#nick ruffilo rpf
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Draped Across
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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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! smut isn’t really my strong suit so i apologize if it wasn't that good 😬 and IM SORRY IT WAS MUSHY AT THE END OKAY………
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pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: polyamorous relationship, cozy morning sex, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), double penetration (kinda), all the sweetness for our favorite birthday boy
word count: 1.5K
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author's note: just wanted to write a little something sweet and cutesy (and sexy and a little filthy, as i do) for ruff's special day. fair warning: not proofread. all mistakes are the fault of my silly brain.
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You wake up to Nick pressed against you. It’s so cold in the room–thanks, Noah–but he’s so warm, the length of his body pressed close against your back, arm slung over the two of you.
You feel at ease here, in bed with your boys; you feel surrounded by them, your absolute favorite thing. Being sandwiched between them always feels at once grounded and floaty. You pull the blanket up higher and settle back against Nick’s front, pulling Noah in. Nick stirs a little, holding the both of you closer, not rushing. Noah wiggles himself back into you, warm and solid and still sound asleep.
“What are you doing, sweet girl?” Nick asks, placing kisses to your bare skin. You can hear him breathing heavy, a little ragged, warm breaths ghosting over the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You realize you’ve been mindlessly wriggling yourself back against him as you feel him getting harder against you, getting wetter for him. The arm he had slung over Noah moves behind your body, down between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your center through your panties. “I said, what are you doing, sweet girl?”
“Birthday present?” you offer, gasping when his fingers push your panties to the side, dragging through your folds.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he praises, pressing into your clit briefly and dragging back down, ghosting over your entrance, pulling a moan from you. “Birthday present, huh?”
He pulls his hand away and you almost whine, complaints ready on your lips until his fingers are notching under the waistband of your panties. “Nicky,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours and helping him get them off of you. You feel him press close to you again, hard and insistent against your back.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, kissing and nipping at your neck. His fingers are back and you’re shaking, twitching, needing him. “You know how I love your birthday presents.”
You didn’t have anything in mind–you hadn’t even thought of this before you woke up, aching for him–for his touch, his mouth, his cock. Anything he has to offer you. “You decide,” you say. “Your birthday. You pick.”
“Generous girl,” he says, cock notching at your entrance, drawing a gasp from you. You close your legs around him as he drags his cock through you, teasing your slit, but he pulls back when you groan. “Lie on your back and hitch your leg up over Noah. Be careful, though–you wouldn’t want to wake our sleeping beauty.”
You do as he asks, settling flat on your back and draping a leg over Noah’s hip. Nick is crawling between your legs and doesn’t give you a moment before his mouth closes around your clit, two fingers in your cunt. The stretch burns, just slightly, momentarily. Your responding moan is louder than you intended, and Nick is up in a moment, clamping a hand over your mouth to quiet you. “You’ll wake him up if you’re not careful. Do you want to wake him up?”
You can’t help but laugh, giggles muffled by Nick’s palm. You nod, feeling his grin against your neck before he bites down, fingers curling inside you.
“Go ahead. Wake him up, then.”
You hitch your leg higher over Noah, dragging him closer towards you. Your legs are spread so wide, you’re tempted to feel shame by the obscenity of it. Nick settles back down, closes his mouth around you again and swirls his tongue, fingers delving deep—your gasp is automatic. Noah stirs, turning to face you when you cry out again, louder. His eyes focus on you, narrowing when he realizes what’s happening.
“Starting without me?” he asks, and you can’t speak—not when Nick’s fucking you so thoroughly with his fingers, not when Noah sneaks a hand under your sleep shirt, grazing a finger over your nipple, teasing it between his thumb and index finger. “Sneaky girl, trying to get the birthday boy all to yourself. That’s not fair.”
“I woke you—” you start, breaking off into a gasp when Nick brushes over that perfect fucking spot inside you, the slightest graze of teeth over your clit, an edge of pain with your pleasure. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”
“Before he got his cock in you and everything, lucky me,” Noah says, kissing your neck to distract you as his hand moves lower, fingers replacing Nick’s mouth on your clit–Nick’s mouth moving lower, too, licking inside you, between his two fingers. “Who are you this wet for, baby?” Noah asks, teasing you. “It’s for Nicky, huh?” you nod, groaning, no use in sugarcoating it. “I know. He really knows how to use his mouth, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” you gasp, settling further into the bed, closing your eyes and focusing solely on the way their hands feel. The way Nick’s mouth feels. The way it may be a little bit dramatic, but you feel almost like you could ascend to heaven with the way that it all feels so good and so much. “God, Nick, that feels so good.”
“What about me?” Noah asks, humor clear in his tone. Nick laughs and the vibration goes straight through you, making you grind your hips down into both of them. “What do you want to do with her, Nicky? You think she’s ready for your cock?”
You groan desperately, dizzied as always by the way they talk about you like you’re not there, while they’re touching you–clearly very aware of your presence. “Why don’t you ask her, baby?”
“Seems ready to me,” Noah says, dipping two fingers into you alongside Nick’s. The stretch is so good your vision blacks. “Look at my fingers, Nick, they’re fucking sopping,” he adds, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed. They wouldn’t want you to be, so you push it away. “If she’s not ready, I can be.”
He’s joking. Kind of. You know he’d take your place in a moment.
“I think a lot of that is my spit, actually,” Nick offers, bringing a hand down hard against your tummy to keep you from squirming when you laugh. “And her pussy. She’s soaked.”
“Are you ready for him?” Noah asks–he doesn’t even finish asking before you’re nodding your head and squirming. “Fuck, yes, I knew it.”
Nick stands, sliding his pj pants down his legs. Your mouth waters as you get a good look at him. Noah is at his side in a moment, taking Nick in his hand and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. They whisper into each other’s mouths, giggling before kissing again. You wish you could hear what they’re saying, but you have a good enough idea. Something sweet, something filthy, and you’re wetter and squirmy just imagining it.
Nick crawls over you, hiking your legs up around his hips. Noah brackets your side, arm gentle and wandering over your torso. When Nick’s cock breaches your entrance, you gasp, the stretch so delicious and always a little bit too much, to start. But so good. Too good.
When you whine, Nick kisses across your face to soothe you. Noah’s hand travels down, middle finger playing across your clit. You’re so close already from all that time they spent on you. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, focus on lasting a little longer for them, but it goes a little out the window when Noah’s hand moves lower, two fingers sliding into you alongside Nick.
“Oh, fuck,” Nick moans, at the same time that you gasp out Noah’s name.
The stretch is too much, maybe, it pulls you away from the edge until he curls his fingers, taking you closer and closer until you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it.
