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Since she was a girl Penelope Featherington was always seeking. 

A purpose, knowledge, love, affection, she sought all which eluded her. Over the years it had gotten her into some trouble here and there as some might see fit to call her seeking sneaking and while they weren’t exactly wrong she could never quite find it in her to stop. 

It after all had afforded her unseen insight on her very favorite subject, Colin Bridgerton.

They’d known one another since Penelope befriended his younger sister, Eloise, in their first year of university. At five years their senior he was far kinder than any man as attractive as he had the right to be, to a point that was almost infuriating. Surely a creature so perfect couldn’t exist but he did, with the loveliest blue eyes she’d ever seen, the softest looking curls, a giggle inducing smile and his body was, in her cartoon-heart-eyed-tongue-rolling out opinion, insane. 

Over the nearly three years of having known the Bridgertons they’d got to know one another quite well. Colin was not only sweet, smart and funny but the type to listen almost as much as he spoke and always gave her his undivided attention whenever Penelope managed to catch it. It was a real pity he was hardly ever in London, it was hard to do her usual seeking when the subject of her curiosity was miles away from her. 

So she had to employ alternative methods. From listening intently to Violet Bridgerton's anecdotes about his chaotic nature as a child to sitting idly by while Anthony complained about his lack of settlement and even poking around his bare social media pages Penelope rather felt like an elephant attempting to drink from a puddle. There was only so much one could learn by stalking his old classmates and rifling through his mothers closet filled with various keepsakes and (admittedly lovely) family photos. 

Then by some miracle just as Penelope and Eloise were wrapping up their last year at uni Colin decided to come home for an indefinite amount of time. 

Not only that but he’d be staying in their childhood home, a home which Penelope would also be living in over the summer while her and Eloise hunted for a flat and steady jobs. 

It was perfect. They’d see one another most mornings and evenings, Colin almost always cooked dinner and Penelope got the privilege of watching as he did so. She tried helping on multiple occasions though he said all she needed to do was sit and look pretty. It was enough to quiet her but not for long, they’d exchange stories and needless banter that borderlined on flirting and she knew it would have to be enough. There wasn’t a thing a man such as him would want from a girl like her aside from a loose friendship and she’d take it with little complaints. 

It never stopped her from wanting to know him deeper though, she longed to know the very make up of his soul and when Penelope longed for something so ardently there was nothing to do aside from seek it. 

So whenever Colin would leave the house for the afternoon either to attend the gym or visit with his siblings, Penelope took it upon herself to rifle through the sacred space which was his childhood bedroom. 

She had looked through it before of course, but unlike the years before where it remained empty aside from the furniture it was now filled with him, with Colin. His clothes often littered the ground, little knick knacks from his travels lined the shelves, his sheets always smelled of him now and the once cobweb filled drawers were now home to snuggly jumpers, far too many tanks, tight fitting briefs and exactly one well loved fleshlight. 

The first time Penelope happened across it she stumbled back, her eyes wide in shock though it wore off in seconds as a disbelieving grin stretched across her face. Colin Bridgerton had a sex toy. A rather vulgar one at that. To know someone who was so jovial and gentle would go out of his way to buy and use a fucking pocket pussy was as amusing as it was alluring. 

That night as she laid in bed, her little bullet vibrator shoved between her legs, it was all she could think of. Penelope imagined the face Colin would make as he pleasured himself, how the muscle of his arm would flex as he moved the toy steadily up and down, up and down, up and down, the slick, suction-like noises it would make, how he would sound as he came stuffing his silicone cunt to the brim. 

It became an awful habit of hers, waiting until Colin would leave the house so she could sneak into his room and catch a glimpse of it. Sometimes she would even touch it, her fingers rubbing against the fake clit as she would her own before pushing two inside. It wasn’t meant to go further than that but once Penelope had her fingers fit so snuggly inside she couldn’t quite shake the knowledge that his cock had been in there, hard and hot and leaking with need. 

