#nick sturniolo x male reader
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✯𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞✯
IN WHICH... Florence makes Nick play a game for a prize and Nick fails.
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! Mentions of needles, tattoo guns, boyxboy content, oral (Nick receives), exhibitionism, I think that’s it.
THIS IS FOR MY TWIN @thenickgirl
"You nervous?" Florence asks as he arranges his cart.
The two were at the tattoo shop owned by Florence's dad, both boys sitting in Florence's designated room.
"I'm not nervous."
Florence looks up from his cart and at Nick's bouncing knee. He stands up and walks over to Nick who is sitting down on the tattoo bed.
"You're lying."
"What? No I'm-" Nick is cut off by Florence putting his hand on his knee, keeping it in place. Nick looks up at Florence who is towering over him, "Ok I did lie, I am nervous." Nick sheepishly admits.
Florence chuckles and walks back over to his cart where all his tools lay, "why? You don't trust me?" He looks up at Nick and gives a faux pout.
"How mad would you be if I said you were right?" Florence scoffs at Nick's words and scoots over to him, pulling the cart with him.
"Wow, that's crazy. I'm giving my boyfriend a free tattoo and he doesn't even trust me."
"I trust you, just not with tattoos. I didn't even know you did tattoos until like two hours ago!"
"Ok well, I've done all of Y/n's so shut up and stop being nervous." Nick's eyes go wide when Florence pushes him down on the table. Nick swallows harshly as Florence lifts his shirt, starting to sanitize his hip.
Florence hums along to the song playing over the speakers as he lays the stencil on.
He peels the paper off and looks up at Nick, "that good for you?"
Nick sits up and looks in the mirror across from the table. "Yeah, it's good."
He lays back down and watches as Florence grabs the tattoo gun, "I swear to god if you fuck up-What? You'll do what?" Nick can't help but become flustered by the shit-eating grin on Florence's face.
"Shut up and tattoo me," Nick mumbles closing his eyes.
Florence says nothing as he turns the gun on, dipping it in the black ink. He allows his left hand to rest on the very top of Nick's thigh, close enough to his pelvis.
To Nick's surprise, Florence is very gentle with the gun, he can barely feel the needle piercing his skin. However, he does feel Florence's hand.
He's sure Florence isn't meaning to touch him sexually, but with his hand resting on his pelvis and the slight pain from the needle, he can't help the blood flowing to his dick.
He tries to distract himself, looking at the posters and trinkets in the room, praying Florence doesn't notice the tent in his shorts.
"You're getting hard while I give you a tattoo? I take it you like pain?"
So much for him not noticing.
He peeks at Florence and sees that the loc'd boy isn't even looking at him, concentrating on the Luna ghost on his hip. "I'm not ha-fuck!"
Nick doesn't know if he moaned in pain from the needle, or if he moaned from Florence palming him. "Really? You're not hard? Then what am I palming right now? You're wallet?"
When Nick doesn't answer, Florence looks up, a smug grin on his face. "What? Cat got your tongue?"
"You're so fucking ann-" another moan is followed by his words and this time, he knows for certain it's due to the hand on his dick.
"You love it though." Florence goes back to tattooing as if his hand isn't resting on his boyfriend's boner.
Nick is shocked by Florence's ability to act like nothing is going on.
Nick closes his eyes and grunts when the needle goes a bit deeper than expected. His hips jerk making Florence quickly pull the tattoo gun away.
"You need to stop moving!"
"Kind of hard not to when your hand is literally resting on my dick!" Nick seethes through gritted teeth, irritation and arousal in his voice. florence hums and goes back to tattooing, ignoring Nick's irritation like he always does.
He keeps his hands to himself, well, to the best of his ability considering he has to touch Nick.
It's silent for the most part, the only noises being the buzzing of the tattoo gun, the music over the speakers, and light moans and groans from Nick.
Casual peeks are given by Florence, watching the way his eyes move from behind his lids, watching his jaw clench as he swallows, and the way his mouth opens slightly to gasp when the needle stabs a little deeper.
All of it goes straight to Florence’s dick, his own tent forming in his sweatpants.
“If you don’t make any more noise and stop moving, I’ll blow you.” Nick's eyes fly open and he whips his head towards Florence. The boy's eyes are still cast downward, focusing on the tattoo as if he didn't say anything.
“W-what?”
“You heard me, if you’re a good boy and stay silent and stop moving, I’ll blow you. If you don’t listen, then it’s off the table-“ Florence looks through his lashes and licks his lips, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“So? What do you say?”
Nick's dick only gets harder, the tent rising even more. It was no secret between the two that Nick loved receiving head from the boy. The way his plump lips wrapped around the tip of his dick and his tongue swirled always sent him over the edge.
Florence clicks his tongue, "I'll take that as a yes?"
His mouth runs dry at the thought, only being able to give a short nod as a response
“Good boy, now lay back and relax.”
The session continues, and it seems like Florence is pressing harder than before in attempts to get Nick to crack. Nick does his best to stay quiet, biting his lip raw and taking deep and shakey breaths.
A soft whimper falls from Nick's mouth when Florences's hand grazes his bulge. Nick tenses hoping the boy didn't hear it
Eventually, Florence finishes the tattoo and wipes it down, smiling at his work. He put the saniderm on and takes off his gloves, throwing the latex away.
"All done! What do you think?" Florence scoots back in his chair as Nick stands up. He walks over to the mirror and smiles at the ink on his hip. "You like it?" Florence walks up behind him, tracing the ink over the saniderm. Nick smiles and nods, very satisfied with the ghost.
"Yeah, you did good-" he turns around and presses his body against Florence, "-and I was good too."
Florence smirks and pulls away from the shorter boy, "no you weren't." Nick watches in confusion as Florence begins to clean up the station. "uhh yes I was."
"No, you whimpered, you thought I didn't hear it but I did. Now come on, let's get your stuff and go." Nick blocks the door, stopping Florence from leaving.
"That's not fair! You touched me and you expect me not to moan?" Florence sits down on the surgical bed, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Nick walks closer to him, his eyes pleading for the other boy to touch him.
Suddenly Nick is yanked forward and a hand is on his crotch. Florence palms him, watching as his eyes flutter shut. "This is what's going to happen, I'm going to blow you-" Nick's eyes snap open as a grin forms on his face. "-but the same rules apply. No noise." Nick huffs but agrees anyway.
He's desperate at this point, the tent in his shorts starting to hurt.
Florence pushes him back slightly and sinks to his knees, still palming him. He pulls down nicks shorts and boxers, wrapping his hand around nicks, aching cock.
Nick takes in a shaky breath and closes his eyes as Florence begins to jerk him off. “You want my mouth?” Nick opens his mouth to answer but quickly closes it remembering the rules. Florence snickers before taking Nick in his mouth.
Nick bites his lip and grips onto the surgical bed, his knuckles turning white. Florence hollows his cheeks as his head moves up and down, his tongue working diligently around Nick's shaft.
Nick's having a hard time staying quiet, biting both his lip and tongue, holding his breath, all he can do is let out soft pants and breathe heavily.
Florence wants him to crack, he always found it entertaining when Nick lost. He enjoyed watching the blonde get worked up and frustrated. He removes his hand and deepthroats Nick, starting to fondle his balls.
Nick's head lulls back as he bucks his hips, a moan almost escaping his mouth. Florence pulls back and circles his tongue around the tip, enjoying the bucking of Nick's hips. “Come on, you know you want to moan,” Nick looks down at Florence with a nasty look.
“You close?” He nods, his chest rapidly moving up and down. Florence’s hand finds its way back to Nick's shaft, rubbing his thumb all over the tip.
“Mmm, I guess I’ll let you cum since you finally followed the rules. You know, you’re really hardheaded.”
Before Nick could even fix his lips to say something snarky, Florence quickly takes Nick back in his mouth, bobbing his head at a fast pace to get Nick to his climax. Nick moans loudly at how fast Florence is moving, the lewd slurping noises mixed with Florence’s moans around him sending him right over the edge.
“Shit-“ Florence stops and looks up at Nick, a warm feeling spreading through his chest as he watches Nick finally have his orgasm.
His head hangs low, his lips parted slightly as his eyes clench shut. His cheeks have a soft hue of pink as well, only getting brighter as he comes down.
Florence pulls off of Nick, swallowing the seed in his mouth and raising to his feet. “See? It wasn’t that hard to follow directions.” Nick ignores him and pulls his pants up, still trying to catch his breath.
“You’re an asshole.”
“You love it,” Florence plants a quick kiss to Nick's lips, the blonde breaking out into a soft smile. The two walk out of the back room with all of their things passing by a few faces.
“How does the new tattoo look kid?” Florence’s dad Gerald stops them at the desk. “It looks good, I love it.”
“I’m shocked you all didn’t stop halfway, I heard you moaning and groaning back there. Florence has a tendency to be a bit heavy-handed.”
Nick freezes in embarrassment. He doesn’t have a chance to say anything before Florence flicks his dad off, spewing something along the lines of “hush it, old man,” and grabbing Nick's arm to drag him out of the shop.
“Flo your dad heard me!”
“Why do you think I told you to shut up and not make noise? Now get in the car, I want to go home and take a nap.”
Nick Nation I hope I didn’t disappoint yall!!!!
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PLEASE I NEED A DOM NICK FIC WITH SLUTTY FEM BOY READER RIGHT NOWW
Make it better.
Summary: Nick helps his boy (you) feel better after a long day.
TW: NSFW, cursing.
Note: this is not body neutral sadly (remember that you are always welcome to make requests)
Today was tiring, I had been studying a lot lately yet my grades aren’t improving much, I had been getting in trouble at work because I am tired most of the time. I feel bad, and I need to rest, I collapse on my couch when I arrive at my place and take out my phone to check my notifications, I see that Nick was sending me texts when I was getting home.
Future Husband
>I know you are getting back to your house, so when you arrive text me
>I bought you something haha, it’s a lil surprise
>btw, how are you? Tell me about your day, wanna call???
I sigh while reading his messages.
Hi babe. Thanks, that’s so kind of you and I don’t wanna talk about my day, I feel kinda shitty. Tell me about yours. <
Nick answers 5 minutes later.
>I’m on my way.
What? I try to call him but he doesn’t answer. Twenty minutes later I hear someone knocking at my door, I open it and I see Nick standing there, with a warm smile on his face a gift bag whit a rose in his other hand.
‘’They ran out of bouquets; this is all they had. Can I come in?’’ his words are soft and I let him in.
‘’Why did you come?’’
‘’I wanted to make you feel better. I though maybe the gift and some company will cheer you up. Also, I know that when you are stressed out you can’t sleep well, so I’m making sure you sleep tonight.’’ He sets the rose on my dining table and I walk to him, his arms open and I immediately hug him. ‘’I’m here, I’ll make it better.’’
‘’Thank you. I love you.’’
‘’I love you more.’’ Nick kisses my head. ‘’Let’s go to your room so you can open your gift.’’ He grabs my hand and leads us to my room. Nick closes the door behind him and I sit on the bed. ‘’I think you’ll love it.’’ He grins.
‘’Well, let me see what it is.’’ I say eagerly. He rolls his eyes and hands me the bag while sitting besides me. ‘’Nick, are you kidding?’’ I take out a black mini skirt and I see him smile proudly. ‘’This doesn’t cover anything.’’
‘’I know, that’s the point.’’
‘’How am I gonna wear this?’’ I look at it and my cheeks turn red.
‘’Well, you can only wear it for me.’’ He winks playfully at me. ‘’Go put it on, preferably with nothing underneath.’’ he laughs quietly. I walk to my bathroom to change, I take out my jeans and I put the skirt on, it barely covers my ass. I slowly slide down my boxers and I walk out of the bathroom with one hand pulling down the skirt from the front. ‘’Aww, come one. Don’t be shy, there is nothing I haven’t seen.’’ I walk towards Nick, standing between his spread legs and he puts his hands behind my thighs, pulling me closer to him.
‘’It’s too shirt, Nick.’’ I say putting my other hand on his shoulder to steady myself.
‘’No, it’s not. Like I said, it’s only for my and your eyes.’’ His thumbs rub my warm skin. ‘’Come on, sit on my lap. I’ll make you feel good, I’ll help you forget about all those bad things.’’ My cheeks get warm again, I sit on his lap, my arms go around his neck and his hand travel up to my lower back.
‘’Where did you even bought this?’’
‘’Just around.’’ He giggles and kisses my cheek. ‘’Come on, it looks great on you.’’ One of Nicks hands leaves my back and goes to my face, inching it closer to his, and finally kissing me.
His lips are soft and they taste like watermelon. My hands instinctively go to his hair, playing with is, whole arm wraps around me pulling me closer to him, the hand that was previously on my face goes to my upper thigh. The kiss gets more and more intense, my hips roll and buckle against his and I can fell him getting hard below me.
‘’Nick.’’ I mumble between kisses.
‘’Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.’’ He whispers near my lips.
‘’I want you. Please.’’ I confess, my body longing for his touch.
‘’Good boy.’’ He turns to the bed and gently lays me down on it. ‘’Take off your shirt.’’ I obey and toss it on the floor. Nick takes off his shirt and undoes his pants. He places himself between my legs, his hands massaging my sides gently, his lips kissing my neck and collarbone, biting from time to time. His hands make their way to my aching length, his hand moving slowly up and down, my hips buckling a bit.