“Oh god, I’m so close. Please,” you moan, grinding yourself down onto Nick’s cock, into Noah’s fingers. At the press of Noah’s thumb at your clit, it’s instant. You reach your end with a wail and Nick fucks you through it, Noah pressing soft kisses to your neck until they can tell you’re oversensitive.
When Nick pulls out, Noah is on him in a moment. He licks a palm, wrapping a hand around Nick and another around himself. They kiss, lost in their world–it has the power to make you feel left out, ignored, but you love watching them with each other. You love watching their care and softness, the way they can read each other so well.
When Noah cums, burying his face in Nick’s neck and whimpering; when Nick does, painting his own belly and gaze shifting to you, pretty eyes sparkling–you don’t feel left out at all.
They bracket your sides again, pressing kisses to your cheek. It almost feels like your birthday.
“Happy birthday, Nicky,” you say, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing him. Noah echoes the sentiment, leaning over your body to do the same.
“We’re sleeping in today,” Nick says, resting his head on your chest and swinging an arm over Noah, pulling him closer. “Y’all wore me the fuck out.”
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NO BUT WHY DIDNT I EVEN THINK OF RUFFLES WHEN I THOUGHT OF BRAT TAMER….,
I see the vision.
Nicky is THEE brat tamer!!!
Like?? One look to get you to Cut. It. Out. If that doesn’t work, it’s a hand on the back of the neck, not even gripping, just a weight to remind you of his expectations. Push it too far and you’re gonna end up bent over his lap with a vibrator on the lowest setting stuffed inside you until you apologize. The worst part abt our boy ruffles is that he’s always cool as a cucumber. Doesn’t raise his voice, shows no signs of remorse! He pulls out the vibrator when he can tell you’re close, puts it back in when you’ve calmed down. When you’re sobbing and snotting everywhere you’re finally like “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry please I’m sorry I won’t do it again please Nicky I can’t-“ and all he says is “good girl/boy” and switches it to the highest setting until you’re a twitching mess in his lap :-/ runs you a bath and brushes your hair out and kisses your shoulders :-/ no one tames a brat like Nicholas.
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Let's Talk About Chemistry
Nick Ruffilo x Ofc (Tai)
Content warnings: p in v sex, thigh riding, public adjacent sex
Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. Rpf not your thing? Back button is thataway.
Request from @throwingmetothelions and fitting into @signs-of-ill-portent's writing prompt for Stare
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Nick tries not to stare, choosing to focus on cleaning up his station while she closes up for the night, instead of just how soft her lips felt against his. How her body felt pressed into his when he pulled her across the center console and onto his lap. There wasn’t room for much in the cramped driver's seat of his car before he regained his senses, but those few brief moments had him harder than he could remember being.
“Are you gonna keep staring at me, or you gonna come over here and do something about it?” She calls to him just as he finishes putting the last of his gear away. Tianna - everyone calls me Tai - is short with soft curves and a mind as sharp as a tack. She keeps everyone on their toes and the back and forth they have is easy, fun. It wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that she’s been working at the shop as their new receptionist for a few months and Nick has one strict rule: don’t date people you work with. It’s served him well, and he’s never had too much of a problem with it… until her.
He hears her laugh as he feels his cheeks color. Nick should have known he wasn’t being as sneaky as he thought. Ducking his head, he huffs a quiet laugh. "I'm busted, aren't I?"
Tai snorts as she moves out from behind the front desk, holding thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "Just a little bit." Nick watches her lock the door, turn the overhead lights off before she comes to his station. Arms folded across her chest, she tilts her head up to look at him; and he can feel it; the heady tension between the two of them. It's thick, full of promise, and it’s only a matter of time before it snaps. “You know, I meant it when I said it was okay that you didn’t want to take things further. Yet you keep looking at me like that and it’s sending me some mixed signals.”
“And how am I looking at you?” He feigns ignorance, even if he knows exactly how he’s looking at her. Tai sees right through it too. Rolling her eyes and leveling him with a look that seems to scream dumbass.
“Like you wanna kiss me again,” and she pauses, letting the words linger between them as she takes a step forward. “Do you wanna kiss me again, Nick?”
God, he does. He really, really does, but — “Tai… We work together. The last thing I want is for things to be awkward between the two of us.”
“Don’t you leave for tour with your band in a week or two?” Tai laughs. “I’m a big girl, Nick. I can handle a little casual sex.”
“What happens when I get back?”
“I don’t know.” She says with a shrug. “I’m not thinking that far ahead if I’m being honest. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. But if you’re doing it because you think it’ll get weird, I’m not asking for anything more than what this is.”
“And what is this?”
She shrugs. “A good time between two consenting adults? I don’t know… whatever we want to call it, I guess?” It sounds as if her nerves are starting to fray; whatever confidence she had at the start of this conversation evaporating the more they go back and forth. He should say no, put some distance between them and go home; but that is decidedly not what he does. No, he leans forward to press his lips to the corner of her mouth before taking her chin in his hand and slotting their mouths together.
Tai makes a surprised sound, yet she finds her footing quickly, pushing at his shoulders until his back hits the wall behind them. Nick groans when she opens her mouth to let his tongue curl against hers, wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand settling on the small of her back to pull her closer. She whimpers into his mouth when he slots his thigh between hers, and again when he presses it against her sex. Her hips rock forward to grind herself against him, and desperate for something to relieve the ache of his hardening cock, he can’t help but grind into her as well. She gasps, breaking away from his mouth, tipping her head back as they grind together; granting Nick access to nip at the skin of her throat, his lips and tongue working to soothe the sting shortly after.
His fingers pluck at her blouse, deftly working at the buttons until he can push the light fabric open and down her shoulders letting it flow to the ground. The sight before him makes his mouth go dry — she’s just as beautiful as he thought she’d be.
Tai’s amused voice breaks through the lustful haze clouding his mind. “You’re staring again…”
Nick’s not shy as he takes her in, all soft skin and full breasts. “Can’t help it,” he says as his hands begin to wander, calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You are absolutely beautiful.”
“You know, you've already got me half undressed. Pretty sure you don't need the flattery--” her breathless voice cuts off into a small moan when he slides his hand under the soft lace of her bra to palm at her tit, swiping his thumb over her nipple.
"It's not flattery if it's true," he replies quietly, removing his hand to pull the cup down, exposing her breast. He sucks her nipple into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue as she writhes against him, tangling her hands into his hair. Tai's hips buck as she moves against his thigh harder, whimpering when he nips at her with his teeth.
"Can you cum like this?" He wants to know, murmuring the words into the space between her breasts as he makes his way to the other.
