#nicholas ruffilo fanfic
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Sinful Inflictions
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!reader (oneshot)
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: Smut 18+ (PnV, pls wrap it b4 u tap it, fem!fingering, male!receiving), mentions of religion, religious themes, and slight anti-religion.
Prompt:
“Are you ready to pray to me?” He asked, “Then get on your knees and bow.”
It's easy to ignore the eyes of God when you've always had a thing for the priest's son.
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THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3
You patted down the way-too-short floral skirt you dared to wear upon entering the church, dipping your head gently in greeting toward the priest as he stuck out his hand. Your lips reluctantly landed on his aging skin, hesitating for a moment.
“Good morning Father,” You said warmly, but behind your tone lingered distaste. He smiled as he greeted you back and your eyes shifted from his in aversion, before landing on the gentlemen ahead: His son.
Nicholas smiled at you, his gaze enticing as he dipped his fingers into the holy water, his middle and ring finger twirling in the pool for a moment too long. His hand trailed towards his chest, acknowledging the holy trinity in a cross as he stared, completely fixated.
A faint warmth tinted your nose as you followed, your fingers grazing along the water in doubt, following a fabricated praise. Nicholas’ eyes followed your every move before his eyebrow raised slightly. You gave him a polite nod as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his chest lightly.
You sat down on one of the wooden pews, crossing your legs in anticipation. Would he sit next to you today?
You grew up with Nick, always attached at the hip. Your favourite day of the week was Sundays because you knew you’d get to spend time with the boy you’d been crushing on for years. As the two of you aged, neither had made any moves, despite the lasting tension always lingering between the two of you; until last week.
Last week Nick finally took a leap of faith, pushing you into the basement bathroom, and kissing you with complete desperation.
“I have been wanting to taste you for years.”
Smiling at his words you had pulled his body against yours, your hips rutting together. As you moaned against his lips Nick’s hands ran along your scalp before you then pulled away.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You had said, “Not under the eyes of God.”
Nick had scoffed, rolling his eyes as his lips attached to your neck, nipping and grazing at the skin, “I know you don’t believe any of it. You only ever come because I have to.”
His lips had trailed back up towards your ear, his warm breath cascading against you, “Plus if there’s a God, it’s fucking me.”
The two of you haven’t spoken since the kiss, but you squeezed your legs together in fervour, unsure of what today would bring.
As if he knew you were thinking of him, Nicholas slid into the same pew as you, gliding across the wood with ease. His slacks were loose, contrasting with his tight grey button-up that had the sleeves rolled just above the nape of his elbow.
He leaned into your side and your heart quickened at the minimal touch, averting your eyes as his devilish smile transcribed sinful thoughts.
“You want to get out of here?”
You looked around slowly before keeping your eyes ahead, worried others would hear as the choir began to sing, “Is that such a good idea Nicholas?”
His name fell off your tongue in a sultry tone, something that made him shift in his seat as he sat back up, facing the front.
“I need you,” he whispered.
With a racing heart, you dared not look toward him as your face warmed, “How?”
“In every way that you’ll let me.”
The breath that lingered in your lungs hitched in your throat, suffocating your mind with reprehensible images. You crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together in shame as you imagined Nicholas’ hands roaming your bare skin. You had dreamed a dozen times of his disgraceful fingers pulling an orgasm from you in the church basement, your tongue bowing to his need and taking his moans as if they were yours.
You knew how wrong it would be to sneak off and succumb to lust, especially under the holy eyes of God in a place of worship; but the rush of how sinful it was, made you all the more lascivious.
“Meet me by the storage closet in five,” He spoke softly, but excitement radiated off of him as he slid off the pew and turned back towards the entrance. You didn’t turn to watch him, but swallowed with furor and counted down, waiting the allotted time.
Years of desire that had been pushed away led to this moment, and as your chest heaved nervously you excused yourself from the service, refusing to look at the congregation as you walked up the carpeted floor, entering the door that held the staircase to the basement.
With shakey legs, you followed the stairs down and turned a corner before being tugged toward someone.
Nicholas smiled down at you, his eyes lidded in infatuation as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close against him, the heat radiating off of his body while he began running a hand along your back.
“What do you mean in every way?” You pressed your head against his chest as you took in a deep breath.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” his low chuckle vibrated as he pulled out a key from his pocket, and unwrapped his limbs from your own. Nick reached for the nob of the storage closet, unlocking it before pulling your wrist, and beckoning you inside.
He quickly locked it, tossing the key into his slacks before turning to face you, and pushing you back against the wall with his hands. You watched as he quickly licked his lips in anticipation, before gracing you with a sly smile.
“I can’t hold myself back anymore,” He said as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you tried not to smile, your hips swaying against his as your stomach churned. Your hands ran up his shirt before resting clasped at the back of his neck, holding him.
“Tell me you feel the same,” He breathed, and you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his smokey irises. You watched each other, waiting.
He pleaded silently for an answer, and without hesitating you placed your lips against his in desperation, pulling him closer toward you as he moaned into the kiss.
Nick’s hand began to roam underneath your skirt, grabbing at the skin before smiling into your caress, “You didn’t wear shorts, and you’re wearing a thong?”
You felt him stiffen below you, his slacks tightening against your exposed thigh.
“I guess I did,” You laughed softly, letting your hands run up his long dark hair, clawing delicately at his scalp.
He kissed you again, this time with more fervour and hunger, ready to devour your shameful soul. His tongue danced along your bottom lip in a lustful beat as he allowed himself to dip his fingers in your underwear.
Your body clenched in longing as you began to push into his hand, desperate for his fingers to graze your adorning skin. You craved Nick’s fingers, and you needed him to know.
“Please,” You begged into his mouth, “Touch me.”
He chuckled at your plea but obeyed, his tattooed fingers parting your desire as he ran them earnestly between your folds. Your abdomen twisted as his palm brushed your clit, before his fingers sunk through your arousal.
The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing Nicholas’ immoral actions. He pulled away from your lips to watch, his mouth agape in thirst as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them skillfully.
Your legs began to buckle and your brows furrowed in pleasure, a quiet whimper crawling from your throat as Nicholas then caught your eyes. A slutty smile splayed on his lips as he proudly fucked you with his fingers in a synthetic sacrament.
The sound of your heavy breathing took over the small, musty, room as your peak built in your stomach, ready to be released. It didn’t take long for you to come, and Nicholas praised you in divinity.
In a ritualistic fashion, he pulled his fingers from you, placing them toward your lips. As if a new ordinance he then nodded for you to suck, and you did, licking his fingers clean of your sin.
Nick groaned unholy words as he blessed himself with the remnants of your orgasm, before tugging at your top.
You began to unbutton your blouse, and he followed, undoing his collared shirt. You both threw the garments to the ground, and Nick reached behind you, unclasping your bra to expose your chest.
“Are you ready to pray to me?” He asked, taking a step back in admiration for your body, before grabbing your hand and placing it on his waistband. You nodded eagerly.
“Then get on your knees and bow.”
You lowered to the ground in submission as you pulled his slacks down his legs, staring at the outline of his erection between the thin layer of his boxers. You tugged the underwear down, wrapping your hand softly around Nick’s arousal.
His hand found the back of your head as he pulled you toward him early, and you hungrily took him in your mouth, allowing your tongue to explore his skin.
You worshiped his body, bobbing your head in a rhythmic pattern as your hand stroked what was left. Your eyes flicked upward, watching Nick’s gaze fixated on your actions, as if he was in disbelief this was really happening.
“Jesus Christ,” He whimpered, hips beginning to thrust into your mouth.
You closed your eyes as you consumed him, your body shaking with lust and greed as you sucked.
“Baptise me,” you begged, and Nick laughed, pushing your head further down himself, forcing you to gag against his cock.
“I want to feel you wrapped around me,” He moaned as you gargled, pushing away to cough. You sucked in a deep breath as he pulled you off the ground, turning your body so you faced the wall.
Nicholas lifted the back of your skirt, a deep grumble erupting from his throat as his eyes devoured you while he stroked himself.
“Bend over and spread your legs,” He commanded and you pushed your chest into the wall, arching your back as far as you could to expose your ass toward your saviour.
You felt Nick’s fingers graze through your folds again, pushing his fingers into you in preparation before aligning himself from behind. You pressed your hips back toward him in desperation, anticipating the feeling of him filling you.
Finally, Nick pushed between your arousal and you cried, your unholy sounds masked by the sound of preaching above. The music of the gospels veiled the disgrace as he pounded into you relentlessly.
His fingers dug into the skin of your hips in lust as he gave into your body, the feeling of your combined souls inflicting a new feeling of complete adoration and need. Your bodies curated an insatiable yearning; an appetite of passion unleashing.
One of Nick’s hands reached to grip your hair, tugging your head back in libidinous urgency, hormones taking over.
Skin slapped together and you moaned from Nick’s thrusts, his body giving you everything he could. You wanted this feeling to last forever and you reached behind, gripping onto his hand that adorned you.
“There is no need to repent, for I am your mercy,” He said, fucking you senselessly with complete greed.
You didn’t care if God’s eyes were watching; you were ready to worship a new man.
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pairing: noah x fem!reader x nicholas
masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 2.8k
warnings: established thruple, dom nick. switch noah, sub brat reader, spanking, degrading?, brat taming, cuckolding??, noah being nick's little helper, nick is so angry he doesn't speak?, piv (unprotected). creampie, porn without plot?, oral (f recieving), contactless orgasm? kinda?, cute tooth-rotting aftercare/sub space, the boys love cringey petnames here SORRY in advance, noah is obedient for once in his fucking life, 18+ MDNI
summary: you act up and end up draped over noah's lap while nick uses you :)
a/n; i rarely do porn w/o plot or really anything this short, but i just needed to get this out. pls enjoy 💗 [as with anything i write involving nick this got really grossly soft at the end I'M SORRY]
Your sassy mouth and disobedient behavior had landed you draped across Noah’s lap with your shorts and panties drawn down around your thighs.
His large hand lands a smack hard on the meat of your ass sending a sizzling jolt of pain up your spine causing you to buck up a bit. His spanks always hurt the worst with the size of his hand.
Nicholas had grown silent from his seething, knowing that if he said anything it would be out of line, so he let Noah take over for him.
“Now, you’ve really upset him, flower.” Noah uses his favorite nickname for you in a sweet but patronizing tone.
Noah roughly shoves your shorts further down your legs until Nick all but rips them off your body. His hand lands another smack on your ass followed by a hard grip that helps to pull your cheeks apart. His slender fingers slither between your legs, parting your lips.
Faster than you can process, Nick uses his boot to spread your feet apart, baring you open for him completely.
Noah’s fingertips linger by your near dripping entrance, “Oh what’s wrong did that make you wetter? Having your pretty pussy on display for him?”
You whine and squirm in his lap, knowing that his words were embarrassingly true.
Another hard smack causes you to yelp, “I asked you a question. Now answer me,” His fingertips circling your entrance, putting the slightest pressure to tease. “Are you such a little slut that you get off on being on display for us?”
“Grrh, yes.” You admit a small defeat and buck your hips up towards his fingers. “Yes, I like being on display for you.”
Noah’s middle and ring fingers dip inside you, just the tips though, gently scissoring you open. Your eyes widen knowing exactly what that meant.
The sharp sound of zipper rings from behind you, filling the room.
Noah fingertips spread your pussy open as much as it would allow. You hear Nicholas spit, followed the squelching of his hand around his cock.
Fear and anticipation pools in your tummy for the delicious burn his cock would bring.
His large, swollen tip slides between your folds and you shudder at his size. Butterflies unleash in your belly when he grazes your buzzing clit.
You wiggle around Noah’s lap both in excitement and terror, earning you another hard smack with his free hand. “Stay fucking still.” He demands, then harshly grasping your hip to stabilize you. “Be good and take it.”
A loud gasp leaves your mouth when you feel Nick press into you, stretching you around his cock. You hiss at the sting of it. He takes his time just getting into you but not much after, using his full force to dive straight into you. A sharp cry leaves your mouth when his tip lands hard into the deepest part of you. The direct impact into your core shoots pain up through your stomach; your eyes screw closed and suck in a harsh breath through your teeth.
Your whole body stills when you feel a pair of hands that aren’t Noah’s snake around your hips. The feeling of it simultaneously soothes and frightens you. Nick’s thumbs rub circles into the divots of your lower back. He’s angry with you, you know. But the small gesture grounds you a bit.
He pulls from you almost completely before landing hard into you again and starts building momentum rutting in and out of you. The pain of the stretch slowly melts away the more you adjust to him and you’re able to savor in him filling you entirely. It’s hard to even clench around his girth.
“Fuck.” You mutter out and his hands curl into your hips sternly, holding you firmly in place as he nearly splits you in half.
Noah gently tucks a chunk of hair behind your ear, “You take him so well.”
Rosy pink coats your cheeks at his compliment.
Noah’s length had been poking at your tummy the whole time you’d been on his lap but now he very subtly readjusts beneath you to let his own cock free. He lets it rest in the dip of your waist, just enjoying the movement of your entire body being fucked in his lap.
His fingers find their way back between your legs, his index and middle parting around Nicholas, just feeling where he enters you. You hear a groan rumble in Noah’s chest and feel his member throb and bounce against your exposed skin. He loves feeling him fucking you, getting some sort of twisted pleasure in being deprived of both of you.
“Now, say you’re sorry for being a disobedient little brat.” Noah commands.
You whine and wriggle in his lap keeping your mouth shut. As with most times, you wanted to see how far you could push their buttons.
“I said, say you’re sorry.” Another hard smack lands on your ass from Noah, this one harder than before. “Now you’re gonna have to count.”
You knew better than to not comply to that demand.
“One.”
“We’re still not hearing the words I asked.”
Another smack.
“Two.”
The burn of it lets you know that your ass is definitely bright red by now – which explains Nick’s acceleration, he loves seeing marks on you.
Two more hard spanks – Noah’s obviously getting frustrated with you.
“Three – ah – four.” You hiss.
A hand firmly and swiftly wraps your hair around his fist – with the veraciousness of it you know it’s Nicholas. While the gesture is painful and jarring, it releases a flurry of butterflies in your core. Your back arches up to Nick as much as it can.
“Don’t make him ask.” Noah warns with another smack.
You could defy Noah all day, easy, but Nicholas makes you weaker and breaks you down faster.
“Ah – fuck.” You suck in a breath. “Fuck, fine, I’m sorry!”
Noah glances up at Nick verifying if he’s satisfied with your answer although he already knows the response.
“Not good enough. Try again.” Noah’s hand grasps your hip to readjust you into a firmer position. “And you missed one, start over.” Followed by a new first spank.
“Fuck.” You mutter, the sting on your ass beginning to cross your pain threshold – but not quite enough yet. “One.”
Another, this one prickling tears in your eyes.
“Fuck!” You yelp. “Two.”
“I said, try again.”
Another, this one being the hardest and most painful one yet, definitely leaving a hand-shaped bruise.
“Ah! Three! Fuck!” You cry. “I’m sorry!”
Noah’s sizable hand gently rubs over the marks forming across your cheeks. “For what babydoll?” He pries.
“For being disobedient!” Tears welling in your eyes.
You feel his hand lift and hover over you again. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Gah – fuck, fine – I’m sorry for being a disobedient little brat!” You repeat back the full statement with your voice cracking.
“Good girl.” He hums. The praise makes your heart swell. He again tucks your hair behind your ear, noticing the tears streaming down your face. “Oh, what’s wrong darling? Can’t handle the punishment for your behavior?”
His mean words worsen the buzzing in your clit and the ceased spanking lets you focus on Nick’s fat cock destroying you.
“Mmm.” You moan involuntarily.
“Oh,” Noah smirks, his fingers finding where Nick meets you again. “Or is it his big fucking cock spreading you open that’s making you cry?”
“Mhm.” You hum, reveling in the burn of it.
“Here let me help.” His fingers wrapping around the base of Nick’s cock and even with the added size of Noah’s fist, Nick is still able to reach into your deepest point. Noah’s cock bouncing against your waist tells you that he likes that fact as much as you do.
Nick seems to love the extra stimulation too, his thrusts getting viciously fast, fucking you dizzy.
“I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” He mutters, seemingly entranced with the size as well.
“Uh huh.” You pathetically spit out, your body just a vessel for their pleasure.
Noah pushes your hair to the other side of your neck with his free hand. “Tell me baby, who’s little slut are you?” He asks. “Who do you belong to?”
“F-fuck.” You’re so turned on and so wet that you feel like the slightest pressure on your clit could unravel you. “You.”
His fingers unwrap from Nick and glide down through your folds, halting just before your bud.
“Wrong.”
Your eyes widen realizing your mistake when the fingers around your hips dig into your hipbone painfully.
“Fuck – His.”
“Oh baby, c’mon, you know better than that. Who owns your pretty pussy hm? Who do you belong to?”
“Nick!”
“Good girl.” He praises, his fingertips now grazing your clit. “Again. Louder.”
“Nick.” You moan out louder than before, this time coming from your chest, between heaving breaths.
“Good girl.” He repeats with his fingers beginning tight circles into your swollen nub. “Louder. Again.”
A tight knot begins to form in your tummy, the feeling of being just a plaything to them sets your skin ablaze. “Nick!”
“Louder, c’mon you can be louder than that. You know he loves it when you scream.”
“Fuck! - Nick! Nick!”
Noah’s fingers speed up alongside of Nick’s thrusts. His momentum getting quick and sloppy, clearly just as close as you.
“Nick. Nick. Nick.” You mindlessly repeat with your head so fuzzy and full of him that he’s all you could think of.
“That’s it baby, just like that.” Noah spits down on his own member, still just getting stimulation from your fucked body moving against him. “He’s close, you just gotta wait, okay? Can you do that?”
You nod, still just repeating his name like a prayer, the brink of your orgasm clearing your mind of anything else.
Finally, Nick groans deeply and lands hard in you with his cock twitching, painting your walls white and filling you completely.
“Okay baby, let go for us, will you?” Noah doesn’t even finish his statement before you’re blinded by your own orgasm.
Screams and curses of Nick’s name rip from your throat as euphoria washes over you, your skin buzzing as Nick continues to fuck you through his climax.
Whiny, desperate moans tumble from Noah’s lips as you feel his warm cum splay all over your back, completely hands free.
You fall limp across Noah’s lap, your breathing in sync with each other. While Noah was in control this session, it’s always Nicholas behind the wheel.
He belongs to him as much as you do.
There’s a bit of an exchange between them you can’t quite make out since you’re still coming down from your high but all you feel is them moving you around like a ragdoll. Suddenly you realize you’re now draped across Nick’s lap.
“Knees.” He instructs Noah, the first thing he’d said this whole time.
Noah obeys, landing on his knees behind your dripping core.
“Clean her up.”
Your eyes widen at his words and almost instantly his tongue brushes through your folds and dips into your entrance.
“Good boy.”
Noah hums happily against you at the praise.
Nick’s fingers tracing through your hair tenderly. “You did so good angel. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Mhm.”
You’re torn between humming and melting into his touch or releasing the moan building in your tummy. Noah seemingly enjoys his task, eating you like he’s been starving for a lifetime, practically sucking Nick’s cum right out of you.
“I know he hurt you quite a bit didn’t he bunny?” He asks quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. His voice is soft and gentle, much different than how he was just talking to Noah or anything he would’ve said if he had spoken while he was inside of you.