‘’Shit, Nick.’’
‘’I know baby, I know. Give me time.’’ I whine and he kisses me again, slowly and so passionately. His strokes get a bit faster and I moan into his mouth. ‘’Now, open up for me.’’ My mouth open and he puts two of his fingers in, I suck and whine into them. ‘’Good job, honey.’’ Nick kisses my check and pulls his fingers out slowly. ‘’Alright, take a deep breath.’’ I nod, and while I do I feel both of his fingers enter my hole, I gasp and he shushes me. ‘’It’s okay, I know. You are doing amazing.’’ My back arches and he presses his thumb against my sensitive tip.
‘’Fuck.’’ I mumble, his fingers moving slowly inside of me. ‘’More. Please.’’ Nick smiles warmly and moves his fingers faster, pumping them in and out faster and faster, his other hand moving again, I feel some precum falling into my stomach and my back arches more. ‘’Please, want you.’’
‘’Yeah? Want me to make you feel good?’’ I nod, my fixated on the way his hands move.
‘’Yes, yes, please.’’
‘’Whatever you want, baby.’’ his hands stop, a whine leaves my mouth, his hand reaches to my nightstand and from the drawer he takes a bottle of lube. ‘’You are so good for me.’’ He slips his pans and boxers down enough to take his hard cock out, one hand pumping it slowly, the other opening the bottle and putting it into his length. After coating all of it he inches closer to me and I feel his warmth close to me. His breath hitches when he pushes in, eyes rolling back and my hands dig into his forearms. ‘’Shit, so tight.’’
After a few seconds Nick starts moving, his hips don’t bother to built up the speed, he is slamming into me as soon as he can. Moans and curses slip out our mouth, my knees allmouth touch my shoulders, his strong arms pushing from behind my knees. ‘’That’s it, take it. So good for me, such a mess for me.’’ The room is filled with wet sounds and moans, my mind dizzy with desire, I whine and my legs tremble, I feel my warmth spill all over my chest and stomach. Nicks hips go slower.
‘’More, need more.’’ I look at him in the eyes, my cheeks red and my hair messy.
‘’Turn around, ass up.’’ He lets go of my legs and I turns around, I bury my head into the pillow I use my knees to rise my hips. ‘’Good boy.’’ Nick says and I feel a spank on my thigh. He slides in but doesn’t move. ‘’Go on, you wanted more, fuck yourself on it.’’ His voice his demanding, I feel myself twitching in excitement. My hips start to roll and move forward then slamming into his, my moans are muffled by the pillow, it’s messy and my legs grow tired quickly. ‘’What’s wrong? need some help?’’ his hands go to my hips, gripping and massaging them.
‘’Please, please. Help me, need you, please.’’
‘’Since you asked so nicely.’’ He slams into me, knocking the air out of me. His trusts are quick and deep, I feel my eyes water and my back arches more and more. ‘’Come one, one more. Give me one more.’’ I can’t control myself; his hands feel so good around me. His trust become sloppy and uneven, his breath heavy and his grip on me tighter. “Shit, fuck. Close.’’ I let myself go again, my high moan muffled and my legs almost give out on me. ‘’That’s it, good boy.’’ Nick pants out, a few slams more and he pulls out, I feel it run all over my back. I turn around and lay on my back, my breath uneven and a few hairs sticking to my face. ‘’Good job baby.’’ Nick kisses my cheek.
‘’Feels so good, you’re so warm.’’ I mumble wrapping my arm around his neck.
‘’I’m glad baby. I’ll clean us up, okay?’’
‘’No… not yet.’’
‘’Why not?’’
‘’Want more… Need more, please, can I get more of you?’’ I ask against the crook of his neck.
‘’How can I say no to my pretty boy?’’
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FAMILY DINNER PART2
Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned
Tw: Swearing, physical altercation, mentions of blood, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed, lmk if I missed something
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The rest of the dinner was just as awkward as you'd thought it'd be. You can't really come back from your father implying you and your boyfriend just fucked in the bathroom of your childhood home, at the first family 'reunion' in 2 years.
So there you sat, eating your food in silence, waiting -no- begging, that someone cut the tension.
And finally someone does. And as they say, careful what you wish for.
"How many plates have you had, dear?" Your mom asked, looking up from her plate. You look back at her, before glancing at your plate and back to at her again.
"This is my second." You say, mouth full of food. You were thankful that people took your mother's talking as an invitation to also continue their conversations.
"Maybe we should slow down, you know? Save room for dessert, which you clearly don't need." She smiles, as if what she said was the best piece of advice she'd ever given anyone.
Her comments always bothered you, no matter how much you were told to ignore them. But when it came to your weight, it hurt the most. The comments were the worst in high school, as you were a little heavier than the average petite high schooler. But it was never as serious as your mom made it. So when you were a sophomore in high school, you developed an eating disorder, where you couldn't eat even if you tried, where you spent hours crying in front of the mirror, wishing you were skinnier to fit your mother's impossible expectations.
You fought that battle for years, 3 years to be exact. Your mom couldn't help because she saw nothing wrong with what you were doing. She would say, 'It's worth it.' And when you're young, you tend to believe everything your parents say because they'd 'never hurt you.' So after you moved out, Chris helped you get help, and you won your long and cruel battle. Obviously, you still have your days and your moments, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Not with your new family. People who actually cared.
"S'cuse me?" You say, your voice laced with agitation.
"Well, honey, you don't want to get fat again, do you?" She said, shoveling broccoli into her mouth.
You had stopped chewing completely, making sure you heard her correctly. You looked over at Chris, who was looking at your mom with his jaw clenched. You look back at your mom and out your hand on Chris's thigh as to tell him to relax.
You felt him put his hand over yours and squeeze, a symbol of reassurance.
You sit back in your seat, looking at your plate in defeat. Guess you were done for the night. But your dad wasn't. In fact, your dad was drunk.
"Oh, honey, leave her alone. She's not nearly as huge as she used to be." He slurred, taking another sip from his beer.
"Okay, this isn't neces-" you start, only to be cut off by your parents. Shocker.
"What do you mean? I mean, look at her, David. She's just as big as she was in high school." You mom says gesturing to you.
Your heart dropped, anger and embarrassment filling your veins. "What the fuck, mom?!" You cry out. "Not only is that something you shouldn't say about people, especially your fucking kid, but I'm also right in front of you. At least have some decency to shit-talk me in private." You remove your hand from your boyfriends lap.
Your mom looks at you in shock, and your dad squints at you. "Woah, woah, relax dear. It's not only your fault. You can't help it." She said, reaching for your hand.
You pull your hand away, a look of disgust covering your face. "I don't want to hear that, mom, why's my weight always been a big fucking obsession of yours?" You snap. You feel Chris's hand on your thigh, which you push off quickly. Usually, when you're angry, the last thing you wanted was to be touched.
"It's not my fault. You were huge. I was trying to help you. Nobody wants a pig as their bride, y/n." She spits. Her words feel like daggers, stabbing into your heart.
"You weren't trying to help. You were doing this for yourself. You never cared about it. You only did it because it made you look good to have skinny, petite children. I'm not you or any of them." You gesture to you siblings. The conversations had stopped by now, all of them watching as you and your parents bickered. Embarrassing. "You're a selfish bitch, who never cared about anybody else but herself a-"
"Hey! You watch how you speak to your mother!" Your dad stands up, and instinctively, so did you and your siblings. James and Peter were the first up, while Julia walked over and made sure Maya wasn't in the room.
Nick, Matt, and Chris all stood up too, but they weren't sure what to do, which you would've found funny, but considering the circumstances...
"Let's all relax, okay." Peter attempts to butt in. He's always been so soft-spoken, but if he needs to, he'll beat the shit outta someone. You knew what he was capable of. You'd seen it when your first boyfriend cheated on you.
Your dad directed his attention to Peter. "You shut the fuck up. You have no room to speak because you're a sorry excuse for a son." He drunkenly pointed at Peter.
"You're talking. You can't even see straight half the time, let alone be eligible to give advice." James, your younger brother spits.
Ah, you'd taught him well.
"You watch your mouth before I knock you the fuck out." Your dad spits, and that seems to shut James up. It breaks your heart knowing your father hadn't changed, and when you left, probably laid hands on your younger siblings. And it appears as though Peter's heart broke, too.
Peter stepped closer to your dad, with the same face of anger you'd seem many times before. "You hit them too, Dad? After what you promised!?" He said, his voice raised.
It was all too much. There are too many memories, too many flashbacks. There are too many similarities of past events.
"O-okay, Peter, relax." You attempt, knowing how fast this could escalate. You hold Chris's hand and squeeze tightly.
"Yeah, listen to the pig, Peter." Your father gritted his teeth.
"With all due respect, sir, I'm gonna need you to stop calling your daughter a pig." You hear an unexpected voice. Chris.
Your dad whips his head, staring at Chris with his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. Little did he know, Chris played hockey, and his brothers, who wouldn't hesitate to jump in, also played hockey.
"Chri-" You start.
"No, no, I'd like to hear what he has to say." Your father mocks.
"No! No, please let's just sto-" you get cut off again.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N." Your dad yells, taking very quick steps to you.
Chris stood in front of you, Peter and James behind your father.
"Move." He growled at Chris.
Chris sucked his teeth, with fake disappointment on his face. "Sorry, can't do that one, sir."
Your dad huffed, allowing Chris to smell every sip of alcohol he'd drunk. "Move." He stated again.
Chris shook his head. "That's my daughter! Get the fuck out of the way, tough guy."
Chris cocked his head. "Really, because based off what I've seen, you sure don't talk to her like it." He spoke, his voice calm, but stern.
That was it. Your dad snapped. He swung his fist, hitting Chris in the nose. "Dad! What the fuck!" You say.
You watch as Chris doubles over, holding his nose, followed by yelling from everyone in the room. You can't understand anything, but you do know that your dad's got his hands around your collar and is holding you close to his face.
You feel the tears start to fall as the scent of alcohol burns your nose. "You're a little bitch, letting this puny excuse of a man speak to me like that."
"Let her go, dad!" James screamed, followed by Peter's yelling.
You look over and make eye contact with your mom. She stood there, arms crossed, not a single expression on her face. She just let it happen.
Your dad shook you. "LOOK AT ME." He shouted in your face. You closed your eyes, as tears began to fall.
"CHRIS NO!" Nick yells. That's all you hear before you dropped. You didn't realize he was choking you until he let go. You look up and see Chris on top of your dad, landing blows like he if were in a hockey game. Your dad got a few heavy punches in, too, as you expected.
Chris had a bloody nose, a bloody lip, and crimson knuckles. Blood stained his big hands, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your father's.
Matt and Nick finally managed to push Chris out of the house, leaving you and your family. Your dad was still screaming drunk profanities, while James made sure you were okay. Peter and your mom held your dad back from chasing your boyfriend.
You had walked out of the dining room and went to sit on the stairs. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself slip into a familiar but unfamiliar trance. You were completely unaware of your surroundings at this point, so lost in your brain that the rest of your body was just frozen.
You don't know how long you are disassociating for, but you heard muffled shouting until you didn't. The yelling was replaced with ringing, something your brain did as a coping mechanism, mostly when you were young and hiding with your siblings in the bathroom while your dad trashed your home.
"-aby, can you take a deep breath from me?" You look up, but your vision is blurred, and you can't make out who's speaking - or anything for that matter.
You blink slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It usually took you a while to come back to reality during these moments.
"Can someone get her a cup of water?" You hear the voice again, and despite your yearning to speak, you can't get any words out. Your mouth opens, and you try to speak, but it comes out more of a choked whine.
"Shh, I know, sweetheart, it's okay." Chris wipes the tears coming for your cheeks. Your pupils were enlarged, and your eyes were open, but you couldn't see.
"Thank you." Chris muttered as Matt handed him a cup of ice water. "Here, baby." He put his hands in the icy water, shaking them, so his hands are damp. He took your hands, which had a death grip on your hoodie, and rubbed his cold fingers over your knuckles.
You focused on the feeling of his frigid fingers and you felt yourself coming back to reality.
You blink quickly as more tears fall. "Aw ma, don't cry, it's okay, sweetheart." Chris coos, placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs on the bone.
His attempts to ground you are successful, as your eyes finally focus on his eyes. "Hey, hey, you coming back to me, baby?" Chris asks, his voice soothingly attempting to comfort you.
You nod absent-mindedly, relief flooding your body as you come back to reality.
You take in your surroundings for the first time in what felt like forever. You're sat on the stairs, your hands shaking from the adrenaline flowing through your veins.
You finally make eye contact with Chris, his eyes full of love and worry. He's got a bruise on the side of his face, a busted lip, and blood falling from his nose, smeared on his upper lip.
"Chris..." you say, cupping his face, rubbing his cheeks down to his lip, frowning when he winced. "Baby..."
He pulls away, chuckling lightly. "It's fine, baby, I'm okay. I just wanted to make sure you were safe." He squeezed your hips in reassurance.
"I'm okay." You say. But then your mind screams at you. "Fuck, where's Maya... an-and, James. Oh, fuck, what about Julia and Pet-" your cut off by Chris's lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss, your hands trailing down his neck.
He pulls away and smiles sadly. "Thank you." You whisper, looking down. "Anytime, baby. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, leaning his forehead on yours.
You shake your head. "It's okay, he's a fucking asshole." Chris kisses your cheek. "Let's get outta here? I made a little bit of a mess."
