Brezzy Baby

The reason why they were watching Love Island in the first place was because Y/N had finally gotten tired of competing with the entire Bears roster for her boyfriend's attention.

For the last three weeks, Colston had been everywhere, not in a bad way but he was everywhere. From golfing with Caleb once a week then going out to eat, playing video games with him too.

And somehow Rome got himself into it too,they were all together every other night doing something.

At first Y/N hadn't minded, she genuinely liked that Colston had friends and teammates he was close with. But eventually she'd started noticing a pattern, whenever she looked for him, he was gone, with the guys.

Whenever she suggested doing something together, there was always a "later." And it never came as always. So when she forced him to spend the evening with her, there was no choice. Luckily he showed up.

Though the amount of confusion he'd displayed during the first fifteen minutes had nearly killed her.

The two of them were stretched across the couch, Y/N had a glass of wine in her hand.

Colston had stolen half her blanket despite not needing it at all.

"Wait."

Y/N didn't even look away from the TV.

"What?"

"They share rooms?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yes."

He stared at the screen.

"That's crazy."

She snorted.

"You're just figuring that out?"

"No.".

"Look."

Corbin and Kenzie were under the covers mostly, clearly not sleeping. Colston blinked twice before turning back at Y/N.

"They be doing that at night?"

Y/N nearly choked on her wine.

"Colston."

"What?"

His expression was completely serious, "They got cameras everywhere."

"Yes."

"They know the cameras are there?"

"Yes.

His eyebrows shot up, "That's insane."

Y/N laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes, and for the next hour  he became progressively more invested despite claiming every five minutes that the show was stupid.

By the end of the episode he knew everybody's names thankfully. 

"I thought this show was dumb."

"It is."

By the first look for the next night, she felt content that this was a mini date for them. She missed them sitting together talking, being normal.

She saw Colston grab her phone and instantly knew, the feeling set in her stomach.

Colston stood from the couch stretching.

"Alright."

Her eyes followed him.

"Alright?"

"Yeah."

He shoved his phone into his pocket.

"Gonna hop on the game."

Y/N stared at him.

The warmth she'd been feeling disappeared almost instantly.

"With who?"

He looked at her like the answer was obvious, like it was flashing on his big forehead.

"Caleb. Rome. The guys."

Silence, the deathly kind and Colston noticed it immediately.

"What?"

Y/N slowly set her wine glass down.

"No."

He laughed.

She stood up, “No you aren’t leaving.”

“And why is that?”

The fact that he genuinely didn't understand made something inside her crack a little, because from his perspective this was probably no big deal.

And suddenly she was spending more time looking at pictures of him than actually seeing him.

"You've been gone constantly."

"What?"

"You have."

"Baby-"

"No."

She shook her head, "Seriously.” 

Now he realized this wasn't about video games, this was about something else, something bigger than normal.

"You've been with Caleb every day."

“Thats not true and you know-”

“Everyday, and Rome too.”

“Alright.”

“And the other guys-”

“Y/N.” He massaged his temple while she kept speaking, clearly annoyed.

“And then you come home.. And you’re tired.”

The room got quieter, and Colston wasn't talking anymore. Because suddenly he was seeing it, actually seeing the hurt she was going through.

"You know what I feel like?"

His stomach dropped.

"What?"

"A display."

Immediately his face fell.

"A display?"

"Like something sitting in the corner waiting for you to remember it exists."

"Baby."

"No."

"You are not-"

"I barely see you."

The words hit harder than anything else she'd said in awhile, because they were true. And the worser part? He didn’t have a rebuttal.

"I've just been busy."

The second it left his mouth he regretted it, Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Busy?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Busy?"

She pointed toward him.

"That's exactly what I mean, I can’t deal with you like this.”

Colston rubbed a hand over his face, she was right and that was the problem. The strength drained out of him and his face softened.

“Im sorry.”

Y/N blinked.

The apology came so fast she wasn't expecting it.

"I'm serious."

He moved closer.

"I am."

His voice was quieter now.

"I didn't realize I was doing that."

"You were."

"I know."

The conversation hurt bad.

But it mattered, at least he wasn't arguing anymore, wasn’t trying to excuse himself at all.

"I missed you."

The words left him before he could stop them.

Her expression softened,  he looked genuinely miserable. Like he hated the fact she'd felt that way.

"I'm sorry."

Again.

Softer this time.

"I really am."

Y/N stared at him for a moment and wrapped her arms around him and he immediately he folded around her. Like he'd been waiting for permission to let go, his chin settled on top of her head.

Arms locking around her waist holding her close.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into her hair.

"I know."

"I'm serious."

"I know."

Another squeeze, stronger this time.

"I'm really sorry."

That finally made her laugh.