"You keep your mouth on me like that, yeah, probably." The loose grip she has in his hair pulls tight, the sting shooting right through him as she pants, “Fuck. Nick… please.” Nick groans, scraping a biting kiss into the tender skin of her other breast before closing his lips over her. Hips undulating against him, she makes a strangled noise when his fingers play with her spit cooled nipple, pulling and twisting it.
Abruptly, he's pulled from her chest, mouths meeting with a crash so he can swallow her wail when her orgasm crashes over her. As he kisses her, he hears her small noises of pleasure as the aftershocks roll through her; enjoying the way she moves against him as she works herself through the comedown. Nick stills her hands when they go for his belt, taking hold of her hips to move them away from the wall.
"C'mon, not out here." Nick guides her to the small office in the back, pausing when they enter to dig through his wallet for the condom he thinks he still has stashed there. He makes a celebratory noise as soon as he spies the foil square before he’s going for his belt, only to be interrupted by another set of hands. Tai pulls the leather free from the buckle, her deft fingers popping his jeans open to let her hands slide the denim down, taking his boxer briefs with them.
“If we get to do this again, I’m getting you in my mouth next time.” She says, taking his cock in hand to jerk him once, twice, “but for now… I just need you inside me.” Next thing he knows, his ass is hitting the old office couch watching, momentarily stunned, as she takes her pants off. His hands itch with the need to touch with every inch of revealed skin, and screw having her mouth around him; the next time they do this, he wants those thighs around his head. Her underwear hits the floor, pulling him out of his stupor, and he scrambles to roll the condom down his length before she straddles his lap.
They groan in unison when he slips inside of her, the sound turning into a hiss from Tai as she works her way down; rolling her hips until he’s seated as far as he can go. “Fuck,” she curses, grinding onto him, “I knew you’d feel good.”
Nick nods, spreading his legs more, and he takes pride in the way she gasps when the action opens her thighs wider around him.
“Lean back for me, huh?” He asks, taking her waist in one hand while the other lightly pushes her chest backward. “Lemme see you.” Tai nods, and he feels her hands brace on his knees, trusting him to keep her steady as she leans back, exposing her to his gaze.
He curses. “Jesus Tai.” Unable to hold blasphemous words back when he takes in the sight of her pretty pussy spread around him as she rocks back and forth with slow, minute movements. Nick watches entranced as he disappears inside her, the heat in his gut starting to spread with each roll of her hips as she finds her rhythm. “That’s it,” he praises, using his grip on her waist to help her move over him.
Nick feels near delirious, her wet heat scorching him from the inside out as she rides him and he’s close, can feel the telltale tingle in his groin, ready to let go. But he needs her to cum again before he does. He slides his hand down the front of her body to where they’re joined, letting his thumb brush lightly against her clit.
“Oh shit,” she pants, breathless.
“Yeah?” He asks, “Is that it?”
Tai nods, humming. “Mmm hmm — fuck, Nick — touch me, please.”
He pulls his thumb away only to suck it into his mouth, wetting the digit before bringing it back to her clit. “You close?”
She nods, picking up the pace as she chases her climax, and it doesn’t take long for him to feel her tighten around his cock. Her inner walls pulsing around him as she throws her head back, body seizing as she cums with a gasping moan. Nick curses. The sight and feel of her cumming around him has his eyes rolling back as he lifts his hips, shallowly thrusting into her as he releases into the condom.
Tai leans forward to collapse into him, and he willingly accepts her weight. He lets his hands caress the skin of her back when she buries her face into the space between his neck and shoulder as they work to regain their breath.
“So…” she starts and he can feel her smile against his neck before lifting her head to look at him, “think you could give me a ride home?”
He can’t help but snort, rolling his eyes at her and letting out an exaggerated sigh. “If I have to…”
Her answering laugh stirs something in his chest, but it’s something he chooses to push away, something to be dealt with later. They work together to redress and clear the office of any evidence of what they just did. Neither of them need or want whatever reprimand might come to pass if they leave anything behind.
Contrary to his expectations, things aren’t awkward after. Not as he drives her home and definitely not as he accepts her invite inside when they pull up to her place. And if he doesn’t leave until the next morning with rumpled clothes and a smile on his face?
Well, that’s his business.
~~
There’s a certain feeling of déjà vu as Nick clears his station one week later. His skin prickles with the feeling of eyes on him as he moves in and out of the shop, packing his gear to be stored at home while he’s gone. Every time he turns in Tai’s direction, however, she’s looking everywhere but at him. He knows it's her, though. The coy smile on her face is a dead giveaway, but he leaves her be, deciding to spare her any teasing… for now.
His phone buzzes as he’s walking out the door for the last time, the following message sparking an anticipatory heat in his gut.
<;Tai> So… your place or mine?
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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
Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:
tba
Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:
tba
Other Pairings:
✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]
dividers by @saradika-graphics
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Quick Cup
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x ofc (fem reader)
Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, vaginal fingering, semi-public bathroom shenanigans
A/N: blame @ladyveronikawrites for this she put this quickie (pun intended) in our heads. Also it's not really proofread cuz... well... quickie.
“Nick," you breathe against the seam of his lips.
“Nope, not a sound,” Nicholas groans, popping the “p” quietly.
Nicholas Ruffilo is not one for quickies. He prefers to take his sweet time with you, usually in the privacy of one of your guys’ bedrooms, but today was the exception. With the show in Mexico coming up, and his control freak of a boy best friend, he had barely spent any time with you in the past week. Between his band practice and your job at the bookstore, neither one of you had had the energy to even call one another.
So when Noah had said something about coffee, Nicholas practically jumped at the idea of getting the order. Even though there were, like, a thousand Starbucks on the way, he sped past all of them to go to your bookstore, where there was mid-tier coffee, but there was you.
And wouldn't you know it, You were about to go on break. And when he saw your face light up with excitement when you saw him, every innocent thought and coffee order went out his upstairs brain. He was absolutely going to pick you apart and put you back together again in the employees-only bathroom.
You moaned into his mouth as he slowly traced two fingers over your soaked panties, rubbing up and down your covered folds until he dug the meat of his palm into your clit. You let out a gasp, more of surprise than arousal, but he quickly covered your mouth with his free hand.
“Good girls cum when they are quiet. Do you wanna be a good girl?" he whispers into your ear.
You want to plead, Yes yes please I'll be good Nicky please let me cum, but you nod instead. He smiles and pushes your parties aside, moving your slick up and down your folds before plunging two fingers in right off the bat. You almost break the silence, but you choke down the scream. You nearly vibrate every time his fingers move and curl into you, and your knuckles go white as you grip the sides of the porcelain sink he has you pinned against. But you don't make a sound.