You raise your eyebrows. "A little?" Chris kisses his teeth and scoffs.
You smile and kiss his cheek. "Anybody would've done it, Chris. It's okay, really." You speak softly.
Chris smiles and helps you up. "Let's go home." He leads you down the stairs and reaches for the door.
But it opens before he can open it.
"Oh my god."
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(Man, I wonder who that is)
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BRO NRO BRO WHY WAS THAT NOISE KINDA…
HAHAHAGSHEYJSNDURKWUDJ BRO IM IM NOT OKAY WHAT. NICK. HOLY SHIT
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Writers' recommendation from vante ♡
As asked by an anon, I did a short list of my favorite writers on tumblr, who write for the Sturniolo Triplets and Harry Styles fandom, since it's the ones that I most consume in here 🩷
PS.: I didn't separate specific fics that I like because I absolutely adore all fics from the writers I've listed below, and I highly recommend all of them!! 😚 but if yall want specific fics, I can always do it as well!!
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~ Sturniolo Triplets:
- @worldlxvlys
- @ciarasturn1
- @chaosisalwayscrying
- @soursturniolo
- @scarssturniolo
- @thugpugs4lrh
- @patscorner
- @strniohoeee
- @greatooglymooglyyy
- @strawberrysturniolo
- @evieolo
- @muwapsturniolo
- @55sturn
- @lovingmattysposts
- @rootbeerworshiper
~ Harry Styles:
- @erodasfishtacos (my protegé 😭)
- @fkinavocado
- @satanhalsey
- @meetmymouth
- @watchmegetobsessed
- @finelinevogue
- @freedomfireflies
- @havethetimeofyourstyles
- @avatar-anna
- @harrysfolklore
- @moonchildstyles
- @lukesaprince
- @stylesharrys
- @signoferoda
- @watermelonsugacry
the HS fandom here on tumblr has the best writers on this whole app. they should be writing books at this point, I swear 😭✋🏻
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I feel like there aren’t enough Nick stories out there, so I’m grouping here all the ones that I could find for anyone that wants them.
Smut
Original character
Angst
Star’s favs ★
Series
Scared To Love
Rich Stupid Highschool Kids
★ Ice Cold Secret
This House Is Not A Home
★ The Influencer
Blondie P1 P2
Late Night Drive P1 P2
Nick x Jasper
Nick x Jake
Snaps / texts / headcanons
Snaps You’d Get As Nick’s Bf P1 P2
Boyfriend Hcs
Snaps You'd Get From bffs!matt & Chris As Nicks
Boyfriend P1 P2
sub!nick Headcanons
dom!nick Headcanons
bf!nick Sturniolo Headcanons
NSFW Headcanons P1 P2
★ Snaps You’d Get As Nick’s Bf
Snaps With bf!nick
Imagine Being In A Relationship With Nicolas Sturniolo P1 P2
Texts With bf!nick
Snaps As Nick’s Bf
Nick NSFW Abc’s
★ Nerdy Nick Headcanons
Nick x muslim!bf Headcanons
Oneshots
Surprise
Keep Looking Baby
★ Nick Sturniolo x ftm!reader
Handsome
Photobooth
Ride Me
Hickeys
Lovesick
My Boy
Carnival Date
Drunk
Creep
Snow Angel
Carnival
Get To It
Pink In The Night
Kiss Kiss
Mine All Mine
Care For You
Never Say Sorry
Lick
★ Tied Up
I Mean It
First For Everything
Wedding Day
★ Late Night Walk
Make You Mine
Tiktok Trends
Insecure
One More
Chasers And The Game For My Heart
Painted Nails
★ Under Love’s Heavy Burden Do I Sink
Bathroom
Puck Bunny
★ Starkissed
Bestfriend’s Brother
Greened Out
Eye Roll
Kitchen Accident
Jealousy
Piss Off Your Parents
Accidental Confession
Honorable mentions
Hickeys 🙏
Idk tbh
Rough Sex
You’re Dating Nick Sturniolo And This Is Your Gallery
Your Camera Roll As Nick’s Bf
Disclaimer: These are not mine, credits to all the authors!!
If you find any more that aren’t on here please tell me to add them<3
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Ride Me
Nick Sturniolo x Male Reader Smut
Contains: Anal sex, top!reader, bottom!nick, fingering, rimming, riding, overstimulation (?)
Word count: 2,112 words
Disclaimer: minors dni. will contain grammar mistakes, english is not my first language. this is FICTION, not a tutorial for gay sex.
Both of you stumble into his bedroom, attached at the lips, your hands tucked into Nick’s back pockets and him clinging onto your biceps to keep upright. You manage to guide you both to his bed without having to disconnect your lips. You thank god internally that the both of you didn’t bump or trip into anything.
It takes you both about two seconds to get each other’s clothes off as soon as you made it onto the bed. You eagerly reached into his bedside drawer for lube and a condom, looking to Nick in question, and waiting for his nod of approval. You kiss down Nick’s chest and licks over his nipples while flicking open the lube, causing him to let out a weak breathy moan.
Your mouth travels down to his hipbone and he bucks up to the sensitivity of the area, but he whines and presses you to stop teasing. You chuckle at his display of desperateness, so you waste no time in pressing a wet finger in, already warm, watching the way he throws his head back as his toes curl in pleasure.
You start out slow, you just let the tips of your fingers sink in, until he is begging for more. You twist your wrist and screws your fingers in hard, right up to the knuckle, relentless, making him gasp and moan. “Ohhhh fuck,” he sounds so sweet you desperately need to taste him.
“You okay?” and pull your fingers out.
“Yeah,” Nick pants, lifting his head up. You pull his legs farther apart, lifting him up halfway and draping his long legs over your shoulders. “Are you gonna–” Nick’s words get cut off on a mewl as you spread him open and prod your tongue inside. You slide a finger back inside of him as well, beside your tongue, and then add another, stretching him wide open. Nick thrashes in your grasp, gasping and arching his back as you finger and tongue-fuck him at the same time.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sounds like he’s going to cry, beautiful face flushed red. He looks absolutely gorgeous with his head thrown back against the sheets, hair forming a halo around his angelic face, thighs wrapped around your head.
You back up to give yourself more room, scissoring Nick open now with two fingers with the aid of your tongue. You wish you could actually look at him while eating him out. Nick with his fluffy hair in disarray, blue eyes hazy in pleasure, puffy bitten lips, fisting your hair in his hands as he moans, looking like something right out of a porno. Classy, quality porno.
Your dick is rock hard that it’s painful. You pull your fingers out again, moving up Nick’s flushed body, licking from his stomach to one of his taut nipples. You take one into your mouth, sucking on the puckered nub, and pinches at the other one with his thumb and index finger, wet from lube. You give the nipple in your mouth a tiny nip, dragging your mouth away and up to speak into his ear, “You’re ready?”
He nods right away, pushing you back to get you off from on top of him, “Wanna ride you.”
You had to swallow the moan from just imagining it as you settle against the pillows, half sitting up.
Nick climbs onto your lap and you go to grab the condom but he beats you to it. He rips it open and wastes no time in rolling it on you. A few squeezes of lube was poured onto your cock and he stroked you slowly and twisting both his fists around you to even the lube throughout the length, making you close your eyes and let out a breathy moan. He scoots forward so that your cock is nudging right at his hole, then he takes a deep breath before he starts sinking down, slowly.
You swear you come this close to actually blacking out from how tight he is. It’s so fucking good.
“Fuck,” Nick hisses, once he’s about halfway down. “You’re so big. Feels fucking amazing.” Then he drops his full weight onto your lap, pushing down on your cock so he’s seated properly, trembling and gasping. His hands are clutching the headboard, then your shoulders, then he drags his nails down your chest till you fuck up into him on instinct. You draw him in close, until you’re both cheek to cheek, the brunette is panting into your ear, still working his hips in little fits and starts, clenching and unclenching.
“Feels good?” you make sure.
“So good,” Nick answers, between dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses on your jaw. “Baby, baby, fuck.”
Nick buries his face in your neck, starting to ride you so hard he’s already out of breath, heart pounding against your chest. You flit your hands over his back and ass and pulls on his hair, sweaty and soft. You get a grip in those locks and yank Nick’s head back so you can see his face, his red cheeks, hazy blue eyes and slack mouth.
And then he is pulling off of your cock, out of nowhere. You grunt in confusion, so he presses a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling at you until you get the message and move down the bed, so you’re lying flat on the mattress and he is hovering over you, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes.
He sinks back down on your cock and mumbles into your skin, “Like– this, please?” He’s breathless, his words getting cut off by gasps as he draws figure eight’s with his hips.
He leans forward until he’s braced with his elbows on either side of you, churning his hips on your cock, grinding down and squeezing rhythmically, blowing your fucking mind. He’s moving back and forward on your cock so hard that the entire bed is squeaking and slamming hard against the wall on each churn of his hips.
He sits back up and scrapes his nails down your chest as he bounces on your cock. He slams his body down, over and over, the sound echoing around the bedroom. His necklace is bouncing against his chest as he rides your cock, his breath quickening more and more.
“Fuck,“ you said, hands sliding up and down his sweaty back, as he clenches around your cock particularly hard. "Christ, you’re so fucking good at this.”
Nick whimpers, moves his head down to nudge at your cheek until you get the hint and presses your mouths together. “You feel so good. So good,” he pants.
Then Nick starts clenching around your cock on each drop down, making you feel like your dick is going to fucking explode from how gloriously hot, wet and tight he feels around you.
“Yeah, yeah,” you pant, moving your hand along the curve of the brunette’s waist. “Just like that, fuck.”
Nick clenches even harder, making you inhale sharply and grip at his hips. “Are you close?” Nick asks.
“Yeah, fuck,” you pant out. “Are you?”
“Ye-yes,” he stutters, hands coming to rest on your shoulders, mewling as your cock hits his prostate.
You squeeze Nick’s hips, fucking back into him and meeting him with a thrust every time he drops down. His eyes flutter shut as he lifts himself up, rotating his hips before dropping back down. His hair is all over his face, and his lips are rosy red from where he’s been biting at them trying to keep quiet. A very futile attempt when his moans just keeps getting higher in pitch every time he feels a wave of pleasure from your dick hitting his prostate.
“C’mon, baby,” you take a deep breath, dig your hands in and helps Nick along. “Want you to come on my cock.”
He moans, spreads his thighs as much as he can as he picks back up his fast and hard pace where he had slowed down a bit. He’s got sweat beginning to drip down his chest, and you can’t help but lift your head and lick across the skin. Nick’s rhythm stutters, and you move your head down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Baby,” Nick gasps out, grinds down into your lap while you guide him back and forth. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?” you pant, lowering your head to the pillow. Nick nods frantically and his bounces are getting messy and he’s losing his rhythm, clenching and unclenching around your cock at odd times and you are going to fucking die if you don’t get to come soon. You drag your hand from his nipple down to his dick and stroked, “Come on, babe, come for me.”
Nick moans loud enough that you are positive his brothers heard him, and then he’s coming between you and him, crying out and frantically bouncing on you, riding out his orgasm.
“So good, fuck, Nick,” you grunt, planting your feet on the bed to fuck up into the tight, clenching heat of Nick’s body.
Nick goes with it, lets you keep him in place by keeping a firm hold on his hips, frantically fucking into his oversensitive body slowly coming down from his own orgasm.
“Fuck,” you groan moving your head to suck a mark into the skin of Nick’s jaw.
He tilts his head, gives you better access as your cock moves inside him, “Come on, fuck me hard,” he encourages.
“Shit, Nick,” your legs are shaking with exertion as you try to fasten the pace. It seems as if now that Nick’s come, he wants you to do all the work, has stopped moving on your cock. It’s when he squeezes around you one more time and snaps his hips forward that you come, letting out a loud groan. Nick kisses you and you bite into his lip hard as you rabbit your hips, your upper body curling inwards as you pump up into the beautiful boy on your lap, working through your orgasm, his tight body milking you dry.
You both catch your breaths after you’re done. His eyes are closed and his body goes pliant, clearly ready to shut down.
“Let me clean you up, baby,” you whisper in his ear, and he nods with his eyes still closed. You press a kiss to his forehead then you turn both of you around so Nick is laying on his back as you pull out, making him hiss slightly from oversensitivity.
You try to go to the toilet to take off the condom and get a rag to clean yourself and him with, but Nick is whiny and extra clingy after sex so he makes puppy eyes and you almost gave in but the cum on your stomach is tacky and will definitely be gross in the morning if not cleaned.
“Ugh, fine,” he gives up and you chuckle. You can’t believe the sassy and grumpy Nick who can and will fight anyone can become putty and sweet for you.
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The next morning, you wake up first with your arms around the other boy’s waist, his back warm on your chest. You squint around to find your phone and see that it’s already half past 11. You also got a message from Matt.
Matt
Yo, you and nick want some mac and cheese? Me and chris made some
You wrapped your hands back to your boyfriend’s waist and try to softly wake him up. “Babe?” Nick hums to answer.
“Matt and Chris just made some lunch, you wanna go down to eat?” Nick burrows his face further into the pillow, “I’m hungry but I don’t think I can move.”
You chuckle, “You big baby, fine I’ll go down to take it.” You stood up to put on your underwear on the floor and sweatpants that you took from Nick’s closet.