Because now he sounded genuinely distressed, like he was trying to apologize enough times to make up for three weeks at once.

"I know, Colston."

He buried his face against her shoulder.

Still holding her.

Still refusing to let go.

"I'm gonna do better."

And for once she believed him.

Because the game upstairs had been forgotten completely, his phone was untouched. Caleb can wait and so could everyone else, the girl he loved mattered more than anything.

colston's pov!!!

Y/N spent the entire afternoon pretending not to be nervous for the sake of AJ not worrying about her. It wasn’t about the dress, the heels, or her walking into the biggest event of the year for champions.

But she was nervous because tonight would be the first time anyone saw her with AJ.

For almost a year, she and AJ had somehow managed to keep things private. Not secret exactly. His family knew. Her family knew. A handful of teammates knew.

Luckily, the public knew nothing, no Instagram launches or accidental background appearances in her videos or his sightings. And now she was standing in her and AJ’s apartment in downtown Seattle, staring at herself while trying not to puke everywhere with her anxiety.

The blue dress on her was drop dead gorgeous as it hugged every curve perfectly, the front dipped low enough to show cleavage without being inappropriate, while the back was completely open all the way down to her lower back.

AJ stepped out of the bedroom, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit, and immediately froze.

His mouth literally fell open to the ground.

"Wow."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Don't."

"No."

He laughed, “No, hold on.”

“AJ..” 

He crossed the room immediately. The extremely tall tight end stopped in front of her and looked her up and down, and then did it once again.

"Holy shit."

She covered her face.

"Stop."

"I'm serious."

His eyes widened.

"Baby."

He looked genuinely stunned.

"You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen."

She felt flustered immediately, "You're biased."

He looked back down again, “Okay, but who allowed this??”

"It's just a dress."

"Just a dress?"

He looked personally offended.

"Do you see yourself?"

She couldn't stop smiling.

AJ dropped down into a squat in front of her, this giant man putting on her heels nearby. 

"What are you doing?"

"You'll fall."

"I know how to wear heels."

“Oh really?”

She smacked his shoulder lightly, being careful not to make him fall, which wouldn’t happen with his size.

AJ grinned.

Then carefully took her foot into his hand, gentler than anything he does, even on the field. Yet somehow it made her heart melt, because if you told AJ months ago he’d ever get to this stag,e he’d slap you for lying.

He fastened the strap around her ankle.

Then the other one.

"There."

He stood back up.

Then his eyes landed on the partially zipped dress.

"Turn around."

Y/N did.

The backless design exposed most of her back and he gulped loudly.

"You're trying to kill me."

She looked in the mirror, debating if she could put this conversation off, maybe it was a insecurity digging deep into her mind and pretend everything was fine, but this man could see right through her.

“You know.. What if your teammates dont like me?”

“What?”

“I know it sounds stupid.”

AJ was taken aback by this random nonsense coming out of her mouth, where did this come from?

“It does.” he paused before going behind her in the mirror and putting his arms around her waist. “Baby, why wouldn’t they not like you?”

She hesitated.

Then finally admitted it.

“Because im black, thats why.” 

He stared at her look in the mirror, and even he was confused. 

“I know its 2026, and people won't care as much but still theres some people that live in the world that we shouldn’t be together-” 

AJ kissed her on her lips with a quick peck before Y/N could continue.

"Listen to me."

She looked up.

"I don't care what color you are."

"I know."

"My teammates don't care what color you are."

She opened her mouth.

He cut her off immediately, rubbing one of her knuckles.

"No, all they care about Y/N is how you treat me, and how I treat you. You know I talk about you all the time, and I would do anything for you.”

She looked up into the mirror again before sealing another peck to her lips, “Besides that, you’re way out of my league mamas.”

"You look beautiful."

The sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten

"Really?"

He looked offended.

"Do not ask me stupid questions that you already know the answer to."

She laughed then grabbed her purse.

"Ready?"

AJ offered his arm and she took it. 

30 minutes later, they’d arrive at the venue which looked absolutely jaw dropping. Blue and white lights on the ceiling and the tables white and elegant. The moment AJ and Y/N stepped onto the blue carpet together cameras immediately started flashing.

And suddenly Y/N remembered why she'd been nervous.

"You're okay.” 

He pulled her closer putting his arm around her lower waist before continuing into the main venue.

AJ sat beside Y/N the entire evening, his hand finding her knee underneath the table whenever conversation drifted elsewhere.

The small gesture helped calm her nerves.

A blonde came up to her introducing herself as Madison and within 20 minutes Y/N felt like she’d known them forever.

"You know what's funny?" Riley, one of the backup QB’s wife said.

"What?"

"We've all been trying to figure out who AJ was hiding."

Y/N nearly choked on her drink.

"What?"

Madison nodded.

"Oh absolutely."