You begin to nod but hiss in pain when Noah’s tongue grazes the base of your entrance where Nick stretched you out the most. Noah pauses for a second before pressing his lips to the sensitive area.
“Maybe we should go wash up huh? Get you guys in a nice warm bath.” Nick’s hand finds your cheek to support your head. “Does that sound good?”
“Mhm.” You hum tiredly and nuzzle into his palm.
“Okay. When he’s done, we’ll get you both nice and clean. Maybe put an ice pack on your pretty, red ass?”
“Please.”
“You both did so good for me. Noah did a good job taking control didn’t he?” Nick asks.
“Mhm.” You nod with a lazy smile, barely able to keep your eyes open as the chemical rush begins to crash and take its toll on you.
Once Noah finishes cleaning you up, Nick carries you over to a large corner bathtub. Noah takes the initiative to start filling the tub at a good temperature. He even takes a scoop of bath salts with dried rose petals and spreads them across the filling tub to help with the pain.
“You want some bubbles bunny?” Nick asks Noah sweetly. The nickname directed at him this time makes his cheeks turn bubblegum pink. “Or maybe a bath bomb?”
He nods quickly at the bath bomb suggestion, very clearly slipping into a deep sub space of his own.
Nicholas gently places you in the tub while Noah goes to a container filled with bath supplies. He returns with a blue spaceship cupped in both hands, the edges of it bubble and fizz in his palms since his hands were still wet from testing the water.
“Good choice.” Nick beams at him and gestures to the tub. “C’mon, don’t let it fizz all in your hands.” He teases.
Noah excitedly gets in the tub but slow enough to not disturb you. Nick nods when Noah goes to ask if he’s allowed to set it down yet.
The spaceship sizzles in the warm water and spins slowly in the waves. Dark blue, purple, pink, and even a bit of shimmery gold start to fizzle out from the ship soon staining the water a dark galaxy.
Nick sits at the edge of the tub with just his legs in the water with you nestled between them. While soaking, he carefully washes and conditions your hair. His fingers skillfully comb through your locks, gently breaking up any knots. Once he’s washed out all the soap he moves to your scalp, softly massaging it as you rest your head on his thigh. You hum in contentment.
Once he’s made sure you’re satisfied, he moves on to Noah, taking his long hair between his hands just as he did with yours.
Your eyelids are heavy as you watch Noah pick three rubber duckies – one pink, one yellow, one blue – from the edge of the tub and precariously place them into the water. His eyes are soft and mesmerized as he watches them spin alongside the drifting bath bomb remnants. The twirling colors and duckies lull him into a comforting, hyper-fixated trance. Noah hums against Nick’s thigh, his eyes matching yours in their sleepiness.
The space between you three is quiet but peaceful, comfortable, and full of love.
Nicholas unplugs the tub, and the water begins to drain slowly. If you had anymore fight left in you, you’d push to stay in longer but all you want to do is get nuzzled between your boys in bed.
He brings you both plush towels and helps you dry off. Before you’re able to get dressed, you’re once again across Nick’s lap off the edge of the bed, but this time for a much different reason. He squeezes out some healing gel-cream into the palm of his inked hand and carefully spreads it across your bruised cheeks. The coolness of the cream helps ease and numb the pain. It brings you comfort knowing that while both of them can be quite mean in the moment, they will always be soft with you like this afterwards.
“Does that feel better?” He asks and you nod. “Good.” He smiles softly. “I picked out some PJs for you on the dresser if you wanna bring them over?”
You carefully peel yourself from his lap and bring over the silk PJs. He holds open the shorts for you to step into and helps slip the top over your head. His hands cup your cheeks and tilts your face up to him. “I love you.”
His eyes lean more grey in the dim light of your bedroom. You beam sweetly up at him and nuzzle into his palm. “Love you more.”
Abruptly, Noah pulls himself on his knees to the edge of the bed and throws his lanky arms around both of your necks. “Love you most!”
You giggle at Noah’s silliness and how the squeeze squished you into Nick’s chest. You’d stay squished there forever by them if you could.
Shortly after, you three get cozy in bed – you curled around knocked-out Noah and Nick curled around you. Being smushed between their bodies means that the smell of their mixed colognes cocoons you in your favorite scent. With a deep inhale, you take in the moment. You were exactly where you belong.
No one could ever take away how perfectly you three fit together.
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nicholas finger fucking you in front of the rest of the guys :(((( n theyre all degrading you for being such a slut that likes when her bf’s friends watch Oh my lord
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!! This started out as a headcanon then turned into 2.5k words. I'm not sorry, but I thought you should know.
It starts with a discussion.
Nicholas, sweet boy that he is, always wants to make sure all parties are enthusiastically consenting before getting into anything. You’re the one who brings it up first- the thought of being watched, the thought of being watched by those closest to him. You had been hesitant to admit how much it turned you on. But Nicholas is nothing if not a devoted boyfriend who will do whatever it takes to make you come, so he gets to work.
Noah is the first to agree. You, he reasons, are objectively hot. He is, objectively, horny 73% of the time. It works out well, he thinks. The nice thing about Noah is that he helps set boundaries with Nicholas. Nicholas quickly realizes that he’s fine with them watching you, fine with them talking to you. But touching you? Out of the question. The mere thought of it gets Nicholas feeling feisty so he decides to save that for another time, after he sees how this goes.
He also realizes belatedly that he's not sure he wants all his bros to see his fully erect dick yet, so that part gets shelved for another time, too. There's lots of ways to make you come without fucking you, though, so he's not even sweating it.
Next up is Nick- who would be the most surprised at the offer, I think. Like, again, hell yeah, you're hot; But also woah Nicholas is sharing? Inch resting. Asks lots of questions about what he can and can't do, makes Nicholas realize that maybe...... Nick has thought about this before. He bookmarks that thought, Nick helps plot how they're gonna do it.
Now Jolly. Jolly likes to watch and I'll die on this hill. I've seen this man on a stage, you’ve seen this man on stage, he has a commanding presence, okay? He very much enjoys the idea of watching a display, doesn't get too hung up on it being one of his best friends and said friend's partner, he's just down to clown.
So with the Avengers assembled, Nicholas gets to plotting. It starts with a cozy night in; There's wine, there's a movie, there's dinner. You're feeling loose as a goose, relaxing on the couch with your back against Nicholas' chest when he pipes up. “Remember what we talked about, about the guys watching?"
Um?? Fuck YEAH you remember!!!!
"Mhm" is your demure reply.
"Wanna try that tonight?" His voice is against your ear, kissing you softly there. You give it some real thought, wanting your answer to be honest, not clouded by worry or anxiety. Finally you realized that, yeah, you were ready, so you tell him so.
You could feel his grin. You didn't see it, but he sent off a quick text to the guys with your affirmative. "Color system sound good?"
"Yep. I'm green. Obviously."
He’d snort, hands coming around to tug at your nipple. It was just supposed to be a night in, so you were absolutely wearing the largest shirt in Nicholas' closet and a pair of shorts.
You’d arch into his hand as he rolled the bud around between his fingers, as his other hand would start tugging at the hem of your shorts, trying to get them off. Lifting up so he could pull them off, his hand immediately cupping your mound. You'd whimper slightly, grinding up into his hand as your eyes slip closed
"Good girl." He'd say sweetly.
"Good girl?" A snide voice repeats.
Your eyes fly open, landing on Noah's imposing figure standing in the kitchen.
"What kind of 'good girl' let's herself be finger fucked on the couch of a shared living room?" He questions as he fills a glass with water from the fridge. He's looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer you don't have. You feel a rush of wetness at his gaze.
Finally he speaks again. "Folio, come check out the show."
Your cheeks turn crimson at his words, but soon Nick comes into view, freezing when he sees you. A smirk makes its way across his face. "Well, what do we have here?"
Your legs come together instinctively, trying to hide yourself from their hungry stares.
"Nope, open them up" Nick barks. "Noah got to see, now it's my turn."
Slowly, you open your legs back up for them, blushing profusely at the vulnerability. You could feel Nicholas' fingers back on you, stroking your folds softly. He went just a little deeper and you shivered, body arching into him.
"She's so fucking wet, dude." Nick said to Noah.
The way they talked about you- like you weren't even there- sent sparks up your spine.
"Of course she's wet." Noah said flatly. "Little slut likes being watched."
That made you gasp, grinding into Nicholas' hand again.
"Where's Jolly at? He'd get a kick out of this" Noah asked, still looking at you.
"I'm here." came a lightly accented voice in the doorway opposite them. You jumped again at his presence.
"Take a look." Nick gestured with a nod in your direction. Jolly finally looked your way, cocking his head to the side.
"Not much of a surprise, is it? I mean, we all knew she was a greedy little whore." Nick shrugged.
Jolly nods. He's the first to speak to Nicholas. "How many times can she come?"
Your mouth goes dry. You can feel Nicholas looking down at you, then he speaks.
"As many times as I feel like."
You gulp loudly, Jolly giving you an evil grin. "Bit late to be nervous, pretty girl. We can all see how wet your slutty little hole is."
Your mouth is open, panting. "Oh, she likes that." Noah is smiling too, the kind of smile you see in horror films. "Likes knowing all her boyfriend's friends know what a dirty girl she is. How bad do you wanna come?"
Your chest is heaving, you can't even think of words. Nicholas slaps your pussy once, to get your attention, making you moan at the contact.
"Stop being rude. They asked you a question." He pushes.
"I-" You stammer "I wanna come."
Noah rolls his eyes, Nick outright laughs at you.
"You can do better than that." Jolly finally says.
"Please" Your voice is barely above a whisper. "I wanna come so bad, please."
"The little slut does know how to beg, isn't that nice?" Nick croons at you.
They're all slowly moving closer to you, and you finally snap.
"Please, please, I'll be so good, please I wanna come-"
"That's better." Noah praised. "Now take off your panties. They look soaked anyways."
You were scrambling to yank off the garment before he had even finished his sentence. Before you could lay back down, Jolly spoke up. "Shirt too."
You felt your blush deepen, but did as he said, laying back against Nicholas again. "Color?" You heard him whisper.
"Green" you breathed, wriggling around, trying to get comfortable.
"Good girl." Jolly said before Nicholas could.
You didn't have time to linger on that before Nicholas was stuffing two fingers deep inside you. Your back arched off his chest, a wanton moan escaping you.
"Christ, didn't ease her into it, did ya?" Nick muttered.
"She likes it." Nicholas said flatly, pulling his fingers out to thrust them back in.
"Oh yeah? Do you like that, slutty girl?" Noah asked you, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
You nodded profusely, canting your hips into Nicholas' fingers.
"Look at her go, she'd probably just fuck herself if you let her." Noah sneered.
"Let's try it." Nicholas said, halting his movement, fingers still inside you
You understood immediately what they expected of you, shame coloring your cheeks as you began fucking yourself on your boyfriend's fingers in earnest.
You couldn't fight back the moan that you made, hands coming up to cover your face in shame.
“Hands by your sides.” Jolly commanded immediately.
Your hands came down instinctively, fingers digging into your thighs as you looked at them all helplessly.
“Think she could come like that?” Nick wondered aloud.
You could feel Nicholas’ smirk behind you. “Wanna see?”
He curled his fingers up inside you, aiming them just barely left, and- oh fuck.
“Fuck-” was your only warning before you were shuddering through your orgasm, walls clenching around Nicholas’ fingers. Your legs shifted as the waves passed over your body, toes curling. You were still panting when Jolly spoke.
“Again.”
You gasped, head swiveling around to look at each of them. Even Nick was grinning now, obviously pleased with the direction the evening took. Nicholas slapped your pussy once, again, directing your attention back to him.
“Ask to come again.” He demanded.
“What-” You were cut off by another slap, making your whole body shake with the stimulation.
“Color?” He asked quickly.
“Green.” Was your immediate response. He kissed your temple once, then slapped your pussy a third time.
“Ask to come again.” He repeated.
“Can I come again?” You whined.
A fourth slap. You could feel your own wetness leaking out of your hole, sliding down your thighs.
“You can do better than that. Put on a show for our friends.” His words were directly in your ear, breath hot on your neck.
“Please, can I come again, please- I need it so bad, please-” You were a stuttering mess, wriggling around in his lap.
“That’s a good girl.” Nick said approvingly, sounding smug. You didn’t have time to relish in your victory before Nicholas was rubbing at your clit, the slide of his fingers having virtually no drag amongst the wetness of your pussy.
“The little whore is gonna ruin the couch.” Noah stated flatly, as if you weren’t about to lose your mind in front of him.
Jolly snorted. “Like you won’t be in here trying to wring out the cushions into your morning coffee tomorrow.”
“Fuck off.” Was Noah’s quick-witted response.
You could barely hear them over the sensation of your clit being played with, the overstimulation pushing you so close to the edge.
“She wants it so bad.” Nick said with a soft chuckle.
“Tell Nick how bad you want it.” Nicholas’ voice was in your ear again.
“So bad.” Came your hoarse response. “I want it so bad, please let me come again, please, I’ll be good.”
“Such an obedient girl.” Jolly praised. “Do you always do what you’re told?”
A shiver went up your spine. “Um-”
“No, she doesn’t.” Nicholas answered for you. “I had to practically fuck her through the mattress the other day because she didn’t get her way.”
Your eyes glazed over at the memory. You’d been extra bratty that day, but putting you in your place was something you knew Nicholas enjoyed thoroughly.
Jolly tsked at you. “Maybe not so obedient. Maybe you shouldn’t get to come again, if you can’t be good.”
“I’ll be good for you.” Was your automatic reply. Nicholas’ ministrations slowed momentarily, then he plunged three fingers into your waiting cunt.
You came with a sound so carnal that it left your throat sore. You were shaking, whimpering, clawing at the couch beneath you as you all but convulsed in Nicholas’ lap.
“Look at how her pussy is clenching.” Nick sounded amused.
There were tears in your eyes now from the constant stimulation. Nicholas was kissing your head, petting down your hair. “Color?”
“Green.” You whined softly.
“Think you can ride my thigh?” Nicholas questioned, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb.
“Yeah.” You responded, sounding pitiful even to yourself.
“Three?” Noah asked, looking surprised.
You could hear the smirk in Nicholas’ voice. “She’s had worse.” He shifted you so that his thigh was nestled between your folds, the friction already causing your legs to quake. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
You ground down experimentally, eliciting a moan from yourself that surprised even you. The glide was delicious, smoother and gentler than Nicholas’ calloused fingers. You knew you wouldn’t last long.
Still, you continued to ride his thigh, body on full display for the other three men in the room, who were watching you with rapt attention.
“Feel good, slutty girl?” Nick questioned, sounding like he already knew the answer.
You nodded, unable to form a cohesive sentence.
“You have a pretty mouth.” Noah said suddenly. “Shame to see it so empty.”
You shivered at his words, an idea coming into your head. Slowly, deliberately, you brought your hand up to your mouth, popping three fingers in and sucking deeply.
“Poor slut needs all her needy little holes filled, huh?” Jolly goaded, eyes dark. You realized belatedly that all of them were sporting obvious bulges, pants tenting over their cocks. Nick was outright palming himself.
While sucking on your own fingers gave you something to focus on besides the feeling of being set on fire, it wasn’t enough to fight off the tears of overstimulation as you grew closer and closer to your third orgasm. They rolled down your cheeks as you ground yourself further and further onto your boyfriend’s thigh.
“C’mon pretty girl, give us one more.” Nick encouraged, sensing how close you were.
Nicholas’ hands came up to your waist to help slide you back and forth on his thigh, fingertips digging into your flesh. Your free hand came up to rest atop his, as you popped your fingers out of your mouth.
“Nicky, I’m so close, I’m-” You all but sobbed to your boyfriend.
“Shh, I know sweet girl, it’s okay, let go.” He said soothingly.
“No, Nicky I- I-” You stammered.
Realization dawned on him. “That’s okay, baby, you can do it.”
That was all the confirmation you needed as you came with a sob, your slick squirting onto his leg in rivulets. You shook violently as you came, only staying upright due to his hands on your waist. Someone said “Holy shit.” but you couldn’t place the voice, overcome with pleasure as you trembled through it.
You were still shaking as Nicholas pulled you down into his chest, rubbing arcs onto your back. “Good girl, you did so good baby, good job.” He was whispering in your ear softly. A split second later, Noah was there with a glass of water for you. You took it and gulped it down gratefully, giving him a small, “Thank you.”
Jolly was next, laying a blanket over the both of you, hands careful not to brush against you. You hadn’t realized you were shivering, and you were about to thank him when Nick handed you a sleeve of Ritz crackers, making you giggle at the gesture.
“Thanks guys.” You gave them a small smile, tearing open the package and nibbling on a cracker.
“Thank you.” Nick said with a bow, making you laugh again.
“Seriously, I’m gonna go have some ‘me’ time and burn the last 2 hours into my brain so I can recall it when needed.” Noah said with a grin.
“I was thinking of having a frame by frame storyboard tattooed on my back.” Jolly added helpfully.
You snorted. “Guys, please no brain burning or tattoos. There’s always next time.”
They all froze, then spoke in unison.
“Next time?”
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WINTER STORM
30 Days of Bad Omens
PAIRING: Nicholas Ruffilo x Taylor (OFC)
KINK - Breeding Kink
SMUT PROMPT - "Relax angel" ; "Ruin me"
CW: breeding, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, family planning, unprotected P in V sex, use of pet names, FLUFF, ITS CUTE OK
SUMMARY: Taylor spends the holidays with Nicholas and his familly in the cabin in the mountains. The pair get snowed in before his family arrives. Oh what will they do with all their time?!
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Taylor looks out the large window and onto the balcony below. She shivers just thinking about how cold it must be outside in the Colorado mountains, snow-covered and shimmering against the morning sun. She sips her hot mocha savoring its chocolatey scent that warms her body.
“There’s my princess.” Nicholas’ voice is thick with sleep. The old wooden floors creak against his bare feet. He slows his breath so as not to startle her as she peers out into the cold beyond.
“It’s beautiful outside, just like you,” he mumbles against her hair as he wraps his arms around her waist.
Taylor hums in agreement imagining the dark winter storm that blazed through the mountainside last night; it’s amazing how howling winds and heavy snowfall could produce something so breathtakingly beautiful.
“Looks like we are going to be snowed in for a while,” he whispers against the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck. “What could we possibly do with our time?” he sighs against her, snaking his hands up her shirt. “
Taylor's breath hitches when his hands graze over her breasts pulling her against his chest. Nicholas’ calloused fingertips begin to draw lazy circles over and around her perk nipples making her moan and grind her ass against him. Her beautiful sounds go straight to his dick.
Nicholas slips one hand from under her shirt to grab the mug from her hands. At the same time, he sets down the mug and twirls his girl around to face him. The small excited yelp from her pretty mouth sets his core ablaze. Grinning, he stares down at her breathtaking bright green eyes, etching each freckle decorating her skin to memory, silently hoping their kids will look just as gorgeous as she does one day. He takes her hands in his and squeezes them gently.
“This time of year has me feeling so sentimental… so thankful for you,” he starts, his throat tightening slightly with emotion. “We’ve been together for a few years now and I know my life has been crazy with touring and recording an album. But I want to settle down with you. You are my home Taylor and I want to have a family with you, whenever that may be.” Shy from his heartfelt confession, he tucks a loose strand behind his ear, waiting with bated breath for her response.