As you arrive at the kitchen, you meet both Chris and Matt sitting down and munching on their cooking. “Hey guys,” you greeted them while taking two bowls from the drawer to scoop up some of the Mac and Cheese.
“Suuuup,” Chris answers back, with a smug grin on his face. “Nice tattoos on your chest.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before looking down to see the red marks on your chest. Both Matt and Chris laugh at how your face turns beet red as you realize that you basically just showed them evidence of last night’s session.
“Shit, sorry guys,” you said while laughing. Matt replies, “It’s fine, man, but tell your boyfriend to quiet down next time, Jesus, he sounded like he was dying.” I mean, he did go to heaven.
Chris let out a boisterous laugh at that, “Man, even I heard it from downstairs.”
You finished scooping the delicious smelling dish into the two bowls and turned towards them with one bowl in each hand, shrugging your shoulders and replying, “Well, guess my dick’s just that good.”
You can still hear their explosive laughter as you walk back upstairs.
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Dom!Nick HeadCanons
nick x male!reader
requested by @nicksmainbitch ✩
disclaimer: this is all fictional and based off of my own conclusions.
warnings: not proofread. nsfw. mentions of choking, slapping, spitting, overstimulation, and degradation.
NSFW
♔ he doesn’t take on the dominant role a lot, but when does, he goes all in
♔ as a dom, he enjoys mixing pleasure and pain, the line becomes very blurred when it comes to sex with him
♔ he establishes a safe word with you right away, probably something like ‘pineapple’ (idk he loves pineapple okay lmao)
♔ he’s extremely cocky (figuratively and literally)
♔ his dirty talk is on a whole other level and it’s laced with degrading words
♔ his favorite positions are doggy and missionary
♔ he has so many little kinks that turn him on when doms
♔ he’s such a tease, slowing his pace until you’re pathetically whining for him. he loves to hear you begging him for what you want.
“n-nick i-…please”
“aww is someone too fucked out to speak? good boys ask for what they want”
♔ he loves to choke you, and you love it as well, sometimes asking for it if he doesn’t do it himself
“you just love having my hand around your throat, don’t you? getting choked out like the little slut you are”
♔ he loves to pull your hair as much as he loves having his pulled
♔ when he’s sucking you off, he loves the way you tug at his strands when your cock hits the back of his throat, making him groan.
♔ when he’s fucking you from behind he loves the way your back arches for him. he’ll pull on your hair making that arch even more perfect, slapping your ass loving the way the sound echoes around the room. if there’s mirror he’ll fuck you in front of it, hooking his strong tatted arm round your neck, pulling you to his chest, whispering in your ear saying how you good you feel around him and making you watch how he fucks you numb, daring you to look away.
♔ he’s obviously more rough when he doms, thrusting into you hard and deep, and don’t even think about pushing him away or holding him back. he’ll slap your hand away, and go even harder.
“you can take it, i know you can. be a good boy for me”
♔ if it ever becomes too much though, and you have to use the safe word, he’ll stop immediately. assuring that you’re okay and that he didn’t hurt you. he’ll praise you while cleaning you up if you need it, and cuddle up next to you, giving you soft and sweet kisses.
♔ when you ride him, don’t get it twisted, he’s still very much in charge. he’s guiding your hips back and forth, slapping you or your thighs if you dare slow down. he’s holding your hips tightly in place as he fucks into you relentlessly. he’s stroking your hard cock at a steady pace, dragging his thumb across the tip, watching you unravel above him but making you ask for permission to cum for him.
“you’re shaking, baby, are you about to cum for me?”
“y-yes nick please”
“ask or i’ll stop”
“can i cum, p-please? i’m so c-close”
“good boy, make a mess for me”
♔ he loves kissing you, rough and passionate, biting on your bottom lip as he pulls away. he loves to suck and nip at your skin, leaving marks all over you.
♔ when in missionary he likes to have your legs over his shoulder giving him access to the deepest part of you, making you look him in the eyes. when he’s not pinning your hands down above your head, he’ll wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly and may even spit in your mouth.
“what a dirty little slut you are, letting me spit in your mouth. are you really that much of a whore for my cock?”
♔ he is very big on praise, mainly praises for him. he gets off on hearing how good he’s making you feel, wanting to hear every little gasp, moan, and whimper.
“nngh fuck nick, you feel so good”
“so big baby, can feel you so deep mm”
“OHH FUCK NICK! mmm right there”
“mm that’s it, baby, let everyone know how good this dick is”
♔ overstimulation is his favorite thing, he loves taking you over the edge. pulling orgasms from you one after another, making you shake with pleasure, not stopping when you say you can’t take anymore.
“i know you can give me one more. look at you, so pretty and desperate to cum for me again, let me have it, baby”
♔ if you have toys, he’ll use them on you while he fucks. placing the vibrator right on your leaking tip, as he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. letting you come so close to cumming before stopping and turning it off, smirking at the way you whine.
“mm so close. don’t worry, i’m not done with you just yet, pretty”
♔ it’s undeniable that he’s freaky, and is willing to try and give in to any fantasies you have.
♔ your pleasure is most important to him, even as a dom, loving your feedback after the night ends.
AFTERCARE
♔ he’ll carry you to the bathroom and set you on the sink while he runs a warm bath for you two
♔ while you’re waiting he’ll kiss the marks he made on you, asking if you’re hurt anywhere. you’ll reassure him that you weren’t and that he made you feel so good and you loved every second of it.
♔ he’ll get you both into the bath and clean you up while offering praises
“i’m so proud of you”
“you were so good for me, baby”
“you’re so perfect, i love you”
♔ after the bath he’ll carry you back to the bed, laying by your side as you cuddle around him with your head on his chest, he’ll pull the covers over you both, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until you fall asleep.
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Hurtful Words • Nick Sturniolo
Synopsis: Nick and his boyfriend get into a fight the night before leaving for Boston. After some of the harsh words from Nick, his boyfriend is left hurt and uncertain of his place in his boyfriends life.
Pairing: Nick x male reader/character (no y/n but also no other name used, he/him pronouns)
Tags: angst, hurt, a bit of sunshine!reader x grumpy!nick, nick has a panic attack, comfort (happy ending because I guess I'm not 100% evil yet)
Nick had been extremely stressed all day. Nothing was going right, first he woke up late and missed his meeting. Then, he went to edit a video they had prefilmed to post while him, his brothers, and his boyfriend would be in Boston, just to discover the SD card was corrupted and nothing could be salvaged from it. Next, he developed a horrible headache as he was rushing to finish up packing for the flight tomorrow morning. Now, he was getting ready to film a replacement video with his brothers right as his cheerful boyfriend strode into his bedroom. Fuck , Nick thought to himself. He had forgotten his boyfriend was coming this early.
“Hey!” his boyfriend smiled as he made his way over to him, arms open for the usual hug they’d share. Most always, his boyfriends sunny disposition made him smile, but today it just made him irrationally angry.
“Hi,” Nick responds flatly, not meeting his partners eyes as he dodged the hug and affection being offered. If Nick had been looking up he would have seen the look of confusion and concern flash across the other man’s face as his arms lowered to the side upon seeing that Nick clearly didn’t want a hug.
The other man frowns as he takes in Nick’s disheveled appearance, hair sticking up from most likely stressful tugging, a clenched jaw and tense shoulders. Knowing Nick for almost a year now, he knows his boyfriend isn’t one to immediately talk out his feelings, so he doesn’t ask but quickly concludes it must have been quite a rough day for the brunette. Usually in these situations, they’ll cuddle and relax and watch some stupid TV show, so that’s what the man suggests. To which, Nick scoffs.
“I don’t have time to just lay around with you, I need to go do my job, I have so much shit I need to do before tomorrow,” Nick gripes, moving around to grab the camera and SD cards off his desk, stuffing them into a bag to take to the car where he’s sure his brothers are already waiting for him. In packing he’d lost track of time, looking at his phone to see its already 17 minutes past the time they said they’d meet in the garage.
His boyfriend nods in understanding, seeing the obvious stress practically pouring out of every pore of his boyfriend. He reaches out a hand, gently touching Nick’s arm, trying his best to sooth him.
“is there anything I can do to help?” he asks softly.
“Jesus Christ!” Nick exclaims, feeling overwhelmed by everything all at once, like his skin is on fire and every little thing makes his head pound even harder, yaking his arm away from the other man’s touch “yknow what actually, there is. Just leave me the fuck alone for two seconds!”
The man frowns slightly, taking a step back at Nick’s sudden outburst, wrapping his own arms around him, head cooking to the side minutely.
“we’ve been apart all day? I’m just trying to help, I’m sorry sweetheart,” he says softly, trying to give him a soft smile, which just makes Nick scoff and roll his eyes again. A deep frown paints his boyfriends face at the reaction, the man tightening his arms around himself, shoulders hunching in slightly.
“And you come in here all fucking smiles and hugs. you’re just happy all the fucking time. Just this fucking ray of sunshine. Some of us fucking aren’t. Maybe this just wasn’t a good idea.” Nick spits out, his words venom. Part of his brain is yelling at him to shut up seeing the hurt look spreading over his boyfriends face, but the angry voice overshadows that one, just wanting everyone to feel has horrible as he feels.
“What? What isn’t a good idea?” the man asks him, voice small, fearing the answer. Did Nick mean him coming to Boston along with his brothers to finally meet his parents? While he had been nervous about meeting his boyfriends parents at first, in the past few days he had become quite excited. Thinking of meeting his family, his family dog too. He had bought gifts for them all, even a chew toy for Trevor. Even today, the young man had found himself daydreaming at work, thinking of how well it all might go, imagining them all sitting around a table looking at photo albums and smiling as he learns more about the past of the man he so desperately wants a future with.
Nicks quick response has those hopes shattering, along with his heart.
“This. Us. I don’t know. I just need to fucking breathe. I’m leaving to film with Chris and Matt. Bye.” Nick half yells, voice strained as he stalks his way to the door, yanking it open and slamming it shut as he leaves, leaving a tearful man standing in the middle of the room wondering where it all went so wrong.
Nick was distracted the whole entire time they were filming, overcome with guilt and regret. He had been so harsh to his boyfriend, his number one supporter, next to his family of course. Flashes of the other man’s hurt face flicker in his mind, the timid and soft nature he had taken on as Nick raged at him, a shadow of the mans usually bright and bubbly demeanor. Even when he was short with him at first, instead of just leaving, his sweet boyfriend had still apologized and compassionately offered help. And what did Nick do to show his appreciation? Told him callously that maybe them dating had been a bad idea.
That wasn’t true in the slightest. They’d been together 7 months at this point, and it had been some of the happiest months of Nick’s life. He’d experienced a happiness that he never thought he’d get even remotely close to again, and this was how he repaid the man? Throwing his cheerful and sweet nature in his face as if it was something to be ashamed of? It made him sick to his stomach to recall how he’d behaved.
Noticing their brothers distraction, Matt and Chris suggested cutting the video short, under the guise of wanting to get on good nights sleep before their early flight home. The drive home was quick and quiet as Nick thought of all the ways he’d apologize to his sweet boyfriend who had a heart almost too good to be true.
The brothers quickly said goodnight and parted ways, Nick taking the stairs two at a time to get to his room so he could ask for the man’s forgiveness. Upon opening the door, he’s met with disappointment. He had left. Nick knew he shouldn’t be surprised though. As he pulls out his phone to call the man he knew he had hurt, a bag on his bed catches his eye, along with a note. He peaks in the bag, confused upon seeing four boxes wrapped in a plain purple wrapping paper, as he picks up the letter, recognizing the handwriting and feeling his heart clench painfully in his chest as he begins to read.
Nick,
I’m sorry, I never meant to upset you. I know I can be a lot, and I understand if it’s gotten too much to deal with. I was really looking forward to seeing Boston and meeting your family. But it’d be silly for me to tag along now, at this point. I had gotten some things for your parents, Justin, and Trevor. I was hoping you’d maybe give them to them for me?
Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back for my plane ticket if it’s too late to cancel it.
Thank you for the last 7 months, they meant the world to me. You did, too.
Nick feels tears gather in his eyes, beginning to stream down his face as he sits the letter down and quickly scrolls to his contact on his phone.
"please, pick up, pick up, pick up" he mutters, sniffling as he waits and hopes he'll answer. A shred of hope blooms upon hearing his call answered answer, the soft noise of a car engine in the back. Good, maybe his boyfriend hadn't made it home yet.
"baby?" Nick sniffles slightly, voice cracking. He hears the man on the other end of the line sniffle too, and he feels his heart crack a little more. he'd made his sweetheart cry.
"what do you need, nick?" the other man asks softly and tearfully.
"I need you. please turn around, I know you’re still in the car. I'm so sorry," Nick pleads.
"it's okay Nick," he sniffles, "just give those gifts to them, please?" he asks.
"no, I'm not," Nick cries, tears streaming down his face, one hand clutching his hair as the other clutches his phone against his ear, sagging against the wall and sliding down it into a heap on the floor, his chest feeling tighter and tighter.
"okay, I'll get them back from you when you guys get back home," he offers, which just makes Nick cry harder. He really fucked up this time.