After she tore her fingers out of the flushed pink toy Penelope sat herself on the edge of his bed and willed all thoughts of guilt to fall from her mind as her hand traveled beneath the waistband of her leggings and brought herself to completion right there atop his sheets. 

Another awful habit was born, one so addicting she spent most of her day hoping Colin would actually leave the house so she could go up to his bedroom and play with his toy. It was obscene, Penelope knew that but as always she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She’d touched the toy in all the ways she hoped Colin would touch her, gently then roughly, her fingers exploring its ribbed insides and even bringing it up to her mouth on occasion. That way the next time he used it the dried spit of her remained, an unknowing accomplice in his sought out pleasure. 

Penelope should’ve left it at that, for something that shouldn’t have been being done in the first place she was being awfully bold and uncaring but she never really knew when to stop. When Penelope found something she loved she chased it, sneakily and selfish. 

So when Penelope wanted to feel her bare ass against his bedsheets as she touched herself after thoroughly abusing his toy she shucked off her shorts and did just that, her tongue shoved deep as it could into the silicon canal wanting for any taste of him. 

As she pulled it away, out of breath and hazy, Penelope saw how her spit covered the opening and smiled. It almost looked real like that, glistening wet. 

Taking her fingers out from where they were stuffed in her, Penelope brought them up to the toy, smearing her arousal over the silicone lips and clit. A deep, satisfied hum left her then. Colin would fuck himself with this later, a false cunt covered in her very own slick. 

Though before she could get back to seeking her own pleasure another idea formed, one so brilliant and perverted Penelope could hardly believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner. 

Sitting herself up further in bed Penelope spread her legs, bringing one hand down to spread her arousal further and once again cover the toy in her wetness. 

And then she took the toy, wet with a protruding clit and grooves for lips, and pressed it against her own drooling cunt. 

Penelope bit down on her lip as it grinded into her, her ass humping back and forth atop his duvet crinkling the yellow of his sheets. It was good, so fucking good and sloppy, uncoordinated as she chased her release pressed hotly into the very same toy Colin stuffed his cock into. 

She came with a shout and redressed herself on shaky legs, quickly putting the toy back where she found it and fixing his sheets before leaving the room hoping no one had heard her. 

The next day at breakfast she eyed Colin wearily as he sat beside her, he cut up his sausage and they had a conversion that really should’ve been a debate on whether or not pigeons deserved to be pitied but her heart wasn’t truly in it. 

Had he noticed the slight disarray of his bed? Had she placed the toy back correctly? Did he notice anything different about the toy? Like the fact it was covered in her want for him and possibly a stray orange curl?

But he acted no different, they chatted some more and did the dishes with Eloise. Colin disappeared into his bedroom for about an hour and slipped out the door around twelve as he always did everyday without fail and slowly Penelope felt herself relax. He hadn’t noticed. Which meant she was free to do it again. 

So she did. 

Everyday in fact. 

Really it was a wonder she had never been caught but the Bridgertons home was decidedly large and empty in the afternoons, most of the adult children had moved out with families of their own and the two youngest attended a day camp so Violet had the energy to run her house-keeping service. Eloise and Franny were the only ones in residence whenever they didn’t have work so as long as Penelope kept quiet there wasn’t a chance in hell anyone would catch her. 

It made her cocky and far too bold, the sessions which used to be one quick orgasm had now turned into a long, drawn out form of masturbation. Penelope would spend far too long inspecting the toy, gliding her fingers along the little fake clit which bumped against hers so beautifully and shoving them inside. Then she’d shed her clothes, every last garment and climb atop his sheets, sometimes she would climb underneath and lay still, breathing in the scent of him but most often she’d lie there with her hand between her legs and the toy pressed against her mouth. 

Then after bringing herself off once, making sure she was nice and wet, Penelope would bring the toy from her mouth to her cunt and grind against it for all she was worth. 

