones. You made a mental note to jot down this little moment you had in your journal.
A small smile tugged at your lips. You were really trying to find beauty in the mundane. You felt like you needed it.
Yet, romanticising your life felt harder than anticipated. Especially when your alarm clock goes off at 4 am in order to open your own shop at 6 every single day. It felt harder when you were submerged by deadlines and bills, while still trying to be a functioning adult taking care of your relationships.
You couldn’t complain though. You wanted this. A simple life, where you carved your little corner, safe, cozy, warm, being able to share and offer people a place where they could just enjoy their food and beverages leaving worries and anxieties at the door.
Picking up a white towel, wiping down the coffee machine, your eyes drifted casually onto the window looking out to the sunlit pavement.
Weird, you thought, your regular still hadn’t showed up. You chuckled to yourself, remembering the last conversation you had with her about a work event she had to attend the night prior. Eventually she will have to pass by, she’d need all the caffeine.
But then, your hand froze. A shadow had stopped just outside your window.
Noah.
He was standing on the sidewalk, hands comfortably placed in his pockets. Although the sunlight cast a slight glare onto the windowpane, his image was clear as day.
He’d gotten taller, his frame broader, yet he still sported that slight slump in his shoulder. The one you kept on teasing him for. Though, looking at his face, your breath hitched in your throat. He changed. His once soft traits, hardened. His jaw was set, making his already straight nose line feel even sharper.
His hair got shorter, falling messily around his face, covering part of his forehead.
Your heart hammered against your ribs, heat crept behind your neck eliciting shivers down your spine.
The noises of the coffee shop, Noelle’s laughter, the slight hubbub of clients, dialed down until a piercing ringing in your ears took over.
You saw play by play the realization washing over him once he locked eyes with you.
His jaw tensed a bit, making his muscles jump. However he didn’t move. He didn’t smile or waved. He just stood there, taking you in: your cream white apron securely tied to your waist, your frizzy hair tied up in a loose ponytail.
For a second you noticed how his gaze lingered on the gold door handle of your shop.
You dragged your eyes to the handle too. Its worn out colour was staring back at you.
Flicking back to Noah, you found him still focused on the tiny object dividing you two.
He took off his right hand agonizingly slow, fingers reaching for the door just to freeze just a few centimeters away.
You completely stopped breathing. Staring back, the white towel tightly gripped between your hands, now squeezed completely into a ball, you waited for the bell above to chime in.
That sound never came.
With a twitch of his hand, he retracted it, pushing it into his pocket again.
You noticed how he visibly swallowed before averting his eyes from yours, lowering his head. He just stood there a bit more, his foot lightly playing with a cigarette butt tossed on the floor.
Your mind screamed to run and open the door. You wanted to know how he was, how his new life was treating him. You hoped that, under that guarded look, there was still the Noah you got to be friends with. Your Noah. The one who kept teasing you about a stupid crush you developed for a friend of his. The one who showed up at your house unannounced and with a bag full of chinese take - out, “courtesy of Davis” he used to say with a grin plastered on his face.
Yet, your body was frozen in its spot. Your knuckles were white by then, towel still crumpled up in your grip. Feet planted on the floor, completely nailed onto it, as if you were rooted to the spot.
Helplessly you watched as Noah simply turned around, vanishing between the flow of people coming down the street.
“Are you alright?” Noelle’s voice came like a distant call to the present moment.
You swallowed the heavy lump in your throat, blinking away the tears that threatened to come out.
Still looking outside the glass window you nodded “yeah..” you whispered. “I thought I saw somebody that I used to know."
cw: colt seavers x gn!reader ノ no use of 'y/n'. 18+ CONTENT smut. handjobs. spitting. sub!colt. dom!reader. implied brat!colt. implied brat tamer!reader. reader is a little mean. reader calls colt a 'good boy'. colt is a crier. edging. orgasm denial. overstimulation. barely edited; all mistakes are my own
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"S-shit! Please lemme cum!" Colt whined out, his hips bucking into your hand as his cock twitched, begging to find his release.
You clicked your tongue at him. "Mmm, I don't know. I'm still not done with you. Do you wanna ruin my fun?"
You've had him on the edge of an orgasm for what felt like hours for Colt, but you refused to let him come. He had been teasing all day on set today, and it wasn't until you could corner him in his trailer after you guys had wrapped that you pounced on him. You managed to pin him to the bed—he went very willingly, and you felt him smile against your lips as you kissed him fiercely, and maybe moaned a little when you nipped at his bottom lip roughly— and you stripped him down until he was naked.
You kissed and sucked at his nipples until they were red, swollen, and sensitive to the touch. You dotted his torso and abdomen with marks and bite marks before slinking in between his thighs, kissing at his Adonis belt and inner thighs, purposely avoiding his raging hard-on—it was standing tall with the tip ruddy and leaking pre-cum.
Instead of your mouth enveloping his cock like Colt was expecting, your hand had wrapped around his member, the soft, velvety skin of his shaft contrasted with how stiff his cock was. Your hand moved impossibly slow up, then down, then you rinsed and repeated. And at some point, Colt's hand tried to land on your shoulders, but you batted them away with your free hand. Then, that's when Colt realized he was in trouble.
You had worked him to the edge so many times, changing your pace from slow to fast when you noticed he was getting to the brink, before letting go of his cock, making him release a whine at the loss of contact and the dimming of heat that was pooling in his lower abdomen. God, he felt like a rubber band that was so taut, but you kept pulling away before he could snap.
You squeezed his shaft hard, pulling him out of his head. "I asked you a question." Your tone stern.
Colt swallowed back a groan. "No, I don't." He panted.
You smirked. "Good. Just give me a little longer, okay?" You cooed before you bent over his cock and let a dribble of spit fall from your lips and land on the sensitive tip, and let it drip down the side of his shaft before spreading it around his cock.
Colt's head fell back deeper into the pillow as he let out a long moan. "Fuckkk, that was hot."
You couldn't help but chuckle, and your hand gradually sped up, setting a good pace up and down his dick. "Do you think you've been a good boy f'me?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Please!" It was like you had flipped a switch in Colt's brain. "Always wanna be a good boy for you."
"Mmm, I don't know…" You hummed out, your pace slowing down once more. You couldn't resist pressing a soft kiss to his heavy sac. "You were teasing me all day when I was trying to work."
Colt whined at the feeling of your soft lips. "Was tryin to get your attention. Missed you." His cock twitched again in your grip.
"Aw, you missed me." Your tone came out dry and full of bite. You spat on his cock this time, and your grip got rougher as your hand sped up with no warning. "Good boys don't tease when I need to get shit done."
"M'sorry!" Colt cried out, hips bucking into your grip. "Please, please, gunna cum!" He warned as he felt the pressure in his abdomen build up.
You saw the desperate look in his blown-out eyes as he looked down at you, and a thought passed through your mind as you saw tears line his vision.
"Fine. You can cum." You commanded as you twisted your wrist up and down his throbbing cock.
Colt let out a long moan as his balls drew up and white ropes of cum shot out and landed on your hand and his stomach. He chanted a mix of your name and 'thank yous' as he came down from his high.
Colt had expected you to stop as soon as the last weak spurt of his come landed on your soaked knuckles, but you kept your pace on his softening dick, and he felt the sparks of pleasure that racked his body slowly turn painful—it wasn't a bad kind of painful, but it was overloading his nervous system.
"P-pl-please. I-" Colt could barely string together a sentence as the tears flowed from his eyes as he felt his cock become increasingly more sensitive with each pass of your hand.
"What was that? I thought you wanted to come?" You mocked as you leaned up and kissed the trail of tears on his cheek, your hand still moving harshly on his dick. "Well, if you want to come, I'll be sure you do."
You kissed his other cheek before sliding back down his body, and even more tears of overwhelming pleasure escaped his eyes, and a long whine left his lips when he felt your warm mouth wrap around the tip of his cock.
Colt had no idea how long of a night he was in for.
a/n: something came over me... also this blurb was heavily inspired by a convo i had with @cloudytimelapse so have fun with this bestie 🙂↕️ and i wrote this in under and hour LOL
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꩜. you met colt first on a movie that you guys were the leads doubles and immediately clicked.
you guys developed a flirty friendship that held A LOT of tension, but neither of you acted on it. but there was a whole lot of teasing and playful banter.
and it definitely helped that you guys were constantly in close physical contact with one another for fight scenes.
꩜. you guys managed to get on a lot of sets together and grew closer as friends.
꩜. though the flirty side of your guys' friendship had petered out when colt met jody on a set that he had been hired on, and she was the camera operator.
꩜. and you could tell he was much more interested in her and would fawn over her whenever the topic of your guys' love lives came into conversation after the job had wrapped (you had noticed over time that when he was filming, the volume of texts you got from him were sliced in half).
꩜. but you were still a supportive friend (despite your growing feelings for the man).
꩜. and you couldn't bring yourself to dislike jody because you understand why colt liked her in the first place, when you eventually got to work with her on set (hell, you'd be crushing on her if colt wasn't in the picture).
꩜. she was effortlessly funny, incredibly intelligent in anything film or camera related, which made her a real visionary, ambitious, and had the quick british wit that could sweep you off your feet (maybe you did have a crush on her).
꩜. anyway, so you kept your distance as the connection between jody and colt grew.