"no, no you're supposed to give them to them, I want you to, I want you to turn around and come back here so I can tell you how fucking sorry I am and kiss you and watch a stupid movie with you and then we get up and we go to Boston tomorrow morning and you get to meet my family and see where I'm from and everything and they'll love you and your little gifts and your smile that can light up a room and they'll love you because I love you," he pleads over the phone, desolving into sobs on the phone.
the other man on the line tears up again at the sweet words and obvious remorse, and he wants to respond to them but Nick is spiraling in regret and sadness and he can hear that it's getting harder for him to breathe through his cries.
he turns the car around, beginning to take a shortcut back to the triplets house.
"Nick, I need you to breathe," the man says softly, hearing the loud cries through the speakers of his car.
"No, I'm not Nick, you never call me nick when we're alone, its always Nicky or sweetheart or babe," the brunette sobs, still feeling like his relationship is slipping through his fingers, and it's his own fault.
The man grips his steering wheel a little tighter, driving a little faster.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I just need you to breathe for me, in your nose and out your mouth real slow for me okay? you know that box breathing technique I showed matt a few months ago?" he softly asks Nick.
"Yeah," Nick sniffles, breathing still shaking and disordered.
"Good baby, I'm going to count and I want you to breathe with me okay? I'm almost there but I need you to breathe for me until I get there, okay?" He asks softly.
As he continues to drive, he counts off and listens as Nick breathes with him, slight sniffles still present as he tries to focus on getting his breathing regulated with the knowledge that his boyfriend is coming back.
Nick doesn't even register the sound of his boyfriends car turning off or the sound of him using his house key to get in. his head jerks up to look up from his spot on the floor to see his boyfriend standing in his doorway. He quickly moves from his position on the floor, getting up and launching himself into his boyfriends arms.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean a fucking word I said," he sobs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly and burrowing his head into his neck, his tears wetting the skin. His boyfriend holds him just as snuggly in his arms, rubbing a soothing hand over his back as the other hand cups the back of his head softly.
"I know, its alright," the man sooths, but the words have an opposite affect on Nick, as the brunette pulls back quickly as he shakes his head.
"It's not alright! I was mean because I had a bad day and my head fucking hurts, and I hurt you. You didn't deserve that. I love you, and I love your personality and how loving and happy you are. It isnt something I or anyone should throw in your face. I should have talked to you, I should have thanked you for wanting to help me. I'm so sorry, ill be better, I'll get better at talking to you and communicating and not just blowing up at you for no reason," Nick sniffles, roughly wiping away his own tears.
"Okay, I forgive you," the other man offers softly, as he gently pulls Nick's hands away from the rough rubbing of his face.
"No! You shouldn't just forgive me, why are you being so nice right now?" Nick objects, confused by his boyfriends behavior as more tears make their way down his face.
The other man smiles softly and sadly, guiding his boyfriend over to the bed and sitting, pulling Nick down to sit right next to him. He gently guides Nicks head to rest on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around the man in a comforting embrace that Nick easily allows himself to be pulled into, the closeness easing the pain and regret in his heart.
"Let me ask you a couple things, okay? Maybe that'll help you understand why I'm forgiving you?" he offers, carding his fingers though Nick's hair softly, as he feels Nick nod and whisper is consent into his shoulder.
"Do you genuinely regret how you treated me?" A quick and firm nod from Nick.
"Do you see how hurtful your misplaced irritation can be?" Another firm nod and squeeze from Nick's arms around him is felt.
"Do you genuinely plan on working on communicating with me and being better in the future so this doesn't happen again?" Another nod and squeeze.
"Do you still love me and want to be with me, and want me to come to Boston with you?" This receives the fastest nod and squeeze of all the questions, making the man smile and turn to press a soft kiss to Nick's head.
"See. You acknowledged and took ownership of what you did wrong, you plan to work on being better, and I know you're genuinely sorry and regret hurting me the way you did. I trust you, so I trust what you say and the fact that this will not happen again. We will deal better the next time," he explains softly to the man in his arms.
"Okay. I promise I'll do better, I love you," Nick hoarsely whispers against his shoulder, cuddling more into the other man's side.
"I know, I love you too," Nick smiles wobbly as he hears those words and feels another kiss pressed against his head. He leans up, softly pressing his lips against the man's jaw, then his cheek, then thr corner of his mouth, smiling when we feels the skin move under his lips into a matching smile. Then, Nick presses their lips together in a soft and gentle kiss, trying to convey all the love and warmth he feels for the man in his embrace. His own ray of sunshine.
author's note: hey! i hope yall enjoyed! if you have any nick requests feel free to send em my way! im slowly but surely getting back into writing and i really want to write more for nick :)
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five more minutes [N.S]
type: short fic !
parings: nick sturniolo x male!reader
warnings: sfw, tooth-rotting fluff, lowercase intended
summary: you decide to help nick film content for their vlog first thing in the morning. you weren’t very surprised however when your efforts to wake the boy up failed and he ended up drifting off back to sleep against you.
azul’s note !: had to cook up a lil smth after seeing the clip chris recorded of him waking up nick 😞 sigh he’s so cutie patootie guys i think ima gonna die
wc: 993
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a deep inhale enters through your nose as your eyes slowly open. you blink a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the dark room you’re in, the single light coming from the nearby window helping your eyes adjust and pick out the all too familiar space around you. as you raise a hand up to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you turn over onto your other side. a small content exhale escapes your lips as your cheek hits the newfound cold side of the pillow, the comforting feeling almost lulling you to sleep right then and there.
after taking a moment to allow yourself to fully wake up, you pull the blanket that’s pulled up to your nose down to your chest. as your vision clears, you’re immediately greeted by nick who’s sleeping soundly on his back, his side of the blanket barely being on his body due to him turning about in his sleep. you can’t help but smile slightly at the boy and allow your eyes to trace his delicate features for a few seconds.
in the middle of doing so, a thought quickly pops into your head and you find yourself hurriedly sitting up and leaning against the headboard. the triplets were filming yesterday for their newest vlog and nick told you that he was planning on filming first thing in the morning. since you are already wide awake, why not help him out a little? he would have more content to put in the vlog.
your eyes scan the bedroom for a moment before they land on the camera discarded on Nick's desk. you act quickly and slip out of bed as quietly as possible, being careful not to wake up nick especially since he’s a very light sleeper. the moment your feet hit the cold floorboards, you quickly make your way over to the desk and grab the camera. as you walk back to bed, you open the camera and immediately begin recording. as you situate yourself back under the covers, you flip the camera so you’re in the frame.
“i don’t know if nicks gonna put this in the vlog but hi guys.” you greet the camera with a small smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “i thought id help nick out with vlogging this morning so here’s me attempting to wake him up.”
as you lay on your side, you flip the camera back around so it captures nick’s sleeping frame. “nick~” you call softly. you pull your free arm out from under you with a soft grunt and extend it in front of you. you gently set your hand on the top of nick’s head and call him again, this time a little louder. “nick~ baby.”
nick’s eyes open in one swift movement, his eyes immediately locking with yours. the male breaks eye contact after a moment and blindly reaches for the blanket that’s discarded in front of him.
“hmph.” the brunette mumbles. you silently watch the male as he pulls the blanket over his shoulder and slowly turns over onto his stomach. as the boy buries his face into his pillow, you chuckle softly and turn the camera a little to capture him better.
“baby.” you call, your voice a little louder this time.
“hmm?” nick hums. he lifts his head a little, his eyes ever so slightly cracking open.
“good morning, my love~ did you sleep well?”
“mmph.” you laugh softly as nick returns to his previous lying position, his eyes shutting fully moments later.
“are you ready to vlog today, baby?”
“mmph…” nick sticks one of his hands out from underneath the blanket, it instantly landing on your bicep. you don’t even have time to pan the camera down to capture the boy’s move before nick slides his hand to your backside and pulls himself against you.
“oh my God.” you mumble, a stifled giggle escaping your lips. as nick nuzzles his head into your chest with a small content hum, you pan the camera down to capture the sweet moment. “baby~” you call, your free hand instantly going to dig in the male’s tangled locks. as you begin to card your hand through the boys hair, nick hums again. “you need to get up. we’re supposed to see madison later today. you don’t want to be late, right?”
“mmm… ‘m sleepy.” nick croaks out, his words slurring together messily.
“i can see that but you need to get up sweetheart.”
“five more minutes. please.” you let out a defeated exhale and hold the camera higher above you. you tilt your head up slightly to see if the two of you are in frame before glancing back down at nick. once you plant a small kiss on the crown of his head, you lower the camera back down so its positioned right behind nick.
“he’s always pulling the five minute shit on me.” you say to the camera.
“and you always go through with it.” nick mumbles. you shake your head softly at the male’s comment before turning the camera off. as you shut it and twist your torso to set it on the nearby nightstand, you feel nicks arm wrap tighter around your middle.
“baby, you're gonna crack my rib.”
“you’re so dramatic.”
“really, i’m the dramatic one?”
“mhmm.” the moment you go to open your mouth to say something else, nick sets his hand over your mouth to stop you. you shut your eyes and sigh softly at the action. “you’re disrupting my sleep with your yapping.”
“alright, i’m sorry i’ll be quiet.” you grumble out, your speech muffled ever so slightly. nick hums softly and removes his hand from your mouth. as you wrap your arms around the brunette’s shoulders, the boy hides his face in your chest again. it didn’t take but five seconds for you to hear soft snores from the boy against you.
five more minutes won’t hurt.
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your camera roll if you were dating nick sturniolo 🌷
(male!reader × nick sturniolo)
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request !!
can you write abt dom nick x male reader and overstim? maybe some edging turned to overstim? pls
Wait.
Summary: you are needy but Nick is busy all day, so he tells you to wait until the night.
Tw: NSFW, edging, overstimulation, a bit degradation (Nick calls reader slut and whore), reader sends Nick pictures and videos of himself to Nick.
I woke up sweaty and needy, I had a long dream and I needed Nick to take care of it, so I rolled over to hug him but he wasn’t there. I open my eyes and see him get out of the shower, damp hair and towel tied around his waist. I whine at him.
‘’What’s wrong? did you sleep bad?’’ he asks walking to me and kissing my forehead. ‘’Good morning sleepyhead.’’
‘’Niick.’’ I pout as he walks to his closet.
‘’What?’’ he asks laughing.
‘’Come here.’’ I sit criss-cross on the bed while he puts his clothes on. After putting his shirt on he comes to sit on the bed beside me, I wrap my arms around him, his cologne sticking to my body. ‘’Nick.’’ I whisper.
‘’What?’’ he giggles while putting his socks on.
‘’Need you.’’ I mumble against the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on it. ‘’Need you so bad.’’ He sighs.
‘’I can’t. I have to go, today is a busy day. I’m sorry, just wait for me, okay?’’ he pats my head and continuous to put his shoes on.
‘’But-…’’
‘’Come on, be good. I’ll reward you later.’’ I cross my arms over my chest and frown at him. ‘’Don’t act like that, you know that I always take good care of you.’’ He kisses my cheek. ‘’Just wait for me, be a good boy. Remember we’ll have the house for ourselves tonight, yeah?’’ I smile a bit remembering that Matt and Chris are having a sleepover at a friend’s house.
‘’Mh, okay.’’ Nick smiles and hugs me tightly; he kisses my forehead and stands up.
‘’I’ll go to make sure Matt is awake. I’ll see you later baby. I’ll order some food for you.’’
‘’All right, thanks and bye.’’ He closes the door behind him when going out. I sigh and throw myself back, my head hitting the pillow and I grab a spear one that was laying near and hug it.
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After eating the food Nick ordered for me, I decided to take a cold shower to help myself. It didn’t work, being surrounded by Nicks shampoos and soaps didn’t help, my mind keeps thinking of him and now I smell like him. So, after the shower I decide to tease him a bit, I put my boxers on and lower them a bit, the towel around my neck I grab my phone and pause the music. I pose and send Nick 2 pictures with a smiley face. He replies almost immediately.
>IM IN REUNION, CHRIS IS SITTING BESIDES ME
>ARE YOU CRAZY??
>shit, you look amazing
>I hate you
I laugh at his messages and decide to reply later.
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I was sitting on the couch watching tiktoks on my phone. I see a notification from Nick, he sends me a snap, I open it and it’s a mirror selfie in a bathroom, and in white letters it read ‘I’m heading home’. I blush while looking at the picture, the shirt hugs him all the right ways, I gulp and send him a snap with my face covered by a pillow, ‘why are you so handsome?’ read at the bottom.
I feel my shorts grow tighter and I shift on the couch. Fuck it, I have waited all day, and Nick is on his way, I’m sure he won’t mind. I walk to his room, closing the door behind me and getting to his bed, I take of my shorts and boxers leaving me in only Nicks shirt. I send him a quick snap, my hip and belly exposed and my hand rising his shirt. My hand travels down and grabs my aching length, I start to stroke it when I hear my phone ring again, a message from Nick.
>I told you to wait, if I get home and you are touching yourself, I swear…
I send him a quick video, my hazy eyes looking down to my moving hand then up to the camera, I lower my phone a bit letting him see my hand moving up and down slowly, a soft whimper of his name escapes my mouth. He replies almost immediately.
>I warned you.
I leave my phone aside; I concentrate in the though of Nick coming home and doing whatever he wants to me. Soft moans leave my mouth, calling for his touch. Maybe I was too concentrated that I didn’t hear when he opened the front door. I hear the door of his room open.
‘’You are in so much trouble.’’ He groans, his big hand grabbing mine and pinning them up of me.
‘’Nick. Please.’’