“Can we start no-” Her request is answered with a heated kiss. Sighing softly, Taylor tilts her head slightly to deepen the kiss, licking at his lower lip.
Nicholas chuckles. “Relax, angel we have all day.” He caresses her flush cheek as he gazes deeply into the eyes of the woman he loves.
She grins back at him before hoisting herself up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his neck. Large hands slide down her side and grip at her waist. Taunting, she brushes her lips against his lips only to peck a kiss on the cheek. Giggling, she whispers in his ear, “I can tease too,” as she rakes her fingers through his scalp. Nicholas buries his head into the crook of her neck groaning as he decorates the delicate skin with little love bites. Taylor doesn’t let up as she tugs again.
Nicholas nuzzles her neck “Baby,” he warns before pressing a heated kiss to her jaw. She quickly relents with a defeated huff, returning her hands to his shoulders. “That’s it!” he chuckles lifting Taylor over his shoulder. She starts to protest but finds herself being dropped onto the green velvet sofa with Nicholas straddling her.
“Nicky I-” her voice erupts into giggles as he tickles her sides- the spot he knows will be her undoing. He laughs right with her, watching as she screws her eyes shut tight and throws her head back as the laughter consumes her. “Pl-ease,” Taylor gasps for air between breaths and hiccups. Instantly, Nicholas stops and leans back to give her space. “Sorry babe, you are just so cute when you laugh,” he snickers.
“It’s ok,” she rasps, her breath steadying as she sits upright. She scrubs her face with her hands before tying her hair up into a messy bun. She flashes Nicholas a mischievous grin before pouncing on him to tickle him back. She yelps when he rolls them over and onto the floor, grateful for the layers of blankets and pillows from the movie night before. He pushes himself up onto his hands to alleviate some of his weight from her chest.
His long hair tumbles over his shoulders as he stares down at her with a wicked grin, pupils blown wide like saucers. “Look what you started now.” He presses his hips against hers, his hard cock aching against his jeans. “Feel it, baby, that’s all because of you.”
Taylor’s breath catches when he grinds against her, his large size apparent in his skin-tight jeans. His sea-glass eyes turn stormy as he stares down, and before she can say something witty- full lips crash into hers, wet and desperate, just like the mess between her thighs. A soft moan escapes from her throat when he pries her lips apart with his tongue. She can’t get enough of him; his taste of mint and tobacco. Tilting her head slightly she deepens the kiss as she snakes her hands through his tousled hair. When she reaches her destination, she tugs his roots while biting his lower lip- “Fuck, I need you,” her boyfriend moans, his breath hot against her cheek. “I need to put a baby in you,” he growls lowly into her ear, making her skin tingle and pussy throb.
Taylor hesitates for just a second, before coming to terms with the wild and nerve-wrecking thoughts in her head. Has she thought about them having a family together, yes- they have talked about it countless times. Gone through the ‘what ifs’ and even crunched the numbers to see if they could afford this new chapter in their lives. She took a deep breath to silence the worry and when she looked at the love of her life again in the eyes, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to spend her life with him.
Empowered by confidence, Taylor shifted her hips to hook her leg over his. “Do it,” she says before positioning her weight to roll them over, getting on top.
She adjusts to sit lower on his torso, feet planted firmly on either side while her hands remain flat on his chest. Quick as a cat, she silences his question with a finger to his lips. His raised eyebrow gave him away instantly.
“Before you ask, yes I’m serious. I wouldn’t have said so if I hadn’t. Plus we’ve been talking about this for months now.” The hand on his lips moves to caress his cheeks. “We are happy and healthy what’s a better time than now?” A warm hand envelopes hers and he leans into the soft touch. A heat simmers in her belly as she leans down to plant a kiss on her lover’s lips. When he kisses her back, it's deep and passionate yet guarded– gentle.
She lets her body takeover- tossing away her sweater along with any lingering insecurity and doubt. Nicholas works quickly to unfasten her bra, casting it alongside the clothes on the floor. Before Taylor can lean down to continue ravishing her boyfriend, two tattooed hands press against her chest- stopping her.
“Get up.”
The quiet demand turns her core molten and Taylor is quick to obey. Before he asks, she sheds the other layers of clothing just as he does the same. Suddenly, a chill spider crawls up her spine so she turns to face the lit fireplace, finding solace in its heat. She glances over at the family Christmas tree adorned with lights and ornaments. Dreams of their first child’s Christmas morning flash through her head and her heart flutters.
“Come here, princess,” his soft voice calls to her. When she turns, she finds Nicholas sitting surrounded by pillows, propped against the bottom of the sofa. “Here,” he instructs, patting his thigh.
Her eyes scan his large erect cock and her throat tightens slightly. They have fucked and made love and everything else under the sun, but this moment feels different. This moment is different- it means so much more. There’s a weight to it, not a pressure but rather a comfort. She trusts Nicholas wholeheartedly and she knows he trusts her too.
Slowly, she makes her way to him- teasing as she juts her hips with every purposeful step. When she goes to straddle him, he stops her with a pat on the thigh.
“Turn around, darling.” Taylor’s thoughts begin to swirl as she turns away from him and then-
“That’s right,” is all Nicholas gives her as she stares at herself in a full-length mirror draped with twinkling lights.
Slowly, she positions herself over him-watching Nicholas’ expression in the mirror with bated breath. He notices her hesitation as she hovers above him so he puts pillows around her legs for support and grips her hips to steady her. “That’s it, pretty girl, you are doing so good.” His praise makes her pussy wall flutter with anticipation as she sinks lower, keeping her gaze locked on him. He throws back his head and groans as her slick walls lure him in.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” At this point, his words come out breathless and whiny. She feels so full… of him, yet she still needs more. “So good,” he repeats between tender kisses to her shoulder blades. A soft giggle tumbles from her lips as he brushes his nose over her spine. When she opens her eyes, she finally sees the way he makes her feel; cheeks flush and bitten lips. Taylor catches Nicholas staring and she follows his path- straight to where they connect.
“We fit perfectly together,” he purrs peering up at her in the mirror. “Ready for more?” All she can muster is a nod before planting her feet firmly on the ground. It’s slow at first, the way they move in tandem; her rocking her hips and him thrusting into her. Nicholas digs his nails into her hips, the sharp and quick pain urges her faster.
“God, Nick I’m close -please,” she whimpers. He knows exactly what she needs as he snakes his hand to her front, separating her lower lips with his fingers before reaching the sensitive bud. With one quick swipe of his finger, her eyes shut tight and her head falls back onto his chest.
And suddenly, it all stops. Taylor lets out a whine as the sensations start to dissipate. “Eyes on me, doll.” Her eyelids flutter open in response and quickly finds his primal gaze. “Good.” The only reassurance she gets before he continues his relentless pursuit of pleasure. The sound of skin slapping and ragged breathing fills her ears as the coil tightens in her core. Her legs start to tense as the pressure builds between her thighs.
“That’s it, mama, ruin me-”
“Oh shit,” she whines, baring down on him as she drenches him with her release. “Fill me, Nicholas,” she pleads as he releases rope after rope of his seed inside her.
Sighing, she lets her tired body fall against his warm chest, legs falling limp to the side. As her eyelids flutter closed, she basks in Nicholas’ body heat that comforts her as her heartbeat steadies. “You look gorgeous in the afterglow, little mama,” he whispers the new nickname in her ear. It makes her tummy flip with delight.
Nicholas wraps his arms around her tummy watching as it expands with every breath she takes. Taylor looks down at where his hands meet by her belly button and she smiles imagining a little baby bump.
“Soon my hands won't be able to fit like this,” he says before kissing her cheek.
“It can’t wait,” Taylor beams, resting her hands on his.
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Mouthful
Nicholas Ruffilo x Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Noah Sebastian
Content warnings: oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, come swallowing, (slight) come play
Contains sexual situations between fictionalized versions of real people. This isn't real, none of this happened. But feel free to hit the back button if this isn't your thing.
<Summary> Noah teaches Jolly how to suck a dick.
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The hands in Jolly’s hair are gentle, as is the voice coaxing him on as he closes his mouth over the head of Nicholas’s cock.
“There we go.” Noah praises in his ear just as Nicholas groans. “That's it. Just focus on the head a little, run your tongue right under his tip…” He does as Noah says, slipping his tongue across the ridge along the bottom of Nick’s cockhead. Nick’s breath catches and his hips shift as Noah chuckles darkly beside him, “Yeah, see, he likes that.”
“Shit,” Nick gasps, and the word goes straight to his groin. His fingers flex in Jolly’s hair for a second before he lets go, sliding backwards through the strands in apology.
Noah’s chest is warm against his back as he moves closer with a hum. “Good, good,” he coos, “do you want to try taking a little more?”
Jolly nods as well as he’s able to, relaxing his jaw a little when Noah tells him to as he glides his mouth farther down Nicholas’s shaft. He can feel Noah’s burning gaze as he tries to meet his lips with the hand he has curled about the base of Nick’s cock. His eyes water, but he keeps going, trying to fit as much as he can until it becomes too much and he coughs, dropping Nick from his mouth as he pulls back spluttering.
“Hey, you good?” Noah’s hand is warm, comforting, on his back and Jolly nods as he catches his breath. “Nick likes the back of the throat, but let’s warm up to that okay? We’ll get you there, promise.”
This is a newer side of Noah that Jolly’s never had directed at him before. This gentle, soft side of Noah that’s usually reserved for Nick alone. His chest feels heavy, as something he’s not ready to think about settles warm in his bones and adds to the arousal pooling in his gut.
Jolly clears his throat, hoping his face isn’t as flushed as it feels, gesturing back to Nicholas. “Can I?”
Noah’s beaming smile is blinding. “You don't have to ask if you want to keep going,” he says with a shrug, “because I'm sure that's exactly what Nick wants.”
The man in question’s hands dig into his own thighs, eyes pleading as he whispers, “Please.”
Those same hands cling to him desperately as Jolly takes him into his mouth again, and it’s not as intimidating this time, now that he kind of knows what to do. He tries to think about how he likes it; letting his hand follow his mouth to jerk Nicholas as his head bobs up and down.
Pride swells in his chest when Nick’s hips kick up minutely followed by Noah’s sultry laugh.
“You’re a fast learner aren’t you?” His friend asks, and Jolly can’t do anything but blush because even if he knew how to respond, he really doesn’t want to let Nick out of his mouth long enough to do so. So he nods instead, letting himself get lost in the way Nicholas’s breath catches when he moves his tongue around his shaft every time he pulls back, trying to take more with every pass.
He understands now why Noah is so willing to get on his knees for him. Why he eagerly pulls Nicholas away whenever they have the time, just to get his mouth around him, because even though his jaw is starting to ache and he can feel the tears leaking from his eyes, he realizes he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah croons, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of his eye, “he’s a lot to take, I know, but you’re doing so good. Isn’t he, Nick?”
“I -” Nicholas grunts, mumbling a mess of words so jumbled together, Jolly can’t even begin to decipher.
“Mmm look at that.” Noah murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job, he can’t even speak.” The flush on his face grows, spreading to his neck, and farther down to his chest when he feels Noah’s long fingers slither down to his lap. They slip under the waistband of his sweatpants, searching until they find the gap in his boxer briefs and he groans when the soft skin of Noah’s palm runs over the sensitive head of his cock.
It’s almost too much.
He pauses, keeping his hand tight around Nick’s shaft when he pulls his mouth off, slowly jerking him as he tries to get himself under control. But Noah doesn’t make it easy. He hooks his chin over Jolly’s shoulder as he pulls his cock free from his sweats. The kiss of cool air against him makes him hiss, eyes slipping closed as his head falls back to rest against Noah’s shoulder.
“He’s close, you know,” Noah whispers into the shell of his ear. “It won’t take much at all to get him there.” Even through his lust-addled brain, Jolly knows what Noah’s implying, and he finds himself nodding along in agreement. “You finish him off, and I’ll finish you off, how does that sound? Good?”
The hand stroking him disappears, but not before a thumb swipes across his tip, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Noah’s tongue sweep across the pad. His own dick kicks, aching at the sight, and Jolly’s pretty sure his swallow is audible before he turns his attention back to Nicholas.
Strangled whimpers and bitten off curses fall from his mouth as Jolly massages his shaft with the flat of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks. A hand settles on the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair, finding purchase and tugging enough to guide his eyes upward.
“This is always my favorite part.” Noah says, “He’s always so pretty when he cums, I’d hate for you to miss it.”
When Nick’s half-lidded gaze meets his, Jolly can’t help but think how right Noah is. Especially when the man’s eyes roll skyward, a choked cry falling from his lips, eyes rolling skyward as his release floods into Jolly’s mouth.
Jolly thinks back to all the girls he’s been with, how most of them have swallowed him down with ease, and he tries. Tries to emulate them and swallow what Nick’s giving him, but he can’t. Not all of it, anyway. Nicholas slips from his mouth, still twitching, pearlescent beads gathering at his slit and as he thinks about going back to finish the job, Noah’s there, leaning forward to wrap his own lips around Nick.
Jolly’s stuck, unable to do anything but watch as Noah licks and sucks everything he left behind, groaning as if Nick is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. It’s mesmerizing, so much so that he’s taken by surprise when Noah turns back to him and crashes their mouths together.
Noah’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, bringing with it the salty tang of Nicholas’s release. He pulls away, briefly, to spit in his palm, before closing his hand around Jolly’s aching cock, jerking him with quick, harsh strokes. Jolly’s fairly certain it’s the roughest anyone has ever been with him and every pull of Noah’s hand drives him closer to the edge.
“I’m… I’m gonna--”
Noah’s forehead presses against his temple, breath fanning across his face. “Yeah?” Jolly nods, face screwing up, moaning as his gaze slips down to where Noah’s working his cock. “C’mon man,” Noah coaxes, “let me have it.”
He does as he’s asked, closing his eyes against the tide as his orgasm rips through his body and he ruts into Noah’s fist, chasing every bit of ecstasy until he has nothing left. Spots dance across his vision and his ears ring, his spent cock twitching in a valiant attempt to harden again as he watches Noah fingers disappear into his mouth one by one, until they're clean. The look on the other man's face is fond as he tucks Jolly back into his sweatpants before kissing him softly.
The tender touch makes Jolly's insides warm, as does the hand that settles on his shoulder.
“Now that was almost as hot as getting my dick sucked.” Nick interrupts, pulling his attention from Noah with a soft hold on his chin.
For the first time of the night, self doubt creeps in and he has to ask. “It, uh, it was okay, right?”
“Dude, are you joking?” Nick asks with a laugh, quirking his eyebrow. “That was amazing… and I wouldn’t say no if you ever wanted to try again. In fact, I don’t think Noah would either.”
“But for now,” Nick slips to his knees, fisting a hand in Noah’s shirt to pull him in for a quick dirty kiss and Jolly wonders if Nick can taste him in Noah’s mouth. “Mmm,” he hums when they part, licking his lips, looking over his shoulder at Jolly as he pushes Noah to his back. “You’re more than welcome to watch how I do it.”
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Learning Lessons
Pairing: vampire!Nicholas x fem!reader x vampire!Noah
Content warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving), sub!Noah tied to the cuck chair, possessive dom!Nicholas (??? Idk it kinda took a turn towards the end)
A/N: Is there any real vampire shit in this??? Not really, other than the stuff I’ve made up in my head. A little continuation of this thot and this. Did not proof read this at all, soooo if it’s a jumbled mess, sorry.
Word Count: 1.3k
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Nicholas quickly regretted agreeing to no fingers—not because he lacked confidence, but because his tongue could only reach so far. Sure, he could ask, but that would mean he’d have to stop licking into you and that certainly wasn’t a viable option. He wanted to savor every little drop of nectar possible, commit your taste to memory. Nothing in his young immortal life had ever tasted as splendid and wonderful as you. He almost understood why Noah chose to neglect his studies—almost.
“You’re not doing it right,” Noah barked, struggling against his restraints.
“Noah,” you sighed, “He’s doing fine.”
Breathy and low, Nicholas took immense pleasure in the moan you made. Your back arched and pressed more of your center to his mouth. He swallowed down his own moan when you softly threaded your fingers through his hair, ultimately failing as you tugged gently.
Internally, Nicholas smirked hearing Noah’s frustrated huff and more fruitless flailing.
Every stroke of his tongue, each meticulous flick and lick was purposeful and calculated. It took him no time at all to render you speechless, much to everyone’s happiness. The only sounds escaping you were loud, boisterous and erotic, encouraging Nicholas to work faster, creating an endless, perfect cycle.
He gazed up at you, admiring the rapid rise and fall of your chest and bliss filled haze surrounding you. His name sounded ethereal and heavenly tumbling from your lips.
Up until now, he’d been so gentle and kind, sweet and tender, but prayer of his name paired with Noah’s whimpering cries drove him close to insanity. He gripped your hips mean and rough, pulling you impossibly closer, burying his face deeper. You tried to grind against him, but he held you firmly in place. His strength surprised you.
“Don’t stop,” You pled, grasping his hair a little harsher. “I'm so close.”
Nicholas hummed, delighted by your command.
Thrashing caught his ear and he glanced towards the being strapped to the chair. Noah had his eyes closed, neck back and face turned up to the ceiling. His breathing was labored. Nicholas could feel the jealous envy and aroused helplessness radiating from him.
As if felt his steely gaze, Noah looked down his nose, nostrils flaring ever so slightly when their eyes met, desperate anger flickering in the darkness of his irises. It was as if Noah was trying to challenge him, trying to show him how dangerous he could be. Nicholas knew better though. He knew all too well how pathetic and docile Noah was when it came to sex. It was all posturing, a poor show of power he didn’t possess.
He kept his eyes fixed on Noah, feeling full of smug pride. Watching him struggle to keep his cool, seeing him bite down on his lip so hard it’d started to bleed had its own intoxicating effect on Nicholas. The faint smell of his blood mingling with the scent of you so heavily on his senses was dizzying, almost too much for him to bear.
The sight of Noah on the verge of tears, thrashing violently against his restraints while you called out another’s name at the peak of climax was one of the most beautiful images and sounds Nicholas thinks he’s ever seen.
A litany of swears and vitriol erupted from Noah, cursing his very maker with a sharp, venomous tongue. His threats may have been empty, but they certainly wouldn’t go unpunished. Nicholas would make sure this moment was a learning lesson in private. Though, the flaming daggers staring back at him as you gasped and writhed in his grasp delighted him.
Had you been his, Nicholas would have left you crying, begging for your life to stop—but he had to show mercy. There was an agreement after all, as much as he’d love to keep torturing and tormenting Noah.
Reluctantly, Nicholas pulled away, nose to chin glistening. Briefly, his eyes fluttered shut as he unconsciously licked his lips, already craving more of your essence. You smiled at him, so radiant and bright, he’s positive it outshined the fullest moon on the clearest night. In that moment, he decided he too would do anything you asked. He would gladly accompany Noah in his chokehold.
Whatever enchantment you cast on Noah, Nicholas found himself falling victim to.
“God fucking damn it.”
The sound of leather ripping prompted Nicholas to tear his eyes from you, landing immediately on Noah as the strap across his chest snapped. With lightning fast speed, he stood in front of Noah, looming over him. He grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at him.
All the rage and vague jealousy melted away, leaving behind an expression that mimicked a wounded puppy. Under different circumstances, Nicholas would have thought it was endearing—cute even— but there was nothing cute about the careless venom he spewed.
