Chris and Co. Oneshots

Break The Rules - Colin Shea x Reader *

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Masterbation! Voyeurism! Oral Sex! Unprotected Sex! Language!

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You and Colin had been friends since you were kids, so now that you were adults and living together you had one rule and one rule only.

No sleeping together.

It was a good rule, and it was a rule that was working. Because there was no way that you could ruin the friendship you had.

It was a good rule right up until it stopped working. As soon as it stopped working it became the most infuriating and unfair rule ever.

You weren't sure when or how it happened, but all of a sudden, your annoying best friend became the object of your desires. You no longer found it irritating when he'd walk into the kitchen in only his boxers, instead you'd choke on your coffee or have to actively tell yourself to stop staring and drooling.

The worst part was hearing Colin's conquests. They used to be annoying, you'd grab your noise cancelling headphones and find something to distract yourself. Now though you found it impossible to not listen in, listen to the moans and cries of pleasure Colin pulled from his conquest. Wondering what it would be like if it was you trapped underneath him, your nails digging into his back as he pulled multiple orgasms from you.

The more you listen the more unbearable it got. Your core ached and cried out for friction. You hand dipping between your thighs in a desperate attempt to relieve yourself. You head buried in a pillow to muffle your moans.

It became like clockwork, as soon as you heard a new conquest walk through the door, you'd make your way into your room. Closing your eyes, letting your mind wander, picturing in intimate detail what Colin would do to you. Coaxing yourself to orgasm wishing it was Colin's fingers instead of your own.

Before long Colin entered your dreams, making your situation far worse. Your fantasies becoming even more intense as you pictured Colin fucking you against ever surface in the apartment.

One night you woke for one particularly intense dream, your chest heaving as you caught your breath and came down from your high.

"Fuck" you mutter under your breath sitting up.

You quickly cleaned yourself up and climbed out of bed hoping to relief your dry mouth. Walking out of your bedroom you crossed the living to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water.

A gasp of surprise left your lips as you turned around to lean against the counter, spotting Colin stood leaning against the wall by your bedroom door. Even in the low light you could see the smirk on his lips.

"Co-Colin what are you doing up?" You ask trying to compose yourself.

A task that seemed impossible when he stood there in nothing but a tight pair of boxers. You had to mentally scold yourself and tell yourself to look at his face. Not his chiselled chest and the outline of his package though the boxes that made arousal flood your core.

"Was thirsty" he shrugs pushing himself off the wall, walking over to you "thought I'd grab a bottle of water" he continued opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle.

"But then I heard something interesting" he said after a moment, looking over at you.

"What- what did you hear?" You ask stuttering slightly as he turned to face you.

"You calling out my name" he said with a small smirk playing at his lips.

"Oh" you mutter unable to look anywhere else but him.