‘’Shut up, I gave you one rule. I told you to wait and you disobeyed.’’ He kisses and bites my neck; my legs wrapping around his waist to try and bring him closer to me.
‘’Need you, please.’’
‘’If you were a good boy, I would be giving you what you wanted. I told you baby.’’ Nick bites specifically hard this time, his teeth sinking into my neck, a sharp moan leaving my mouth. His free hand moves down to my leaking shaft, his hand squeezing and stroking it. My back arches and I close my eyes, Nicks hand stops moving, I feel him smile against my neck. ‘’No, no. Not yet, I told you to wait and now you’ll wait.’’ I whine and try to move my hips but I feel his hand slapping my thigh.
Whines and begs leave my mouth, this has been going on for a long time, my mind dizzy longing for release. Until both of his hands leave my body, I pull down my hand and they travel to Nick thighs. ‘’I think you had enough, don’t you think?’’ I nod, not being able to articulate proper words or think of coherent sentences. “Need me to fuck you?” I nod again.
“Please, been waiting too long.” He coos at me, and his hand caresses my check slightly.
“My bad, baby. I just had to teach you a little lesson. I’ll be good with you now, I promise.’’ he kisses my cheek and stands up, my arms reach out for him but I don’t have the strength to sit up. He walks to his closet and takes out some lube and a vibrator we bought some weeks ago. I gulp, my chest flutters with excitement. He walks back to me, placing the things he grabbed beside me, he smiles at me. “What? Are you excited? Yeah? I can tell, baby. Don’t worry, it will be worth the wait.” Nick takes his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, he then unbuttons his pants and takes them off, he kneels on the bed between my legs. Both of his hands push my knees up. “Keep ‘em there for me, love.’’ I put both of my hands below my knees and Nick takes his hands off, they grab the light pink toy and turns it on, he gently puts it on my chest, moving it from side to side, paying close attention to my sensitive nipples, then he starts to move it down to my stomach, when it touches my throbbing dick. I gasp and my back arches. ‘’Shh, don’t move too much.’’ He leaves it there while he lowers his boxers, grabs the bottle of lube and pours a bit over his hard cock, he rubs it all over it and his wet fingers make their way to my hole, I cum when he puts two of his fingers in, the stimulation and the waiting being too much. “God, what a slut, you came for two fingers. Aww, it’s okay, I won’t stop.’’
My legs shake and quick, my head presses down the pillow, I feel my eyes watering. His long fingers pump in and out of me at a fast pace, his low voice is praising and degrading me at the same time, ‘good job slut’ and ‘that’s my dirty boy’ leaves his mouth. He slides his fingers out and pumps his length with the same hand, he lines himself up and slides it in slowly. I gasp, droll rolling down my mouth to my chin, I moan uncontrollably as he hammers his hips into mine. “What a mess, missed this tight hole so much. Missed my dirty whore so much.’’ He growls and moans as his hips move fast. My eyes roll back, my back is arched, my legs are tired, but it feels too good.
“Fuck, Nick. C’mming.”
“Yeah? Go on, do it.’’ My hands can’t keep up anymore, I let go of my legs and my arms fall to the bed, Nick quickly grabs them and push them closer to my chest, hitting deeper inside of me. I loudly moan, I’m practically screaming when my warm cum hits my chest.
“That’s it, scream for me. Let everyone know how good I fuck you, let them know how much of a slut you are, just for me. My filthy whore.’’
‘’Too m’ch. Can’t, can’t.’’ I babble as I grab the sheets below me, my head dizzy and my eyes blurry.
‘’You sure baby, come one then, if you want me to stop you have to say the word. You remember it, don’t you?’’ I nod and he grins. ‘’Say it then…’’ I don’t say it, instead I moan as I feel the toy moving away from my body. ‘’Told you to not move so much.’’ He grabs it and places it where it was this time holding it against my warm skin, he presses the little button and it speeds up. Nick groans, I feel him twitch inside of me, he speeds down his trust but he makes sure he hits deeper, I pant, he lowers his upper body and I wrap my arms around him, scratching his shoulders trying to control myself. He grabs the vibrator and turns it off, he tosses it to the other side of the bed. His trusts are slopy and uneven, I grab his by the cheek and pull him into a kiss, it’s very messy but it was all I needed. Nick pulls out, he presses his length against mine and grabs both of them with one hand, he starts to move his hand up and down quickly, I squirm and shake, he grunts and moans. “Fuck, give me one more, one more.’’ I arch my back; his free hand rubs my waist and hip. I close my eyes and bite my lip; I feel my head dizzy and I can’t hold it back anymore. Nicks hands stop, I look down and I see both of our members leaking and twitching, I let out a sigh. My back hits the bed completely, and my brain is not working properly.
Nick kisses my cheeks and nose. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.’’ He whispers and soothes me. I wrap my arms around him, his warm body brings me comfort. “You took me so well, great job. I’ll go get us some water and something to eat, yeah? And then we can have a hot shower, how does that sound?’’ I nuzzle my head closer to him. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’
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guys guys guys. he can do that to me I’ll zip my mouth.
like oh yeah shut me tf up, put me in my place.
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TikTok trends | Nick Sturniolo
Nick Sturniolo x male reader
Summary: 4 times that Y/N and Nick made a couple's trend on tiktok.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anon.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
PS.: I've never written for male reader before, so I'm sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations ;(
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Y/N was the love of Nick's life. The two practically grew up together, having met in their first years of school. Y/N was the person who was by Nick's side during all the turmoil in his life, providing support when needed and extending his hand to dance in the middle of the storm.
It was with Y/N that Nick realized he was gay, and it was with his help that he came out to his family.
The two had been together for 6 years already. Y/N worked with Nick in the grocery store and accompanied him when he decided to start a career on YouTube with his brothers, appearing in videos from time to time since the beginning. It was Y/N who spent sleepless nights next to Nick, watching him edit many videos and make small lists of topics that he and his brothers could use.
It was precisely because of this that Y/N began to feel an appreciation for social media, having lost his shyness with the camera a long time ago, he started making short videos on his own. And so, he started his own hobby on TikTok, recording his routine and making humorous videos.
Fans, who already knew Y/N since the first video on the Sturniolo Triplets channel, loved the fact that the two were public figures, being able to follow small moments of their relationship.
The comments on their Instagram posts were full of people begging them to do more content together, and, oddly enough, Nick was the one who always took the initiative in choosing what they could record.
Furthermore, Y/N loved selecting couple trends on TikTok to do with his boyfriend. His favorite hobby was showing their love to the world.
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Y/N placed his phone on the nightstand on the left side of the double bed in his shared room with Nick, keeping the front camera facing him.
The TikTok screen was already open, and the audio was selected. The boy moved back a little in front of the device so that the lens covered half of his body, accidentally bumping into Nick, who was behind him.
Nick's hands flew to his waist, helping him regain his balance, letting out a laugh. The blond squeezed the skin over his hands one last time before letting go, keeping his arms straight and bending slightly forward so that he was hidden behind his boyfriend.
Y/N smiled briefly and stretched his torso, tapping the red button to start recording, watching the 5-second timer go off.
"Big boy, give me a big boy"
Y/N lipsynched the song, smirking at the camera.
"It's cuffing season, and all the girls are leaving..."
The boy danced the small choreography before crossing his arms and keeping his body upright, nodding to the beat with his head.
"to get a big boy, I need a big boy, I want a big boy..."
Nick straightened his body still behind Y/N, raising his arms horizontally and bending them upwards so that his biceps were completely visible, turning his face to the right side. A smile decorated his face while his jaw flexed.
The camera was able to capture the red color that took over Y/N's cheeks by seeing his boyfriend's perfil, smiling shyly while biting his bottom lip.
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2.
Y/N was lying on the double bed, his body warmed by his pajamas and with the duvet covering his legs. He was holding his phone in his right hand, the TikTok screen opened, and the camera recording.
The lens focused on the bathroom of his shared room with Nick, where the blonde was leaning against the sink while doing his nightly skincare routine, only his legs visible through the door.
"Nicolas, come to sleep." Y/N spoke in a loud voice and serious tone, pressing his lips into a thin line to prevent the laughter from escaping.
The blonde froze in place for a few seconds, his mind seeming to process what he had heard, before his body abruptly turned towards Y/N, dropping the cream he had in his hands in the sink.
"Who?" Nick asked, crossing his arms and resting his hip on the doorframe, looking at Y/N with a frown.
"What?" The boy asked, moving his cell so that the camera caught the blonde's reaction without making obvious that he was recording.
"Who is Nicolas? As far as I know, my name is baby." The blonde continued with a sassy tone, raising his right eyebrow and looking at Y/N with a serious look.
A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat. He threw his head back laughing at his boyfriend's reaction before looking at him again, laughing harder when he saw Nick with a confused expression.
"It's a prank, baby. It's for a TikTok." The boy explained, smiling big. His eyes widened as he saw Nick approaching the bed with quick steps.
The blonde throwing himself on top of his boyfriend was the last thing captured by the camera before the TikTok ended.
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3.
The triplets had finished recording another car video in which Y/N had participated. They were in the parking lot of the McDonald's closest to their house, so Chris and Matt decided to order some burgers and fries for dinner, entering the establishment and leaving Nick and Y/N alone.
Y/N was lying on Nick's chest in the middle seat of the car, where the blonde always sat during videos. The heater was on, protecting their bodies from the cold outside. Nick's arms wrapped around his boyfriend's waist, his chin resting on top of his head as both of their eyes focused on the phone screen in Y/N's hands.
The boy's TikTok was open, and his thumb scrolled up, moving from one video to another, until a cute one of a couple's trend appeared.
Y/N sat up abruptly and looked at his boyfriend with pleading eyes, smiling like a little kid when Nick sighed and nodded.
"What don't I do for you, hm?" The blonde opened the door next to him, getting out of the car and holding it open, extending his hand to help his boyfriend out.
Nick closed the door and turned his body, watching Y/N walk to the pole next to the vehicle, placing his phone on the ground and resting on it, so that the camera could catch his whole body.
"You know what you have to do, right?" Y/N asked briefly, quickly looking at Nick, who had a smile on his lips.
"I'm not dumb, baby." Nick scoffed, crossing his arms.
Y/N laughed while crouching down, arranging the position of his device and preparing the audio and timer before pressing play.
"You know the ones who said I'd never find someone like you"
The boy stood up and took a few steps back, keeping his eyes on his phone camera while running his right hand through his hair, smiling shyly.
"'Cause you were out of my league, all the things I believed..."
Nick took a few steps towards his boyfriend, his head held high, and his eyes fixed on the sky, pretending to be distracted. He bumped his body against Y/N's purposefully, making the boy look up with a false look of confusion.
Their eyes met for a few seconds, Y/N felt like he could get lost in the blue orbs, momentarily forgetting about his phone that was recording them.
Nick noticed the mesmerized look on his boyfriend's face, smirking and leading his hands to his waist, squeezing the covered skin slightly before bringing his own head closer to his, finally sealing their lips in a deep kiss. He pushed the smaller body with his strength, taking them out of the frame seconds before the music stop.
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4.
"Babe, can you get me some chocolate? Please." Y/N asked.
He was lying on the bed in his shared room with Nick, holding his phone in his left hand surreptitiously, so that the rear camera caught Nick, who was sitting in his gaming chair editing one of the videos for his channel with his brothers.
The sound of his favorite series echoed from the television, and Y/N kept his eyes fixed on the screen - even if he wasn't paying attention to it.
The blonde was about to get up to get a snack from the kitchen - to keep his concentration -, when he asked his boyfriend if he wanted something, and that was the perfect opportunity for Y/N to record that prank.
Nick made a sound of agreement, standing up and taking the headphone off his head, placing it on his computer desk before walking over to his boy, bending down so that his head was close to his, sealing his lips on the soft skin of his boyfriend's cheek before rising again.
Before he could move away from the bed, his body froze when he saw Y/N raise his right arm and bring his hand to his own kissed cheek, cleaning the area with his fingers.
Nick frowned, staring at his boyfriend for a few seconds - who didn't take his eyes off the television for a second. The blonde slowly bent down again and sealed his lips over the same area he had kissed before, standing up and watching Y/N repeat the same process.
"Okay, what the hell are you doing?" Nick's tone was serious. He crossed his arms while keeping his blue eyes on his boy. Y/N looked up, facing him with a false confused look. "Why are you cleaning my kisses?"
"I am not." Y/N lied, swallowing his laugh, shifting his gaze to the television again.
Nick rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed, resting his hands on the mattress and approaching his boyfriend again. He sealed his lips over the same cheek for a few more seconds before pulling away.
Y/N instantly raised his arm and cleaned it again, looking at his boyfriend from the corner of his eye.
"Hey! You think I'm stupid? Stop it." Nick ordered, taking Y/N arm. He furrowed his eyebrows when a laugh escaped Y/N's mouth, who threw his head back, his phone moving slightly in his hand with the movement, catching Nick's attention. "Ah, I see."
The blonde quickly climbed onto the bed, sitting on Y/N and wrapping his legs around his waist, lowering his torso.
Y/N's laughter stopped instantly, his eyes, now wide, watching Nick. The boy brought his face closer to Y/N's and his hands held his head so that he couldn't move, before he sealed his lips over all the exposed skin of Y/N's face again and again.
A scream followed by laughter escaped Y/N's throat before he blindly clicked the stop recording button.