“Do you see why you need to learn, Noah? Do you know what you told me?” He said, not an ounce of emotion in his voice.
Noah visibly sunk back into the chair, clearly aware of his misbehavior and painfully embarrassed.
Not satisfied with his silence, Nicholas tightened his grip and leaned down so they were face to face. Noah tried to look everywhere but the scolding, icy eyes in front him, but Nicholas wouldn’t allow it.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He shook his head by his jaw.
Sheepishly, Noah obeyed. He squirmed under Nicholas’ judgment.
“You’ve been terribly behaved this evening, Noah.” He raked his eyes over his shameful face. Red stained his lips, and a bruise had started to form from his teeth.
Nicholas moved his thumb to delicately brush along his bottom lip. He brought their faces closer together, wanting to get a better smell of Noah’s blood and giving him a tantalizing whiff of your delectable arousal. Noah couldn’t contain his whimper or the way he tried to capture Nicholas’ lips, desperate for a taste of you.
Goosebumps pricked his skin as he felt breath and soft lips on his ear.
“If I was cruel,” Nicholas whispered, voice low and quiet, only loud enough for him to hear, “I’d keep you tied here all night while I have my way with her, bring her within an inch of her life and make her mine.”
Panic surged through Noah and he tested his bindings again, only to be swiftly reminded it would take much more strength and power to break the rest. He locked eyes with you, offering an equally enchanting and ethereal smile.
The low, rumbling chuckle in his ear made him shiver.
“Lucky for you, I’m not entirely cruel.”
Nicholas bent down and unfastened the restraints around his legs and ankles. As he moved to the ones on his arms and wrists, he once again fixed his eyes on Noah, giving him a stern, dangerous look.
“But if you ever threaten to ‘rip my fucking throat out’ again, knowingly or unknowingly, I will make good on cruelty. Understood?”
“Yes.” Noah nodded furiously. Nicholas raised a brow.
“Yes…?” He let his question trail off.
“Yes sir.”
Nicholas gave his own approving nod and freed him. Noah sat still as could be, waiting to be dismissed. He didn’t want to anger Nicholas anymore than he had.
“Go.”
Quicker than lightning, Noah pounced on you, eagerly settling between your thighs, already salivating before he’d even had a lick.
A small smile pulled at Nicholas’ lips as he watched a feral, pussy starved Noah devour you, happily cleaning the mess he left behind. Wet squelching and audible slurping filled the room; the erotic sounds warmed his skin, spreading through him and stoking his growing desire.
Silently and secretly, he hoped you’d be kind enough to invite him again.
The next morning, Nicholas was pleasantly surprised to see Noah bright and early, ready to learn. Perhaps all he needed was a little scaring after all. He would be sure to thank you later.
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A Night In With Nicholas
⚠️ Fluff, Mentions of feeling stressed
Rain pattered against the now closed front door as you set your umbrella down in the corner. You had been on your way home from work as the rain began beating down on the pavement harshly. You cursed to yourself quietly, the frustration of the day already souring your mood.
Fumbling around for your key and getting the door unlocked took entirely too long, the entire process being hindered by the fact you only had one hand. Eventually you managed to get the door open, shaking the rain droplets from your umbrella before staggering into the house. You immediately dropped your umbrella in the corner and began shrugging off your jacket. Only when your shoes were off did you take a moment to just stand, taking the time to soak in the cosy warmth of the house and the scent of freshly cooked food filling your nose.
You were about to call out when Nicholas poked his head through the kitchen door, smiling brightly as soon as he saw you. You shuffled into the kitchen, a small smile gracing your lips at the sight of him. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun and the apron he wore was smattered with a red sauce.
“Hey, how was work today?” he asked as he rummaged around in the fridge. You groaned at the question, your head falling into your hands at the reminder of how your day had gone.
“Horrible. It seems like everyone forgot how to speak to staff working in retail nicely today.” you muttered glancing back up as he triumphantly pulled a packet of cheese from the fridge. You smiled softly as you watched him sprinkle the cheese on top of what he’d made.
“Well I hope that this could be the start of a good evening at least.” he said as he placed a steaming bowl of pasta in front of you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he did so.
You immediately dug in, the rich tomatoey sauce coating your tastebuds. You always insisted on cooking because you loved it yet in moments like this, you remembered just how much you also loved Nicholas’s cooking. He smiled as he sat down, placing his own bowl in front of him.
“The pasta is ok then I take it?” he chuckled, his smile only widening in amusement as you nodded eagerly causing some sauce to flick up onto your nose. He leaned over, gently brushing your nose with his thumb making your heart flutter at how gentle he was. He was always so careful with you but it never made you feel like you were breakable. It instead made you feel cherished and cared for in a way you had never before him.
The rest of dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence, both of you content with just listening to the sound of rain smacking against the window. Only the sound of Nicholas’ chair scraping against the floor as he stood broke the calm. You watched as he gathered up the dishes and moved the pans towards the sink.
“Let me do that!” you protested, frowning when he shooed you away. You opened your mouth to protest, the words dying on your tongue as you saw Nicholas’ stubborn expression. Reluctantly you sat back down, watching with a frown. Nicholas let out a small chuckle when he saw your pouty expression.
“It's ok, I’ll clean up. You’ve had a long enough day and I want to make sure that you get the relaxation time that you deserve” he said, poking you gently on the nose. You giggled as you tried to blow the bubbles off your nose before eventually giving in and wiping them off with your sleeve.
“Go sit on the couch for a minute, I'll be right back," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear before running his fingers over your cheek tenderly. You pressed a soft kiss to the base of his thumb before wandering off to go sit for a moment. As you sat there waiting, it dawned on you just how tired you were as you fought to keep your eyes from closing. Finally, you were jolted from your sleepy haze by soft footsteps and a warm hand on your shoulder. You cracked your eyes open to see Nicholas looking down at you fondly.
“Come on I’ve run you a bath” he whispered as he carefully pulled you to your feet. You followed him up the stairs into the bathroom, fingers linked together. The bathroom was filled with the scent of your favourite bubble bath and you noticed your favourite pair of pyjamas hung over the towel rack. You turned around, tears filling your eyes standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Thank you. It’s perfect.” you whispered, your heart soaring as Nicholas’ entire face lit up with joy. The fact that he’d planned all of this without knowing you’d had a bad day only made you fall for him even more.
You slowly began removing your clothes, shivering as the cool air nipped at your now exposed skin. Stepping into the bathtub, you let out a content sigh. The water wasn't hot enough to burn you but plenty warm enough to start relaxing the muscles in your body. You glanced at Nicholas, expecting to see him getting ready to join you. Instead you saw him sitting next to the tub on a cushion, your favourite book in his hand. He gave you a sheepish smile before flipping to the first page.
You sat back, letting the words wash over you as you felt the strain of the day finally melt away. The low murmur of Nicholas’ voice continued to soothe you, as he read the familiar words aloud. You barely registered your eyes slipping closed once again until a gentle hand began petting your head softly.
“Wake up sweetheart, let's get you to bed.” you heard him whisper as you felt yourself being lifted into a sitting position. You gripped his hands tightly as you stepped out of the tub. A warm, fluffy towel was draped around you almost instantly, shielding you from the cool air of the bathroom. You let out a small noise of surprise as you felt the towel begin to rub against your skin.
“Nick, I can-” you began before being shushed softly. Nicholas looked up at you from where he had knelt down to dry your legs.
“Remember I’m taking care of you tonight? You don’t need to lift a finger just…I want to do this.” he said, his focus turning back to running the towel gently over your skin making sure to catch each droplet of water that clung to you. You watched him work, your heart melting at how determined he was to make sure that you had the calmest evening possible. Once he was satisfied that you were dry enough, he handed you the pyjamas to slip into. Nicholas pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before letting the water drain out of the bathtub.
The faint sound of water draining filled the silence as the pair of you made your way to your bedroom. You let out a dramatic sigh as you flopped down on the bed, watching as Nicholas shimmied out of his day clothes into the pale pink pyjamas you’d bought for him as a joke gift for his birthday. He laughed as you wriggled around a bit before finally managing to get yourself under the covers, finally sliding in next to you once you had settled. He pulled you close to him, his arms wrapping firmly around you as you laid your head on his chest. You both laid there in a comfortable silence, the feeling of Nicholas’ fingers running through your hair slowly lulling you to sleep.
“Hey Nick?” you whispered, as your eyes closed. You heard a soft hum of acknowledgement as you felt yourself being dragged away by sleep.
“Tomorrow I’m going to spend the day taking care of you.”
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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS
Hello! I've decided to update my recommendation list and give it a bit more structure, this is why I'm making a new list and try to keep it updated as often as possible. (The old list will still be available don’t worry)
To my fellow fanfic creators, I can't even put into words how much I appreciate you all. You're all so good at what you are doing. Thank you for sharing your masterpieces with us! ♡
Please read the content warnings for each piece of fiction! Most of them are NSFW so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
LAST UPDATED APRIL 3 2024
BAD OMENS:
Noah Sebastian x OC/Reader:
✫ JUST PRETEND by @thefallennightmare & @thescarlettvvitch
✫ ENTOMBED by @thescarlettvvitch
✫ MERCY by @thefallennightmare
✫ I TOOK YOUR KEYS, IT WAS ME by @badnoahmens
✫ SWEEP ME OF MY FEET by @badnoahmens
✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx
✫ SWEETENED BREATH, TONGUE SO MEAN by @rottingfern
✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot
✫ THE ROTTEN AND UGLY by @foliosriot
✫ THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT by @veronicaphoenix
Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:
✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold
✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke
✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot
Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OC/Reader:
✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens
✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens
✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites
✫ LIKE BRANCHES IN A FLOOD by @the-way-of-words
Nick Folio x OC/Reader:
✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens
✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise
✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence
✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke
Matt Dierkes x OC/Reader:
✫ FOR YOU? NEVER by @thefallennightmare
✫ JUST FOR TONIGHT by @withcrossesandframes
✫ MATT DIERKES FRIENDS TO LOVER REQUEST by @thcfountain [Matt Dierkes x ace afab!Reader]
Other Pairings:
✫ LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE by @ladyveronikawrites
✫ CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE [Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader] by @deathblacksmoke
✫ DOMINATE THE GAME [Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless] by @ladyveronikawrites & @nerdraging4point0
Love Triangle:
✫ VIRALITY [Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!OC & Noah Sebastian x fem!OC] by @concreteburialplot
MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:
Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:
✫ SURPRISE by @ravieisunhinged
✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636
✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me
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✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]
dividers by @saradika-graphics
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Use Me, Sir - Nicholas Ruffilo (18+)
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: SMUT NSFW MDNI, Free Use, Dom!Nicholas, Sub!Reader, Spit, Color System if you squint, Hair Pulling, Oral, unprotected p in v, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Use of Sir
A/N: Just a fun little one shot for Nicky's birthday. Enjoy!
You set your book on your nightstand and turned over in bed to face him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you as you faced him. “What’s up baby?” he asked, setting his phone to the side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
A mischievous grin spread across your features. “You know how we’ve talked about free use?”
His eyebrows raised and eyes widened. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I can’t forget talking about that.”
“Let’s try it,” you grinned. “Tomorrow. For your birthday. I’ll be your own personal toy. I’ll be there whenever you want for whatever you want.”
Obviously he agreed to it. What man wouldn’t?
The next morning, you snuck out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen to make him a nice breakfast. You thought you had been quiet enough not to wake him. As you began to get the stuff out, you felt hands on your hips and hot breath on your neck. You let out a gasp of surprise. You must not have been as sneaky as you thought.
You felt Nicholas’ tongue gently lap over your pulse point. “Color?” he rasped, voice rough from sleep. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of your sleep shorts.
You let out a shaky breath, arousal already beginning to pool in your panties. “Green, sir,” you sighed, leaning your head back to give his warm, roaming tongue better access to your neck.
He hummed against your skin and pulled your shorts and panties down in one go. Nicholas pulled away from you, “Shirt off.” You obeyed, wasting no time. His lips returned to your skin, this time on your shoulder blade as he kissed down your back, forcing you to bend over the counter with one hand pressed flat on your back and the other gripping your hip.
Soon enough he was on his knees behind you. His calloused hands glided across your skin until they were both covering your ass. He gave the flesh a rough squeeze before pulling them apart and letting them go again, just to watch it jiggle. You let out an impatient whine, which resulted in a quick smack to the side of your thigh. “Be patient, princesa.”
You bit your lip to force your desperate noises down, trying your best to wait patiently. It finally paid off. You felt two fingers slip through your soaking folds before they ghosted circles on your clit. “You’re soaked,” he groaned. “Such a dirty girl. So wet just from waiting for me to fuck you like a toy.”
Before you could say anything, he plunged his two fingers into you. Your walls instantly clenching around his digits as a desperate mewl fell from your bitten lips. He didn’t pump his fingers. Instead, he just alternated between scissoring and curling them at a lightning speed. He had your legs trembling and weak within seconds as he tried to prepare you for his girth. Your arousal was gushing out around his fingers and running down onto his hand and wrist.
The sounds you were making were unrecognizable. High pitched moans, whimpers, and sobs filled the room as the coil in your belly began to tighten. “S-Sir,” you gasped. “Gonna c-cum!”
With your warning came instant emptiness. A sob of protest left your lips, your body trembling as you had been on the very cusp of your release. Tears sprung to your eyes and you tried to catch your breath. Nicholas stood up and turned you around to face him. He made eye contact with you and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste. He released his fingers with a pop. “So fucking sweet,” he groaned.
He reached into his pajama bottoms and pulled his cock out. No matter how many times you saw it, it never failed to gasp. He was just so…big. Almost unnaturally big. He gave it a few pumps with his hand, still slightly slick with your juices, before nodding at you, “Spit on it.”
You leaned forward until your mouth was right above his cock. You let your saliva slowly drip down onto his hand and cock, providing that extra lubricant that he needed. He spread it around with a grunt. “Good fucking girl,” he groaned as he fisted his cock faster. “Bend over.”
“Yes, sir,” you turned back around and bent over the counter once again as fast as you could. You felt his palm press into your back and the tip of his cock running through your folds before he began to slowly push in. You threw your head back with a loud moan, the fire you felt in your core all consuming. The stretch burned. The stretch hurt. But in the best way.
He eased his way in until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Your warm, wet walls clenched and fluttered around him as you attempted to adjust to his size. While he usually gave you a moment to do so, this time he went all in. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, quick and with a strong force. You nearly screamed at the sensation. He kept thrusting, his thrusts fast, somehow hitting deeper and deeper inside of you with each one.
Tears began to run down your face as he pounded into you relentlessly. You felt one of his hands settle in your hair and grip it tightly. He yanked you up until your back was pressed against his chest, never letting up on his speed or power. His tongue darted out to catch one of your tears. “Aw, what’s ‘a matter, princesa?” he chuckled condescendingly in your ear. “Can’t take it? You suggested this. You better take it.”
Your jaw dropped in a silent scream and your eyes rolled back. “I-I can take it,” you whimpered. “H-Hurts so good sir!” You were right at the edge again, your cunt pulsing and fluttering, your stomach tightening. Just as you were about to warn him, he pulled out. Yet another pained sob left you at the loss.
With his hand still in your hair he guided you down onto the floor, on your knees in front of him. He stood above you, his other hand on his cock that was coated in your arousal. You looked up at him with parted lips and bleary eyes. He tapped the sticky, wet head against your cheek, and then your lips. You stuck your tongue out as if it were an instinct. He tapped your tongue with his cock before beginning to slide it in. He stretched your mouth so much that it hurt, but the salty, musky taste of his skin mixed with the tangy sweetness of your own cunt made it worth it. His grip on your hair tightened as he began to fuck into your mouth.
You gagged and moaned around him loudly. Drool pooled at the corners of your lips and dripped down your chin. You looked up at him through your lashes as heavy tears streamed down your face.
“Take it, take it all,” he grunted. “You like how that tastes, my dirty girl? You taste good, huh?”
You couldn’t only whine and gag around him in response. He then slid his cock in as far as it would go, reveling in the gagging sounds you made as you choked on him. Finally, he pulled out, leaving you a coughing, sputtering, sloppy mess. He pulled you back up by your hair and bent you over the counter once more. Once you’d barely caught your breath, Nicholas slammed back inside of you and continued his relentless pace.
The sounds of slapping skin, grunts, and moans filled the kitchen. Nicholas reached a hand down to your clit and began to rub quick circles into the bundle of nerves. “Let go, princesa.”
That’s all you needed before you finally reached that euphoric state. You swore you almost blacked out as you came around him. His thrusts got sloppier as he was close himself. He buried himself as deep inside of you as possible as he released his load with a deep moan, head falling into your shoulder as his body shook with the intensity.
You both were breathing heavily when he finally pulled out. His cum began to leak out of you, getting all over your shaky inner thighs. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “Don’t think we won’t continue this a bit later,” Nicholas said with a wink before kissing your cheek and walking off to the bathroom, leaving you stunned and sore. You realized that you should’ve invested in some frozen peas.
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Bass
Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader
Oneshot / Imagine
Tags: @ladyveronikawrites, @lma1986, @blackveilomens, @cookiesupplier, @thcfountain
Content Warning: Smut, Fluff. Mentions of fingering, female receiving oral.
Summary: You see your best friend Nicholas messing with his bass, and it is making you feel things.
You’ve known Nicholas for basically your entire life. Currently you were at his place, and he was messing with one of his bass guitars. He noticed early on, that when he’d play, you’d focus on his hands. Today was one of those days.
“If you want me to teach you how to play, all you have to do is ask, you know.” He speaks up.
“Uhh, I’m fine.” You say.
“You sure? You’re staring.” He smirks, teasing you.
“I’m not staring…just…admiring. Is that a crime?” You reply.
“Why are you staring at my hands then?” He asks.
“Oh..no reason.” You say before quickly going back on your phone.
Nicholas quickly puts his bass down, and walks over to you. He snatches your phone out of your hand and places it on the table next to you.
“Hey?!” You quickly stand up. Attempting to take your phone back, he shoves it in his pocket.
“Can you please, for the love of god, give me my phone back?” You ask, irritated.
“Nope. I wanna know why you stare at my hands when I’m playing my bass.” He says.
“Hm. You really wanna know?” You ask.
“Mhm.” He replies.
Okay then. You think to yourself.
Leaning up to his ear, you say, “I’ve thought of the idea of you playing me like that bass.”
His breath gets stuck in his throat when he hears you say that. Was he dreaming? You were literally the love of his life, but you didn’t know that yet.
Clearing his throat, he finally speaks. “How about we make that a reality then?”
“What’s stopping you?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him. He moves his hands to your waist, and presses his lips against yours. Kissing him back, you wrap your arms around his neck.
He then pulls away, and pushes you on the bed. Quickly putting his bass somewhere other than his bed, he returns to you. You feel his hands slide under your shirt, and you sigh.
His hands go higher and higher, until you feel them on your chest. He kisses you again, and you moan into the kiss.
Soon enough, you feel yourself soaking wet for him. One of his hands snake down to your underwear and teases you through it.
“Please,” You whine.
“I know, I know. I want to hear you say it.” He says.
You glare at him. “Fucking play me like that bass, or I’ll do it myself.”
“As hot as that sounds,” He says, moving your underwear to the side, “I’d rather do it for you.”
He sinks two fingers into your heat, and a loud moan escapes your lips. “That’s my girl.”