"Girl."

"The mystery woman became our cup of tea in the wag suite.” 

Sophie, another girl pointed dramatically.

"People genuinely thought he had an imaginary girlfriend."

After dinner, the lights dimmed and the entire room became hype and all the WAG’s pulled out their phones to record because they knew what was going on, the rings were coming, but they didnt know how.

Until, they literally started descending from the ceiling and every player lost their mind and AJ looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

His hands were shaking.

Y/N laughed.

"Open it."

"I am."

"AJ."

"I AM."

Everyone nearby started laughing flipping open the box and the ring was huge, which his hand size didn't make any better when the diamonds shined like it was a mini sun.

Players and coaches were hugging eachother and that included AJ no longer having his suit jacket on, getting pulled in with other players and disappearing into a crowd. 

About thirty minutes later most of the girlfriends and wives had migrated toward the back of the room.

Far away from the players acting like college freshmen who had discovered alcohol for the first time.

Y/N joined them.

Immediately finding herself surrounded by laughter.

Madison pointed toward a group of players.

One dude was showing literally everyone his ring every ten seconds.

"He hasn't stopped."

"Three hours."

"Three hours?" Y/N laughed.

"Every conversation."

One of the girls stood dramatically.

"'Hey man, nice weather.'"

She mimicked someone shoving a hand forward.

"'Did I show you my ring?'"

Everyone lost it.

Y/N laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink.

Then Riley pointed toward Sam Darnold.

"Look at Sam."

Y/N followed her gaze.

Sure enough, Sam was taking approximately his 50th photo of the night.

"He loves pictures."

"He absolutely does."

Madison laughed.

"I respect it."

Y/N smiled.

"I would've done the same thing."

"Exactly."

The conversation shifted to personal stories.

At one point, Madison revealed she'd accidentally met her boyfriend's mother before meeting him.

The group nearly cried laughing.

Then the attention shifted.

Straight to Y/N.

"So."

Y/N immediately knew she was in trouble.

"When did you and AJ start dating?"

The entire group got excited as Y/N laughed.

“Its been almost awhile now,” she said as everyone’s eyes widened who were in the conversation.

And for the first time all night she realized something.

She wasn't nervous anymore because nobody judged her in the slightest, they simply wanted to know the girl who made AJ happy, and some of the guys questioned how he made her happy in return.

yn.yln

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yn.yln: ring season 👀💍

@/12thmanupdates: THAT IS A FOOTBALL PLAYER HAND.

@/sportsgirl98: Girl we don't care about the food WHO ARE YOU DATING???

@/seattlefanforlife: WHY IS EVERY PHOTO CROPPED LIKE A CRIME SCENE

@/footballgirlie: Sis posted evidence and disappeared.

@/wagstalk: Hand too big for a corner.

@/seahawksnation: TIGHT END HANDS.

@/slayedbysyd: BODY TEA AS HELLL.

@/fentybeauty: excuse us while we stare respectfully.

@/beautywithbree: Whoever your man is, he's fighting for his life.

@/ajbarner: im a lucky guy

@/yn.yln: took you long enough to admit it 😘

@/nflupdates: OH THEY FLIRTING FLIRTING.

@/teuniversity: GET A ROOM.

@/oliviaculpo: stunning!!

@/mikefromboston: AJ TEACH ME YOUR WAYS.

@/jalenhurtsburner: i knew he was into sistas bro

@/realpatriotfan89: she's only with him for the money. yall know how these girls are.

@/nflfan88: seek employment.

@/seahawksforlife: what a odd thing to say.

@/yn.yln: that's crazy considering i had money before i met him lol.

@/wagossip: OH SHE GOT TIME TODAY.

@/brady12: interracial relationships never work anyway.

@/ajbarner: good thing nobody asked.

@/sportsandtea: future first round picks genetically

@/osuburner: her genetics ain't matching his.

@/ajbarner: weird thing to think about another man's future kids.

@/yn.yln: omg please open up the schools

@/katiedarnold: okay but where'd you get the dress because I NEED IT NOWW.

@/SKIMS: understood the assignment.

The morning after the Bears' win over Green Bay felt completely different from the chaos of the night before.

Less than twelve hours earlier, the stadium had been roaring. Cameras had followed every celebration. Reporters had crowded around lockers. Teammates had shouted over one another while music blasted through the locker room speakers. It had been loud and electric and unforgettable.

Now there was only silence.

The winter draft through the curtains of Colston's bedroom making everything colder than usual. The city outside was still waking up, but inside the apartment, time felt slower. The excitement of game day had settled into something quieter.

Colston was still asleep when Y/N first opened her eyes, and for a moment, she simply watched him.