You don't make a sound when he demands you look at him. You don't make a sound when you look into his blue eyes. You don't make a sound when your vision blurs and your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm crests and crashes. And you don't make a sound as he finger fucks you through your aftershocks.
“Hey pretty girl, there's my good girl" he whispers praise as you come down from your high and open your eyes.
He helps clean you up as best as you two can, because it's, you know, a semi-public bathroom, but he's still the King of Aftercare and wants to keep that reputation.
When you're breathing normally and you only have a few more minutes of your break, he groans and pulls out his phone. “What's wrong?” you ask.
“I forgot everyone's coffee orders,” he says. “They're gonna laugh at me for the rest of the day.”
Indeed, they do.
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PLS DO NICHOLAS 😭
anything for you bestie !!!!! <3
“Can we at least go inside if you’re going to make me talk about this?” I say to him as the rain continues falling and soaking my hair.
I can’t believe Noah opened his big stupid mouth and let it slip that I was in love with Nicholas.
It’s not like it could have been much of a surprise, we’ve all been friends for years, but this thing with Nick, it’s like there’s a string around my heart attached to his. I always want to be around him, I want to know how he feels, what he’s thinking, but I’ve been so scared to do anything to jeopardize our friendship.
Well, that wish has flown out the window and now we’re standing in the pouring rain and I’m having possibly the worst conversation of my life and ruining a lifelong friendship.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice breaks off towards the end and he’s looking at me with his soft brown eyes as the rainfalls, cold and heavy onto his cheeks. I run a frustrated hand through my hair and turn away from him with a sigh. “It was a personal issue, I was figuring it out,” I huff out and try to calm my racing heartbeat.
Nicholas places a gentle hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face him. “You being in love with me kind of also involves me,” he says as his hand pushes the wet rain-soaked hair that has fallen in front of my eyes. “I’m done being scared and stupid,” he rasps out and his hands move to cup my cheek. “ I can’t be around you another second without you knowing how much I love you.”
I don’t know if it’s the coldness of the rain or the shock of his words that makes me freeze. The warmth of his hand brings me back to reality he gently pulls me closer and rests his forehead against mine. “You love me too?” my voice comes out as a whisper. He nods softly, “I’ve always loved you, you are everything.”
I’m at a loss for words but he doesn’t mind, with the rain all but forgotten he pulls my face even closer and my eyes flutter to a close as our lips finally touch.
A kiss I have been dreaming about since we first met and as it deepens as he pulls away to catch his breath he keeps whispering out “I love you, I love you, I love you,” making up for years of lost time.
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prologue: JOURNEY to the OAKEN GROVE
Summary: The Appalachian Mountains hide numerous monsters, and it's up to Taylor and the Bad Omens to prevent them from causing any harm.
Word Count: 1,011
CW: supernatural themes, character death, off-screen carnage, mind control, male dominating a woman's will
This is RPF, and thus will contain real people, but names and events will be changed. If this bothers you too much, then please leave this temple without causing harm.
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Long ago, in ages past, all living things commanded infinite power and roamed unchecked across the land. They were as spirits and could speak and perform strong magic. Though in time, an evil had spread across the land, and it was decided that the world’s magic needed to be protected.
That’s what a lot of children in this part of the Shenandoah Valley was told, as part of some tales told by their Grannies. But not miss Elin Young. When she was a child, she was taught that those were selfish practices.
“Darkness only sought to make all creatures equal,” her granny told her, “and to share their power totally amongst all things…” But still, some creatures wanted to keep their strengths secret, and concealed their divinity, leaving the world lifeless and dull. Only the wise Watcher of the Woods remembered how the world had been, and could guide others to true Enlightenment.
Elin Young had done a lot of things most people would have been ashamed of in her past, but it had all been in the name of that such True Enlightenment, she told herself. She had sacrificed much in the journey, but she had remained strong. There was no way anything would stand in her way.
At least that’s what she tried to tell herself as she bled out into the cold, dark earth.
As that same ancient dirt beneath her leeched the warmth from her bones, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth it in the end, if this was the end she was receiving. Lying on a bed of pine needles, her body torn asunder, was not what she envisioned. It was not what the Watcher of the Woods had promised her.
It had been exactly a year and a day since the disastrous summer solstice, when a new Vessel was supposed to be Hollowed and Imbued with the Black Stag’s might. Instead, the Towering Man had stolen that might and kept it for himself, selfishly hoarding it from her Family. Through that year and a day, Elin remained strong, her belief telling her that the Revered Father would return to reclaim his stolen crown.
But earlier this dark night, the Family had tried to summon the Black Stag and instead was met with the form of a beast: a pale, silver-furred Grim whose eyes danced with glee when he saw the meal that had assembled before him. The congregation tried to scatter and she knew that they were being picked off, judging by their screams.
Elin had escaped the Grim only to have a brush with the second of the horrors of the Shenandoah Valley. Luckily, the Drowned had been preoccupied with his own victims, lured to him by his siren song, and then torn apart by his teeth and claws. Elin had pressed on, certain that she would soon find her way out of the woods.
Finally, she had felt certain that she was near the edge of the woods, when she had run into a familiar face. “Nick! Oh my god, thank goodness I found–”
Elin had barely gotten those words out when she felt herself freeze, and before she turned around, she swore she could see Nick’s eyes glow green in his stony face. Against her will, she started moving back into the woods. In horror, she realized that Nicholas was as he trailed behind her, directing her further and further in, until they had reached the place where the old and twisted oak tree grew.
There she was forced to kneel down. She, however, was not forced to plead for mercy, but she did anyway. Her only warning of what was to come was the creaking of trees and the rustling of leaves as the tree… moved.
And one of the people she sacrificed in the name of True Enlightenment came face to face with her.
AFTER ALL YOU’VE DONE TO ME?
said the new Watcher of the Woods.
DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK THE PAIN YOU CAUSED ME WOULD SEND ME TO AN EARLY GRAVE? DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK I COULDN’T BREAK THOSE CHAINS AFTER ALL THE HELL YOU MADE ME OVERCOME?
And then the new Watcher shifted his face into something vaguely familiar, and the young woman wept from fear at last. In front of Elin stood the man she betrayed to the Revered Father, who two years ago she had coerced into the woods.
Elin bowed her head and cried, “Please forgive me! I never wanted to do those things! They made me do them! I still love you!” She was willing to say anything, even lie through her teeth, if it meant she could walk out of this alive.