His fingers move in and out of you, and you’re a mess under his touch. Soon, you feel yourself close to letting go. Nicholas could tell you were close as well.
“Cum for me, love.” He says.
You cum around his fingers, then he removes them from you. He licks his fingers, tasting you in the process.
“Fuck, you taste amazing. Maybe I should go for seconds..” He says.
“What’s stopping you?” You suggest.
He smirks, and sinks to his knees. He wraps his arms around your thighs, and starts devouring you. One of your hands land in his hair, whimpers and moans leaving your lips.
After tonight, your relationship with Nicholas did change, but now instead of being just friends, the two of you were now lovers.
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You’d Be Better Off On Your Own — Pt. 2
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader
warnings: mentions of alcohol and its consumption. some gaslighting and manipulation. dakota being a fucking dick. bad omens being the best friends you could ever ask for.
tags: @concretenoah @malice-ov-mercy @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople
masterlist. part 1.
God, this was such a bad idea. You knew it was an awful idea the moment Nick suggested it, the moment he had spoken it into existence. But alas, here you are, and you’re nowhere near prepared.
It was two days after you caught Dakota cheating when he finally came back around. You almost hadn’t let him into your apartment, but, remembering the look in Nick’s eyes when you had admitted to him how badly you needed to break up with your boyfriend, you found the strength to choke back the bitter taste in your mouth at Dakota’s presence.
But you’d allowed him entry and listened to his half-assed apology anyways. You hadn’t forgiven him or anything close in relation to the word. Instead, you had told him you appreciated the apology but you needed a few more days to yourself. You saw the grimace of anger all over Dakota’s face for just a moment before he accepted.
That night, he left you with a kiss to the cheek and a sickening feeling in your stomach.
Now, here you are, four days later. You’re at a bar with Nick and the rest of Bad Omens, plus Bryan, Matt, and Jesse. You had decided today was the day you are finally ending things with Dakota. Nick stated how proud he is of you and had been more than willing to gather the guys in support of this endeavor.
However, you had made sure to confirm Dakota’s attendance before even mentioning it to Nick. And thankfully you were able to get Dakota to agree to come, despite how much he dislikes your friends.
And that’s all you’re waiting for now.
You’re anxiously watching the guys switch off in a game of pool as you keep one eye on the front entrance of the bar. Dakota should be here by now. What is taking your boyfriend so long? Well, soon to be ex-boyfriend, that is.
As you glance back over to the door for the thousandth time, you’re suddenly thankful that the bar is relatively busy tonight. That way, Dakota will be less likely to cause a scene when you inevitably break up with him.
“Hey.”
You swivel your head to see Nick standing on the other side of the table you had claimed at the beginning of the night. He’s pulled his long hair up into a bun, and his skin a warm bronze in the lowlight of the bar. You make a mental note that he’s taken off his flannel and tied it around his waist since playing pool, which leaves his tattoos on full display. And you hate how momentarily speechless you are by his appearance.
“Oh. Hey.”
“You okay?” he asks.
You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. I’m fine,” you lie. “Just watching for Dakota.”
Nick looks at the door, his eyes lingering in its direction for a few moments before he’s looking back at you.
“He’ll be here,” he assures you. “In the meantime, come play a round with us. Get rid of some of your anxiety.”
You roll your eyes, and take a not-so subtle final glance at the bar door as you consider his words. Then you’re pushing yourself out of your chair and standing in front of Nick. The lights reflecting in his eyes almost look like stars when you’re face to face with him, and it has the breath catching in your throat.
To set aside the unexpected fluttering in your chest you shove at Nick’s shoulder to get him to move. He stumbles a bit but not without smiling widely at you. You smile back at him as you follow him to the pool table.
Jolly and Bryan holler happily as you approach. Jesse comes up next to you, pushing Nick out of his way, and gives you an extra glass that he had in his grasp. You take it with a smile as he throws his arm over your shoulders. He clinks the two glasses together before downing the contents of his drink, you following suit.
You almost gag at the taste of tequila. Jesse knows how much you hate tequila. But you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at him, especially with that contagious smile on his face and the warmth in his eyes as he looks over at you. You sigh slightly as you smile at him.
Then he’s pulling you into a hug, both arms wrapped securely around you as he sways back and forth.
“You’ve got this,” he says in your ear. “We’re all rootin’ for ya.”
And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t almost break down in tears at your friend’s words. You take a deep breath, breathing in Jesse’s cologne, and murmur a thank you before pulling away. He’s still smiling as he takes your empty glass and walks away.
When Jesse steps away Folio rounds the pool table and shoves one of the cues into your hands.
“You’re up,” he tells you plainly. “Noah and Matt are winning and you know we can’t have that, so get your ass in there and win this shit for us.”
You roll your eyes. “And what makes you think I’ll win against them?” you question him while chalking up the cue.
“Dude, I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Wow, your faith in me is truly unwavering.”
“Just fucking go!” Folio pushes you closer to the table, snatching the chalk from you. “We’re stripes so don’t fuck this up.”
Throwing your middle finger up at him, you finally turn back to the green felt top. And with just a cursory glance you assume there to be about three or four of each type of ball, then the eight and the white. So you walk over to where the white ball sits and angle the cue just so in order to strike the yellow stripe that, if you hit it just right, will fly into the adjacent pocket.
You line up your shot. You draw in a long intake of breath and…
The loud clacking of the pool balls echoes in your skull as you stand up straight. And see, just as you had predicted, the yellow stripe is sliding into the pocket right next to Bryan.
Your friends all clap at your victory. An embarrassed blush heats up your face at their attention, so you give a quick mock curtsey before you’re giving the cue back to Folio and stepping towards Nick.
And Nick is watching you closely as you walk up beside him. He’s leaning against the wall, a small smile gracing his face. His stormy eyes look nearly black.
“Good job, honeybee,” he praises you.
“Thank you,” you murmur. You prop yourself beside him at the wall. “I think that shot of tequila Jesse gave me was truly the thing I needed.”
Nick bumps your shoulder with his. “A little bit of liquid courage never hurt, right?”
You look over at Nick to see him staring intently at you. For a few moments, you trace the lines and structure of his face with your eyes, committing each feature to memory. But you know him like the back of your hand, so why is it necessary for you to memorize this all over again? You don’t care, though. You can feel the tequila softly buzzing in your stomach, the sensation both warm and nauseating as you keep your eyes on Nick.
Your lips part slightly as you’re readying to say something, but the words die on your tongue when you see Nick’s gaze quickly dart down to your mouth. He lingers there for one second, two, three—
A hint of movement catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn your head to look that way, and your heart squeezes at the sight of Dakota entering the bar. You stop breathing as you watch him look around before catching sight of you on the opposite end of the building. He starts making his way towards you.
“N-Nick, he’s here,” you whisper. You look back at Nick to see him already following Dakota’s movements. His eyes are cold and swirling with malice. “Nicky—“
“I see him.”
Nick’s tone is flat when he speaks. He slips his hand into yours without looking away from Dakota. He gives a gentle squeeze, and you’re suddenly dizzy.
And just like that, Dakota is finally here, only a few feet away from you and Nick. His eyes drag across all of your friends before stopping on you. And where you’re still holding hands with your best friend. The sight makes Dakota snort.
“Come on, man, holding hands with my girl the moment I show up?” Dakota tsks at Nick. “That’s pretty bold, don’t you think?”
Nick says nothing. You can feel the tension growing between him and Dakota, and you know you need to stamp it out before either of them make a move.
You release your hand from Nick’s grip, then hesitantly approach your boyfriend. The rest of your friends have paused their game and are all watching Dakota closely and carefully, waiting for him to step out of line. And just by looking at him you can’t tell if he’s intimidated by their presence or not. His face is vacant of all emotion and his eyes look hollow.
With a light hand on his arm, you guide Dakota over to the table you had previously been sitting at. You both take a seat, and you chance a look over at Nick, hoping to feel a little surer in this moment.
And there he is, watching from his spot against the wall, hidden at Dakota’s back so he won’t be seen.
You give him a tiny smile before you’re turning your attention to the man sitting across from you at the circular wooden table.
“What are you doing, inviting me here?” Dakota asks bitterly before you have a chance to speak. “If you wanted to hang out we coulda stayed at your place or something.”
His words feel harsh as you process them. It’s almost painful to witness, the way he seems so bored and angry simultaneously. But you try not to let any of it bother you.
“I wanted to be with my other friends too,” you explain simply. “My apartment is too small to fit all of us.”
Dakota considers your response for just a moment before he shrugs. Then he’s fixing his dull eyes on you, and your anxiety is spiking from the way he’s looking at you. You’re growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and you need to get this over and done with.
“Dakota, look, I-I invited you tonight because…”
You trail off as you anxiously look around the room. That is, until you find yourself staring at Nick from where he’s still leaning against the wall. But he isn’t watching you at this very moment. Instead, you watch as he laughs and smiles at something one of the guys must have said. The warmth that radiates from him calms you down enough to get through this.
“I invited you because I have something I wanted to tell you.”
There’s a flash of panic in Dakota’s eyes, but it quickly vanishes when he gazes at you expectantly.
Deep breath in.
And out.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
Dakota doesn’t react at first. You feel your heart pounding inside your chest, beating faster and faster as the silence between you stretches on. You look back over at your friends and see Nick still isn’t watching your interaction with Dakota. At least not until Jolly catches your eye and immediately alerts Nick, who whips around. Your friends all gather to watch Dakota’s reaction.
“You’re breaking up with me?”
Dakota’s voice is dangerously low. It has your racing heart skyrocket into your throat, and you wish you could just shrink and disappear.
You gnaw on your lip before saying in a quiet tone, “Uh, y-yeah. I’m breaking up with you.”
His following laugh sends a leaden spike through your chest. It’s nauseating to hear that bitter and awful laugh resonate in your ears, even though you’ve heard it countless times throughout the years. But it still has you reacting the same: curling in on yourself as you fight back the impending doom of tears.
“God, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Dakota chortles, a sinister grin on his face. “Is this because of the texts you saw? The texts you took out of context? Jesus, babe, I told you I was sorry, didn’t I? It’s pathetic for you to act like this after I apologized.”
Your eyes are burning with unshed tears.
You don’t respond.
He laughs again.
“I told you I’m sorry,” he continues. “And you still have the audacity to break up with me. How long have we been together, by the way? This has never happened before and yet you want to end things between us when you know I love you. I’ve been by your side since high school but you think a couple of texts will be the deciding factor—“
Yeah, this was an awful idea, you think to yourself as you tune out Dakota’s voice. This was such a bad idea.
A few tears have fallen since he started talking. Each word is laced with venom and manipulation and you can practically hear your heart giving in to the gaslighting you have suffered from for so long. Tonight could not have gone any worse.
But then there’s someone stepping in between yours and Dakota’s chairs. You blink away your tears and look up to see Nick standing there. Relief begins filtering into your veins at his sudden intervention. And you can’t help but inch closer to him.
“Alright, that’s enough. You need to leave,” Nick says to Dakota.
“Leave? Nah, I’m not going anywhere until my girlfriend is coming home with me,” Dakota counters as he stands from his own chair.
“Did you miss the part where she dumped you?” Nick fires back.
Dakota scoffs. “She didn’t mean that. Did you, babe?”
You cringe at the pet name, the sound of it rolling off of Dakota’s tongue like gravel against your senses. And yet, part of you wants to acknowledge and agree with him. Because surely you didn’t really mean what you said about breaking up with him. Right?
But you did. You truly, wholeheartedly meant it.
You stay quiet.
“I think she meant it, man,” Nick says. He reaches behind until his hand collides with your head, and he blindly cradles the back of your skull. “Which means you need to leave before you cause a scene.”
“I said I’m not leaving without her,” Dakota spits. His voice is rising in volume, and, looking around Nick, you see all of your friends have abandoned the pool game completely and are watching this play out. They all look royally pissed off. “So why don’t you step aside and let me take her home, and we won’t cause a fucking scene.”
“No. She’s not going anywhere with you.”
Dakota takes a half step closer to Nick. However, you also watch as Noah and Matt move in a little closer as well.
“Yeah? Then why doesn’t she tell me herself, dick?”
You don’t like how Dakota is talking to Nick. The anger and resentment you have felt for so long is finally all bubbling to the surface. You can’t take the berating and obvious jealousy that is permeating from Dakota. So you get to your feet from behind Nick, thus catching the eyes of all involved parties. You straighten your spine as you press yourself into Nick. His hand slides down to the small of your back.
“I’m not going anywhere with you ever again, Dakota,” you state, swallowing back the tears stinging your eyes and throat. “I meant what I said. We’re done.”
Dakota’s face contorts with rage. He makes a move towards Nick but Noah and Matt are already right behind him. You see him glare at Nick for a few prolonged seconds before he’s turning his fiery gaze onto you.
Dakota doesn’t stay much longer after that. With the presence of Noah and Matt looming over him he finally backs away. But he doesn’t leave without at least one more attempt at a scathing remark.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he barks at you. “You just wanted me gone so you’d have an excuse to fuck these assholes, huh? Well, don’t come crying back to me when they can’t satisfy you like you know only I can.”
Nick is the one to make a move forward then, and he only stops when you tug on his arm with both of your hands. His face is a steel canvas of rage as he stares down Dakota. Thankfully, Noah is the one to say something before anyone could throw a punch.
“Get the fuck out of here, dude,” he tells Dakota. “This is just getting pathetic.”
Dakota looks somewhat taken aback by Noah’s words, but he does listen. He takes one more look at all of your friends, spits on the floor, and stomps out of the bar.
Once Dakota has disappeared beyond the entrance to the bar, it’s almost like your heart gives out. The once rampant beating of the muscle is suddenly sluggish and near non-existent as you finally begin shaking from beside Nick. Tears are now steadily streaming down your cheeks and your lungs feel shriveled from inside the confines of your chest. At the quiet sound of you wheezing Nick turns to you.
Your vision is blurry from tears but you feel the warmth of Nick’s hands cradling either side of your face. His thumbs swipe gently at your cheekbones, your own hands clutching at his wrists.
“Honeybee.” Nick’s breath ghosts over your face. “Hey, I need you to look at me.”
It’s a struggle at first but you’re able to blink away the tears clinging to your eyelashes so you can look at your best friend. And there he is, his pale eyes staring back at you with a glaze of worry covering them.
“Oh, there she is,” he says softly. “How are you feeling? You okay?”
You blink a couple more times before you respond.
“I-I’m okay,” you tell him honestly.
“You sure?”
You nod. “Yeah. It’s just … a lot to process at the moment,” you say with a halfhearted chuckle.
Nick huffs out a laugh. His breath is tickling your chin and that dizzying feeling from earlier is settling in again. You feel as light as a feather as you stare back at Nick; your head is spinning, but not in a bad way you suppose. It’s just different.
The two of you remain in silence for a bit longer. You can tell that you’ve finished crying for the time being, and you hardly think about how much of a mess you must look to the bar’s other patrons. There’s little time to think when Nick is still stroking your face with a delicate touch and successfully distracting you from any other disruption.
You’re sure he could feel this weight lifting off of your shoulders.
You lean forward to rest your forehead against Nick’s. At the contact you hear him sigh quietly. You’re still shaking as you remain in that position for a bit longer.
But your heart is suddenly racing again and you don’t understand why. And Nick’s hands are burning your flesh like brands with the way he is holding your face so delicately. You can feel a panic attack approaching for no apparent reason, but the tequila in your digestive tract feels warm and bubbly and distracts you from the panic and anxiety you’re experiencing.
Now, you think you may be slightly delirious. Especially with the way you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from Nick’s lips and the way they’re open partially as he relishes in the quiet between you. But you are going to let yourself indulge in the delirium for a moment more.
With your thumbs grazing his pulse point at his wrists, you lean further into Nick. You see his eyes fly open when you are but a fraction of an inch away from connecting your mouths. His breath is scalding hot.
If either of you spoke your lips would meet, and that prospect has the delirium making your head hazy. And you don’t see the harm in it as you close the minute distance.
Nick doesn’t react right away. But then you’re pressing your body into his and your hands are journeying down to his elbows and he just can’t help himself.
You weren’t expecting this ravenous side of your best friend, but you can’t deny you like it. Because god, you fucking love the sensation of his lips against yours and the way his grip on your face tightens. You love the graze of his stubble rubbing into your chin and how addictive the taste of him is.
But then, as fast as it started, it’s ending. Nick pulls away from you very slowly, his breathing heavy.
“Honeybee, I…”
You impatiently wait for him to go on.
“I don’t think we should do this right now,” he finally tells you with a reverent voice. Like you’re the only two people in this entire bar.
“Why?” you counter just as softly.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“But Nicky—“
“No. As much—“ Tears are pricking your eyes once more at the sudden hardening of Nick’s voice, though it remains quiet. “As much as I want to, we can’t, okay? At least not right now. I’m not gonna take advantage of you like that.”
Your heart is shattering for the second time in the span of an hour. You didn’t think any form of rejection from Nick would hurt so bad. But you’re suffering more than you would have ever anticipated.
“Honeybee, please,” Nick continues. The hardness has left his voice, and has been replaced by something akin to pleading. “I need you to understand that I want to keep doing this. I want to fix everything that Dakota broke. But you need time to heal and time to recover from what he did to you. I’ll help you in whatever ways I can, but not like this. Not yet. Okay?”
A few tears escape your eyes. And Nick immediately wipes them away.
You feel awful. Why did you kiss him? Why did you kiss your best friend right after breaking up with your long term boyfriend? That was the worst possible thing you could have done.
But you wanted to. You can’t get over just how badly you had wanted to do so. It was so visceral and so overwhelming, you had needed to act on it.
And yet, you know Nick is right. You can’t do this right now. You need to heal and fix what is damaged because of Dakota. There is much to do after so many years of being with him, but you know Nick is always going to be there for you no matter what. The thought has a wave of relief overtaking you.
“Okay,” you whisper.
“Okay. Let’s get you home now.”
So you let Nick take you home. But not before each and every one of your friends embraces you in individual hugs and showering you with praise on how brave and strong you are for leaving Dakota. Their words fill your heart with love and gratitude.
You settle into the passenger seat of Nick’s car and watch the scenery pass by through the window. Your eyes flutter shut at some point, exhaustion creeping in after such a harrowing evening.
Then, some time later, you wake up to find yourself curled up in bed. Your bedroom door is ajar, and there’s light and sound coming from the living room. You don’t have to guess in order to know who’s in your apartment with you. A soft smile graces your face.
You’re able to turn over and go back to sleep with the reminder of Nick watching over and protecting you.
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The Sound Of The Waves Collide - Nick x Noah
Paring: Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo
Warnings: Non-penetrative intercourse, swearing, technically unprotected sex
Word Count: 4k
Set after Remember Where We Started Out
His thumb draws soothing circles across the back of Noah’s. He feels his eyes fall shut at the feeling. Nick’s been so patient with him, and Noah’s more than grateful for it.
He can’t stop thinking about it. Before them – before he got involved with Nick and his girlfriend – this was never something that had even crossed his mind. There have been a lot of firsts, new experiences since then.
The first hurdle had been to accept that he was interested in another man – one that he has been friends with for what feels like aeons at that. It’s taken him quite a bit of time to admit that he feels that way, especially considering that Nick has been with the same girl for almost as long as he’s known him. But they’ve both been so patient with him.