꩜. but you sucked it up and continued on with your life, and pretending that your heart wasn't slowly breaking because you were pining after colt.
꩜. but the day you (formally) met driver, that's when everything shifted.
꩜. you were already not in the best of moods because you had accidentally caught jody in colt's trailer after you were sent to retrieve him for the stunt coordinator (they were sitting very closely as they were talking).
꩜. you sucked it up and played the good friend and teased him about it (even though it killed you inside) as you guys walked to set, you had wrapped earlier, but you were sticking around to help colt out (it was his first job as a stunt coordinator).
꩜. then you were pulled away by the director, saying that the lead actress was complaining about the stunt you just did and had to do it over again (they were lucky that you hadn't changed out of the costume yet).
꩜. which made you huff silently but nodded stiffly (you were surprised the AD was allowing it).
꩜. you stalked up to the platform for the stunt and waited to get hooked in so you could swing across a 20-foot gap in the sky to the other platform about 25 feet in the air (it was scary for the average person, but you loved the rush).
꩜. you let yourself be hooked in by some of the stunt crew, but one in particular caught your eye.
"you're not ben." you addressed the blonde who was adjusting the harness, and your breath got stuck in your throat as his pale blue eyes slowly met yours.
his gaze flicked over your face before he replied. "he got called away—family emergency." his voice was low, a hint of an accent in it that you couldn't place. if you had to hazard a guess you would assume it was from the east coast.
꩜. you had seen him around the set, from what you remember from the safety meetings, he was the technician/mechanic for the stunt team and vehicles, and you heard some talk about how quiet he was.
꩜. you nodded, not wanting to give him a verbal response. but he didn't seem to mind. you saw a toothpick nestled right behind his ear and smirked.
"kicking a habit?" you asked after a beat, gesturing to the toothpick.
he stared at you for a second, neither of you breaking eye contact before paul's—another crew member—walkie went off asking if you guys were ready. the guy in front of you quickly finished up and nodded at paul who responded on the walkie.
꩜. the crew members dispersed, and you mentally prepared for the stunt, taking deep, calming breaths.
꩜. before they called action, you glanced down, and you could see colt's nearly dirty blonde hair right next to the camera jody was operating, and something ugly grew in your chest.
꩜. you ripped your gaze away and tried to focus on the stunt.
꩜. you heard action, and you started running. the camera that was rigged behind and above you started to follow.
꩜. though that moment of distraction threw you off and you jumped earlier than you meant, meaning that you almost missed the platform that you were supposed to land safely on.
꩜. a cacophony of gasps echoed through the set, but you ignored them as you managed to catch yourself on the ledge and pulled yourself up before continuing running.
꩜. cut was immediately yelled as soon as you hit your last mark and you could hear everyone around you start to buzz around the set.
꩜. you made you way down to the ground floor and everyone from the director, jody, colt, and the medic was surrounding you but you waved them off.
"oh my god, i'm fine! i don't see what's so surprising? i was on a wire and caught myself." you said once you shushed them all.
colt said your name in a concerned tone. "one of the wires snapped and no one had set up the mat. if you fell, you could have—" colt shut his mouth, cutting himself off as his jaw clenched.
"well, luckily i caught myself then." you could help but snap at him before turning to the director, "did we get the shot?"
"well, yes—"
you cut him off. "great, do you need another take?"
the director sighed. "no."
"then i'm off for the day." you said curtly before weaving through the crowd of people surrounding you and off set, passing by the new guy who had adjusted your harness, you barely caught the look of concern in his eyes before you stalked towards your trailer.
꩜. but then you changed direction, walking in the opposite direction of your trailer, knowing that you'd be cornered by anyone who wanted to talk to you (colt).
꩜. so you went to the edge of the lot and leaned on one of the picture cars that they were going to use for the next day. you took a long breath as you let the fading adrenaline leave your system and the fatigue from the day settle in.
꩜. you set your eyes on the horizon, the sun was getting lower, but it was nowhere near sunset, and wrap was at 8 pm, so you had a couple of more hours until you could leave.
꩜. you didn't realize your eyes had fallen shut until they snapped open at the sound of footsteps approaching. it was the guy from earlier.
꩜. he stopped a couple of feet away from you once your eyes had met. you took the time of silence to study him for a moment. he was was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a lanyard for the production hung around his neck, some jeans, his walkie clipped to the waistband, sturdy work boots, and you could see some leather gloves peaking out from his front pocket.
you snapped out of your staring when you realized where you were. "oh, sorry, did you need to drive the car over to set?" you apologized as you stopped leaning on the car.
꩜. he shook his head. he continued to stare at you, eyes roaming over your tired figure.
꩜. you looked away from him and his imploring gaze. you should have been uncomfortable with how quiet he was as he just stared at you, but you weren't. you only looked away because you weren't sure if you could stare back at him.
"wanna go on a drive?" his voice cut through the silence that had settled between the two of you.
your eyes landed on him again, a small smirk pulling on your lips. "aren't you still on the clock?"
he shrugged, and you could see the beginnings of a smile form on his face. you noticed that the toothpick was in his mouth now.
you laughed through your nose and stood up straighter. "sure. why not?"
there was a slight smile on his face, and you followed after him. he led you to his car and even opened the passenger door for you, making you shake your head at his chivalry.
꩜. he drove smoothly, a stark contrast from the driving you were used to from colt, which was reckless, but it could be fun if he was being safe.
꩜. you couldn't help but stare at how the car seemed to act like an extension of his body as he drove through the streets near the lot (he didn't want to stray far from the studio just in case he was needed, but his walkie never went off).
꩜. you guys drove in silence, but it was nice. you never felt the need to fill the dead air with conversation (besides he didn't seem like the chatty type), and you guys had the windows down, letting the wind blow through your hair and onto your skin.
after about an hour, he pulled back into the lot and into a parking spot. but neither of you moved to leave the car. you sank into the seat and glanced at him to find him already looking at you.
"do you have a name, or do i just call you by the name i have for you in my head?" you asked with a playful smile on your lips.
there was a slight furrow in his brow. "what have you been calling me?" he sounded amused.
you smirked. "the guy who did my harness today, or driver."
the corner of his lips pulled up. "driver?"
"you asked me to go on a drive, what else was i suppose to call you by?" you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
"my name." he pointed out.
"i don't know your name, that's why im asking."
he looked thoroughly amused, but stayed silent, making you cock a brow at him.
"you're gonna make me work for it, aren't you? he nodded, which made you shake your head.
you stared at him for a moment before you got out of the car and poked your head into the open window of the passenger side. "by the way—" you gave him your name, "—i'll see you around driver." you teased before patting the car and headed back into the lot the slowly setting sun casted your form in a other-worldly glow as you left, driver was entranced by the sight.
꩜. there was a relaxed smile on your face as you walked farther into your trailer to change and head out for the day, but you were intercepted by colt as soon as you reached your door.
he called your name, making your smile drop. you turned around to see a slightly stressed and disheveled colt. "where have you been?"
"around." you said vaguely before entering your trailer, colt following close behind and entering after you.
"you weren't answering your walkie, i needed you talk to you after what happened earlier." colt frowned at you.
you took a deep breath, holding back a snarky retort. "i left it in here." you gestured to the walkie on the counter.
he looked at it. "oh." colt looked back at you. "where did you go? i wanted to make sure you were okay."
you couldn't help but soften slightly hearing the concern in his tone. "i just needed a breather, but i'm fine, okay? nothing hurts and i didn't fall. we're all good."
colt's gaze swept over you for a second before nodding. "okay. okay, but could you go to the medic at least?"
you couldn't help the groan that escaped your mouth. "colt. i'm fine." you stressed.
colt's hard stare unnerved you, and you groaned again. "okay, fine! i'll go now."
꩜. colt smirked and led you out of your trailer, followed you out, and guided you to the med tent (which you rolled your eyes at him following you).
꩜. once you got a clean bill of health from the on-set medic, you and colt walked back to your trailer and you saw driver walk by.
"hey driver." you waved at him. he acknowledged you with a nod and kept walking past you and colt.
"driver? that's not his name." colt said with a growing frown on his face.
"i know." you shrugged. you guys had made it back to your trailer.
"then why do you call him that?" colt asked as you climbed the stairs and opened your door. he stayed at the base of the stairs, looking up at you.
you shrugged again."because. anyway, night colt, i'll see you tomorrow." you said to him before closing your trailer door.
"…goodnight." colt was left confused at the sudden dismissal and stood there for about a minute before leaving.
꩜. since that day, you had been unintentionally gravitating towards driver whenever you had free time or in between takes. he always seemed to be there wherever you were, and you welcomed it. most of the time, you guys just sat in each other's company, not talking, but if you were, you were talking for both of you, which you didn't mind.
꩜. colt obviously noticed your absence around him, which confused him as to where you would disappear to, because before, if you had any free time, you'd spend it with him. colt went to jody about this and laughed at him for how oblivious he was.
꩜. it was clear to jody that you thought colt and her were an item (even though they weren't colt would only talk about you when they hung out and tried to get advice from her). she explained it to him, making colt frown.
꩜. colt was determined to show you that he didn't like jody, and actually fell for you.
꩜. so, he was on a mission to be the first person you saw in between takes, giving you 'notes' (but not really), be by your side during lunch, and if you guys had any spare time to hang out on and off set.