She was in that exact position now, naked and splayed out against his bed, her head turned to the side buried in his pillow. A little gasp escaped her lips, she was almost there, just a bit more, just…a bit…

“What the fuck?”

Penelope's eyes flew open, her chest heaved and when she looked to where the voice had come from she saw Colin standing in the front of his slightly ajar bedroom door, a complicated expression on his face. 

“Hmmp!” Penelope made a breathy noise of shock before she began to scramble, reaching for the sheets to his bed and covering her naked body in the silky softness. 

The thought had crossed her mind to cover her face as well only it would do no good, she had been caught, thoroughly. There wasn’t a way to lie herself out of this, she could only hope Colin would let her keep her dignity and not tell his family until she gathered enough money to move out the country 

For a moment Colin appeared stuck in place, staring at her with his mouth agape and brows furrowed. Then as if breaking out of a trance he shook his head and quietly closed the door behind him making the hair on the back of Penelope’s hair stand up as he closed the distance between himself and the bed. 

Colin’s cheeks were flushed, it didn’t at all match the hard look on his face nor how graveled his voice sounded as he spoke once again. 

“Move the blanket, Penelope.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

That meant he wanted to see her, right? Penelope was no virgin but not very practiced at all, she had very little idea how to make herself appear alluring to a man that wasn’t a horny uni student willing to stick himself inside any girl who so much as smiled at him. 

Holding her breath Penelope nodded, flinging the blanket off her in haste. Oddly enough she actually didn’t feel ugly when naked, she was nice and soft and her hair was long and pretty making it so she always felt a bit like a painting when splayed out for somebody. Though she still kept her legs firmly glued together, she hadn’t the slightest idea what he really wanted even less now that all else seemed to fade as he looked upon her in silence. 

“Give me the toy, Pen.” 

Penelope’s hands were shaking as she passed it over, every awful possibility for what might happen now flashing in her mind.  

One that she did not come up with, however, was that he’d hold the poorly abused toy close to his face and sniff at it like a searching puppy before attacking it with his mouth. 

The sight was jarring as it was sexy though she only had a moment to gaze upon him in awe before a squeak left her mouth at his actions causing his attention to focus back on her. 

“You…” Colin’s eyes were dark, nearly turned to slits as he glared at her with shining pink lips. “Have you been doing this this whole time?” 

“Not the whole time.” Penelope managed out weakly, still partly scared though battling her arousal every step of the way. “Just…for a bit.” 

A strangled laugh fell from his lips as Colin turned away from the bed, looking to his ceiling as though it had all the answers before turning to her again, a crazed look in his eyes as he gestured at himself. 

“Do you not see what you’ve done to me?” Colin asked, inching closer to her. 

Absolutely set on not eyeing the hard on in his pants Penelope kept her eyes trained on his face. “I’m sorry, Colin I didn’t really mean-“ 

“Are you going to take responsibility?” 

Penelope’s eyes widened. “What.” 

They stared at one another long enough for her to see the clouds behind his eyes disperse and his cheeks to turn a startling color of scarlet. Appearing for all the world like a kicked puppy Colin shook his head as he began backing away from her. 

“That- no, no I’m sorry Pen I didn’t mean it-“ 

“Yes.” Penelope cut him off, sitting up in bed as though she meant to crawl towards him. “I’m- I’m going to take responsibility, Colin.” 

Colin’s chin tilted upwards as he inhaled, his shoulders coming up nearly to his ears and his chest puffing out. He looked excited, she realized a feeling of fondness spreading from her chest outwards. 

It all dropped the moment he spoke, the excitable Colin nearly disappearing entirely as his hand traveled downwards to grope himself through his tented trousers. ”Let me see you.” 

Penelope obliged, falling back onto the pillows she let her legs part revealing her drooling centre to him. Colin licked his lips when she did, the lingering taste of her still present despite him never once touching her. 

“Look how pretty.” He cooed softly. “And how wet, would you like to touch yourself, love?” 

Penelope nodded, her hand already moving to her aching cunt when Colin shook his head and made a noise of disapproval. 