He’d let Nick touch him a few times already, but it’s never gone further than handjobs while they’d all been pressed up against each other. Noah’s never been alone with Nick like he has with her. Not that he doesn’t want to, his mind swims with need every time he thinks about it. But before he gets to act on it, his mind snaps shut, and really he wouldn’t blame Nick if he’s starting to doubt this whole thing.
He shivers when a hand draws across the back of his neck. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s Nick.
“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?”
The pet name still sends his mind reeling, even when they both use it so frequently. It had been a joke at some point, and he doesn’t know when they’ve started to use it in earnest.
“Hm?”
“You’re quiet, even for your standards.” His fingers twirl a stray piece of hair around them, “Talk to me.”
Noah thinks for a moment. He needs to talk to them, and especially to Nick, at some point.
“Sit with me?”
The other slides onto the sofa next to him, “Go on.”
He’s never been particularly good with this stuff, and it feels even worse now.
Nick's body is turned entirely towards him, and his entire attention is on Noah in that oddly comforting way. It would unnerve him with other people when Nick is this focused on him, it makes him feel at ease.
“I’m all ears.”
He draws in a breath, but it does little to calm his mind. Noah knows that no matter what he’ll say, Nick will understand, he always does.
“I was thinking about how much you do for me and how I never – you know…” he hopes that the thinly veiled allusion will suffice.
It won’t, Nick has been trying to get him to actually ask for the things he wants instead of hoping that they will just be able to read his mind.
Nick doesn’t say anything and instead just gives him a pointed look.
“Saturday? When you…when you got me off?” he chokes the words out, “I want to repay the favour. I just don’t know what I’m doing.”
Noah feels the other's eyes burning into him, “First of all I need you to stop thinking of it as repaying a favour. You’re not doing me a favour – at least I hope that’s not how you think about it.” Noah is quick to shake his head, “Good. I know for sure that you have at least some idea of what you could do.”
His hands wring together, trying to combat the anxiety firing through his brain. Noah tries to keep himself focused on how good Nick made him feel and how badly he wanted and still wants to see that same expression on him.
Nick wordlessly reaches across to take Noah's hands into his, “You know that you don’t have to be nervous, right? This isn't so different from what you do with her. And you should know well enough by now that if you ever need to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
His thumb draws soothing circles across the back of Noah’s. He feels his eyes fall shut at the feeling. Nick’s been so patient with him, and Noah’s more than grateful for it.
And so he gathers his wits.
“Can you walk me through it?”
“What part of it, you’ll have to be a bit more precise.”
Damn Nick and his insistence on communicating.
He doesn’t know why this is what he is craving. He’s watched her go down on Nick a good few times now, always with his hands somewhere on their bodies. And maybe he thought about it just as many times.
Nick gives his hands another squeeze in silent reassurance, but words just won’t come. He can practically feel himself seizing up again. But Nick doesn’t detach himself, like he previously had — he doesn’t give him space this time. Instead, he feels a warm hand against the side of his face, finger burrowing into his hair as he’s gently steered to face the other man.
The expression on Nick's face dances somewhere between worried and something softer.
“You know me, Noah. I’m not some guy from a bar.”
Maybe that’s exactly the reason, Noah thinks then. He knows Nick, and he cares enough for him to worry that he won’t like what Noah has to offer.
He blinks up at Nick.
This they’ve done. Always in the middle of it, when his mind was occupied with the hands that seemed to explore every inch of his body, but never like this. This time, it doesn’t stop Noah from surging forward to press his lips against Nicks. The other hesitates for a moment, stalls, before he returns the kiss. They move at a snail's pace. Lips moving languidly against each other. Noah dares to tear one of his hands away from Nick and places it where he would against her body.
He knows how to make her head swim when they make out, this can’t be too different. Nick lets him set the pace, waits until Noah pulls him in even deeper before he parts his lips. He knows what to expect here, the slow draw of tongue against his lower lip asking for entry and the weight in his chest that always follows.
Nick's free hand feels heavy against his thigh. Its weight is comforting, and Noah lets himself sink into the touch.
He leans backwards, pulling Nick with him. The hand that had been heavy against his thigh comes to prop Nick's body up. He dips back down to kiss Noah again, just a quick peck before his lips find his neck. The feeling of Nicks teeth grazing against his neck fills his head with cotton. And when he soothes the gentle sting with a brush of his tongue, Noah lets his eyes fall shut.
“You’re doing so good.” Nick speaks against his neck, before he kisses the heated skin again.
The praise sinks into him and settles in his belly with a warmth he hasn’t felt before. But it feels good. It feels good in the same way their hands feel good when they trace all over him.
Nicks hands slithers under his shirt. His fingers are soft against his skin. They’re both so gentle with him. Most of his previous encounters have been rushed, and usually he’s been the one administering pleasure. Being in this position is just as new to him as most experiences of the recent months. Maybe he likes this a little more than he’d previously thought.
“Hey.” Nick pinches his side just enough to draw him out of his thoughts again, “Everything good?”
Noah nods, fully knowing that Nick will want him to speak.
“Yes.” He corrects himself, “Just—what you said…”
Nick surveys him for a moment. The look weighs heavily on him. Nick doesn’t say anything, but something tells him that this particular bit of information is stored somewhere in Nick’s brain for an opportune moment down the line. The hand that is still resting against his side pushes further upwards. He feels caught in the headlights as Nick is still entirely focused on him. He’s subjected partners to his kind of attention before. To be at the receiving end of it is more intense than he had anticipated.
“Take this off?” Nick asks softly as he moves the fabric up even farther.
He sits up a little, allowing Nick to remove the offending garment. While he’s at it, Nick removes his own shirt, tossing both of them towards the armchair behind Noah's head. Nick is back on him in an instant. It’s a little dizzying, and he feels himself gasp when Nick kisses at the joint of his neck and shoulder. He basks in the attention, in the way Nick’s fingers dance across his bare skin. There’ll be plenty of marks littering his skin, even with the ink that covers it. The only other person that will see them will be the opposite of offended, he’s sure of that.
“Look at you, being so good for me. Think you can do something for me?”
Noah finds himself nodding, despite the bubbling nerves in his chest. He thinks, that they’re the good kind, though. Anticipation – the kind that will make the pay-off so much better.
“Think you can trust me for a bit? You can always tap out, but I think you want me to take the lead, is that right?”
“Please.” Noah has never known himself to sound so desperate, but it snakes through him at that moment, winds itself around his spine, “Nick.”
There’s a little quirk in the other's brow before he breaks into a smile, “That’s what I thought. Do you want to stay here or do you want to go upstairs?”
Noah contemplates for second. The sanctity of the bedroom would offer them more privacy compared to the living room, but if they move now, the bubble could pop and he might lose his bravery.
“Can we stay here?”
Nick’s face softens, “Of course. It’s all your choice.”
He nods, “I want to stay here.”
He seems to be satisfied with that “Good.” he pauses for a moment, still regarding him intently, “Good to go on?”
“Yes.”
Nick leans down to kiss him again, gently this time. It’s slow at first, but before he knows it, Nick's tongue is in his mouth. Noah lets his mind draw blank, allows himself to sink into the feeling. His hand finds the back of Nick's neck. He has to keep him close, keep him attached like this. He feels it then, Nick's thigh between his, pressing upwards until – he gasps into the other's mouth. Noah doesn’t know how he hasn’t been aware of just how hard he’s been this entire time. It’s almost painful now that he’s paying attention to it. Nick shifts his attention back to his neck, this time littering the opposite side with the same depth of bruises.
He tries to keep track of where he is moving, but his head is too full already. Lips seal around a nipple, before tongue then teeth graze across it. His mind feels as if it’s been set on fire. He’s hyper aware of every movement Nick makes, but at the same time his brain struggles to keep up with the sensations. Fingers skate across his abdomen, much like they had done the weekend prior. He knows where they’re headed, it still catches him off guard when he feels Nicks hand dip into the waistband of his sweats.
He’s so intensely aware of the difference in their touch. They’re both gentle when they touch him, but he’d come to find that he enjoys the roughness that comes with Nicks hands just as much as he likes the scrape of her nails.
Noah forces his eyes open. He has to see him, has to see how Nick continues to descend down his torso to kiss at the skin of his stomach. Nick looks up at him just then and it shakes him to the core. The emotion on the other's face is clear. The warmth – the love is unmistakable. And the feeling chokes up in his throat for a moment, before something settles in him. Maybe he’s known it for a while. But then again, he’s never been that good at admitting his feelings – even to himself.
“How are you feeling?” Nick asks quietly, barely lifting himself up.
“Good.”
“Still good to go on?”
He nods and for once Nick lets it slip.
He presses a kiss to Noah’s waist, right about the line of his sweatpants, “Can I take these off too?”
Noah lifts his hips automatically. The response seems to be good enough for Nick, as he slowly tugs both his sweats and his underwear downwards. They’ve been naked in front of each other often enough, and really Nick has seen him in much more vulnerable positions before. Noah lets out a gasp when the head of his cock slaps against his belly. He watches as Nick carefully places the garments on the other end of the sofa, before he strips down to his own underwear. There’s a very obvious bulge in the fabric, and Noah tries for a very brief moment to stop himself from reaching out. The little restraint he has snaps quickly, though, and he finds himself reaching for the others' waist. He lingers there for a moment, feels the warm skin beneath his fingers. He can feel the heavy weight of Nick's eyes on him as his hand slowly drifts across his stomach and then lower – lower.
Nick draws in a sharp breath when he makes contact. It’s familiar enough, Noah thinks. He lets the backs of his fingers graze across the taut fabric. His curiosity gets the better of him and palms across Nicks cock. He’s seen him bare before, but he’s never had the guts to actually touch him. He feels large beneath his hand. Noah doesn’t know why he’s surprised, he watched Nick fuck her often enough, he’s seen how pretty she stretches around him, heard how sweetly she moans for him. It shouldn’t surprise him.
“You can take it out.” Nick encourages.
The choice of words makes him shiver a little. He doesn’t understand how Nick remains so calm when he feels as if his entire body is heating up to impossible temperatures.
Nick takes the choice from him and maybe Noah is a little thankful for that.
He tugs the boxers from his lean hips. The shift is slow enough so that it doesn’t jostle Noah too much. He’s transfixed, eyes glued to the sight in front of him. Nick comes back to kneel on the sofa in front of him. He shifts for a moment, and then he reaches for Noah's hand. Nick presses a brief kiss to his palm before he guides him down to his cock. He wraps their joined hands around himself, Noah’s palm directly touching him. He lets them rest for a second.
It’s odd. The soft skin feels familiar enough, but touching someone else like this is new. Noah tries to move his hand and Nick lets him. He keeps his hand around him for a couple of strokes.
“Get your palm wet for me.” Nick speaks coarsely.
This he knows.
Noah pulls his hand away from Nick just long enough for him to spit into his palm. He keeps his strokes slow, trying to savour the moment as best as he can. He knows that the slow movements are so far from enough. Nick had him in a similar position just a few days back. This is different, though. It’s less teasing and more exploratory as he lets himself get used to this. He chances a look up at Nick’s face. His lower lip is pulled between his teeth as he watches Noah’s every move.
“Is it good?” Noah asks quietly, not really trusting his voice.
Nick finds his face, his eyes low and darkened. The look pierces through him, makes him shiver with anticipation.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So very good.” he sounds so breathless already.
Noah tries to memorise the way he looks at that moment. The glazed over look, the hitched breathing. This is his doing. Noah is making him feel this good. He’s leaking profusely, not that Noah is any better off himself. The slick of his precum eases the slide of Noah's hand along his shaft. His hips stutter forwards, meeting Noah’s still slow strokes.
Nick lets him work for a few more minutes, before he grasps Noah’s wrist. With a gentle push, he has Noah back against the cushions.
“Do you think you’re feeling up for it today?” he asks, brows furrowing as if he’s trying to read Noah’s mind.
He truly doesn’t know if he is up for that. The act itself is already somewhat intimidating, and the size of Nick’s cock doesn’t exactly help. Seeing it up close like this at least explains the sounds she makes when Nick fucks her.
“We don’t have to. I want you to enjoy it. If you’re all tense, it won’t be good.” His hand comes to rest against Noah’s waist, his thumb gently worrying against the tattooed skin, “And you’ve already been so good for me. Think you’re due for a treat.”
Noah gets the feeling that this is far from the first time that Nick has done this. He seems a little too calm, too practiced to sell this as a new thing for him. In a way, he is glad that he has Nick to lean on for this, but a small voice in the back of his head wants to curse everyone that came before him.
The brush of Nick’s thigh against his draws him back to the present. Noah feels Nick shift so that he’s resting half-way above him, one thigh firmly between his. With the way Nick is positioned above him Noah feels small, but not in the way he’s felt small before. It’s safe, comfortable. He’s safe.
He doesn’t know what comes next until he feels Nick’s hand wrapping around his own shaft. He gives a few too dry strokes before — Noah has to look down to where they’re meeting to fully understand what’s happening. Nick is holding both of them in one hand. It’s a stretch, but his hand just curls around them. Nick holds them like this for a moment, before he gives a first gentle thrust. Noah digs his fingers into the velvet cushion of the sofa. The tight clutch of Nick’s hand around them, the brush of his cock against Noah's.
It’s almost too much right from the start.
He can’t stop his hips from bucking up against Nicks. His head tips back against the armrest. If he keeps looking at Nick or where he’s holding them together, he’ll lose it sooner than he wants to. Nick leans down to kiss him again. Instead of the previous slow kisses, it’s rushed this time. All desperate teeth and tongue. Noah tries to keep him close, buries his hand in the hair at the back of his head.
Nick gasps against his lips.
His kiss migrates back to his neck. Noah can feel every puff of air against his heated skin. He wants to hide in the crook of his neck, hide himself from the world as Nick keeps working them. It builds up slowly at first. A crawl that draws up the length of his spine. And when it reaches the back of his neck, it sends his head down a delirious spiral.
The slide of his hand along their cocks is slicked with both of them. The sound of it reaches his ears even through the static buzzing throughout his mind. He doesn’t know where one of them ends and the other begins. All he can do now is grip onto Nick’s shoulder as best as he can, while the constant rise of pleasure in his belly threatens to overwhelm him. He feels dizzy. The room around him feels washed out. The only thing that will come into focus is the edge of Nick’s shoulder right in front of him.
Noah can faintly feel Nick moving against him, but it all feels so hazy. Every touch feels fuzzy and out of focus, but at the same time he’s never been more aware of every sensation that courses through him. The hand that’s been holding them together, comes to rest against the side of his face. Nick pulls him towards his lips. There’s a smear of something against his cheek, but before he can put too much thought into it, Nick is kissing him again.
Nick’s rhythm grows more and more unsteady with every miniscule movement. And only when he strains his mind, does Noah realise that the other is fully resting against him now. The slow, desperate grind of his hips makes him think that Nick is getting closer to his end. Noah feels his fingers dig into Nick’s shoulder. His own end is approaching rapidly now.
And when Nick pulls away from his lips only to fix him with that heated look, the knot feels so much tighter suddenly.
“You’re right there, aren’t you?” the words come out more like a moan, and it makes Noah buck up against him.
The hand on his face returns down below again. It’s unsteady and quick, rushing to get him over the edge. He’s teetering right there on the edge, one step away from falling into that abyss.
“Come on, be good for me. Just like that.” his words stoke the flames even further, “Oh f-fuck–” the words tear off into a breathless gasp.
His vision whites out for a moment.
Every muscle in his body tenses up, pulling him taught as a string as his pleasure unravels. And it won’t stop. The waves keep crashing over him, pulling him under and pushing him back up to the surface. Nick works him through it, keeps him at that overwhelming level of pleasure until it does become too much. He pushes at Nick’s hand.
He pulls away, but remains leaning over him for a moment longer. Noah feels his chest heave against his own. The heavy, heaving breaths he draws in fan out against the skin of his shoulder.
The moment until Nick sits up feels endless and not long enough at the same time. He wants him this close all the time, as selfish as that feels.
“How are you feeling?” his hands come to rest against the sides of his chest again.
He can’t stop the little laugh that breaks from him then. Now that it’s done, he doesn’t know why he’s been so hesitant.
“Good. It was good.”
“Just good?”
Everything still feels a little fuzzy, as if he still isn’t entirely back in his own mind. He feels as if he’s floating several inches above himself, watching as Nick licks up the little bit of their release that stains the side of his hand.
“It’s a lot. I know.” Nick soothes, “Take your time.”
Noah barely registers how he reaches for the tissue box on the little end table or how Nick cleans the residue from his skin. By the time he’s back from the kitchen with a bottle of water, he feels a little more settled in himself again.
“It was more than good.” he says, sounding a little weaker than he had hoped.
“I know. You didn’t see how blissed out you looked when you came.” he breaks into a smile that fills Noah with a fondness that he doesn’t know from himself, “Do you want to go get a shower? We should get cleaned up before she gets home.”
He finally finds the words when they’re drying off again. It’s not an I love you, but it’s close enough. And the genuine warmth that Nick radiates back at him tells him that he understands what he’s trying to say with his fumbled admission. They’ve known each other long enough. And as much as he liked being Nick’s friend, knowing that these two people care so much for him that they’re willing to change the rules of their own relationship makes his heart swell a little more than he’s willing to admit right now. But there’s always time for that.
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Delicate Beginning Rush
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader
masterlist: here | crossposted; ao3 | word count: 4.8k
warnings: alcohol, fluff??? who am i ????¿, shy nerdy nicholas, awkward fumbling drunk sex, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation, nick has a big massive fat-, cum play ??, subby nick if you squint, reader doesn’t know anything about star wars / pop culture ? lol, au; college omens, 18+ MDNI
summary; your friend drags you to a house party you never wanted to be at but end up being grateful when a cute shy boy changes the course of your night
a/n: this is a work of fiction, don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
Around you rages a random college house party that your roommate dragged you to. The house itself was huge and almost dollhouse-like. You weren’t sure who’s party it was or who all lived there, all you did know was that your friend was on a mission. You’ve met the group of boys your friend was interested in a couple times. She’s been trying to get with one… or two of them? You aren’t quite sure anymore. But they were some boys from your English class that happened to be in a band – at least that’s what you’d gathered with various random study dates with them. They were chill, but you could tell that they were mostly interested in your roommate. At least that’s what it seemed like, with the way they’d usually only pay mind to her while you’d be working on assignments.
But now, you sit on the kitchen counter of this giant house with a raven-haired tattooed boy standing between your legs. You both are tipsy, giggly messes.
Your hands intertwined with his and playfully sway back and forth at his sides; the warm alcohol running through your veins makes you both more touchy-feely than normal. The drink coats your body in a tingly warmth.
“How come I didn’t know you were so funny huh?” You nudge his shoulder with the right set of your connected hands. Your fingers slip from the hold and brings the plastic cup full of neon blue to your lips. You take a sip looking up at him through glassy eyes over the white ridge of the cup. The sickeningly sweet beverage burns your throat with at least 3 different liquors mixed.
His tan cheeks are tinted peachy pink from the alcohol and a sweet smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t know.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t really talk much I guess.”
Which was true. Now thinking about it, in all your group hangouts he was mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to. The other three boys were loud and quite talkative. Especially the two your roommate was pining after, both with long hair and one with an accent. It really depended on the day which she was leaning towards more. Tonight, it was Jolly, the one with the accent.
