Birthday Gifts // Cole Sprouse
Can you please write number 58, Cole x Reader? 💘
[“Shit, that’s hot”]
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex,
Word Count: 1,180
Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, Dayna Frazer
A/N: well, I’ll probably be up all night since my 1 hour nap and it turned into a 6 hour nap, so I might spend the whole night writing for you guys. X
I was laughing so hard while writing this because I was so tempted to have him sip a hot drink and be like “shit, that’s hot.”
“Happy Birthday, my darling girl!” Cole shouted as he walked into the kitchen, making you look up from your baking, a small smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks. “Ah, you look so pretty.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in for a kiss.
“Thank you, Cole,” you murmur, continuing decorating the cupcakes that you and Cole would be bringing to Dylan’s place, where you were all going for a few drinks, then hitting the town for dinner or something like that. You pushed your hair from your face, taking a deep breath and putting the piping bag down. He held a large, light dusty pink box in his hands, and a grin was on his lips.
“I got you a gift. And I know you said no gifts! But I saw it and I thought you’d love it so much, and I had to get it for you.” Cole handed you the box, which you gratefully took and set it on a clean part of the counter, gently placing your hands on his cheeks and leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Cole’s hands went to your waist, his fingers looping through the belt holes of your jeans, pulling your hips against his. His lips softly trailed from your jawline to under your ear, bringing goose bumps to your skin.
“Baby. I’m gonna go get ready, okay?” You pulled away slowly, brushing some of his hair from his face and kissing him one more time. You grabbed the box that contained some mystery item. Biting your lip and looking at Cole, you smiled softly before headed to the hallway to go to the bedroom.
“Before you put clothes on, come and show me what that looks like, okay?” Cole calls out, making you turn around, nodding a little bit and turning back around, headed into the bedroom.
You kept looking at yourself in the mirror, turning around and looking at every possible angle you could. You were taken away by the gift Cole had bought you. Your fingers trailed over the sparkly, sheer material of the bottoms, swallowing a lump in your throat. Pulling on your robe, you sat down at your vanity, looking through your lipsticks and pulling out a deep red lipstick and swiping it across your lips. You finished the rest of your make up, pulling out the black, lace dress you’d be wearing and looking through the bottom of the closet for a pair of heels. You picked out a pair of strappy Yves Saint Laurent’s, sliding them on. You pulled off your robe, hanging it back up and looking at yourself in the mirror again. Taking a deep breath and running your fingers through your hair, you let it fall over your shoulders and opening the bedroom door and walking towards the kitchen where Cole was.
Cole wasn’t sure what to expect. He did buy the lingerie for you, but he didn’t know how well you were going to pull it off, but as soon as he saw you appear at the end of the hallway, he swore that you had legitimately taken his breath away. His breathing hitched in his throat and he had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually you and not the maid or something.
“Shit, that’s hot.” Cole shook his head. You looked so… innocent, but dirty at the same time. Maybe it was the look on your face. You looked so shy and quiet, but he knew you were far from that.
“I’m uh, going to go put my dress on.” You pointed your thumb over your shoulder, but the ‘no’ that came from Cole’s lips took you back a little. “Come here,” he spoke, making you swallow a lump in your throat and walking towards him. You stood in front of the brunette (that was slowly going blonde again, thank god). You attempted to cross your arms over your stomach, but your wrists were captured by him. His breath could be felt against your neck as his lips rested close to your ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby girl. You look so… breathtaking.” Cole’s words sent a shiver down your spine, especially since he had never actually ‘fucked’ you. He was all about making love and loving you. He was always gently, but something clicked in him as soon as he saw you at the end of the hallway. “Now, go get dressed. We’re leaving soon.”
“You look absolutely stunning, Cupcake!” Dayna squealed as she saw you, embracing you in a tight hug. You always loved Dayna. She was so sweet, and if you ever needed some girl time, she was always there for you.
“Donut, you look gorgeous! But thank you!” You grinned, using the nickname you had given her a few months after you had met her. She was Donut and you were Cupcake. It was just this weird bond you both had over baking, and whenever one of you were bored, or upset, desserts would be brought over.
You walked beside Dayna, arm linked with hers as you both gossiped about anything you could think of. Cole and Dylan were catching up, trailing a bit behind you. “Also, Happy Birthday, (Y/N),” Dayna spoke, looking at you with a smile. She enveloped you into a hug, making you smile. You adored her so much.
“Yeah, Happy Birthday, (Y/N/N).” Dylan nodded, also wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Now, let’s go in that club and try to get as many free drinks as we can!” Dylan shouted, wrapping his arm around Dayna’s waist as they walked into the club, the bouncer letting the four of you straight in.
“Perks of being famous,” Cole whispered into your ear, making you shiver as his arm stayed wrapped around your waist. “Happy Birthday, once again, darling.” Cole gently kissed your cheek, making you smile.
“(Y/N)! C’mon!” Dayna pulled you away from Cole, taking you straight to the bar. “Can we get a round of shots for the birthday girl?!” Dayna shouted over the music, the bartender nodded, a grin on his lips as he looked at the both of you. ‘On the house!’ You had seen him mouth, making Dayna squeal a little. Once the two of you got a round of shots, Dayna brought them over to Dylan and Cole, who were sitting in a booth. “Free shots!”
You weren’t completely wasted, but putting the key in the keyhole was a bit harder than it seemed like it would be. Cole was being very handsy, his lips on your neck and hands on your waist.
As soon as you had gotten the door opened, you both stumbled inside, closing the door and locking it behind you. You were pushed against the wooden door, Cole’s lips attaching themselves to your neck, making you let out a soft moan.
Let us just say that your night was way more eventful than you thought it’d be.