“Not there.” He whispered, the sound of his fly unzipping louder than even his voice. “Not yet.” 

“But…but Colin…” Penelope whined, watching as he fussed with releasing himself from the confines of his trouser, the flesh light still in hand, wiggling about uncomfortably hoping he’d take pity on her. 

“Your tits.” Colin redirected, his cock finally freed and beautifully curved, pinked at the tip and decorated in statuesque like veins. “Touch them for me, pinch your nipples– yeah like that…”

She let out a soft sigh as she kneaded her left breast with one hand while the other rolled her right nipple between its fingers. While Penelope found that men liked her tits they liked them in the way a dog liked a chew toy, foaming at the mouth to get to them only to dive right in with no finesse. They were all grabby hands and slippery lips, which was a real pity as Penelope absolutely loved when her tits were played with. Growing up she often thought them the prettiest part of her and would spend hours looking at them when she felt ugly, bouncing them about and pushing them together, her hand shoved between her legs as her thumbs grazed the sensitive buds. 

It felt even better now that Colin stood in front of her, his lips pursed together and nostrils flared as he stroked himself lazily. Penelope figured she looked no better, her lips parted and eyes wide at the sight of him. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Colin mumbled, releasing the hold he had on himself to replace his hand with the ruined toy, making a tortured sound as he bucked into it sliding all the way in one go. “God its…its so– was this all your pussy, Pen?”

“And my mouth.” Penelope found herself admitting, her legs closing as she rubbed her thighs together hoping it might spark on some kind of relief.

“Shit, no, no keep your legs spread,” Colin nearly begged, stepping closer so that his pelvis was nearly aligned with her face, praising her when she heeded his orders. “Good girl.” 

A low groan left her lips because Penelope wanted to be good, she wanted him to keep looking at her like there wasn’t a thing he’d like more in the world, like he wanted to devour her. There was a sickly sweet squelching noise that came from the toy whenever Colin fucked into it and anything else she had imagined before didn’t truly do it justice. His hips moved, thrusting into the silicone cunt as his fist slammed it down, over and over. 

More than anything Penelope wanted to touch him, even more than she wanted to touch herself and she really wanted to touch herself. 

But Colin had other plans, instructing her to squeeze at more parts of herself. First it was her thighs, his whiny command that she slap them and strangled whimper when he witnessed them jiggle and turn pink would haunt her own wanking sessions for months to come. Then he asked if she might touch her tummy, the soft flesh that looked incredibly cushioned when she laid herself out had never been more appreciated, Colin’s eyes glazing over with a look of desperation as she shook and shivered from the goosebumps his instructions had given her. 

When his movements got shaky and his breathing became harsher, the rise and fall of his obvious, Penelope trailed her fingers up from her tummy to her tits. Colin let out a shaky groan as she did so, a look of anguish on his face as he neared his finish. 

All because of her. All from how she touched herself. All from the spit and arousal which covered his toy, all because when he saw her naked and splayed out atop his bed sheets he had wanted her too. 

“Look at me.” Penelope whispered. “I want you to look at my face when you cum.” 

Colin liked that, she could tell from how he immediately ripped his eyes from her breast and considered her with an amused expression of desire. There was this infernal smirk on his face like he hadn’t spent the last few minutes torturing her with every spoken word. “Pen…pretty you’re so pretty…ah ah ah…” 

He split into the toy with a groan, folding in half as he finished clinging to his bedsheet so he wouldn’t fall to his knees. Penelope felt her cunt pulse at the sight and sound, warmth flooding the entirety of her. 

After, he rose his head casting a glance at her from under his lashes before clambering onto the mattress on his knees. Immediately her mind turned to goo, he was still dressed but his cock was dangling limply from his unzippered trousers and in Penelope’s (very fucked) mind her own state of nudity made it all the more sexy. 

She was so distracted by her own horniess that she did not notice Colin thrusting the freshly creampied toy at her until he was speaking once again. 