And the Watcher knew this, because he laughed before saying,
YOU WERE THE REASON I WAS CONSUMED BY THE DARK; THE REASON I WAS CONSUMED BY THE BLACK. I ALMOST LOST MYSELF IN ALL THE LIES YOU TOLD, BUT I’M BACK NOW, AND STRONGER THAN YOU’D THINK.
Noah Davis was a sweet boy when she first met him. His mother had just died, but he still had a spark in him. A spark that the Revered Father coveted, and would eventually claim. And maybe that’s why he was unrecognizable as he flung her around.
And now, as he leaned over her, she knew the humanity had really left him.
THERE’S A LOT OF HOLLOW SOULS OUT HERE IN THESE WOODS; A LOT WHO WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU BURN. AND IF YOU DO SEE YOUR SO-CALLED “FATHER,” TELL HIM I’VE GOT A MESSAGE FOR HIM.
And he left her to die, there, alone.
Despite her faith, despite all that she sacrificed, she died unfulfilled. The only thing she held onto in her black heart was the hatred for the man who left her to die, who cheated her out of what she had been promised. She was glad that the Black Stag had taken his heart, for he could never know love again.
And if he did… well, nothing in these woods ever truly stayed dead.
tysm for reading! Next part coming soon!
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Have you considered power bottom Ruffilo showing Folio the ropes? Folio is curious as to what the rest of his band get up to behind closed doors, so they decide to show him. Jolly and Noah watch, while Ruffilo teaches Folio how to please him
Oh my this is great
Folio prob walked in on the other three or something one day, got embarrassed and quickly dipped.
Nicholas noticed and like giggled as he "confronted" Folio. Bro was probably like, "do you want me to show you what we do?" But gayer probably
Jolly and Noah came in a bit after bc Nicholas told them about talkin to Folio. Nicholas pushes him on the bed and then, hear me out, ties Jolly and Noah to chairs so they can only watch. (Noah breaks easier (begs n shit) and Jolly can restrain himself more but bros struggling)
Nicholas would sit on Folio's lap and hold his hands as he drags them across his own body, "touch here and here, here too. Good boy"
Folio would be DYING, that man would be putting in work to make Nicholas feel the best so he can join them next time (he would be allowed anyways but the man wanted to impress them)
But anyways Nick would probably ride him or something and tell him to touch him in specific places and do certain things
Do you think Nicholas likes his hair pulled? Bc I do
He would be like, "pull my hair,"
Folio would be so unsure until Nicholas grabs his hand and shoves it in his hair and PULLS. Bro pulls so hard that some strands came out but Nicholas LIKES IT !!!!
ANYWAY !! Power bottom Nicholas and poly Omens my beloveds 🙏
(ty for this sorry if it seems unfinished idk what else to add)
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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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pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: polyamorous relationship, dom!nick, brief name calling, belt spanking, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (m receiving), boyfriends calling each other dude hehe, mid-sex bickering, ABSOLUTELY FILTHY but don’t worry i think it’s still very sweet 🩵
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author’s note: ruffilo wore a belt and i immediately got all twisty about it? and this happened. enjoy 🤍
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You hadn’t meant to misbehave tonight.
You had put on your pretty dress and gotten all done up with the intention of getting comfortably tipsy and remaining on your best behavior, but things don’t always work out as planned.
Apparently it’s a very important night, with very important people. Apparently the future of the band could ride on this very event. This could mean big things for them. Apparently.
While Nick and Noah are schmoozing, paying you no mind whatsoever, the boredom gets to you. You hate this party. You’re the only girlfriend here and the alcohol sucks—no liquor, just champagne. You’ll regret the morning after blinding champagne headache tomorrow.
You were well aware that they wouldn’t be able to pay much attention to you, but you couldn’t have predicted just how bored you’d be and how out of place you’d feel. You love spending time with them, you love supporting them, but you almost wish you’d stayed at home tonight.
You just wish they’d pay attention to you for a moment. You wish you’d stayed by Nick’s side instead of heading for the bar, but shaking hands and smiling politely at men in suits didn’t sound like fun to you. It still doesn’t.
Being next to them, no matter how boring the conversations may be, seems a lot better than this—sitting at the table alone, sipping on shitty champagne and sulking.
You know that Noah would be more receptive to the games you feel like playing. You know you’re not allowed. It was discussed extensively—in public, you’re Nick’s fiancée and Noah’s friend, for now. Playing with Noah would pose a lot of questions that none of you are quite ready to answer.
That doesn’t mean you have to like it, especially tonight when they’re all dressed up, looking like that. You’ve been aching since the moment Nick stepped out of the bedroom, doing up his belt, asking if the two of you were about ready to go. It’s not often you get to see them like this. Having to keep your legs crossed, squeezing together to chase away that familiar buzz, feels a little silly. You just want to have a little fun.
You’ve been here for so long and want them to take you home.
Walking up behind Nick, notching your finger in his belt and pulling him back towards you, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, you know it’s not your best idea.
You recognize the guy he and Noah are talking to as someone in another band, not an exec—you don’t know who he is but you don’t really care.
“You want to introduce me to your friend, Nicky?” you ask, and he looks back at you with a sour expression. He doesn’t want you to be doing this, not here. Not tonight, not now. It’s just so fun to push his buttons. You slide your hand around to his front, resting over his belly and rubbing. “I’m bored.”
He narrows his eyes at you but he turns back around and introduces you—you don’t listen for a name. You shake his hand and place a kiss behind Nick’s ear. You catch Noah from the corner of your eye, softly amused with an overcurrent of concern. He knows where this lands you.
“Go sit back down,” Nick bites as he turns to face you. He kisses you but it’s short. You’re in trouble. Your intent hadn’t necessarily been to embarrass him, but tease him, a little fun to take the edge off just how much you don’t want to be here. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”
His tone is dark in a way you don’t get often. The ache is unbearable. You go to sit back down and hope you don’t regret what you’ve done, waiting for Nick and Noah to come and join you.
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You don’t speak on the ride home. With Nick’s hand gripping you, you can feel exactly where the marks will be on your inner thigh, where his fingers press in painfully. He’s angry. Noah holds your hand, rubbing a thumb along the back, a comfort.
You’re ushered inside with a hand on the small of your back when the car pulls up out front. Possessive.
The door slams shut behind you, making you flinch. Not fear, necessarily—uncertainty. It’s been a while since you’ve done this and you’re not sure exactly what to expect. He hangs his jacket on the rack, not used to wearing it, muscle memory of the hook by the door.
“Go to the bedroom. Both of you,” Nick orders, voice stern but gentle at once. You share a glance with Noah but do what he says. “I’ll be right in.”