꩜. little did colt know, driver had always noticed you as soon as he stepped onto this set. he was content with just observing from afar, just watching you as you interacted with everyone on set (and noticed how close you were with colt, which stirred something inside of him). he kept his distance, though, until the day that ben had to leave, and he stepped in for him.
꩜. driver liked spending time with you—he saw how kind you were to everyone (even if you were frustrated), and you didn't force any kind of conversation onto him. you were also content to just exist with him. he realized he was in trouble when driver took you out on a drive once after wrap, and he took you to one of his favorite spots in LA.
it was late, and he took you to a spot that overlooked the city. you guys sat on the hood of his car, just watching the city. but he wasn't looking at the view—he was looking at you and how the lights of the city illuminated your features. something shifted in his chest, and he realized that he'd do anything for you if it meant he could steal moments like this with you all of the time.
꩜. after this night, driver was determined to also stick by your side, even if it meant doing it from a distance a lot of the time.
꩜. now with you, on the other hand, you had noticed the shift of behavior from both men, and not that it was unwelcome (jody had come up to you at some point and emphasized that her and colt were just friends), but it built a conflict within you.
꩜. you knew that you had liked colt (and for a handful of time), but spending time with driver had made space in your heart for him, and you had no idea what you were going to do.
a/n: here are some rambling head canons that i wanted to get out bc this idea WOULD not leave my head but i couldn't write it properly in a fic lol. but this might be turned into its own universe... also shoutout to danny and bibi for looking over this for me!! gifs are not mine owned by: @emilybluntt & @littlefireaidan
TAGGING: @corinthianism . @bibigo-lover
Part 6 [Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5]
Summary: Fic based on this thought i had.
CW: smut [face sitting, unprotected p in v], swearing.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (+18 only)
A/N: Hi everyone! I'll leave a shorter chapter than usual because i felt like it could be a cute picture on its own, just the two of them alone for the first time in a while ahahahahah. I hope you like it 💜
@runningincircl3s just published her fantastic first chapter for a similar fic "summerboy" so does @choillysblog with her oneshot "booked together" 💜
PS. If I forgot to add someone to the taglist, or you'd like to be added for the first time, please let me know in the comments!
Dividers by: @strangergraphics
Disclaimer: These are fictionalized versions of the band members. Their actions and personalities in this story are entirely products of my imagination and are not intended to represent the real people in any way.
You woke up to the low hums of the ship slowly coming back to life. Outside your door you could hear low murmurs of the passengers talking, the thuds of the flips-flops against the carpeted floor.
You drew a deep breath in, trying to stretch your heavy limbs before realising that Noah’s arm was tightly enveloping your waist, your back flushed against his chest.
Images from last night flashed behind your eyes. The sweet sounds coming from him, the way his skin felt under your fingertips, the look of complete surrender he gave you.
It was so tempting to give in and wake him up with your mouth on his neck, teeth grazing across his skin. You just imagined how that would feel, hearing his grovel voice still laced with the remnants of sleep.
Before you could act on it, you felt Noah stir behind you, nuzzling his face in your hair exhaling deeply.
That could wait. You thought. You could allow yourself a bit more time just here, with him by your side.
A satisfied breath left you before settling again in his arms, letting his regular breaths lulled you back to sleep.
Some time had passed, before you woke up again. This time, by the sensation of kisses trailing down your jawline, coming down to your neck.
“Noah, you’re tickling me” you giggled as your arm reached blindly behind you, hooking onto his neck.
He hummed, before stopping for a second, his lips still lingering on your skin. “I can’t help it,” he whispered, “you’re too cute when you’re sleeping.”
You snickered, before turning around in his arms, now facing him. “Have you been watching me?” you asked
“Maybe…” he smirked. “I needed to make up for last night, I wasn’t allowed to do anything to you, was I?”
“Yeah, but you could’ve woken me up” you pouted.
He snorted. “You would’ve eventually.” His hands found your hair; his slender fingers started to comb through them.
Having your hair played with, elicited a pleased hum from you. Closing your eyes, you instinctively reached for Noah.
“C’mere” he whispered, settling on his back, welcoming your smaller frame beside him.
You gladly accepted the silent invitation, nestling your head on the crook of his neck, your hand splayed on his chest.
“Could we stay here for a little while?” you asked, completely melting into his embrace.
“As long as you want, honey” he answered, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
You took your time to savour the moment, to feel every little detail. You could tell that the sun had already risen for a few hours now by the loud chatter coming from outside the room.
Those signs of life were a stark contrast with the intimate scene that was unfolding in your room. The warmth radiating from Noah’s body, the contrast between his tone body and your softer features, your skin to skin contact.
Images from last night flashed through your mind. His pretty little face contorted by pleasure, the way your name sounded moaned from him, the sounds you managed to coax out of him.
You turned your head towards him, chin lightly pressed against his pec.
“Hi”
“Hey” he answered, looking down at you.
Your fingers started tracing the tattoos adorning his chest and stomach.
“I’d stay here all day if I could” you mumbled, laying your head on his chest once again.
“Who says we can’t?” Noah asked, brows furrowed.
“Our good judgment.. we can’t just disappear for a whole day. On a cruise ship of all places”
“What does that mean? I wanna be with you though.”
“You already are Noah, I am quite literally on top of you.”
“That’s not good enough…” he smirked, tightening his hold on you. His free fingers tangled with yours still on his chest.
“You are already wearing this gorgeous set, babe,” Noah started peppering kisses from your intertwined hands, slowly making his way up your arm. “And to be honest, you didn’t give me any chance to appreciate it last night.” Once his mouth reached your neck, he shifted his weight, rolling over, until he was hovering above you.
“I must say, burgundy looks gorgeous on you.”
Before you could react, his lips found your neck, trailing a string of open mouth kisses. The warmth of his tongue on your skin made your skin prickle with goosebumps.
“Noah…” you whimpered.
“Tell me stop, and I’ll do it Y/N”
Your hands flew at the nape of his neck, gripping onto his hair strands, pinning him down. “Please don’t…” you added.
“Good, because I can’t wait to make you feel so good babe.” he answered, now looking at you.
Your faces merely inches away. Noah’s hair was pulled forward, shadowing his features. His brown irises were so deep in colour that they felt like one with his black pupils. His swollen lips slightly ajar allowing air to come through.
You pulled in, reaching for his lips but instead, colliding straight with his nose.
“Ouch” you both said it in unison.
For a fraction of a second, both of you stared, frozen, at each other. Then, the absurdity of the situation hit. Noah’s intense gaze shattered instantly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a breathless laugh escaped him. You burst out laughing too, the sound loud and bright in the quiet room.
“Are you ok?” Noah asked through the giggles, shoulders shaking.
“I completely missed”
“Clearly” his laugh now filling the room, joining yours.
You covered your face, hiding the crimson hue that was quickly spreading all over your face.
“I feel like a 15 year old again, trying to kiss for the first time.” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest.
“All I’m hearing is that I make you nervous” he beamed, a smug expression painted on his face.
“Oh c’mon Noah” you swatted at his chest, rolling your eyes. “That’s not true.”
“Oh no… You don’t take that from me, hun. I’ll take that as a victory” he says, proudly nodding his head.
Noah leaned in again. However, this time he delicately rested his forehead against yours, both of your chests still bubbling from laughter.
“Let’s try that again” his lips brushed against yours as he spoke.
The kiss was slow, soft. The lingering taste of your laughter still on your lips, you could feel the slight smile on Noah, pressing onto you. Your hands softened, caressing his chest before sliding up his back, lacing together.
Noah let out a pleased hum, the vibration of the sound going straight to your chest. One of his hands slid up from your waist, cradling your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.
It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t hungry anymore. The kiss was the seal of something more: being safe in each other’s presence.
When he pulled back, his deep, intense gaze from earlier had softened to glimmering eyes. A newfound softness in them.
“See..” he started “it’s all good without the blunt force trauma.”
A fit of giggles left you, your head fell back heavily on the pillows.
For a moment, you just laid there, taking a moment to catch your breath, basking in the comfortable silence that fell on the room.
Your phone buzzed, lighting up. The screen read 09:45.
“We should probably get going Noah,” you cut through, beginning to stir. Leaving a soft kiss on his chest.
“We probably should buuut….” he groaned. Unceremoniously, he put his dead weight onto you, hiding his face into the crook of your neck “...we could stay here just a few more minutes.” You felt his warm breath tickling your soft skin.
“Noah, the others will wonder where we are” worry started to seep through your voice.
“Let them wonder, darling.” His hand came up, essentially caging yours onto his chest. “Our friends can wait a bit…”
Pinned against the mattress, you understood that there was no way you actually could convince him with your words, to leave the bed. Looking up at him, a smirk tugged at your lips.
There was always a way to outsmart him. Right?
You softened into your pillows, while your hands started wandering around his naked frame, sliding up to his sides, before hearing his breath catching in his throat.
“You’re right” you stated, your voice dropping an octave. “We could do something more fun than breakfast” a wicked smile tugged at your lips.
Reaching up at him, you tilted your head, beginning to leave deliberate kisses along his jawline.
Noah let out a low grunt, deliberately meeting his head with your mouth. His cocky expression completely melted into a softer one, his eyes fluttering closed.
There we go.