“Yeah, I noticed that.” You say softly, “But you seem much more talkative now with some of…” You hold up the horrid concoction you were given, “Whatever this is.”
He smiles, “Yeah, I guess it helps me out of my shell a little.”
It seemed to help him out of his shell a lot, with him talking to you for the past hour and making you laugh harder than you had in a while. You barely even knew what his voice sounded like before tonight. But you found that you really enjoyed it, it was deep and raspy but upticks when he’s excited about something. It swirls a flurry of butterflies in your tummy that you write off as just the alcohol’s doing.
“Well, I quite like you out of your shell Nicholas.” You beam sitting up. One arm wrapping around your own midsection and the other feeding more sips of drink to your mouth. You find the edges of your lips curling at how the blue liquid tinted the inside of his lips. You wonder if the stain on his mouth tastes just as sweet as the drink.
A blush coats his cheeks, and his eyes fall to his cup, “Oh, you can call me Nick.”
“Alright, Nick.” You grin and take the last sip of your drink. “You know it’s awfully loud in here.” You use a tried-and-true line.
“Oh, well, we could um,” He knocks back the last of his own drink. “We could go up to my room?” He offers kindly.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
“Sure, I think that’s a great idea.”
You hop off the counter and he takes your hand, weaving you through the crowded party and up the stairs. He pulls you into his room, the second door to the right. The room was cleaner and more decorated than you’d expect from a random college boy.
Your eyes wander across the shelves of figurines, books, and posters on the walls. It was all quite… “nerdy”, the only thing you could really recognize was Star Wars while the rest just seemed like miscellaneous anime memorabilia. It didn’t make it any less pretty or interesting, quite the opposite, you were awestruck.
Another wall was covered in framed records that hung above a bookshelf filled with vinyls and topped with a record player. Your gaze flows down to where propped guitars litter the floor.
“It’s lame I know.” He scratches the back of his neck with a subtle embarrassment on his face.
The mandatory college boy light strips around the room were set to purple and moving the light in a pattern – alternating between blocks of bright violent and dim violet. Your eyes followed the blocks as they trailed along the ceiling. The light strips and a warm yellow lamp on his night were the only sources of illumination.
“No, no.” Your eyes finally land on Nick again. “I think it’s really cool.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, it’s definitely not that.”
“Most boys’ rooms are bare with a mattress on the floor. Your room is so full of personality… and you have a bed frame.” You laugh. “It’s cool. I promise.”
The more you looked at his personality-filled room, the more you wondered how he kept all of this contained. You would’ve never guessed this is what his room would look like. But you sure were happy you were found out.
“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He says and sort of shifts on his heels. He picks up some random fidget toy and begins playing with it, it’s obvious he’s a little nervous.
You carefully sat on the bed, making sure not to disrupt the nicely made sheets.
“I don’t know anything about that stuff.” You say naively. You’ve been around enough nerdy boys to know that always gets them going.
“Of what? Star Wars?” His glassy eyes grow wide and shocked.
You giggle at his reaction, “Yeah, any of it really. Like all this stuff in here. Except the music, obviously.”
“No way.” He scoffs. “There’s no way you’ve never even seen one Star Wars movie?”
“Nope.” You lift your shoulders to a shrug, “But I’m sure you’re about to tell me about it.”
“Well, I mean, it’s only my civil duty to inform you about them.” The edge of his mouth pulls into a playful grin.
You bite down on your lip to stifle another liquor-soaked giggle. “Alright. Well, let’s hear it then.”
The way the corners of his lips curl directly into his cheekbones is so adorable you don’t even mind that he’s derailed your mission of hooking up. You pull yourself further back into his bed making room for him.
“Okay, so.” He says excitedly with an uptick in his voice and scrambles to sit next to you on the bed. He takes an inhale before beginning to speak, almost like he doesn’t even know where to start.
Even though you were originally in this for something completely different, now you don’t mind just sitting here and listening to him excitedly talk about … whatever he’s talking about.
You let him drunkenly ramble without interrupting him, nodding at any points he was making. He lost you fairly early on, when he started to explain how the movies are chronologically not in order or something along those lines. But that didn’t stop you from just listening to him speak or admire how animated he got with his hands while explaining things.
He was just so cute – the way when he smiled, really smiled, it lit up his whole face. This smile reached his eyes, lighting them up with so much life. This was the first time you really noticed his eyes, with the purple lights reflecting in them you couldn’t even tell what color they truly were – they looked grey, then blue, then green all at once. When you were really lost in them is when he caught you.
He reeled his arms back to his body, giving you a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk so much.” His gaze fell before bashfully meeting you again.
“No, no, no.” You quickly answer, immediately feeling guilty for not paying enough attention. “I liked listening to you.”
“Oh, you don’t gotta say that.” A light pink coats his cheeks before his eyes fall to his fiddling fingers. “I’m used to it. Most people don’t tend to listen to me anyway.”
Your chest twists at the thought of anyone ever making him feel unheard or ignored.
“Hey, no.” You reach between you and grab his wrist, then meet his eyes. “I was listening to you. I really like hearing you talk. Okay? You can keep going if you want.”
He blushes a little more and gives a small nod. “Okay.”
He continues on some tangent he left hanging, and you return to your place with your chin on your palm supported by an elbow to your knee.
You didn’t lie, you really do like listening to him – you said nothing about understanding anything he said. Especially with how fuzzy your head is right now, you don’t understand a single word he’s saying. All you can pay attention to is the smooth waves of his cadence and his adorable mannerisms.
He pauses and chuckles nervously, “What? Did I lose you again?”
The edges of your lips curl up, and you shake your head.
“No.” You hum and press your lips together as you reach up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I’m just wondering if you tell every girl you bring up here about Star Wars.” You giggle.
He nearly scoffs at even the idea. “No, definitely not.” He reaches up to scratch his arm “Mostly because I never really bring anyone up here. I usually stay here during their parties. They’re not really my thing.” He shrugs and fidgets with his thumbs as he speaks, transfixed on them while occasionally looking up to meet your eyes. “I don’t really like the loud music, or the people… or the alcohol usually. Really none of it is for me.”
“Well, I’m really glad you were down there tonight.” You smile sweetly, just admiring how pretty and delicate he is. You move your hand just a bit forward so that the tips of your fingers interlace with his and lean towards him.
A shy grin spreads across his lips, “Yeah me too.” He replies softly while matching your actions and moving closer to you. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and you can’t help but mirror it. His lips were perfect and plump and all you wanted to do was be on them.
From all the pieces of him you’ve gathered tonight, it’s easy to assume that he’s probably pretty anxious and can’t read social cues that well. So, you decide to spell it out for him.
“I want you to kiss me, Nick.” You breathe into the gap between your lips.
He gives you a quick but urgent nod before softly crashing his lips into yours.
The kiss ignites sparks all over your body, firecrackers exploding within each cell. Your hand finds his cheek to pull him in closer. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you oblige without a second thought.
His tongue hesitantly flicks at yours which begins a playful dance between them. It’s not rough or dominance-seeking, it’s needy and soft.
You tangle both hands into his long long locks and lean back on his bed, pulling him on top of you between your legs without ever breaking the kiss.
He’s so gentle with you. His hands stationed at each end of your body, one soft on your face and the other resting tenderly on your side. His tongue was skillful but mellow, just enjoying the kiss with you. It’s not often a guy wants to take his time and not rush, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he was setting the pace.
It’s exciting and delicious all at once.
Your hand meets his face to bring him even closer before reaching up and tangling your fingers into his dark hair again. His scent fills your nostrils and it’s something woodsy and… spicy? Sweet, but peppery. The smell of his cologne goes straight down between your legs and worsens the throbbing there.
You continue the lazy kissing but take the lead again and slowly guide his hand to your tit, letting him know that it’s okay to touch you. He doesn’t need much convincing; his hand begins needing the soft tissue of your breast over thin t-shirt fabric. His fingertips lightly pinch your pebbled nipple. You can’t help but let out a tiny whine into his mouth.
You’re reminded of just how drunk you are when your numbed fingertips trail down his shirt to his belt and fumble with it. You struggle with the button and the zipper, but you finally reach his hardening cock. He lets out a small groan once you start palming him over his boxers. While you can’t even see it, you can tell it’s big – which surprises you, especially with his shy demeanor and the tight-ass pants he usually wears.
He follows suit, letting his hand trail down your side until it’s between your thighs beneath your skirt, running a finger between your panty-covered lips. You moan into the kiss; you need him like air – more than just his finger over cotton.
Since he seems to base his actions and pace on yours, probably out of courtesy to make sure he’s not crossing any lines, you dip your hand past the wide band of his boxer briefs. His cock is thick and heavy in your hand as you begin pumping him within his boxers.
It works, he dips into your panties and lets his fingers explore you. He rounds your clit nearly causing your entire body to convulse. Then he slowly brings them down to your entrance which makes you immediately roll your hips up towards his hand – your core aching to have something, anything inside you. A louder moan escapes once you feel two fingers slip inside you.
You pump his large member in your hand, and you can feel his pulse in it. The walls around his fingers tighten once he starts rutting into your fist – he needs you just as badly. You break the kiss, and your chests rise and fall rapidly together. He doesn’t pull away, instead, he presses his forehead against yours.
“Jesus fucking christ you’re so fucking big.” You breathe out heavily between you two.
Pink flushes across his cheeks in the cutest way. “Thanks.” He replies shortly almost as if he’s ashamed to receive the compliment.
Your brows knit together and your head tilts to the side. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry if I-”
“No, no, it’s not that it’s just…” He presses his lips together for a moment. “It’s big.”
You chuckle, “I mean yeah, every guy says that right?”
“It’s just… I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He says sheepishly. “If you want to go further that is, of course.”
You watch him with a skeptical gaze trying to analyze his features to see if he’s joking but, he seems serious. Of course, he feels big in your hand, but you don’t have a full gauge of it – you can’t see it. Surely it can’t be that big. He’s probably just exaggerating. Regardless, you find it endearing that he’s so concerned about hurting you.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” You wave off the conversation because you enthusiastically want to get back to the journey you were on before.
His lips urgently find yours again and his fingers continue their plight inside you – two curling right into your sweet spot and his thumb rolling small circles into your swollen clit. You’re grateful for the loud party downstairs that masks some of the noises you’re making.
Your hand works on him at the same pace as his fingers do on you. Deep groans rumble in his chest and in the back of his throat.
Breathlessly, you pull from the kiss looking up at him like he’s a glass of water after a trek through the desert. “Fuck- I” A moan slips from you. “Fuck I need you. I need your cock.”
“Are you sure?” He asks and pulls away, “Because I–“
The pulsing in your core outweighs your patience and you hastily tug down his pants, letting his cock spring out fully.
Your eyes widen at his size. He wasn’t joking - he’s fucking massive. So massive in fact that it almost terrifies you and makes you question if it could even fit inside you. It’s almost as long as your arm and thicker than a can of RedBull.
Nick must’ve picked up on your fear because his cheeks grow rosy in embarrassment. “See. I told you.” He says dishearteningly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to try, I really understand. Just let me eat you instead?”
You blink at him, somewhat taken aback by the whole situation. As much as you wanted to try – and you really wanted to try, the worry of you both being too drunk to properly prep you was imminent and you really didn’t want to risk him hurting you.
“Okay…” You agree timidly. “Sure.”
He smiles seeming happy to just be able to make you feel good regardless. His lips meet yours again and repeat the same soft dance as earlier for a moment before beginning to pepper kisses down your body. First, your neck, giving you open-mouth kisses with an occasional suck. Then, down your torso and tummy until he’s finally between your legs. He swiftly slips your panties off.
His inked fingers help to spread you open, using your own arousal to easily slide between your lips.
“So pretty.” He mumbles before diving in causing an abrupt whine from you at the sudden stimulation.
His lips and tongue work as delicately and meticulously between your folds as they did with your mouth. You could swear his tongue was made of some sort of magic from how good he was making you feel already. His tongue was masterful in how it would flatten and then curve around your swollen clit.
You peer down at him at work, and he was so beautiful, eating you like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. He must’ve felt your gaze on him because he looks up at you with lustful but sweet green-grey eyes. They make your breath hitch in your throat.
It was artistic how he’d move his tongue up and down in swirly wavy patterns serving you a perfect rhythm of stimulation then rest then repeat. Not too fast, not too slow, not too hard, not too light. His tongue was immaculate.
“Fuck Nick,” You groan, letting your head fall harshly back on the pillow and your hand dives into his hair again. “Fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good- Fuck.”
The knot in your tummy grew more with each twist of his tongue and when he started incorporating his fingers again, hitting just the right spot, you knew you were done for.
“God, fuck!” You moan out loudly, tugging at his roots and rutting your hips up into his mouth. The knot threatening to snap at any given flick of his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, Nick, fuck I’m gonna cum!”
He speeds his pace up ever so slightly, not enough to ruin your ride but just enough to push you over the edge. He even lets out a moan against your cunt letting you know that really fucking likes the way you’re reacting to him.
Your grip on his hair is tight and probably painful but the screams that leave your throat distract you from staying gentle. Your legs clamp around his head and your back arches from the bed as you release fully onto him. He groans deeply against you again, seemingly even more turned on than before.
He doesn’t stop, no matter how tight your legs suffocate him or how hard you pull at his hair. He doesn’t stop for a second. His speed is perfect, enough to keep you going but not enough to overstimulate you. He keeps you riding a delicate tightrope, stretching your climax out as far as he can.
Your tummy fills with rampant butterflies and a buzzing spreads across your skin as he gently carries you into another orgasm. Pleasure crashes into you like a tidal wave to shore. Every inch of your body reacts to him, bending to his skillful craft.
Screams erupt from the base of your throat, your body not able to contain the rush of euphoria that he’s sent you into. Your hips rut up into his mouth and your walls spasm around his fingers but he keeps his actions steady and consistent. His fingers curl and thrust into you harmoniously with his tongue, letting you ride out your high on his face.
You pat his head a bit to indicate you were done. He looks up at you so happy, so grateful to serve you. His eyes are bright and full of pride that he was able to make you feel that good.
He pulls away, revealing him working his still-hard cock in his hand. Watching him move his fist up and down his veiny shaft and roll around his head has you buzzing again. He slips his fingers from you and replaces his working hand with the one covered in your juices, using your orgasm as lubricant.
“Fuck.” He mumbles, his eyes still fixated on your dripping cunt.
Your hand slithers down between your legs and use two fingers to spread yourself open for him. His tongue swipes between his lips as you begin playing with yourself – dipping into your entrance to gather some arousal to bring up to your pulsing clit.
You bite down on your bottom lip while his hand speeds up on his member, the sight of it turning you on beyond belief – especially since he was using your slick to work himself. He pumps his member faster and faster, his chest heaving accordingly. You’re both transfixed on each other’s actions, just getting off at the sight of the other fucking themselves.
The head of his cock is so swollen and dark red and leaking precum. It’s massive and could probably fill your entire mouth if you were to suck him off. His hand grows erratic and sloppy as his other keeps him propped up on the bed.
You feel a 3rd climax creeping up on you, filling your bud with nerves begging for relief again. Your free hand slides up your torso to squeeze your breast, watching him start to unravel. Your fingers work precise circles around your nub, occasionally moving down into your entrance. You never knew how powerful it could feel watching a man get off on just the sight of you. You loved the way his eyes tracked your fingers, how they’d widen if you spread your folds for him, how his hand would speed up if you fucked yourself.
“F-fuck.” He mutters, letting himself rest down on his elbow. “Ah-uh- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
He quickly lifts his shirt to reveal his tummy just before milky white ribbons decorate the tattoos there. His eyes flutter close, and his head lulls back as he works every bit of cum out of himself. His lips part slightly, letting delicious groans and whimpers pour from his mouth.
Thankfully, you’re just as close and his moans along with the sight of him coating himself in cum push you over the edge. Flashing white blinds your sight and your thighs clamp around your hand. Your fingers don’t stop moving until his hand does.
You ride out your highs together before your bodies relax back into the bed. You lay there breathless beside him, your chests rising and falling rhythmically. He hadn’t even fucked you but that was still some of the hottest sex you’d ever had. God, his tongue was nothing short of magical.
The silence between you both is awkward but endearing, unfamiliar but delicate. Your tummy fills with fluttering butterflies just at his proximity. Finding a guy who made you feel like this was the last thing you expected to happen tonight.
A chill from the air conditioning reminds you that you’re still bare from the waist down. Strawberry pink flushes your cheeks as you lower your skirt back down. He follows suit and tucks himself back into his boxers.
You nervously chuckle and go to speak but he starts at the same time as you. The blush on your cheek only worsens.
“Oh sorry I-“ You both fumble over each other’s words again.
“You go.” He offers.
“No, no you go.” You reply, motioning for him to speak.
He chuckles with his eyes adverting yours. “Um, sorry if – if, you didn’t want, erm, this.” Referencing his jerking off.
“No – no it was –“
“You just – you sounded so pretty.” He blurts out. “And you tasted so good… I just, got worked up.” His cheeks and the tip of his nose coated in a deep pink. “Sorry.”
You try to keep yourself from smiling too big because you find his embarrassment so cute.
“It’s okay. I liked it.” You reassure, and for some reason, it tints your cheeks too.
“You did?” He asks almost shocked.
“Mhm.” You reply, digging your teeth into your lip and nod. You liked it more than wanted to admit. “A lot.”
“Okay.” He nods bashfully. “I, um, I’m gonna clean up now. Can I get you anything?”
“Hmm, maybe a water when you’re done?”
“Okay.” He sits up a bit. “Um, do you mind just kind of, looking away?”
Your eyes furrow and your head tilts at him in confusion but you comply. “Sure.” You cover your eyes with your hands. “Why am I looking away?” You question, seeing as you just saw a lot of him.
He shifts in the bed, and you hear him slip his shirt off, probably to use it to clean up his mess.
“I don’t know. I just don’t like to be shirtless around people, I guess.” He answers shyly.
“Oh, I’m sure you look good!”
“No.” He scoffs adamantly, “Definitely not.”
“I don’t believe you.” You hum, wiggling a bit while still covering your eyes. “But I’ll take your word for… for now.”
You sense him get off the bed and open some drawers. After a few moments, he lets you know it’s okay to look again. You open your eyes to see that he’s changed into a graphic tee and a pair of shorts that have some kind of wolf design on them. He somehow looks even better than before.
He returns with two bottles of water, one for you and one for him. He shuts the bedroom door so gently like he’s trying not to wake anyone, as if there isn’t a raging party downstairs. He hands you a water bottle before he cracks his own open and takes a gulp.
“Thanks.” You say with a small smile. As you steal your first sip, you take note of his shirt. “Deft-tones?” You sound out the word trying to make out what it means. “Is that a band or something?”
The look that washes over his face as he’s drinking is pure shock and confusion. You may as well have told him you didn’t know who Mickey Mouse was. He abruptly pulls the bottle from his lips with furrowed brows, “You’ve never heard of Deftones?”
You press your lips together and shake your head, “Nope.”
“You’ve never watched Star Wars and you’ve never listened to Deftones? What rock have you been hiding under?” He teases.
“I don’t know, a heavy one I guess.” You giggle and give him a shrug.
“Oh man. If I wasn’t still so drunk right now, I’d play you something.” He laughs and sits on the bed beside you. “But anything I play right now is gonna sound like ass.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.” You smirk and shake your head. You hadn’t heard his band play, but judging by how skilled his fingers were, he had to be good.