You close the door behind you, leave your clothes on and wait for Nick’s instructions, though you think you know what they’ll be.
Noah kisses you with a gentle hand on your face, thumb grazing your cheek. It’s gentle and you need it, though you’re buzzing with the anticipation of what you know is to come.
“You think maybe you shouldn’t have done that, love?” Noah asks when he pulls away, breath on your lips. He’s smirking but his voice is laced with a bit of concern.
You smile, settling him. You almost want to laugh, because he must have forgotten.
“I wanted to do it,” you assure him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I appreciate your concern, sweet boy, but I wanted this. You think I don’t know exactly what I’m doing?”
You freeze when the bedroom door opens, slamming back shut. Noah backs away from you quickly like he’s been burned, like being near you will get him in trouble, too. He’s definitely forgotten.
Nick comes up behind you, wrapping his arms tight around your middle. It’s almost like normal, if not for his teeth grazing your neck, then biting down in a way that hurts you, feels primal and angry.
“You were very bad tonight, baby. You know that, right?” Nick asks. You nod, his hand sliding its way around your throat, grip tight enough to make you short of breath but loose enough that you don’t fear it. You never do—not with Nicholas. Even angry, he’s always careful, always has an edge of softness in his every move. “I know you didn’t mean to embarrass me, but they know now. They know my girl is a desperate little slut.”
You moan, cut off when he clamps his hand down over your mouth. The ache gets deeper—you’re dripping for him.
“Noah, go get on the bed, baby,” Nick says, and Noah scrambles to do it, eager. He props himself up against the pillows how Nick normally likes him at the start and it makes you chuckle, seeing him so ready to do whatever he’s asked to do. Nick’s hand trails back down to your throat, just resting there, not squeezing. With his mouth at your ear, he shushes you. “You,” he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. “I want you to undress and get on all fours on the bed for me. Okay?”
You nod, moving to undress and do what’s asked of you, but he catches you by the hand and pulls you to him again, your back pressed to his chest.
“Uh uh, sweetheart,” he whispers, a hand trailing delicately down your side. “I need you to be good and use your words. I need a yes or no from you. Do you want to do this?”
“Yes, Nicky,” you say, moving to turn around in his arms and hoping he’ll let you. He allows it and you feel a wave of relief, especially when you see the expression painted on his face, patient and gentle for a moment. “I want this. Please.”
“Good girl,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You feel yourself relax completely, reminded that you’re safe here with them. He gives you a slap on your ass when you turn around and you gasp, hearing him laugh behind you. “Dress off. Hands and knees, please.”
You unzip your dress and let it fall to your feet, watch as Noah’s eyes glaze over with want. You unclasp your bra and hear Nick’s breath hitch as it falls to the floor. Dipping your fingers into the band of your lace panties, he tsks behind you. “Those stay on,” he orders—your cheeks heat. You leave them and crawl onto the bed. “Thank you, baby.”
“Keep your eyes on Noah,” Nick says, coming up behind you, hand on the small of your back. You shift your eyes up to Noah, looking back at you with a soft expression, small smile. You smile back. You can hear as Nick unbuckles his belt, but don’t hear the familiar sound of his zipper being pulled down. You hear it sliding from the loops, and feel as the belt, folded over, grazes your ass. You shiver. “How many do you think you deserve, baby?”
“I—I don’t know,” you say. You don’t know just how bad you were tonight. You know you shouldn’t have done what you did, but you were so bored. Lonely. “Maybe ten, Nicky? Is that good?”
“I think ten is just fine, sweetheart,” Nick says, running his hand up your back, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. “Do you remember my rules?”
“Um—yeah. ‘Red’ if I need to stop, or if I make a really pained noise, you’ll check. And I count the hits,” you say. Nick places a slap to your ass, gentle. You’ve forgotten something. “And I keep my eyes on Noah.”
“Yes, good girl,” Nick says. “You take care of her, baby,” he tells Noah, who nods up at him, then focuses back on you, reaching out. “Hold her hand, okay? Tell me if anything seems off,” the belt grazes your ass again. “Are you ready?”
You nod before hearing him sigh behind you. Your words. You forgot again. You’re so nervous, or excited, or a little bit of both. “Yes, I’m ready, Nicky.”
The first blow stings, surprises you—you yelp and squeeze Noah’s hand. “One,” you gasp. Another. “Fuck. Two,” Noah grazes his thumb against the back of your hand, brings it up to his mouth, whispers good, baby. Another. You’re getting used to it. Feeling nicer. “Three,” The fourth hits a little low, below the meat of your ass, high on the back of your thigh. You hiss and Nick pulls back, soothing with his hand. “Four.”
“Hold on. Are you okay?” Nick asks.
“Mmhmm, just—” you start, thinking of what to say. “That one was a little low. It felt bad, kind of. Can you try to stay higher?”
“Of course, baby. I’m sorry,” he says. You relax. You know he didn’t mean it—he always tries his best to be careful. “Thank you for using your words. Are you good to continue?”
“Yes, please,” you say, reaching for Noah’s hand again, who offers it readily. The fifth feels nicer, your responding groan breaking off into a sigh. “Five,” The next two come in quick succession, one on each cheek. You feel yourself dripping for him, Noah’s eyes glazed over as he watches you. “Eight,” you gasp, thinking you should misbehave more often. It was all thanks to that fucking belt. “Nine,” you whine. The last one stings worse than the others and you’re glad you didn’t pick a higher number. “Ten.”
“Good girl,” Nick says, leaning down to pepper kisses along your back, soothing a hand over your ass. Noah leans down to kiss you on the mouth and you smile into it. “You did such a good job for us.”
“I want—” you start, gasping into Noah’s mouth when Nick’s fingers graze your folds over your panties, pressing in slightly. “I want you. Both. Please.”
“I know, you want to be full, huh?” Nick asks and you nod. “How do you want us?”
“I want Noah in my mouth,” you say, and Noah gasps, grazing a hand over your face. “You inside me, Nicky. Please.”
It’s been a while since you’ve had them like this, full from both ends, complete center of attention. You wiggle your ass back and Nick groans when you make contact with his front, cock hard and insistent, pressing against his zipper.
“Remember, two taps on Noah’s leg if you need to stop,” Nick says, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You hear them fall to the floor. You’re not sure when Noah got undressed, but when you look, he’s naked and waiting for you. Your mouth waters. “Do you care about these?” Nick asks, fingers grazing the fabric of your panties.
“No, Nicky,” you say, just before his hand presses over the band against the small of your back, his other dipping beneath the gusset and yanking, fabric tearing. The shock of the cold in the room on your lips makes you shiver.