Seizing the moment, you held onto Noah tightly. By shifting your hips and the full force of your weight, you managed to flip the two of you. The mattress caught Noah’s back and now you were the one hovering over him, straddling his hips.
Just to add a triumphant move, you pinned his wrist above his head.
You met his eyes with a victorious yet breathless laugh.
Noah stood there for a second, blinking at you. You could see that, behind those eyes, he was catching up with what just happened.
With one last nod, you released the hold you had on his wrists. As you were about to get off the bed, Noah quickly grabbed your arms. A dark playful expression now painted on his face.
“We’re playing dirty, aren’t we darling?” he murmured. His voice was a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.
“I had to” you answered, putting on your best innocent tone possible. “You are relentless sometimes” you concluded, batting your eyes at him.
Putting your weight on your knees, Noah took the chance to grip the plush skin on your hips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he smiled wickedly at you.
Looking at him, your witty remark died on your tongue.
“You don’t start anything you can’t finish, my love” he chuckled.
“I…I didn’t start anything..” you whispered, arousal starting to pool at your core.
“Is that so?” he snickered. “And those pretty little hips that you kept wiggling while acting all cute and innocent… what were those?”
Your breath hitched in your throat. You blinked at him, mind way too hazy to have a decent come back.
“C’mon darling, as much as I enjoy seeing you in those lancy underwear, I can’t wait to taste you… so take those off, please”
You blindly followed his request, clumsily taking off your panties, balancing with one your hands planted on his broad chest.
You saw in real time Noah’s pupils dilating, completely overtaking his brown colour.
“You look divine darling” he murmured, wetting his lips.
A soft moan left your lips.
He guided your hips upward, sliding himself down the bed until you were positioned over his chest, your core hovering right above his face.
Your breath hitched as you realized exactly what he was doing. You were completely exposed to his gaze.
Noah looked up at you, his eyes completely focused on your face, gauging every single little reaction on your part.
“Noah…” even with your best effort, your tone betrayed the worried tone laced with his name. Your body went rigid the moment you caught up with what Noah wanted to do.
He seemed to understand immediately. “Is there something wrong, babe?”
Years of insecurities washed over you. You stammered over your words, as if every word buried wanted to come out at the same time.
Seeing your distress, Noah started carefully caressing your thighs, trying to reassure you.
“Firstly, let’s just tackle the most important question: Y/N do you want to try this, with me?”
You shyly nodded. “Please, darling, use your words, this is important” he corrected.
“Yes, I would like to try it, with you.”
“Good” he smiled sweetly at you “Now, you can take our own time, our own pace, if anything… ANYTHING feels off, you just say it, understood?”
Hearing those words almost brought you to tears. His tone melted something you. You looked down at him, trying to convey all the gratitude you had towards him for taking care of you.
You nodded vigorously.
Still with his hands on your hips, Noah started to leave wet, sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. Every kiss was given with such reverence. He was in no rush, just taking his time easing you into the sensation. Occasionally, his teeth would nip down just a bit, a sharp contrast to the soft sweep of his tongue that made you shudder.
Following the gentle curvature of your thigh muscle, he reached your core.
His hand shifted, grabbing your ass cheeks, before giving them a slap. You jolted from the surprise, a broken whine tore from you.
“C’mon angel, when you’re ready, sit on my face… let me make you feel good as you did with me last night.”
Still very unsure of what to do, you hesitated just a second more before deciding to trust him.
Very slowly, you lowered yourself coming into contact with his tongue. Noah traced a long, deliberately slow stroke through your folds. You gasped, knees buckling. Your hands flew forward, gripping on the headboard of bed.
A pleased hum left Noah, the vibration going straight to your core. His fingers dug deeper into your asscheeks, anchoring you even more to his face. As promised, he took his sweet time. Diligently, he lapped your folds alternating between agonizingly slow strokes and lazy circles against your clit.
“Noah, that feels so good” you moaned. Your head flew back, your eyes shutting completely.
That spurred him on even more. He added even more pressure, his nose pressing into your clit, working in tandem with his quicker tongue movements.
Your hips started matching the rhythm set by Noah. Pleasure slowly building in your belly.
“Noah…fuck, you’re so good” you cried, arching your back, your knees starting to give into the overwhelming pleasure coiling.
Looking down at him, you could see his half - lidded eyes tracking you, watching the way your eyelids fluttered shut and the crimson flush creeping down your neck.
He seemed intoxicated by the sight in front of him.
“Take what’s your princess, ride my face.” he rasped.
You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hand found the few strands of Noah’s hair splayed on the mattress gripping onto them, tightly.
Abandoning all hesitation, you began frantically grinding your hips down into his mouth, completely consumed by chasing your high.
Noah met you with every stroke, every roll of your hips. He flattened his tongue out, offering you the most friction possible.
The lewd sounds of your heat against his tongue filled the room, mixing with your heavy pants.
“I’m…I’m close… fuck” you sobbed. Unceremoniously, you grabbed Noah’s arm, before guiding his hand onto your tit. “Please” you moaned “touch me.”
Skilfully, Noah freed your breast from the lace bra, before kneading your skin, finding your perked nipple. He started playing with it, twisting it between his fingertips.
“Yeah, just like that babe. Your hand feels so good.” you whined, tossing your head back.
Your legs started to shake uncontrollably, your movements became erratic, irregular, as the tension coiled, ready to snap. The final wave hit you all at once, and you came hard, crying Noah’s name out loud into the quiet room while he diligently lapped every last drop of your juices riding it out with you, until your shaking dialed down.
With your breath still uneven from your orgasm, you looked down. You found Noah beaming at you. His mouth and his chin glistening with your arousal. Those eyes were quickly becoming a comforting presence. Looking down at his messy hair and his satisfied smile, you couldn’t help but smile right back at him.
Sliding back down onto him, you couldn't help but notice his hard cock poking at your inner thigh. The white linen as the only thin barrier separating the two. Still, the contact with your skin made Noah whimper.
“Oh honey,” you said, “I think we need to fix that.”
Nipping at his clavicle, you started tracing your fingertips on his body. Noah’s breathing became shallower, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Yet, you could feel that he wasn't giving into it just yet. His muscles were still a bit stiff.
Before finishing the whole thought, Noah grabbed your wrist, pinning it where it was.
“Please” he said through gritted teeth. “Please, let me be inside you” he cried.
“Of course pretty boy” you cooed, thighs clenching instinctively as heat started to pool on your lower belly.
With one swift motion, you took off the fabric that still covered Noah’s lower half.
His hard cock sprung free, hitting your warm center, eliciting a groan leaving the both of you.
Diligently, you positioned yourself, ready to take him. “Wait” he exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” You quipped worried.
“Nothing, nothing’s wrong” he was quick to reassure you “I just…” he looked up at you, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment “could I be on top?”
His hand came up to you back, drawing small circles.
“Getting bossy, are we?” You joked, but leaning into the touch nonetheless.
A genuine smile tugged at his lips “I wanna hold you…” he answered, just for his facial features quickly morphing into a smug. “...because I want to watch your every expression while I rail my cock into your pretty little pussy.”
The contrast between the softness of his touch and his words made your head spin. A soft moan left your lips.
Without saying another word, you shifted your weight so that your back hit the mattress.
Noah followed you, his hands never leaving your body. He promptly positioned himself between your legs. His tip nudging your entrance.
He let his cock slide up and down through your folds, coating himself with your slick.
“Look at you princess, already so wet for me.” His dark gaze darted between your legs and your face. “You’re so beautiful, splayed out like that. I can’t wait to see your face while I’m deep inside you.”
He gripped your thighs, his palms warm and grounding against you. He guided your legs behind his back until your ankles met.
Your heart raced in your chest, beating frantically against your ribcage. Your warm center throbbing. You were getting more and more impatient. “Noah please…” you cried as you wiggled your hips against his swollen tip. “I wanna feel you.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmured reassuringly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Putting most of his weight on his forearms, he then pushed himself achingly slow into you. You felt every single bit of him. All of him. Every little ridge, the heavy stretch of his veins protruding. You felt so full, it knocked the air out of your lungs.
You let out a broken gasp while your hands gripped his shoulders. Looking up at him, Noah had his pupils blown wide, a pink hue peppering his cheeks while he was so focused on gauging your expression.
He started moving, his thrusts were slow, calculated, deliberate. He made sure you felt him, every single inch going in and out of you.
“God, you’re so tight” he choked out, completely burying himself into you. He stalled for a second. His forehead coming to rest gently against yours.
“You feel perfect honey, so warm” he shuddered. Then, he gripped your thighs once more before adding “wrap your legs tighter around me, baby.” You blindly obliged, your mind hazy with the sensation of him deep inside you. “Yeah, just like that.”
He stayed still for a moment, just letting you adjust to the stretch of him. His breath was uneven against your lips, his chest rising and falling heavily against yours.
“Can I move, darling?” he reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together. Thumb caressing softly the back of your hand.
You simply nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. A light whimper left you, as you felt him withdrawing, before sliding all the way in.
The sensation made your back arch, meeting his chest, your head firmly pressed against your pillow. “Noah…” you moaned.
He welcomed that reaction with a soft smile on his lips. “Yeah… you like that?” he breathlessly asked.
He rolled his hips, smacking them against yours. Hitting that sweet spot, you rolled your eyes, head falling behind.
“Look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty little eyes of yours.” He gently prodded.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his deep gaze. “Hey” he whispered, with a soft smile on his lips.