“No, no. It’s true. But you’ve gotta let me play something for you sometime.” His grin begins wide then shortens. “If you want that is.”
Right then, you couldn’t imagine anything you wanted more.
“I’d love that.”
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Nicholas Ruffilo would have the softest nicknames for you when y’all are alone :-/ babe is fine and whatever but this man is looking into your soul and saying “hey, petal, you okay?” Pulling you into his lap and saying “I know, honey, I know.” Halfway into putting you through the mattress he’s in your ear whispering “So good for me, such a sweet girl for me.”
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DIVE (Days 1 & 2 of 30 days of Bad Omens) @signs-of-ill-portent
Noah Sebastian x Female Reader
||Sexy time in the pool, fingering, slight voyeurism
word count 1.1k
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Sitting on your sandy beach towel, you watch the Nicks and Jolly sprint into the dark ocean. Yes, sprint. Bad Omens have been on tour for six months straight. Last night they closed their tour by playing in their hometown. Folio insisted on staying one more day to watch the sunrise on the beach.
It’s breathtaking to watch the sun slowly swallow the twilight. You tug at the sleeves of your hoodie as the ocean breeze brushes over you. Never in a million years did you expect to see tough tattooed guys squeal with excitement when their feet touch the icy water. In the short time you have toured with the band as an amateur photographer, you’ve gotten to know the guys pretty well, almost too well.
A soft chuckle fractures your tranquility. “You gonna join them?” Noah yawns sitting next to you. The one thing you have learned from this tour and that Noah is definitely not a morning person.
“Hell no, I’m terrified of the ocean.” You force a laugh. “You never know what might be lurking underneath.”
You playfully shove Noah in the shoulder. At this point, Jolly and the Nicks are waist-deep in the water shoving each other into the waves. Noah starts to ramble about his extraordinary plans for the studio while at home that he has no idea the guys are running full force straight at him. You try to get his attention but it's no use. You jump up from your towel as the guys plow into Noah, soaking wet. Shouts, grumbles, and “Hey I just wanted to give you a hug” spew from the chaotic scene. Your side hurts from laughing so hard that your eyes begin to water. You can’t catch your breath as Noah just glares back at you.
“You're next!” Folio yells. You try to run, but he pulls you into a bear hug. Jolly and Ruffilo stumble into us, causing us all to fall to the ground. We are all a blubbering mess of laughs, jests, and hiccups. When we all finally catch our breath, Noah just stands there rolling his eyes at us. You stick your tongue out at him. This only garners a huff, and Noah stalks away.
Ruffilo pulls you up from the ground, and his hand lingers a little too long. You give Nick a small smile as the other Nick picks up your beach towel. You try to ask for it back, but he insists on carrying it for you. You don’t deserve their kindness, but you are eternally grateful for them.
When we all make it back to the private beach house the sun is hot and bright in the sky. Your eyes widen when you see Noah already in the pool. Water drips from his slicked-back hair and the muscles of his defined arms and back glisten.
“Close your mouth,” Ruffilo whispers into your ear.
“Shut up!” You shove Nick, but you don’t move from your spot. He just rolls his eyes and walks away.
“Dive on in.” Noah beckons from the low end. Bewildered you look down at your feet trying to process his request. You stare at your oversized band tee and soft shorts.
Oh, what the hell, it’s just water right? You muster up the courage and make your way through the gate. Phantom feet carry you to the diving board. You can do this. You can do this! You repeat to yourself.
You take in an audible breath as a dazzling grin spreads across Noah’s face.
Splash!
Instantly ice cold water envelops your body. When you crest the surface you splash water in Noah’s face.
“For fuck’s sake, Noah! It’s freezing!”
“How else was I supposed to get you in here?” he shrugs casually. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”
Reluctantly, you make your way to him, and he wraps his arms around you. You press your back into his chest, breathing in the mix of chlorine and cologne.
“You are shaking baby,” he whispers.
Heat rushes to your core, and you clench your thighs together. Noah chuckles darkly into your ear. You bite your tongue to stop the moan, trying to leave your lips. Suddenly, Noah’s hands lift the hem of your shirt searching for your bare skin. His hands explore your hips and tummy, finally making their way to your breasts. His large hands cup your breast pawing at the soft tissue.
“Don’t make a sound,” Noah growls as he traces circles around your nipples. You nod quickly then he pinches both nipples. You groan through the pain that turns to pleasure.
“That’s it,” Noah encourages.
One large hand remains on your chest as the other one snakes its way down your torso to the hem of your shorts. Your clit is already throbbing to his touch
“If you want me to stop, just say stop, ok?”
“I understand.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” you whimper.
“What do you want?”
“Touch me, Noah, please.” You beg.
“I can’t help myself when you beg doll,” Noah taps your thigh and you immediately spread them.
He leans down and bites your earlobe, and you yelp as he simultaneously plunges his finger between your sex. A low groan leaves your open mouth as you sink deeper into his toned chest. Noah swipes two fingers over your folds teasingly he plunges them deep inside you, then slowly withdrawals them.
“Noah,” you moan. “Please.”
All at once, Noah plunges two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out vigorously. Your legs are tense as you plant your feet firmly on the textured floor of the pool.
“I’m so close,” you whimper. Before the last syllable leaves your lips Noah curves his fingers inside you and presses the heel of his palm into your clit. Pressure builds in your core as your neck rolls back against Noah’s chest. Your toes curl as Noah holds you tightly.
‘Noah,” you breathe out as your orgasm claims you. Your walls clench around his fingers as he finger fucks you through it.
“God, I love it when you say my name,” Noah purrs. “You are perfect.” Noah removes himself from inside you and brings you into a strong embrace.
“Pay up, boys” Jolly snickers from the patio. You look up to find the guys staring at you and Noah in the pool. You glare at Noah trying to come up with a snarky remark.
“Sorry I corrupted you,” he chuckles. You shove him in the chest and storm over the pool edge splashing the other guys with water
“Hey hey, these are new boots,” Jolly gestures to his shoes. Before you can retort Noah pulls you into a big bear hug.
“Shhh just let them go. Enjoy this moment.” Noah kisses your forehead. You will cherish this moment and the last day with the band.
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Get Together On A Digital Screen
Nicholas Ruffilo x Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc), mentions of Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Holly(ofc)
Content warnings: phone sex, use of sex toys, hand jobs, oral sex (male receiving), over stimulation
Contains sexual situations with and between fictionalized versions of real people. All this is fiction. Still not your thing? Hit the back button.
For @alittleblackmagic, thanks for putting the phone sex brain rot in my head. Enjoy.
tag team: @throwingmetothelions, @signs-of-ill-portent, @deathblacksmoke, @ladyveronikawrites, @cncohshit, @jxstthisonce, @kingdomof-omens
Part of the PolyVerse // Master list
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Nick’s fucking tired.
Three weeks into a ten-week run, and he’s already craving his bed, his cats, and most of all his girl. Their girl. He’s been hunting for Noah for the past ten minutes, hoping to pull him into his bunk for an uninterrupted nap in an empty bus, because if he can't have time with Holly, at least he can have time with Noah.
As soon as he enters the green room, however, Nick immediately understands why he hasn't been able to find him. The man in question is reclined on the sole couch in the room, phone in hand as he talks to somebody on FaceTime. A very specific somebody, upon closer inspection, the same person Nick has been missing ever since he said goodbye to her at the airport a month ago.
From this distance, he can just make out her features, but there's no doubt in his mind who it is.
Holly.
Noah's wearing his earbuds, but judging by the low, dark tone of his voice and the way he presses a palm to the bulge in his sweatpants, the call is anything but innocent. Nick shuts the door softly, checking his watch to make sure they have time before turning the lock. The other man is so preoccupied with the woman on his screen, that he doesn't even notice Nick until he's pulling one of the white buds free from his ear and popping it into his own.
Startled, Noah lurches into a sitting position, head whipping around, “What the fuck--”
The words die on his lips as soon as he realizes who caught him unawares, cheeks turning pink as he takes in Nick standing in front of him. Nick can't help himself, he smirks, raising his hand to wiggle his fingers in greeting, cutting his eyes to Noah's phone where Holly's flushed face looks back at him.
A very interesting call indeed
Because that's not the only thing he sees, either. No, behind the small thumbnail of the video call, there's another app running in the background; one he's very familiar with, seeing as he has the same one, connected to the same vibrator Noah's is. It was something they bought on a whim at a sex shop in the middle of god knows where… but it helps keep things interesting when they're on the road. A way to play with their girl when the distance gets too much.
Jealousy slips through him, but it's gone just as quickly. He can't blame Noah for sneaking in a little one-on-one time, not when he'd do the same thing in a heartbeat. But now that he's here…
“I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”
Holly’s breathless voice sounds in his ear, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Unless you’re here to stop Noah from finishing what he started, then no… Hi honey.”
“Hey Holls.”
Nick can’t stop the same soft look from growing on his face, even as he feels his cock begin to harden at the sight in front of him. Her lips are a bitten red, her wavy hair a dark halo against the pillow, messy as if she’s tangled her own hands through it more than once. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this, but it seems to have been a while, and he wants nothing more than to see what happens next.
But it’s not just her he needs the okay from.
“What about you, huh?” He asks, meeting Noah’s gaze as the other man turns to look at him.
Noah smiles and tips his head to the phone in his hand. “You wanna watch?”
Oh, Nick wants to do more than just watch, but sure, he’ll start with that.
“Of course.” He makes himself comfortable in the vacant space behind Noah, pressing his chest to the man’s back as he hooks his chin over his shoulder. Their boyfriend makes a surprised noise when Nick’s arms snake around his sides to sneak into his waistband, head turning back towards him. Nick tsks.
“No… you keep playing.” One of his hands slips out of Noah’s pants so he can press a finger on the button on the screen to get the vibrator going again. He smiles when Holly gasps, a breathless motherfucker in his ear while her figure in the window contorts as her back bows upwards.
“I’m going to do some playing of my own.”
She must have been close to her orgasm, he thinks, when he actually pays attention to the setting of the vibrator. It’s high, and she’s probably cursing both of them in her head even as she writhes on the screen. But that’s not exactly his problem. If Noah wanted more privacy, he should have picked somewhere else than their unlocked green room.
Speaking of… Nick pulls Noah’s cock out of the hole in the front of his boxer briefs, running his thumb along the weeping tip before bringing it up to his mouth. He grunts when Noah’s saltiness hits his tongue, and he’s delighted when he notices the way Holly stares at the action, mouth parted. He’s sure it must be a special kind of torture to watch, but not participate. But then Noah's hips shift, bucking up against his hand, tearing his attention away from their girl as a whine works its way out of his throat.
A fond, amused smile graces his face when he pulls his thumb free. “Hey, slow down. I'll get you there,” he chastises, petting his hand on Noah's thigh. “But I think you’re supposed to be getting her there too.”
As if on cue, Holly's voice comes through.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries, “Nick—Noah—I need… please.”
Nick purrs, feeling his insides heat at her breathless timbre. “Do you hear how she's begging? You know she doesn't do that easily… Why don't you keep your focus on her and let me do my thing?”
His mind churns at the thought of how this would go if Holly were here. He thinks he’d have her wet Noah with her mouth, or even spit in his hand before he wrapped it around the other man’s length, but his own will have to do.
“Sh-shit,” he stutters when Nick's saliva hits his hand, and a desperate, needy noise works its way out of his mouth as it encircles his cock. Noah takes a deep breath, clearing his throat before he pants, “What do you need?”
“I…it’s—it's not enough… I'm so close.”
Nick doesn’t know how the man can hold the phone so steady, given the way his thumb trembles when he starts to jerk him off, but Noah still manages to press the other button in the app.
Holly shrieks as the other part of the toy comes to life, stimulating her clit and causing her to fall over the edge.
He stares at her face, watching how her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open as she quivers through her climax. God, what he wouldn’t give to be there with her; to press his lips to hers and swallow the whines and mewls that try to escape, to press his hand to her belly and feel the way her hips roll as she rides it out… Fuck, he wants to see.
“Show me, Holly. Show us.”
All he hears in return is a strangled moan and bitten-off curse words as she tries to recover.
“Fucking—fuck—I need one of you to turn it off if… if I’m supposed to do anything except--” she moans again, words lost as another shock of pleasure rolls through her.
Noah takes it easy on her, scrambling to turn both parts of the toy off as he rolls his hips into Nick's hand when he swipes his thumb roughly across his cock head.
The camera view tilts, the picture blurring with movement until all they can see is her pussy, and his mouth waters at the sight of the toy tucked snugly into her dusky, dark pink folds. They glisten in the low light and he wants nothing more than to lick it up. Maybe he’d have Noah do it, have him lick up the mess he made of her before kissing her taste from their boyfriend’s lips.
He can see her still twitching and all he wants is to make her cum again. He knows she can. Nick shifts on his knees, his own cock hard as a rock and aching for relief, twitching in his pants at all the thoughts running through his head and he works Noah faster.
“I think you should turn it on again,” he murmurs into Noah’s ear. “Who knows when we’ll have another opportunity to do this? It’s only fair if we please her as much as possible, don’t you think?”
He hears Holly’s breath stutter, and she tries to plead. “Noah…”
When Noah makes no move to do as he suggested, Nick brings his hand to a stop, smiling when he hears a frustrated noise from the other man. It’s fun, this dynamic they have with each other, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it. Because while Noah is the one who likes to get rough, they all know he's the one who can be the firmer out of the bunch, and Nick knows all he has to do is wait Noah out, and he’ll give him what he wants.
“You know you wouldn’t stop if we were with her, if you had her under you, face buried in her pussy.” He prods gently, nipping at the sensitive skin of Noah’s throat before continuing, “You know you want to.”
Noah’s head hangs forward as he chuckles, nodding as he grabs Nick’s hand to place it back on his cock, and he at least has the decency to look apologetic when he locks eyes with Holly on the screen, “Sorry babe.”
“Sonofa--”
He buries his smile in Noah’s neck at the way Holly’s curse dies on her tongue when the vibe comes back to life, rewarding Noah with the long, swift strokes Nick knows he likes. It doesn’t take long for the other man to cum; for his quiet moans to increase in pitch until Noah’s biting his lip, spilling his release all over Nick's fingers and his pants just as Holly reaches her crescendo.
His cum soaked fingers brush against Noah’s lips, and he opens for them without question, moaning at his own taste as he licks and sucks them clean. Nick grits his teeth, grunting at the feel of Noah’s tongue, and the sound of Holly’s whimpers in his ear, and he wonders if he has time to get himself off too.
He’ll need it if he has any hope of making it through the set without tripping over his chords.
It’s almost as if Noah can hear his thoughts because soon enough, he’s pulling Nick’s fingers from his mouth, and tucking himself back into his shorts before he gets to his knees. Long fingers tap at Nick’s hand until he gets the memo, moving it aside so Noah can work his jeans open.
“You sure we have the time?” He asks, even as he lifts his hips, helping Noah pull his pants and underwear down.
Noah shrugs, breath hot on Nick’s cock. “No idea… guess that means we better be quick, though.” He places his phone in Nick’s hand. “But she should get to watch.”
Nick fumbles with the device, trying not to drop it as Noah swallows him down, taking him almost to the root.
So that’s how it’s gonna be this time.
Holly’s still whimpering, muttering under her breath by the time he gets a hold of himself. He sees nothing but her ceiling in the call window and he knows exactly what she’s trying to do.
“L-leave it in.” His voice catches in his throat as Noah’s tongue dances along his shaft, weaving spit-soaked fingers through soft brown hair. His eyes roll skyward as Noah takes him deeper, and when he blinks them open to find the view hasn’t changed, he says again, “Holly. Leave it in.”
There’s wetness gathering in the corners of her eyes when her face comes back into view, and he longs to kiss it away, to rest his forehead against hers as he tells her she can take it. But all he has are words right now, and those are becoming increasingly hard as he tries to resist the urge to give in to the wet warmth of Noah’s mouth.
“C'mon, Holls… one more. That's all I'm asking for.” Nick pants, his fingers flexing in Noah's hair when she makes a desperate noise, “C’mon baby, I know you can.”
“I--”
“Does this help?” He taps the button with his thumb, increasing the stimulation on her clit by just that much more.
Pleasure licks his insides at her sharp intake of breath and he knows.
“That's it, babe,” he grunts, thrusting up into the give of Noah's mouth, relishing the way their boy’s throat feels as it glances across his tip. “Now all you gotta do is sit back and watch… watch and cum for me just like I know you can”
As much as he mourns being able to watch her face as she falls apart for them one last time, the noise she makes at the sight of Noah’s head bobbing up and down in his lap soothes the ache.
“Fuuuuck,” she keens, high pitched and breathless, and he’s already making plans for a repeat of this, the next time they have her in the flesh. They're going to tease her and bring her off over and over while she watches the two of them together. Maybe they’ll bring Jolly in too, let him pull the orgasms from her as he keeps her face steady and on them--
Any thoughts and plans for a future encounter all but cease as his orgasm barrels into him and he cums down Noah’s throat, dropping the phone to the cushion as he clenches his teeth, desperate to hold back the moan that so desperately wants to break free. Holly’s strangled moans cut through the ringing in his ears before they come to an abrupt end as she finds her release right along with him. It drives him on, hips jerking up roughly into the wet mouth around him, trying to prolong the ecstasy coursing through him until he’s collapsing against the cushioned arm of the couch behind him.
Noah looks utterly wrecked when he rises from his knees, tucking Nick back into his underwear before he straddles his lap. The kiss Noah pulls him into is sloppy, salty, yet Nick can’t find it in himself to care; just lets the man lick into his mouth with a contented sigh, accepting everything he offers.
A fist bangs on the door just as they part, Jolly’s voice following seconds later. “If you guys are done terrorizing your girlfriend, I’d like to come and set my stuff inside.”
Shit.
They scramble to right themselves, Nick pulling up his pants and searching for Noah’s phone while the other man digs through his backpack for an extra pair of pants.
“Anyone else with you?” Noah calls out as he switches his cum stained sweats for clean ones.
“Do you think it would be this calm if it wasn’t just me?”
Noah laughs, opening the door for their friend, “How’d you know what we were up to?”
Jolly holds up his phone, amused. “Oh, our favorite girl sent me a very colorful message… something about destroying a certain toy you two seem to favor a lot lately.”
Now that the more explicit parts of the conversation are over, Nick disconnects the earbuds from Noah’s phone before turning his attention to their girl on the screen. “You told on us? Really?”
“What? You guys got to soak up the afterglow together… I was lonely.” She says with a shrug, and even though she teases, he knows it's hard, staying behind by herself while the three of them still get to be together on the road.
“I miss you, you know.”
Her playful smile switches to something more sincere. “I know, and I miss you too. ALL of you – and hey, it's only another week until the hometown show… we’ll get to see each other then.”
“And I can’t wait.” He replies.
“I can’t either, you know.” Noah pops up behind him, “Just in case you forgot who originally called you.”
Her laugh tinkles from the speaker, eyes rolling, “As if I could forget that. But as much as I'm enjoying this moment, I’m pretty sure you still have a show to get ready for. Should be a good one now that you’re all nice and relaxed.”
Jolly’s arms cross over his chest, and he pouts. “Well, I’m not. I seem to have missed the relaxation time.”
Holly’s face winks from the screen. “Call me later, handsome and we’ll fix that.”
~fin~
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