“Look at you,” Nick marvels, fingers dipping inside. “Look at this pretty pussy, baby, all wet and dripping for us.”
Noah presses his cock to the seam of your lips, swipes a thumb along your cheek. You stick your tongue out to taste him, bask in the weight of it as he lays it on your tongue. You close your mouth around the tip, swirl your tongue and sink further. You never tire of his little gasps when he’s in your mouth or in your cunt.
You feel Nick at your entrance, sliding inside easily, bottoming out and forcing you further on Noah’s cock. “Oh, fuck,” you hear him gasp and your eyes flutter closed. You’ll let them do the work for you—that’s your favorite part. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”
You force down a choke as you’re forced further onto Noah’s cock, swallowing around him. You grasp Noah’s leg for purchase and his gasp is dizzying.
“How’s she feel, baby?” Noah asks, and Nick groans from the back of his throat. God, you love listening to them while they’re using you. “Her mouth is—” he breaks off into a gasp as you swallow around him, the slightest graze of your teeth, just how he likes it. “Fuck.”
“You know, dude,” Nick says, fucking you harder. You feel split open and can’t control the gag this time, as you’re forced down further on Noah’s cock, who pulls back a bit to give you a reprieve. You squeeze his leg gratefully but move yourself back down further, needing it—the gag, the choke, the overwhelming fullness of it all. “You know she feels fucking perfect. You wish you were back here, huh?”
“No, dude, her mouth,” Noah counters, a hand running over your cheek, into your hair, tugging and making you gag. Noah’s groan is fucking pornographic, Nick’s even more so. “You know how her throat tightens around you when you pull on her hair?” Noah asks him. You feel overwhelmingly full when they both lean forward. You hear the wet, sloppy sounds of their kissing and you bask in them. Noah tightens his hand in your hair while Nick’s hands move from your hips up to your sides, gripping tight. They chuckle into each other’s mouths when you choke again. “Did her pussy do it, too, Nicky?”
Nick moves his hands from your sides. If Noah’s whine is anything to go off, Nick’s hands have tangled in his hair just how he likes it. You wish so badly you could watch them—you love them like this.
“Are you smoking again?” Nick asks Noah, and you’re surprised it took him so long tonight to notice the smell, the taste of them. “You taste like shitty cigarettes. Stale. Menthol ones.”
“It’s her, man,” Noah says, and you pinch his leg to hear his yelp, payback for being a snitch. “She bummed a few during the party, snuck out front. She was gone for ages,” he continues, unfortunately not deterred, determined to throw you under the bus so he can remain Nick’s perfect boy. “I taste like her, Nicky. You would have noticed if you’d been paying any attention to her. I’m not allowed,” he snarks. You laugh—apparently Noah likes the vibration of it, muffling a moan into Nick’s skin. “Don’t you know never to leave a pretty girl like this alone?”
“I’m gathering that. Fucking smartass,” Nick says, fucking you slower, thrusting deeper and harder. A hand comes back down to grip your hips, thumb grazing over your skin. “Kiss me again, Noah,” Nick orders and he doesn’t hesitate—you quickly readjust as he moves forward again, meeting Nick’s mouth. “Honey, you’re shaking. You’re about to cum, huh?”
Noah doesn’t answer, not that you can hear, just thrusts faster and deeper into your mouth. You power through it, swallow around the gag, blink away the tears and let your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna cum,” Noah gasps into Nick’s mouth. You double your efforts, sliding your head down as far as you can, swallowing around him. He groans, gathering your hair in a fist and stilling. “Oh, fuck.”
Noah’s barely pulled out before Nick is, too, flipping you over onto your back and slipping back in. You swallow, Noah’s cum sliding down your throat. He’s leaning over you again, licking into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. It’s filthy and makes you ache, tighten around Nick.
Nick slaps a tit, kneading it and pinching the pebbled nipple between his index finger and thumb. You let out a desperate moan as he grabs the other, fucking you deeper. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Nick tells you, right hand moving from your chest to your throat, tightening just slightly. “Keep your eyes on me.”
You reach between your bodies, middle finger sliding over your clit. You had already been so close and the first touch of your finger sets your body alight. Nick’s eyes are so focused on you—you’re short of breath and so fucking close.
“Nicky,” you gasp, reaching out for him with a free hand. He leans down to kiss you, the most gentle thing you’ve felt all night. Throwing your head back, you feel your orgasm reaching its peak. Your eyes meet Nick’s again. “Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Cum for me,” he says as it washes over you.
Nick is pulling out, then, jerking his cock once, twice, three times before his cum is covering your tummy. You always love the way it feels.
They bracket your body. Noah gathers some of Nick’s cum on his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. Nick’s eyes unfocus before he leans over you, licking into Noah’s mouth.
They focus back on you, Nick speaking up. “I’m sorry you felt neglected tonight, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have done that to you,” Nick starts, thumb grazing over your cheek. “If it happens again, you can just tell me, all right? You don’t need to act out.”
“I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Nicky,” you respond, but he smiles and shakes his head, letting you know that you didn’t.
“Can I run you a bath?” he asks, and a bath does sound so nice right now, the warm water on your stinging and aching body.
“Can Noah come?” you ask, and Noah smiles into the skin of your neck, snorting. You’re glad you’d decided to go for the bigger tub.
“Of course he can,” Nick responds. “Noah always comes.”
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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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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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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.
thanks to @rottingfern for giving this a look through and catching my mistakes.
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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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PLEASE SHUT UP || Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader [Part One]
DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics
PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST
REQUEST [by @yumikitten]: I'm just gonna keep on this Ruffilo train if everyone is okay with it. Ahem. What if Y/N and Nicholas got into a fight? Something that really made them snap and started yelling at each other, saying things they weren't really meaning? It could also just be something super silly tbh. We've all been there. 😅 But Nick finally gets suuuuper tired of screaming at each other and just kisses her to shut her up, which then leads to makeup sex. 😉 I could see him spitefully telling her at some point that he's gonna have to remember this if it got her to shut up so quickly. 🤣 Please don't feel obligated. 😁 My mind is just going zoom. 💕
A/N: FIRST OF ALL, I'M DEEPLY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I had a severe writers block over the last couple of months and couldn't bring myself to work on requests. As compensation i have decided to make a two-parter out of the request. The setting is a maybe a bit different than expected but I hope you like it anyways! Part Two will hopefully be posted soon! ♡♡♡
WARNINGS: angst, cursing, fear of failure, fighting, small room, ... (let me know if i missed something)
TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit (Let me know if you wanna be added to my general taglist!)