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Lake of lies vs. an ocean of love
A Nick Sturniolo fanfic
Summary: After breaking up with your cheating boyfriend of 2 years, all you need is some love from your best friend, and maybe a bit more than just love.
Warnings: toxic ex, swearing, sub!reader, dom!nick, fluff to smut, oral, handjob, first time writing smut😭 , switching POVS, time skips, like 1 use of Y/N, lots of aftercare
Tropes: Best friends to lovers, slow burn romance
Nick , Y/N
A/N: 🧍♂️ I’ve never even held a hand romantically, so as you can guess this will be bad, I’m also not a cis guy so idfk how guys anatomy works, all the stuff I know is from reading smut, C.AI and Chai😽 Hope you enjoyyy
At 2AM, Nick is startled awake from his slumber on the sofa by a knock at the door. He yawns and groans in annoyance and confusion, standing up off the sofa he then makes his way to the front door and opens it up, then he smiles widely at his best friend at the door, before scowling as he sees the tear soaked cheeks of Y/N.
Nick grabs the boys hand and drags him into the house and towards the couch, mumbling mostly to himself “Who the hell made you cry? Was it your stupid boyfriend again? I swear I’ll beat-“ before abruptly being cut off. “Nick.” His best friend, who was now situated on the sofa with a blanket over his lap, said sternly. “He cheated on me, but I don’t need defending, I need distracting. Can you distract me?” Nick paused for a moment, processing what the boy said, then smiling. “Oh, yeah, I can do that.”
It had been an hour now, you and Nick are led on his bed, one of his hands is on your thigh and your head is on your chest, his free hand running through your hair carefully as you watch RuPaul together. After a few moments, you lifted your head onto Nicks shoulder instead, now staring intently at his side profile and admiring every little thing about him; the faint stubble scattered across his jaw, upper lip, and cheeks. The ring in his nostril, the rings in the lobe of his ear, the thin layer of space camp lip balm covering his salmon pink lips. His lips slowly curved into a smirk, so your eyes trailed to his pale blue eyes, only to find them already locked on you.
Your eyes darted back towards the TV, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you tried to ignore his gaze. Slowly, you felt his hand start to trail up your thigh, getting dangerously close to your crotch. His other hand removed itself from your hair, before trailing down your jaw and lifting it to make you face him. He leaned down, lips ghosting yours before skimming across your cheek to your ear. “Why were you staring at my lips?” He uttered in a low voice. “I- well- I was just-“ You started to stutter out nervously, quickly getting cut off by Nicks hand pressing against your semi-hard on through your sweats. A soft whine left your lips, which Nick quickly engulfed in a sloppy kiss.
As you both started to make out, Nick moved you onto your back then straddled you, hand now trapped between both your bodies as he palmed your, now fully erect, dick through your sweatpants. After a minute, you both pulled away for breath, lips still attached by a strand of saliva.
Nicolas smirked and pulled off your shirt, then pulled off his own shirt, throwing them somewhere across the room then quickly pulling down your sweatpants and boxers at the same time too your mid-thigh just enough to free your cock. He reached his hand forward in front of your mouth, “Spit.” he said sternly, which you quickly obliged and spat into the palm of his hand. His hand quickly went back down your body and wrapped around your shaft, making you hiss at the sensitivity. He slowly moved it up and down, before rubbing his thumb over the tip to collect the already leaking precum and using it, as well as your spit, as lube to start stroking faster. You let out small whines and soft whimpers, overly aware of the fact that Matt or Chris could wake up if you were too loud.
Nick giggled and got between your thighs, pressing gentle kisses mixed with harsh biting and sucking across your inner thighs to leave deep purple hickeys, until he got to the base of your dick and started kissing up the vein, before wrapping his soft pink lips around your tip and taking you down his throat, stroking what he couldn’t take. Your writhed underneath him, letting out a strangled whine as your hands flew to his hair, but he was quick to stop you by grabbing both your wrists and pinning them at your left side, then pressing his forearm over your abdomen to keep you from moving as much. “N- Nick.. close-“ You warned, only for Nick to take you out of his mouth, but before you could protest his hand was back, jerking you off with a quick pace, which quickly led to your body tensing up, your back arching and hot spurts of the sticky, white liquid spraying out your tip and onto Nicks hand and your own stomach.
Nick giggled at your fucked out expression, watching you relax back into the bed as you came down from your high before letting go of your now softening cock and heading out the room to his bathroom. Quickly, he returned with a towel and started cleaning up your mess, having already washed his hands.
He threw the towel onto the floor once done and stood up once again, “Do you want a shower now, or in the morning?” “Tomorrow.. ‘m really tired.” “Alright.” Nick replies, helping you pull your boxers back up, take your sweatpants off, and change into one of his shirts, then climbs into the bed and pulls you into his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and pressing kisses onto the top of your head and forehead.
A/N: I tried my best🤗, I didn’t rlly know how to end it. Hope you guys liked it. Also, pls comment anything that could be done better etc., I want to get better at writing, be harsh, idc
Send me requests please, I have no ideas but really want to write today😽
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Creep
Nick Sturniolo x OC smut
Summary: Nick tried to take a picture of a hot stranger in the grocery store, but when his flash went off, Ethan, the hot man in question, used Nick’s clumsiness for his own advantage
Contains: Anal sex, bottom!nick, top!oc, oral sex, spanking (very minor, not explicit), unsafe sex, barebacking, unconsensual photo taking, fingering, rimming, hair pulling, light dom/sub, dirty talk, slight crying during sex, overstimulation
Word count: 5,078 words
Disclaimers: minors dni. will contain grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. this is FICTION, always use protection during sex, never take a pic of a stranger without their consent.
a/n: this was partly made bc i cant get over the idea of larray tara and nick as a trio like IM GNA LOSE IT. the tiktok talked about was (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSF8YxXn6/) its so funny i need to include it.
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Nick laughs, reading Larray’s last message about a tiktok he found of a guy pretending to be called gay in middle school and his friend defending him, both of them relating to that video strongly.
He tries to reign in his grin, as he’s on a supermarket trying to buy groceries, and laughing to yourself is just plain weird, so he forces himself to press his lips together as Larray and Tara sent jokes that make his belly hurt. He briefly takes his eyes off the string of messages, hearing a loud cough, and clocks grey sweatpants on strong thighs. He’s interested, immediately, checking out the rest of the tall boy who is standing next to him by the snack aisle, holding onto his cart. A black short sleeved compression shirt defining his strong chest and bicep, complimenting bouncy and slightly curly brown hair, a face adorning deep brown eyes that could pass for both handsome or pretty, and veiny hands that make Nick’s mind wander. He texts the group.
jacob elordi brainrot
Nick: hottest. guy. ever. in the grocery store
Larray: ???? not possible, I’m at home
Tara: ew
Larray: rude
Tara: anyways
Tara: PHOTO
Larray: how hot?
Nick: grey sweats and compression shirt hot
Larray: PHOTO
Tara: PHOTO
Nick: I can’t take a pic guys that’s creepy
Larray: PHOTO
Tara: PHOTO
Nick: No
Tara: come oooonnnn PHOTO
Nick: ugh fine
It didn’t take much for them to convince Nick because he knows he actually really wants to take a picture of the hottie to his right, for scientific purposes of course. Nick makes sure his phone is on silent before he angles it, tipping it back a little as he hopes he captures most of the guy. He tries to look at others on the store, rather than focus on what he’s doing, thumb moving around where he thinks the snapshot button is until – flash – the bright white light of his camera lights up the entire back case of his phone.
Nick feels his heart catch in the back of his throat, and he’s slow in moving his hand, the immediate humiliation making him freeze. He can’t help but look at the stranger, and he sees how he takes in Nick’s obvious creeper shot, Nick feeling the anxiety coarse through him at lightning speed.
He’s fearful as the stranger frowns, stepping over to him, and Nick slightly backs up immediately.
“I’m - ”
“Did you just take a photo of me?” the stranger asks, and Nick thinks his face may melt, the shame of his actions making him lie, shaking his head silently.
“You didn’t?” the stranger asks, even more handsome, prettier, up close, but he’s clearly unimpressed by Nick’s rudeness, and Nick is panicking, brain drawing blanks.
“I…” Nick gapes, looking for the words, “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” the stranger demands forcefully, grabbing Nick’s phone, Nick gasping at that, but too embarrassed to fight it. The boy doesn’t look through Nick’s phone, just holds it and stares at Nick accusingly, Nick having to shrug, truly embarrassed and he feels pairs of eyes on his back judging him.
“Come with me,” the stranger demands, still holding Nick’s phone, making his way to ut of the store, both of their carts abandoned. Nick doesn’t have much of a choice if he values his phone, and he follows, ashamed.
“I am sorry,” he pants, keeping up with the other boy’s pace, “can I have it back?”
The stranger slows down slightly, starting to look through the phone. Nick realises with horror that his phone isn’t locked, as he kept the camera open, and he reaches to grab his phone back, but the stranger is tall, holding it higher as he clicks on the incoming messages.
Larray: PHOTO!!! What’s with the silence girl? You better be sucking his dick!
Tara: PHOTO
The stranger scrolls up, Nick groaning in embarrassment, watching him read Nick’s earlier messages about how hot he is.
“Seriously creepy,” he shakes his head, deep voice just making it even worse as Nick cringes, “you’re perving on me in the store and taking my photo without my consent?”
“I’m genuinely sorry,” Nick said, his voice tinged with guilt, “I’ll delete it immediately and leave.”
The boy is doing something on his phone and Nick attempts to grab it back, but still, he’s too slow, still not tall enough.
“Ah ah,” the stranger tuts, “don’t worry. I was just sending your friends the creepy photo.” Nick starts to feel a little sick with anxiety, just wanting this to be over. He is never, ever listening to both his friends again. He’s frustrated and desperate, and in a fit of anger, he flounces off, “keep the fucking phone,” he rages, regretting it instantly, but he has no choice but to continue walking, leaving his very badly needed phone in the hands of another man. You idiot, you’re a public figure, what if he does something to your socials, he screams internally
“Hey!” Nick hears, “come back here.” He stops, and looks at the stranger with anxiety, his face hot from the embarrassment as he awkwardly walks back. Nick is confident that now his phone will be given back to him and he is secretly relieved, knowing he can’t afford to walk away and leave his public image in the hands of a stranger. He isn’t sure how he’d explain that to his brothers.
“You could make it up to me,” the boy suggests, and Nick looks at him properly, the smirk on his mouth and the way his eyes move, seemingly resting on Nick’s crotch.
“W – what?” Nick stammers, blushing, and the guy shrugs.
“You think I’m hot,” he states, “I think you’re hot, too.”
Nick chuckles nervously, unsure, a little scared this is some bizarre prank, but the boy is so sincere, nothing about him suggesting this is a joke. Nick has seen the look he has in his eyes in many boys and men, who Nick has flirted with and fucked before, but this is the first time Nick’s ever felt so drawn to another.
“I live near here,” the boy gestures, “I can think of a few things you can do for me to make up for your lack of manners.”
Nick wants to tell him to fuck off, wipe the slightly arrogant smirk off his face, but the confident way the guy stands, waiting on Nick’s response, his certainty, is making Nick’s dick twitch in interest, in want.
“Whatever,” the man smiles, casually slipping the phone back into Nick’s pocket before shrugging again, sauntering off, leaving Nick stood in the middle of the parking lot, torn between walking away – and he knows, he knows, kicking himself for it – or running after this guy desperately, letting him know how badly he wants him to make good on his promises.
He’s about to disappear when Nick makes a snap decision and runs after him, panting as he catches up, the boy turning to look at him from his car as he hears footsteps, bursting out in a laughter, his grin taking up his entire face. Nick readjusts his sweater.
“I’m horny, don’t – don’t get cocky,” he mutters, but the other boy doesn’t say a word, just makes Nick feel dizzy with a long look as he opens the passenger seat of his car and motion for Nick to get inside.
“Nick, right?” he asks, as he hops in and shut the door of the drivers seat, and Nick nods, assuming he saw his name on the messages, “I’m Ethan.”
Nick was going to respond but his eyes catches the way Ethan’s seatbelt tightens on his pecs and Nick almost drooled. His eyes traveled upward to see this adonis-like man smirking and Nick swiftly turned his head towards the road. The drive to the apartment was short and thankfully not awkward due to the music playing, but Nick was still sweating even with the air conditioner on because oh my god he’s so fucking hot, is that his huge dick print on his sweatpants? Fuck, his veins are so visible why are his fingers so LONG? that shit can reach my tonsi-
His thoughts were interrupted by the car finally parked at the other man’s house. Both of them walked towards the door with haste and no words exchanged, eyes focused on going inside.
Ethan unlocked the door and let Nick in, the latter unable to get a word out before Ethan’s mouth flew towards his, and he’s harsh and fast and demanding, so Nick matches it, kissing Ethan like he needs it, and maybe he does. Ethan is shoving him into what Nick assumes is his bedroom, pulling off Nick’s sweater, as Nick yanks that heavenly tight shirt, until they meet Ethan’s bed and Ethan throws him down on it. He watches, heart racing, as Ethan pulls down his jeans, pulling at them forcefully, yanking them off as Nick helps him, pulling him back down for a kiss. Nick’s never known someone kiss this way; unyielding and demanding as he grabs Nick’s head and devours him, Nick pulling back at Ethan’s tangled hair, until Ethan grabs him wrists and pins them down.