“Use it.” Colin demanded, out of breath. “Get me hard again.”

He might as well have asked her to marry him Penelope agreed so quickly, jumping with a start from her place on the bed to reach for the toy. Luckily he wasn’t far, in fact he was almost nestled between her legs himself though he kept a distance to afford himself a view. 

Once back atop the pillows Penelope inspected the toy, it was still wet and now leaking from his spend. It was odd to be jealous of a sex toy but at that moment Penelope was. She had the very scary and exhilarating thought that she could be Colin’s sex toy. He could use her whenever he wanted, command her to do whatever he pleased and she’d do it all. Maybe with some questions, just to tease him, just to be naughty and seductively coy like she’d always dreamed of being. It would make it all the merrier when he did praise her. 

Looping one of her legs around her arm Penelope lifted it spreading herself further. Colin took a sharp breath, leaning closer as the toy traveled downward, finally meeting with her own sopping wet cunt. 

Penelope let out a low moan, bucking up into the toy. It felt infinitely better than all the times she’d been touching herself alone, her clit was almost as stiff as the toys and she could feel how Colin’s still warm cum leaked from it with every push towards her centre. 

With nothing to watch really she focused on his face, his cock still laying limp though she could see it begin to grow and twitch with interest as Colin held tightly onto his own thighs like she wished he would hers. 

He was pretty too, she thought. The way his hair curled reminded her of tree roots and his eyes reminded her of the darkened sea, Colin was tall, broad shouldered with the nicest smile and hands and arms and just about the prettiest cock she’d seen on a man. 

Pretty, like a girl. 

“Colin.” Penelope sighed his name, calling for him to look away from how she shamelessly humped his ruined sex toy and cast his gaze upon her instead. 

When he had she smiled, grounding down on the toy with more fervor now that she could properly see the desire in his pretty blue eye. 

She had meant to call him pretty, to let him know that she thought it of him even if it didn’t matter at all. Only she let her desire get the best of her, the words which came out of her mouth a lot more vulgar than originally imagined. 

“Can I lick your cum out of the toy?” 

Colin, for one, did not hesitate in the face of Penelope’s humiliation. “Fuck yes, please.” 

Penelope moaned as her tongue traced along the false lips and clit tasting how they came together before shoving it inside, scooping out the saltiness like a man starved. There was a bit of bitterness there, but his taste and her smell clouded every sense she had. All she felt was need, hot blooded and mind bending. 

As she buried her face in the toy, thoroughly enjoying herself when she should’ve in all actuality been looking at Colin, Penelope petted herself. Her fingers working through her folds gathering up her own arousal and his cum and bringing it to her clit, her hand moving rapidly as she finished with a muffled shout into the toy. 

It fell from her hand then, now thoroughly used by both parties and fucked more than either of them had been. Penelope grinned at that, only because it was a bit funny and she currently had a sticky chin from doing something she really had no business doing in the first place. 

If Eloise found out, she’d kill her. 

Her eyes widened at the thought, her post-nut clarity truly setting in despite the fact she was still very horny and could use another orgasm or a couple. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered. She had no idea if Eloise was even home and if she caught wind of what she and Colin were doing…

Immediately she shot up. “Colin, maybe we should…” 

Colin was closer than he had been originally, his cock hardened and dangerously close to meeting with her lips. 

“Maybe we should what, Pen?” Colin asked suggestively, his voice hoarse. 

Penelope let her eyes move from where she was trained on his cock to consider him, because maybe she’d look into his eyes and see something else, something different, something that would make them stop before either of them could do something they’d regret. 

Only Penelope found nothing but a leering grin and pretty, dark blue eyes. Eyes that looked at her with want and occasionally, fondness. 

They shouldn’t, they really shouldn’t but Penelope also shouldn’t have been secretly masturbating in his room with his sex toy completely naked imagining this very scenario over and over again. 