Ever since Y/n had been a child, she was surrounded by music. Her dad was the guitarist of a local rock band and her mom had been playing the violin since forever.
She remembered clearly how her mother had told her that one of the first things she did as a child was smash hey tiny little hands onto the piano that stood in the family’s living room.
As Y/n grew older, her taste in music also changed. Even though she had been learning to play the piano since the age of just four, she noticed how her taste shifted from soft and classical music to later pop and then heavier stuff.
Maybe it had been some kind of rebellion in her teenage years, maybe it had been her father’s taste in music that influenced her or maybe it was her first ever boyfriend who introduced her to Bring Me The Horizon, when she was just fourteen. All Y/n knew, was that she soon found herself sucked into the world of metal and metal core.
It was no shock to anyone close to her, when she was hired to play the keyboard in a band called Bad Omens.
She had met Noah through mutual friends while gaming during the pandemic and they soon became close friends. The band had been working on their third album back than and though it sounded more than good when Y/n first listened to it, Noah thought something was missing. That was when Y/n came into the picture. She had delivered them some parts that amazed the boys so much that they offered her a place in the band. She had gladly accepted it.
Since than the band had been thriving. From tours all over the world, making Y/n travel to parts of the world she had only imagined as a child, to streaming records that made her dad jump in excitement, every time she visited her hometown. Everything was going well for the band.
For Y/n in particular though, nothing was well. Nothing had been like she hoped it would be. While she had grown close to three of her bandmates, one seemingly hated her guts without explanation.
At first, Nick and she had gotten along quite well. She remembered nights where they sat outside and chatted about the most random things while seemingly not getting enough of each other’s presence.
But over time, things had changed. First, he started to distance himself to the point where it couldn’t be called anything but avoidance. Soon, the complaining began. He began to roll his eyes when she said something that made the others laugh. He started making snarky side comments every time she did something slightly different in her performance. Nothing Y/n did was good enough in Nick’s eyes and hell did it annoy her.
She couldn’t wrap her head around what she did to him to make him act that way towards her, considering she was the only one that suffered under his behavior. With everyone else, he was an angel on earth. Always sweet and caring.
Even though she missed the time where Nick acted like that with her, she began to mirror his demeanor. She began to criticize him just as much as he did with her. She was so fed up that she even started to loathe the time she needed to spend with him in one room.
Saying that was difficult was an understatement. Everyone noticed how they started to act and soon the mood started to deteriorate because of their behavior.
But the breaking point was only yet to come.
The stage was set, the lights were dimmed, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation. The band was about to kick of another concert on their tour and Y/n could feel the familiar hum of excitement and nervous energy that waved through the packed room. This was nothing new for Y/n, yet tonight was different. There was an additional weight pressing on her tense shoulders – the intense gaze of Nick, whose eyes seemed to bore into her from across the stage.
As Y/N's fingers glided over the keys, she couldn't shake the feeling that every note she played was being criticized. She stole a glance in Nick's direction, only to find his expression unreadable, yet filled with an intensity that made her uneasy. The rhythmic thump of the bass only increased her anxiety, and the once effortless connection she felt with the music began to waver.
In the midst of a song, Nick shot her a look so disapproving, Y/N lost it. She stumbled over a chord, the crooked sound echoing through the venue. Panic set in as she struggled to regain her composure. She knew the crowd hadn’t noticed but for her it was a disaster. For the rest of their set, her heart seemingly jumped out of her chest in a mix of fury and anxiety. Nick's disapproving glares persisted, each one a sharp stab at Y/N's confidence. The usually seamless collaboration between band members now felt like pure pain to Y/n. All she did for the rest of the evening was desperately trying to avoid the heavy judgment of Nick’s eyes.
As their performance ended, Y/n felt empty. Heavy tension lingered in the air when they went backstage to compliment each other on another successful concert, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to feel good. She fucked up bad and only because Nick couldn’t stop with his childish behavior.
After Noah and Jolly comforted her for a second, she came to a stand in front of the bassist. The rest of the guys walked away to calm down, while Y/n’s eyes bore into Nick’s.
Without even thinking, she dragged him into a small room filled with technical stuff.
“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” Nick protested as she closed the door behind them.
“What the fuck I’m doing? Could you tell me what the fuck your problem is, Nick?” She shouted at him, not holding back one bit.
“I did nothing.” He quickly defended himself and wanted to grab the door handle, but Y/n walked between him and the exit.
“Keep your fucking judgement to yourself next time.” She warned him and looked into his blue eyes. The rage that fumed inside of her quickly caught up to him.
“Maybe don’t fuck up your notes next time.” He hissed at her.
In the dimly lit room, Y/N couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. "Nick, you can't just keep brushing off my opinions about fucking everything!"
Nick's eyes flashed with irritation. "Well, maybe if you understood music better, your opinions would matter."
The words hung in the air, heavy with tension, as Y/N shot back, "You know, not everyone worships your bass lines, dickhead!"
“Oh, come on, are we this low now?” Nick mocked her and tried to get out of the room again.
“I’m not letting you get out of this room until you finally tell me what the fuck I did to you, Nick.” She fumed at him, her back now pressed against the door.
As the argument escalated; Y/n trying to get answers, Nick trying to avoid the talk; both felt a surge of anger and hurt. But suddenly, Nick, became quiet, took a step forward, his eyes meeting Y/N's defiant gaze.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” – “What?”
Before Y/n could react, Nick grabbed her face and, with an unexpected intensity, kissed her. Time seemed to stand still as Y/n noticed what was happening. She was confused but at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to push him off her. Her eyes fluttered shut as another feeling entered her.
Need.
A feeling she had been suppressing since the second he became cold towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he pressed her firmly against the door. It was a kiss full of anger, frustration but also passion as Nick devoured her lips. Soon he travelled down to her neck and even though a small Parton her was still furious about his action, she definitely needed him more than anything in this moment. He bit her exposed skin, not caring a single second about the marks he was leaving on her as she whimpered in pure bliss. When she tugged at Nick’s hair, he softly moaned against her neck, signaling her she wasn’t alone with her thoughts.
Right as his hands started to travel down her shirt, she remembered what was going on and grabbed his wrist.
A stunned silence enveloped them, broken only by Y/n’s words as they looked into each other’s eyes. "You can't just kiss me to end an argument!"
Nick looked at her with wide blown pupils. It looked like he tried to find his words, but nothing came out.
“Oh look at you, now you can’t even talk to me anymore.” Y/n mocked him with hate in her voice, before she pushed him away from her. She left the room with agony.
She hated Nick for making this whole thing even more confusing than it already was. But she knew one thing.
This was never happening again…
PART TWO COMING SOON
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