His thrusts picked up a steady rhythm, each roll of his hips hitting your sensitive spot deliciously well.
“Fuck, Noah…,” you choked out, your hands digging into the muscle of his back.
His chest heaved, a rumbling growl bubbling up in his throat. His brows were knitted together in intense concentration, his lips ajar as his gaze dropped down, fixating on where your bodies came together.
“You’re taking me so well, Y/N,” he moaned. “You’re so good to me, baby.”
That praise went straight to your head, making your walls clench instinctively around him. Noah gasped, his head dropping back for a second. He stilled for a fraction of a second as he fought for control.
You were growing impatient: "I can take more, Noah… please… more,” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the mattress, begging.
Noah let out a breathy laugh against your jaw. “You want more, sweetheart?” he murmured. “I love how needy you get for me. Let me fill you up, then. Take every fucking inch I give you.”
Without breaking eye contact, he gently hooked his arms beneath your knees, guiding your legs up until your ankles rested over his broad shoulders.
The shift in angle exposed you completely, making your breath catch in your throat. You instinctively closed your thighs out of embarrassment.
Noah was quick to catch you “Nah, uh… you don’t have anything to hide it from me babygirl” he cooed as he gently spread your legs, his gaze dropping to your core. “Look at you, so fucking perfect for me” he rasped.
From this new angle, when he slid back inside you, the sensation was devastating. You let out a broken cry as he buried himself all the way to the hilt.
“Yeah, just like that,” Noah rasped, his hands gripping your waist to anchor you. He set a quicker pace this time, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the quiet room. “Look at you…your pussy taking my cock perfectly. You feel so damn good.”
His breathing became ragged, sweat starting to cover his features, making his collarbone glisten. “I’m not gonna last long… I’m so close,” he breathed, his voice breaking.
Desperate to drive you over the edge with him, Noah slid one hand down between your pressed bodies. His warm thumb found your swollen clit. He started circling it, his digit applying just the right amount of pressure.
The stimulation made your senses overload. Your vision blurred, your fingers tangling desperately in the sheets as a violent wave of heat coiled in your stomach.
“Noah, Noah!” you sobbed as your legs started shaking.
“I’ve got you,” he encouraged, his thumb working faster against your clit as his thrusts turned heavy and frantic. “Come for me, Y/N, give it to me.”
Your body arched violently off the bed as the tidal wave of your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him mercilessly.
Feeling you clenching around him was the final straw for him. Noah let out a guttural sound, thrusting deep one last time as hot ropes of cum spilled inside you. His head fell forwards, strands of hair stuck onto his sweat stricken forehead. He kept thrusting into you, shallower this time, riding out the aftershocks with you.
The room fell into a thick silence, broken only by the both of you panting, trying to calm the erratic paces of your hearts, beating violently against your chests.
Noah carefully laid down your legs from his shoulders, easing his weight down so he wouldn't crush you. He pulled you flush against his chest and nestled his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breath was hot against your collarbone as he pressed lingering kisses to your damp skin.
“My beautiful girl,” he whispered, his voice a feather light whisper against you as his thumb gently stroked your hip.
part three to 'MAKE PEACE WITH IT' + 'WISH YOU THE BEST'
you guys are taking it slow, colt struggles with taking this slow, but powers through until you guys have a beach day
✶.🏷 7.7k — cw: pt. 3/2. no use of y/n. 18+ CONTENT. fluff. soft smut. plot with porn. they have their beach day episode. colt in a backwards hat. colt manhandles reader. fun day at the beach. kissing. making out. dry humping. handjob + fingering. colt calls reader 'pretty girl' and 'good girl'. car sex. protected p in v. sweet ending. title pulled from 'stupid song' by olivia rodrigo. kinda edited; all mistakes are my own
a/n: surprise there's a secret third fic for the best duology!! this started off as an exclusive but i thought i shouldn't deprive the people of colt seavers nation of this fic LOL. and i unintentionally made this fluffier and softer than i expected LOL but shoutout danny and bibi being my unofficial beta readers on this fic LOVE YOU GUYS <33
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COLT WAS DYING TO KISS YOU AGAIN.
Okay, 'dying' as a description for how much he wanted to kiss you might be an exaggeration, but he was joking (he wasn't). When he kissed you for the first time in a year that day in your trailer—and Colt swears that he's not trying to be dramatic about it—but it felt like he could finally breathe for the first time since he fucked up and pushed you away.
After you guys shared one of the most heartfelt kisses he'd ever had, the two of you were called back to set and had to do your jobs (Colt loved being a stuntman, but sometimes it could get in the way of important stuff, like your and his relationship). But as soon as the day wrapped, the two of you rode back to the hotel with each other and talked in your hotel room to discuss the next step in your relationship, which was friendship.
You had wanted to take this slow since you were (rightfully) wary about entering a relationship with him immediately, but you guys made up (but not totally, some things needed to be talked about). Colt knew that he had shattered the trust you had in him, and he was totally okay with taking it one day at a time, as slowly as you wanted, if it meant he could have you in his life and you be in his in any capacity.
Though taking it slow was a real test of Colt's impulses and his nature of falling over himself when it came to the people that he was head over heels with, which he was usually good at (that's a lie), but being in this close of proximity to you for over a year—and now that he knew that you didn't totally hate his guts—might be killing him even more than disappearing after his accident.
Once Metalstorm had wrapped, he found himself giddy at the discovery that you guys had the same flight home and were even seated next to each other on the 15-hour flight (but Colt had a suspicion that Jody might have had a hand in that). The two of you spent the time catching up on the past year or sleeping, since you guys had been wiped out by the past few days.
Colt couldn't resist the grin that split across his lips when he felt your head fall onto his shoulder, and he immediately readjusted so your head lay more comfortably on him. He had to cover his mouth when you snuggled further into his shoulder, a soft smile on your face. He ended up falling asleep not long after you. Colt's head fell on top of yours, a satisfied smile playing on his own lips.
But that moment had gone and passed. You didn't acknowledge that you had practically cuddled Colt the entire flight, and when the plane landed and you had gotten your bags, you parted ways with him, giving a small hug before leaving the crowded and bustling LAX. Colt looked after you longingly and was already thinking about the next time he'd see you, which was about a couple of days later, when you guys came back, and he texted you to see if you had any plans.
After a few text exchanges about plans, you guys ended up having a plain old movie night, as the two of you had before, well, you know, before Colt had kissed you. You were surprised by how natural it felt; it was like no time had passed as you guys watched the movie, laughing and making passing comments throughout. Soon enough, you guys started hanging out frequently, and with no work lined up, your schedules opened up. You had been hanging out with Colt most of the time, but you made sure that you hung out with people outside of him.
But Colt always cherished the time you guys spent together, and you never turned down a hug from him at the end of each night after you guys finished hanging out (which he saw as a huge win). But, he could only go so long without kissing you (Colt had gone to bed each night thinking about kissing you), so he had plans to rectify that, which brought him to your apartment at 9 AM waiting for you with some breakfast and his truck packed with a cooler filled with food, towels, an umbrella, some chairs, and his surfboard.
Colt texted you the night before, saying he wanted to have a beach day. Despite it being late April, it was warm enough to go down to the beach, have a nice day, and avoid swarms of people, since it had yet to hit the summer months. You agreed since you had missed California's beaches, and you weren't going to pass up a beach day if Colt had planned it all.
Colt walked himself up to your apartment and knocked on your door with the bag of breakfast burritos in his hand.
"It's open!" Colt heard your muffled voice through the door.
He opened the door with a shake of his head and entered your apartment. You weren't in the living room, but Colt heard you shuffling in your bathroom, so he placed the bag of food on your coffee table before heading down the hall.
"I told you not to leave your…" Colt started to say as he approached the open bathroom, but his words trailed off when he caught sight of you in your bikini-clad chest and jean shorts. The strings of your black bottoms peeked out as you applied sunscreen to your face. "…door unlocked." He finished saying as his eyes raked over your form, swallowing thickly.
Colt had to clasp his hands behind his back, resisting the urge to reach out to you and pull you into him and kiss you silly.
You scoffed at him, never looking at him as you rubbed the sunscreen into your face. "You know I don't. But I saw that you were here and figured you come up. So I unlocked it." You shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. It's a matter of principle." Colt's tongue poked the inside of his mouth as he just managed to rip his gaze away from you.
You rolled your eyes at him, grabbed your sunscreen, and opened it again. "Do you know the principle of applying sunscreen? Because it doesn't seem like you do." You squirted some of the product onto your fingertips, closed the bottle, and warmed it by rubbing your fingertips together.
"Don't and try and change—" Colt was cut off by your hands starting to rub the sunscreen into his face. "—the subject." He grumbled the rest of the sentence as his eyes fell shut at the sensation of your hands on his face, letting you apply the sunscreen.
"Too late. I already did." Colt could imagine the grin on your face as his eyes were closed.
Colt scoffed. "I was going to do this at the beach."
You clicked your tongue at him. "You're still in sunlight even if it's not direct, Colt. I gotta take care of your skin, lord knows you don't. Your hands were gentle, and you finished rubbing the product into his skin.
Your voice carried a scolding tone that Colt was used to. Colt had heard this lecture from you multiple times after you had seen his skincare routine one night, after he offered you to spend the night since it was too late for you to drive back to your apartment after the movie night you guys had (he offered you his bed while he took the couch, even though his back would hurt the next morning).