Without the helmet, pads, and uniform, he looked different. Less like the imposing NFL tight end everyone saw on Sundays and more like the man she knew. His hair was a mess from sleep, one arm stretched across the mattress, breathing deep and steady.

The sight made her smile.

The Bears had beaten Green Bay the day before, and judging by the grin she'd watched him wear all night afterward, it was one of those wins that would stay with him for a long time.

She shifted closer, the movement must have stirred him because his eyes opened slowly. For a second, he looked confused, then seeing her across from him and immediately smiled. His sleepy smile was one of her favorite things in the world

"Morning," she whispered.

His voice was rough with sleep.

"Morning, mamas."

The nickname melted her every time, neither of them moved just yet so they could save the moment for a little bit longer. Colston's hand found hers automatically beneath the blankets, settling against her side as if it belonged there.

Y/N laughed softly when he pulled her a little closer to him.

"You're clingy after wins."

"After losses too."

"At least you're honest."

"Always my love."

His eyes hadn't left hers once, that was another thing about Colston.

When he looked at her, he really looked at her like she was the last person on planet Earth, because he damn near acted like it half the time. Comfortable.

Safe.

Y/N shifted until she was closer still, and Colston immediately wrapped an arm around her waist as eventually she leaned forward.

The kiss started lazily.

The kind of kiss that felt more like a greeting than anything else.

Colston smiled against her mouth for a second before kissing her back.

One hand settled against her lower back, holding her close as though he never intended to let her drift too far away.

Y/N's fingers disappeared into his messy hair that definitely needed a lineup.

That earned a satisfied hum from him.

He always loved when she played with his hair.

The kiss deepened naturally, unhurried and comfortable, both of them smiling occasionally whenever one of them accidentally bumped noses or laughed under their breath.

Colston then propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her as his free hand traced her shoulder before leaning in again for a kiss. When they broke apart, they were both slightly heavy at the breath as the sun came in through the window shining in his dark eyes. 

“You gon’ ride me?” he asked, his voice still raspy from sleeping.

A playful smirk appeared her lips immediately . She shook her head, just once, her eyes never leaving his. “Nah, wasn’t my intention..”

His smile didn’t falter; it just turned darker, more intent. “Missionary it is then,” he murmured but smirked right after.

Taking his time, he leaned down to kiss her again after flipping her over onto her back while his hands explored her hips and made their way lower.

Kissing her jaw and the pulse point below her ear making her shake for just a moment as he rocked his hips slowly against her, practically torture to her body.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered against her skin, his breath hot. “We got all morning.”

He positioned himself, and without a warning he pushed inside of her. Sinking into her every single inch and halfway through, her head dropped back onto the pillow before staying there letting her adjust to his size. Too deep inside of her, way too deep.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to hers, his eyes squeezed shut. “You feel that? You take me so good. Every damn time.”

“I can’t take it..” she moaned back as he started to move thrusting in and out hitting that spot that always made her toes curl, before propping himself up on his forearms looking down at her face. 

“Yes you can.. Thats it, so fuckin’ tight you know that?” 

Him saying that made Y/N gasp as he continued in and out of her. “Just like that mamas.” 

Her hands scratched at his back, her nails digging in slightly. The pleasure was building so much pressure in her lower belly getting tighter and tighter it was too much, too good for her.

Her mind drifted, blissfully hazy. In a moment of pure, unthinking surrender, a breathy, broken word escaped her lips. “Daddy…”

Colston froze while inside of her, then his eyes flew open at her as his ego skyrocketed. 

“What was that?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dark, thrilling purr. He didn’t move, letting the word hang in the air between them.

She blushed, mortified and turned on in equal measure, trying to turn her face into his shoulder, but he caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. 

“Say it again baby,” he commanded, his hips giving a slight, suggestive roll that made her whimper. She couldn’t. The embarrassment was too much for her and she tried to look away again.

With a slick sound, he pulled almost all the way out and then drove back into her, hard, and the pace was brutal as it made her breathless. The bed slammed against the wall, the noise echoing in the room.

“Yeah you like that?” he grunted, his voice strained as he started pounding into her. “So beautiful I swear, all mine.”

“Im gonna-” Y/N’s head went back again as she squeezed around him, coming to her peak, and soon he followed, staying inside for just one moment before pulling out. He collapsed onto the bed, some of his weight on her while the rest luckily on the mattress. 

A few minutes later he got up, rolling onto his back as his arm wrapped around Y/N which he moved onto him, her head tucked under his chin. It was a shock to her, at this moment she never cared about her phone. It was somewhere in this room, the silence filled the room.

“I cannot believe you still called me that.”

“Don’t get your ego too high baby.” she said after slapping his arm lightly before getting up to get ready for a shower.

“You got room for one more?” as Y/N looked back at him, rolling her eyes “You’re just down bad for no reason, I swear.”