“We should…we should kiss.” Penelope suggested bravely, sex was not the same as kissing she learned sometime ago and a lot of guys didn’t especially like to kiss after she’d gone down on them but she wanted to kiss Colin. And if he wouldn’t kiss her, she reasoned, she would walk away. It was just about the only thing that would make her walk away from him right now, she figured. 

But Colin didn’t walk away, instead he smiled at her before lowering himself and brushing his lips against hers softly at first, before surging forward and licking into her mouth. 

Everything started to make sense after that only because she’d lost a great deal of them with how well he kissed her, pushing Penelope back onto the pillows deciding for them both that this isn’t where it would end. 

Penelope moaned into his mouth when she felt the tip of him nudge against her folds, he bucked into her rubbing against her clit creating a delicious friction that she’d never been able to on her own. 

“Can we, Pen?” Colin asked, pulling away from her. 

“Do– if you want to.” Penelope stammered out. 

“Of course I want to.” Colin murmured softly. “God, I’ve always wanted to.” 

“Yes then.” Penelope responded, damn it all if the words he spoke were true or not. “Will you cum in me, like the toy?” 

Colin groaned like she’d punched him and nodded, his forehead pressed against hers. “Yes love, just like my toy.” 

They both looked down, watching as Colin ran his wetted head against her slip a few times before beginning to push himself inside, the face he made doing so forcing Penelope to close her eyes and take a few deep breaths in and out. 

It wasn’t normal to want someone this much, but since when had Penelope ever been normal? 

“Pen.” Colin called for her attention once fully sheathed inside. “Are you okay?” 

Penelope reopened her eyes, giving a pleased hum and a nod before moving to give his lips a quick peck. “Never better, you can move, if you’re ready.” 

Colin nodded in turn, moving his hips back slowly until only the tip was inside before slamming back in, his head falling to the crook of her neck. 

“”Fuck you’re tight.” He moaned. “Its– its like you’re squeezing me…” 

Penelope whimpered, he was big, bigger than anyone she had before though he didn’t exactly look it. Her hand came to thread through his locks as he pumped in and out of her, the curve of his cock hitting places she could only ever reach with her own toy. 

“I think you’re just, like,” Penelope attempted to get out, her eyes closing as the heat of him surrounded her. “Really fucking big.” 

Colin chuckled, she could feel the warmth of his breath and the vibrations which followed and it all caused her to feel more. Like they were connected by something other than mutual desire, like Colin looked forward to making her breakfast in the morning just as much as she enjoyed spending that time with him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to gaze down at her, his lips teasing her own as he lowered them for a kiss only to ghost over her waiting mouth. 

Penelope wasn’t willing to let him tease anymore, she surged forward capturing his lips in a kiss as he fucked into her. The noises they made were better than any toy could offer, they were bursting with life as they came together sensitive and stripped bare of any negative feelings. 

Shame didn’t exist in the same room as Colin, she wagered. 

After he collapsed onto her for a few glorious seconds, his weight was a welcomed one and one that Penelope would like to shoulder for the rest of her life if he’d let her. But all too soon he was rolling off of her, falling at her side. 

They breathed together for a moment, each tired and slowly reeling. One thought procured in her mind as they laid there together, something she had never got to tell him because her want for him had grown so urgent. 

“You’re pretty.” Penelope found herself saying, crawling so that she was hovering above him. “I meant to say that before, I know maybe guys prefer the term handsome and you are but…you’re just really pretty.” 

Colin smiled, dopey and sweet. “I think it's a nicer compliment than handsome, it takes a lot for a guy to be pretty.” 

“O-okay.” Penelope stammered out, she was about ready to settle on his chest and fall into a loose slumber before thinking better of it. “Should I go? Am I supposed to?” 

Colin shook his head, reaching out to cradle her face in one hand and leaning forwards to kiss her. “No, you’re right where you’re supposed to be.” 

With his cum leaking from her and comfortably snuggled into his bed, Penelope couldn’t help but think he had the right of it.