Colt's eyes snapped open at your remark, "Hey! I do." He said indignantly.
You snickered at his reaction before lightly tapping his cheeks with your palms and pinching his cheek. "Yeah, after I nagged you about it."
Colt huffed and grabbed your wrist as your hand retracted and pretended to bite at your fingertips. You were quick to rip your hand out of his wrist and shook your head at him. He smiled at the furrow in your brow as you rolled your eyes at him.
"Come on, I've got a breakfast burrito with your name on it." Colt said.
Your eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Great, I'm starving! I just gotta grab a shirt and my bag and then we can go." You went to leave the bathroom, but Colt didn't move out of the way and stayed in the doorway.
"You don't need a shirt," Colt said as his eyes were trained on your chest (What? Your boobs were right there, what was he supposed to do? Not look at them?).
"My eyes are up here." You said with dry amusement in your voice as you placed a hand on his chest to push him out of your way.
The push to his chest snapped him out of his dazed state. He moved out of your way and trailed behind you as you nabbed the shirt hanging off the back of your couch and slipped it on before grabbing your stuffed tote bag and slung it on your shoulder. Your sunglasses were already perched on your head, and you grabbed your phone and keys, slipping on your flip flops at the entrance of your door.
Colt grabbed the bag of food from the coffee table, grabbed your keys, and replaced them with your food. You smiled at him, and the two of you left your apartment, the keys jingling in Colt's hands as he locked your door. Colt couldn't help but throw an arm over your shoulder and pull you into his side as the two of you walked down the hallway of your apartment complex.
The breakfast burritos that Colt had gotten for the two of you were eaten quickly as Colt drove down the PCH with the windows down. The playlist you had made filled the comfortable silence that settled between the two of you. While Colt was driving, you couldn't help but admire him through your sunglasses as he drove.
He was wearing a fitted white tank top and some plain navy blue swim trunks. Your eyes lingered on the sculpted muscles of his arms and how his pecs subtly bulged from the tight fit of the tank top. The blonde strands of Colt's hair were tucked underneath the baseball cap he was wearing backward, with a small tuft of it sticking out of the small hole where the closure of the hat was—but what made your heart flutter was the sight of your last name embroidered on it.
Then your eyes drifted down his side profile—they traced the slope of his nose and the curve of his lips, pulled up into a knowing smirk.
"See something you like?" Colt asked with amusement coating his tone as he glanced at you over his own sunglasses.
You blinked, then dragged the sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to meet Colt's mirthful expression. "Maybe." You said coyly, a smile growing on your face.
No matter how much Colt wanted to admire you as you sat next to him in his truck, he had to keep his eyes on the road, but a wide grin grew on his face as he shook his head at you.
Soon enough, the two of you made the hour-and-a-half drive in record time, and since it was technically the off-season for beaches in California, the parking lot was virtually empty save for the few cars that were scattered across the lot. It also helped that the beach Colt took the two of you to was one only locals knew about, so it was pretty secluded.
You guys hopped out of the truck and started to unpack it, and you stared at the surfboard for a second. "You're gonna surf today?" You asked.
"Probably not, it looks like the waves are pretty calm today." Colt shook his head as he grabbed the cooler out of the truck.
"Then, why did you bring it?" You pulled out the chairs and the umbrella.
"For aesthetic purposes, you know, to fit the vibe of a beach day." Colt quipped as he closed the truck bed.
You chuckled. "You're ridiculous."
Colt smiled proudly. "I'm taking that as a compliment."
"You're a weirdo." You shook your head at him before going to grab the cooler, but Colt batted your hands away from it. "Colt!"
Colt tsked at you. "I got it. Just grab your chair and my towels, I can get the rest."
You huffed but did what he said. You slung one of the chairs (which was in one of those bags with a strap to carry it) over your free shoulder, then grabbed the towel on his shoulder and draped it over your arm.
Colt slung the umbrella and the other chair over his shoulders before grabbing the cooler. He jutted his chin towards the ocean that was just a couple of feet away from where you parked. "Lead the way."
It didn't take very long to find a spot, and the two of you set it up pretty quickly. There were maybe ten or so people on this beach (including you and Colt), so the beach was very peaceful, and the waves gently lapping at the shore added to the serene ambiance.
Once the two of you finished organizing everything, you had taken off your shirt and jean shorts, which made Colt let out a low whistle, to which you whacked his abdomen with the back of your hand, though the small smile pulling at your lips betrayed your amusement.
Colt raised his hands in silent surrender, but had a grin on his face. He took off the hat alongside his tank top, and you had to physically turn around and busy yourself with digging through your bag, otherwise you knew you would start drooling at the sight of him shirtless. But you still caught a glimpse of the spattering of chest hair and dark blonde hair on his stomach, leading down and underneath his swim trunks.
Colt clocked your reaction and chuckled to himself. He was glad that he could have as much of an effect on you as you did on him.
You grabbed the sunscreen from your bag and composed yourself for a second before facing Colt. "Turn around." You gestured to the bottle of sunscreen you brought.
"Yes, ma'am." Colt teased before doing as you said, and you were faced with his toned back.
Your eyes lingered on the scar on his lower back before you uncapped the sunscreen, poured a generous amount onto your hand, capped it, and tossed it onto your chair. You smiled at the Colt's small flinch at the cold sunscreen once you started to apply the sunscreen to his back, making sure it was all rubbed into his skin. Your eyes traced the planes of muscle that shifted with each small movement that he made.
"All done." You said as you tapped his back.
"Thanks." You had expected Colt to move on, but he just stared at you.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"
He gestured to the sunscreen on the chair. "Aren't you going to do the rest of me?" Colt asked cheekily.
You picked up the sunscreen bottle and sent him a sarcastic smile. "No." You responded before shoving it into his chest. "You broke your back, not your arms."
Colt huffed dramatically. "You love to hit where it hurts the most." Colt winked, letting you know that he knew you were joking, and started applying sunscreen to the rest of his body.
"Oh, don't pretend you don't love it." You said, rolling your eyes. "Make sure to do your face again." You reminded him before sitting down on your chair and grabbed your book, waiting for him to finish with the sunscreen.
Once he was done, Colt tapped your head lightly with it, making you look up at him, and he gestured for you to stand up. You saved the place in your book, stood up, gathered your hair over one of your shoulders, and had your back facing Colt. You heard the sunscreen cap open, then close once more.
Then you felt Colt's warm hands spread the sunscreen over your back, and you held back the shiver that threatened to zip down your spine. You could feel how big his hands were as they were rubbing the sunscreen into your skin and under the straps of your bikini in a soothing motion.
You couldn't help but imagine them moving down to your hips and gripping them to pull you back into Colt's chest. But his hands were gone as soon as he was finished, and you sent him a smile over your shoulder before taking the bottle from him and applying sunscreen to the rest of your body.
You tossed the sunscreen back in your bag, and you looked at the water for a second before you turned to Colt with a sly smile.
Colt noticed your smile, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you. "What's up with the smile?"
"Nothing," you said as innocently as you could, taking a step closer to Colt and looking up at him. "How do we feel about a small wager?"
"What kind?" Colt's interest was piqued, and he was fully mesmerized by the mischievous glint in your eyes.
"We race to the water, winner gets to pick the movie for our next movie night." You proposed as you stuck out your hand.
Colt clasped your smaller hand in his. "You're on." A smug grin slid on his face. Your smile mirrored his as you shook his hand, you knew that Colt wouldn't pass up a bet no matter how small it was.
You leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek before pulling back to see a shocked look spread across his face.
"See you at the shoreline!" You winked at him before pushing him hard, making him stumble back, then you dashed out from under the umbrella. Your giggles filled the air and mixed with the water crashing on the shore.
Colt regained his balance. The shove you gave him snapped him out of his stupor, and he immediately sprinted after you. His laughs followed yours as he swiftly caught up to you (curse him and his longer strides). Colt was quick to sweep you up into his arms; your giggling turned into a small squeal as he kept moving until his feet hit the water.
Colt jostled you in his arms. "That wasn't fair! You cheated."
"You have longer legs than me!" You exclaimed through laughter. "I was just leveling the playing field." You were clutching onto Colt's shoulders as he held you by your waist.
You guys didn't necessarily register how close your faces were until you'd calmed down from your laughing fit. You guys stared at each other with gentle smiles on your faces. Colt had started to put you down gently, but as soon as one of your feet hit the water, the cold zipped up your spine, and you clutched Colt tighter, pulling your foot back up.
Colt couldn't help the laugh that rumbled through his chest, making you throw a glare at him.
"Don't laugh at me. It's cold!" You pouted at him.
"S'not that cold." Colt shook his head at you before a roguish smirk appeared on his lips, and you knew exactly what that smile meant.
"Colt." Your voice was laced with warning, but he ignored it as he moved further into the water. You started to protest and try to wiggle out of his arms, but his grip was iron-clad around your waist.
"Please, please, please don't do this! I'll let you pick the movie, I'm sorry that I cheated!" You started to plead with him as the water began to hit his thighs.
Colt shook his head. "It's a little late for apologies sweetheart, you should have thought about this before you decided to play dirty."
You could feel his grip loosening on you, so you clutched onto him tighter. "Colt, please." You sent him your best puppy-dog look, pout and all (but you could never do it as well as he could).
Colt's eyes softened for a split second before the smile was plastered back on his face, and he threw you into the ocean. Cold, salty water enveloped you as you landed in it with a splash. It was a shock to your heated body, and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin as you stood in the water, wiping the water clinging to your face and eyelashes, glaring at Colt as he laughed.
"You're an ass." You spat out as you moved a strand of your hair from your face.
"There's always consequences for your actions." Colt said while shrugging, a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes trailed down your now wet figure.
"Mhm, really?" You asked with derision in your tone as you smiled mockingly at him.
"Yep." Colt popped the 'p' a bit obnoxiously.
Instead of responding to him, you splashed him with water, and Colt flinched from the sudden feeling of the cold water hitting his heated skin. Colt looked down at his now-wet chest and back at you.
"Just remember, you started this." Colt lunged at you before you dodged him with a yelp-turned-laugh.
The two of you swam around, splashing each other, and roughhousing in the water like you guys were kids again. You had spent about an hour in the water before getting tired and hungry. So the two of you went back to your little setup on the nearly-vacant beach, dried off, and ate some lunch that Colt had meal-prepped the night before. You guys were chatting between bites and sips of the drinks Colt also brought from the cooler.
Once you guys were done eating, you opted to tan for a little while, resting your head on an extra towel that Colt had rolled up for you, and read while Colt ran back to his truck to grab his surfboard. The waves had gotten bigger as the day went on, and so he was going to try to surf for a little while. He tried to coax you into joining him, but you wouldn't go in without a wetsuit (which neither of you had). You also didn't know how to surf well, so you waved off Colt and dived into your book.
Colt surfed for maybe thirty minutes before he came back, and you were now lying on your back, sunglasses perched on your nose bridge as you flipped through your book. Colt was quick to dry off and lay next to you, but rested his head on your lap, the two of you in an 'L' shape near your things. You didn't protest Colt lying with you, and your free hand found his damp hair and raked through the strands, gently detangling them with your fingers.
You heard Colt let out a soothing sigh. "Can you read to me?" He asked in a relaxed voice.
"Sure." You replied before jumping into the page you were on, and you continued to comb your fingers through his hair. Your voice was just as soothing as the ocean's crashing waves, and soon they blended for Colt as he was lulled into sleep.
You had stopped reading altogether when you noticed that Colt was sleeping soundly. You placed your book beside you after bookmarking it, and you let your mind wander as you watched the water, your hand still playing with Colt's hair. After a couple of minutes, you sat up to admire Colt's features.
He looked younger while he was sleeping, but he also looked younger when he had a bright smile on his face. Your hand left his hair, and your fingertips traced his brow bone lightly, then the ridge of his nose, before skimming the edge of his parted lips, the soft hair of his upper lip tickling your fingertips.
"I'm starting to think that you have a staring problem." Colt murmured with his eyes still closed.
You just smiled at him, saying nothing in response. You placed your hand on his cheek, making his eyes crack open. The late afternoon sun painted your features in an orange hue that made you look like Colt's own personal angel, looking down on him, with the light making a halo around your head. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Colt's forehead, making his heart simultaneously melt and explode at the affection.
Colt swallowed hard before speaking. "What was that for?"
You shrugged. "I just wanted to."
Colt nodded. "Cool. Cool." God, you had no idea how much Colt wanted to fist-pump the air right now, but he contained himself. "You know if you ever wanted to do it again, it's totally fine by me."
You laughed a little, having to stifle it before responding, "Good to know." You sent him a small smile before looking back at the water, your hand returning to his hair and combing through the now dry strands.
"Wanna go back in the water ?" Colt asked after a beat of silence.
"Not fully," You shook your head. "It's going to be really cold if we swim in it, now."
"That's fine. We can walk for a little." Colt suggested, and you nodded.
Both of you got up and dusted some sand off yourselves before you guys walked side by side to the shoreline. Colt felt brave and grabbed your hand. You said nothing, laced your fingers with his, and you guys walked in silence, holding hands as you walked along the edge of the water.
At some point, you guys stopped walking and just stared at the vast expanse of the Pacific. You had ended up in front of Colt, resting against his chest as his arm was slung across your chest. The two admired the sun slowly setting; the sunset made the ocean look like it was made of diamonds and precious gems as the fading light danced across the water's surface.
Before the sun was fully set, you guys headed back to where your stuff was and packed up. Once the truck was all packed up, you guys rinsed and dried off. You changed out of your swimsuit into some lounge pants and Colt's hoodie, while Colt just put his Miami Vice jacket over his tank top and wore some sweatpants before the two of you went and ate at the nearest burger joint before going to grab some ice cream to share.
Then Colt drove you guys to a lookout spot overlooking the sea from a cliff. You guys ate the half-melted ice cream through delirious laughter and sputtered words, but the two of you were having the time of your lives with one another.
The ice cream was quickly finished, and you were calming down from your laughter. At some point, Colt had taken off his jacket, and you were sitting the wrong way in his truck, your back was braced against the glove box, and your bare feet rested on the bench seat.
The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the sea, and it filtered into the truck, casting both of you in a soft, dim white glow.
"This was really fun. I had a great time." You admitted with a soft grin.
"Yeah?" Colt mirrored your grin as his arm rested on the wheel, his thumb tapping on the edge of it.
"Yeah." You confirmed as you looked at him.
Colt looked at you with such fondness in his eyes that it almost made you feel shy under his gaze, a silence settling in the truck cabin.
You broke eye contact with him, looking out the window into the darkened night, and fiddled with the cuffs of the hoodie.
"Hey," Colt murmured, pulling your attention back to him. "C'mere." Colt reached out and tugged on your sleeve.
You did as he said so easily; the low timber of his voice was like your personal siren song. You sat up and slid towards him as your knees pressed into the leather of the seat. Colt's hand was hesitant as he lifted and placed it gently on your cheek.
Colt leaned closer to you, and just before your noses touched, he stopped. "Can—" He swallowed thickly, nerves rattled his core. "—can I kiss you?"
A small but giddy smile pulled at your lips. "Yeah."
Colt let a small but relieved breath before pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into the kiss. It was just a simple press of your lips together, but Colt felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Finally, after months of waiting, Colt was finally kissing you.
Colt had pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. "God, I've been wanting to do that for a while." He admitted breathlessly.
You chuckled at him. "Then why didn't you do it earlier?"
"Didn't want to mess up with you again. You wanted to take it slow so I wanted to honor that." Colt's thumb was caressing your cheek as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes.
Your heart swelled at Colt's words. "I love you." You couldn't hold back the words as they burst from you.
Colt felt like his heart was going to break his ribcage with how fast it was pounding as he stared at you dumbly. You had broken his brain. "R-really?"
"Yes. I think I have been since we traded hats." You said, letting out a wet laugh; tears of glee lined your eyes. "But today just solidified it."
Colt let out a relieved laugh before he pulled your face to his again and pressed multiple pecks to your lips, mumbling 'I love you' in between each kiss, making you laugh at how infectious Colt's joy was. You guys weren't even kissing anymore, just smiling into each other's mouths and basking in the happy bubble the two of you were in.
You managed to calm down enough to capture his lips once more for a longer kiss, pouring all of your emotions into it. Colt returned your kiss with the same fervor. Colt couldn't help himself and pulled you into his lap with ease, and you were straddling him. The steering wheel was digging into your lower back, but you didn't care as Colt's tongue swiped and the seam of your lips and licked into your mouth.
Colt could feel how warm your skin was from the sun, even though it had gone down hours ago. But he savored the feeling of your bare waist and hips underneath his calloused palms as they roamed underneath the hoodie you had borrowed (stolen) from Colt as the two of you kissed. If nothing else happened tonight and he just got to kiss you, then he could die a happy man.
Colt loved how your lips moved against him and the little sigh that escaped your nose when he nibbled on your bottom lip. His tongue danced with yours, and he couldn't help but smile at the taste of the sweet vanilla on your tongue as he sucked on it lightly. He was re-familiarizing himself with your taste, your sounds, and how your body reacted to him.
Your hands wove themselves into the messy blonde strands at the back of his head as one of his hands moved from under the hoodie to cradle your jaw, and deepened the kiss even further. Your hips had a mind of their own as they ground against the rapidly growing bulge underneath Colt's sweats.
A groan escaped Colt at the feeling of friction against his groin, and the rumble of his voice sent a zap of arousal down your spine, making your hips roll against his once more. It was like the two of you had a feedback loop of desire feeding into your bodies as the kisses increased with heat and passion.
Your body was getting hot from the layers you were wearing, and you pulled away from Colt for a second, ripped off the hoodie, sent it to the floor of the truck, and attached your lips back to Colt's. Colt barely managed to capture a glimpse of your bare chest, a low whine escaping him that was muffled by your lips. His hands couldn't help but glide up the length of your back before they diverged; one of them stayed on your upper back, while the other one traveled down to your ass and squeezed it.
You had tugged at his hair, and that dull pain snapped Colt out of his lust-induced haze. "W-wait." Colt just barely managed to pull away from you, a moment of clarity hitting him.
You tried to chase his lips but stopped when you heard the breathy nature of his tone. "Yeah? What's wrong?" You asked as you sat back a little, but you backed up further than you meant to, and you managed to elbow the horn of the truck, making it blare out in the quiet night, making the two of you jump in surprise.
Once your heartbeat reset to a normal pace, your eyes met Colt's, and the two of you shared a small laugh, and the two of you shuffled across the bench seat to where you were sitting, giving you ample space to lean back if you needed.
Colt kept his eyes trained on your face (no matter how much they wanted to slide down and trace the shape of your breasts). "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. Are you?" You threw back at him as you gently scraped your nails through his scalp.
Colt's eyes fluttered at the sensation (god, that was like his kryptonite). "Yeah. But my truck wasn't what I had in mind."
"Oh?" An amused smile pulled at your lips. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"
"Well, for starters, I would have asked you out on a date—" Colt couldn't help himself and leaned in and pressed a kiss to your collarbone, "—wined and dined you before inviting you back to my apartment for a night cap—" His lips trailed up your neck, pressing an even softer kiss to the skin before it reached your jaw, "—where I'd ask you if I could kiss you and then I'd rock your world." Colt's lips finally reached your lips, where he kissed you so gently that you could barely call it a kiss.
You couldn't help but laugh against his lips. "Colt, honey, I'm literally topless in front of you and you're worried about doing it right?" You pulled away from him slightly.
"I'm worried about giving you the best and doing it right." Colt corrected as he looked deep into your eyes.
Your eyes softened when you saw the glint of fear in his eyes. "Hey," You said gently as one of your hands found his cheek, "I don't need the best. I just need you."
Colt looked back and forth between your eyes that were filled with sincerity as he swallowed thickly.
"Besides," You continued with a growing smile on your slightly swollen lips. "When have we ever done this right?" You gestured to the two of you before leaning closer to him, your lips brushing against his. "We can have that nightcap at your apartment as a round two." You whispered sultrily before kissing him again.
Well, when you put it that way, Colt couldn't help but silently agree with you as he pressed his lips harder against yours. It was like the dam had broken and Colt's hands had skated up your rib cage and cupped your breasts in his hands, and he started to pinch and tweak your nipples as they hardened underneath his touch.
You let out a breathy moan against him, and Colt's lips made their way down your jaw, your neck, and chest before they were wrapped around one of your breasts, and he started to suck and nip at the area. You leaned back and threw your head back, letting a small whine escape you.
Your hips started to grind against his slowly, and you could feel how your underwear was sticking to you with how wet you were getting. The friction felt great against your sensitive clit that was begging for attention.
One of your hands found itself trailing down Colt's chest before they slipped underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, your knuckles brushed past the patch of hair on his stomach, and you couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped you when you found no barrier between you and his hardness.
"No underwear?" You asked before you grasped him, making him choke on a groan as he pulled away from your boob.
"I should ask you the same thing. You had no shirt underneath my hoodie." Colt muttered as he nipped at the soft flesh of your breast before he moved on to the neglected breast and sucked a mark on top of it.
Your lip twitched. "Touche." You responded before Colt had groaned again as your hand slowly squeezed his cock before your thumb teased his tip, collecting the pre-cum that had leaked out, you dragged your hand up and down to spread it.
To even the playing field, one of Colt's hands slipped past the barriers you were wearing, and he smirked when he felt how slippery your slit was as he dragged his fingers through it. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed at your clit.
The two of you teased each other with how slow the other was going. You leaned forward to kiss him again and he responded in kind, his tongue diving into your mouth as one of his thick fingers slipped further down and prodded at your entrance before it dipped inside of you smoothly, there wasn't a hint of resistance because of how wet you were for Colt. Your hand faltered on his cock as his finger started to move inside of you, sending waves of heat through your body.
Another finger slipped in beside his first one, and Colt let out a breathy 'fuck' at the feeling of your tight walls stretching to accommodate his fingers. "You're so tight f'me. Gonna have to stretch you out, sweetheart."
You moaned at his words. "Please. Wanna feel you." You continued to move your hand on his cock, before giving up and rolling your hips onto Colt's hand, riding his fingers.
Colt didn't mind you stopping—he was too focused on trying to make you come on his fingers. He shifted his fingers slightly, and suddenly, he was hitting the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. His other hand had moved from your chest to rest on your throat, not squeezing, just resting as you panted against Colt's mouth.
You were close, you knew it, and Colt knew it and responded in kind, moving his thumb to rub at your clit as he aimed your g-spot with every thrust of his fingers. "You gonna come?" Colt's voice was thick and rough with desire as his eyes were trained on your lust-addled expression.
"Yes! S-so close." You choked out as pleasure threatened to rack your body.
"Be a good girl f'me and come," Colt commanded, and you couldn't help but listen, and you fell apart on his fingers as your vision went white. You slumped over Colt's body, as your hips mindlessly continued to ride his fingers as you came down from your orgasm.
Once you caught your breath, Colt's fingers slowly retracted from your slit, covered in your slick, he looked you dead in the eye and sucked your arousal off his fingers. Your breathing had turned heavy as he pulled them out of his mouth and kissed you, letting the taste of you mix with the taste of him.
You groaned into his mouth, and you remembered where your hands were and grasped his cock once more and started to move your hand up and down on it, using various amounts of pressure once you got to his sensitive head.
"Fuck." Colt grunted before he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "Things are going to end a lot sooner than I want." He responded to your look of confusion, sounding out of breath.
Colt pulled your hand out of his sweatpants. He took off his tank top before dragging his pants down to his thighs, his cock springing up and hitting his bare stomach.
You swallowed at the sight of his hard cock, you had nearly forgotten how big he was (but you couldn't, you remember exactly how it carved you out anytime you and Colt fucked), and your mouth started to salivate.
Colt tugged at your own pants, and you helped him get rid of them completely, leaving the two of you naked and bathed in the light of the moon that leaked into the truck. Colt kissed you again as he reached behind you, opened the glove box, and searched for something blindly.
You couldn't help but laugh as he let out a frustrated groan against your lips. You pulled away, and he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder before hooking his chin over it to be able to see what he was looking for. You heard him say a little 'ah!' before leaning back into the seat, and you saw a condom wrapper in his hand.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "You keep condoms in your truck?"
"I put them there this morning."
The eyebrow you raised climbed higher on your forehead; you were sending him a bit of a judgmental look.
"Wishful thinking?" Colt said sheepishly.
You broke and laughed, shaking your head. "You're so lucky that you're cute."
Colt sent you a smile before he ripped it open with his teeth (which shouldn't have been as attractive as it actually was, but you blame it on Colt's natural charm), and you had taken the condom from him and rolled it down his cock. You shifted on his lap to hover over his cock.
You didn't know who leaned in first, but Colt's mouth was on yours once more, and the two of you moaned in each other's mouths as you slowly sank on Colt's cock. You took it slow since it had been a while since you've been with anyone, and even longer since you've been with Colt. Usually, it took a bit more prep time when it came to Colt filling you up, but you were impatient, and you craved to have Colt fill you up to the brim.
You had to take a second for yourself when your pelvis hit his own. God, it felt overwhelming with how he stretched you out, and it was like he was in your throat with how full your cunt felt.
Colt's eyes were squeezed shut, and you could see the tendons in Colt's neck strain with effort. Colt was holding back from immediately shifting his hips and moving inside you, trying to give you time to adjust, but your fluttering walls were really tempting him to throw caution to the wind and start moving.
But soon enough, your hips started to move, and he let out a stuttering breath once you did. Colt's hands found refuge on your hips, just resting as he let you move at your own pace. Heavy breathing and moans filled the truck cabin, and fog began to coat the windows as the heat built between the two of you.
"You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart." Colt groaned. "Missed you so much. God, you're so pretty, my pretty girl." He praised.
You moaned at the praise, and your hips started to move faster. Colt couldn't tear his eyes off of you as you moved up and down his cock. He could feel the heat of arousal pool in his lower abdomen, but tried to stave it off, wanting you to come on his cock first.
Colt's grip on your hips tightened, and he started to thrust up to meet your hips, and the sound was obscene as the slap of your ass against his thighs started to mix in with your moans and whines. Colt felt your walls start to clench repeatedly around him.
"I can feel you clenching around me. You close?" Colt groaned out as his grip on your hips almost turned bruising.
"H-harder, please!" You babbled out as your hips continued to rock up and down on Colt.
Colt obliged and angled his hips in a way that the thick tip of his cock hit your g-spot with each thrust before he sent a hand in between your legs and started to work at your oversensitive clit. You practically sobbed out as the pleasure started overwhelming your senses and you fell apart on his cock, your cunt spasming around his cock.
Colt couldn't help but finally let go of the coil that was wound tight around his abdomen, and his cock twitched inside of you as he filled the condom with his spend. His thrusts slowed down as the two of you came down from your highs. Your head had fallen into the crook of his sweaty neck as you came, and as you finally had caught your breath, you inhaled his musky scent.
Colt was softening inside of you, but neither of you cared—you both liked being this close with one another. Colt coaxed you from the crook of his neck and pulled you into a kiss that was so sweet that it could have given you a cavity.
"I love you." Colt mumbled against your lips.
"I love you too." You murmured back.
The two of you knew that you should clean up, but all Colt did was crack open the window a bit before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you close to him, and the two of you listened to the crashing waves of the ocean and let the feeling of contentedness wash over you and Colt.
Your hearts were full of each other, and everything finally felt right once more.