Nick can’t help but moan, his dick hard in his briefs, because Ethan is pressing all his buttons right now. He hates the self-satisfied grin on Ethan’s smug, pretty face, but there’s no denying Nick loves it rough, which Ethan clearly does too.
“Like that, sweetheart?” Ethan asks, tongue running over his bottom lip, Nick watching it’s every moment, groaning in response, Ethan’s large hands still wrapped around delicate wrists, still pinning Nick down. Nick is fully hard and needy now, Ethan letting go of his wrists to grip each side of his face and bruise him with a kiss, Nick making the most of his new found freedom by gripping Ethan’s shoulders, nails digging in.
He’s a mess already, the curly haired man moving harsh kisses to his neck and chest as he moves down, the kisses becoming wetter, sloppier, Nick whimpering as Ethan ghosts over his clothed dick, mouthing at him teasingly.
“Please,” Nick whispers, but Ethan either doesn’t hear or ignores it, pressing feather light kisses across him, Nick beginning to peel his briefs off only to have his hands batted away.
“Do that again and I’ll tie you up,” Ethan warns, and Nick’s cock jumps at the tone in his voice, obeying, hands grabbing fistfuls of Ethan’s duvet instead to stop them from straying. Ethan stops, pushing Nick encouraging so his head is propped up, and he has little choice except to look at Ethan as he mercifully begins to strip him off his briefs. Nick’s toes curl as they’re discarded and Ethan is back between his legs, Nick waiting for the inevitable lick, looking down at Ethan as he’s forced to wait.
“What?” he asks, knowing his face is pink and he’s far gone, Ethan looking at him with playful eyes as he spreads Nick’s legs even further apart, leaning down, finally, Nick thinks, to touch his dick, but Ethan presses wet kisses and soft bites to the inside of Nick’s right thigh, moving up as he gets closer to Nick’s dick, nudging his balls with his nose and Nick is going to pass out from the feel of Ethan’s skin right there, from feeling his tongue and his little huffs of breath, whimpering embarrassingly loud as Ethan finally licks a long stripe up his dick to the tip, suckling the pre-cum collected there before he stops.
“Ethan,” Nick begs, and Ethan does the same to his left, Nick sure he’s intent on leaving bite marks on his fleshy thighs where there’s plenty for Ethan to sink his teeth into, Nick wondering if it’s possible to come from this. He’s obeying Ethan’s no touching rule, for now, and it is torture, before Ethan repeats this special form of hell – licking from Nick’s balls up to the tip of his cock, in one long, slow lick – flicking his tongue over the head, and pulling away. “This – I can’t do this,” Nick moans, “please just, give me…”
Ethan shakes his head, and Nick falls quiet, until he feels the blessed tight heat of Ethan’s mouth around his cock, Ethan sucking his dick perfectly, swirling his tongue around the head as he comes up, Nick crying out, trying his best to hold off, to wait.
“Ethan, I’m – I - ” he whines, Ethan stopping, quick and elegant as he leans up and kisses Nick’s mouth, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“Let me,” Nick gasps, trying to push Ethan down, “I want to do it to you.”
He does, too, because Ethan’s sweatpants are still on and he needs them off, wants to see Ethan’s dick and taste it in his mouth. Nick loves sucking cock, loves the feel of it in his mouth and the taste of come, and he’s good at it, wants to make Ethan whimper in the way Ethan’s made him shake.
“Yeah? You like sucking dick?” Ethan asks, unyielding, sadly, still looming over Nick and Nick gives up on trying to change their positions, not exactly hating this one, Ethan grabbing his bitten thighs as he attacks Nick’s mouth and neck with his soft lips.
“Yeah,” Nick grins, “of course.”
“Why should I let you suck me off?” Ethan asks, letting Nick’s thighs drop as he keeps Nick pinned down, kissing parts of Nick’s face that Nick doesn’t think anyone has ever kissed, always coming back to his mouth, his neck, moving to his collarbone, shoulder, biting. Nick is going to look like he’s been in a fight. Matt and Chris will have a field day when he finally turns up at home.
“Um, because – I’m great?” Nick asks, frowning, wondering what kind of weirdo turns down a blowjob, and Ethan stops so he can look at Nick, Nick continuing to be bowled over by the way Ethan’s eyes seem to burn into his skin.
“What makes you so great, pretty boy?” Ethan rasps, and Nick brings his nails down Ethan’s back.
“I look good with a cock in my mouth,” Nick teases, “and, after all, you did say I need to make it up to you.”
“You need to, don’t you?” Ethan grins, then moving so that he straddles Nick’s waist, Nick helping him pull down his sweats, Ethan standing briefly to get the fabric off his feet and boxers off before he’s shuffling up, Nick still propped up nicely by the large pillows. Nick attempts to not given Ethan the satisfaction of his astonishment at how large Ethan’s dick is, but he fails.
“Still feeling confident, baby?” Ethan asks, hand wrapping around his cock as he plays with himself, jerking off, and Nick can’t help but lick his lips in anticipation, nodding, while he’s nervous he’s excited, knowing Ethan’s dick is going to fill him up properly, that he’ll feel the thick head knock at the back of his throat and makes his eyes water. He’s hungry for it. Ethan moves closer, knees over Nick’s shoulder as his big hand plants against the wall and his other hand hangs onto his headboard. Nick opens his mouth, ready for it, desperate for it, but he’s patient, waiting for Ethan’s say so, and Ethan makes slow, deliberate movements, wiping the leaking tip of his cock on Nick’s mouth and his cupid’s bow.
“Good boy for waiting,” Ethan praises, and Nick’s dick jumps, “you can suck it now, baby.”
Nick takes as much as he can, which is over half, but not all of it, and sucks in a hollow motion, moving back up before he forces himself to take every inch, down to Ethan’s balls, and pulls back, spluttering.
“Hey,” Ethan says, taking Nick by the chin, “take it easy, baby, don’t choke.”
“M’sorry,” Nick whispers, embarrassed, wanting to be good, to hear Ethan’s praises once more, and he’s easier with it this time, taking Ethan into his mouth and sucking him properly, rather than racing to get the entire dick inside him, and he can enjoy this, sucking Ethan at a nice, fast pace, but not too fast, getting off to the weight of Ethan’s dick and the smell of him, Ethan silent but present, running his thumbs over Nick’s cheekbones as Nick sucks his dick, happy and contented.
He mewls in protest when Ethan grabs his hair and pulls him off, trying to follow Ethan’s dick, not ready to stop, but Ethan isn’t interested, easily flipping Nick over so he’s face down on the bed. Nick waits as the pillows are wrenched from him, Ethan lifting him like a ragdoll as he puts them under Nick’s hips, Nick’s ass higher than before. Nick’s feels like he’s on fire, his skin aflame, pale but also pink with the heat, and he braces himself for Ethan’s fingers, surprised when Ethan covers him with his own body, kissing his neck.
“You’re so hot,” Ethan growls, mouth on Nick’s jaw, and Nick is sure Ethan is trying to actually eat him, “as soon as I saw you get on that aisle, the first thing I thought was, I want to fuck that boy,” Ethan smiles, Nick moaning as Ethan continues licking him, “saw your ass and thought, I bet he loves riding dick.”
Nick all but whimpers, pushing back, needy, and Ethan shows compassion, bringing his hand past Nick’s waist to curve over Nick’s ass, gripping at his hip.
“Do you? Love riding cock?” Ethan pants.
“Yeah,” Nick says, pushing his ass back to feel Ethan’s dick against it, “want me to ride you?”
“Patience, baby,” Ethan demands, pulling Nick over to kiss him, Nick moving with Ethan, not expecting the disappointed moan when Ethan leaves him, moving down and spreading Nick’s legs further apart. Nick keeps his hands up, mouth open and wet on his left hand, gripping the duvet with his other hand, and he trembles as Ethan spreads his ass open, crying out as he feels Ethan’s thumb tease over his rim, pressing down and ever so slightly inwards, teasing, always.
“I’m not a virgin,” Nick says throatily, hoping Ethan will speed up at that, the way he’s playing with Nick’s ass slow and gentle but mind melting at the same time, and Ethan just laughs at that, slapping Nick’s ass playfully with his other hand.
“I didn’t think you were,” Ethan says, voice loud in the silence of the apartment, “I still wanna take my sweet time.”
Nick whines as Ethan continues to give him something but not everything, loud as Ethan slips and pushes a finger inside of him, Nick stretching his legs, his toes, in a heavenly trance as the man explores him. He feels Ethan move, and then hears the squirt of lube, feels another finger join the first, and he gasps as Ethan scissors them, pulling them to the rim, almost fully out, as his thumb makes the gentlest of scrapes on his perineum, to his balls. Nick moans out on his hand, practically drooling.
He panics as he feels Ethan’s fingers disappear, not wanting this to be over, throwing his head back as he searches for an answer.
“Turn back around, baby,” Ethan insists, not looking at Nick, transfixed on his ass. He immediately obliges, feeling his brain mush and fill with Ethan Ethan Ethan. He feels like it’s been hours but he knows that’s untrue, and he’s ready to beg for it, for Ethan to open him again and slide his big cock inside him, but he doesn’t have to say anything as Ethan spreads him before dipping down. Nick all but screams as Ethan’s tongue licks across the rim of his hole, wet and rough. Nick instinctively tries to move forward, but he can’t; he’s facedown and Ethan’s hands are alternate from his hips to his asscheeks, spreading them again, as he eats Nick out. The rough texture of Ethan’s tongue, the way he presses his big, puffy lips on Nick’s rim is almost enough to make Nick sob. He’s holding it together, just thrusting as much as he can with the pillows underneath him and when he moves his forehead, he notices how sweaty he is, the back of his hands shining.
He yelps as Ethan pushes his tongue inside his hole and brings his hand up to the base of Nick’s spine, pressing his thumb inside of Nick to keep him slightly open. Nick is lost, utterly ruined, shook by how this stranger knows his body better than he does, whining as Ethan keeps his face buried in his ass; not for one-minute hesitating or slowing down as he eats Nick out as passionately as he kisses his mouth.
“I’m – Ethan - ,” he begs, knowing he’s a few well timed thrusts from Ethan’s tongue and fingers away from coming on the pillows beneath him, Ethan pulling his fingers out with a clear, wet pop, removing his tongue too, not before he sinks his teeth into one of Nick’s asscheeks. Nick is wrecked, his body tingling, his thighs burning from Ethan’s sharp teeth, a wetness between his legs like he’s never felt and an ache in his balls that is begging for release.
“You’re perfect,” Ethan assures him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Nick looking at him longingly over his shoulder, “what do you want, baby?”
“You,” Nick moans, pushing himself back, wanting Ethan’s cock in him, “please, Ethan.”
“Mmm,” Ethan muses, and Nick is pleased to see he’s also hot, pink, sweat linging on his forehead from exertion, Nick yelping as Ethan brings his hand down on Nick’s ass, playful but enough to tan it, “turn around.”
Nick does, fairly weak now and desperate, beyond desperate, for his orgasm to tear through him and leave him blind and gasping. Ethan throws away the pillows carelessly, grabbing Nick’s hips and bringing him down, as he lubes up his dick and presses the head against Nick’s hole. Nick nods, and Ethan begins to push, Nick inhaling, mouth open, as he feels the familiar burn of a nice, thick cock pressing inside of him. Ethan is slow but intense, forcing Nick’s thighs up as he makes his way in, Nick groaning, a little high pitched towards the end when he feels Ethan is fully in. He lets one of Nick’s legs drop, apparently unable to leave Nick’s face or hair alone, before he begins to fuck Nick, gently at first.
“You naughty boy,” Ethan whispers, “is this what you wanted, huh?”
“Yeah,” Nick begs, voice broken, “god, please, give it to me.”
Ethan doesn’t waste time. Nick lets go of any dignity he was hoping to keep, moaning and whimpering with every single thrust Ethan makes. Ethan takes Nick like Nick belongs to him, like this is his right, to spread Nick wide and to fuck him, hips snapping into hips as Ethan clings to him tightly, Nick feeling Ethan’s dick so deep inside him, touching places he’s never felt anyone touch, his vision clouding over.
“Ethan,” Nick sobs, overwhelmed, Ethan slowing down, holding Nick open by his thighs as he pulls his cock out, Nick horrified.
“Ethan! Please! No! I’m sorry, I’m fine, I’m ok, please give it to me,” Nick begs, now losing his self-respect along with his long-gone dignity, feeling on the edge of tears. Ethan can’t leave him like this, can’t bring him to the brink of such pleasure to stop, it’s too cruel, Ethan once again flipping him over so now Nick is on his stomach. He cries out as Ethan slides straight back in, pulling Nick so Nick is on his knees, his upper body stretched out, Ethan’s big hands on both hips, slamming into him, the wet sound of slapping skin obscene alongside Nick’s enthusiastic cries and Ethan’s panting.
Nick is dripping with sweat, sliding off his own arms every time he tries to rest his head, yelping as Ethan yanks him up by his hair.
“Yeah? This what you need, Nick?” he asks, grunting, and Nick moans his agreement, unable to do much else. The forced stretch of his neck is delicious, Ethan not letting his pace drop for a moment, setting a punishing and perfect speed, Nick’s leaking cock a mess as he feels his balls tighten, knowing he’s finally, finally going to lose control and feel that blissful high.
“Want you to come like this,” Ethan says, slapping his ass again, “want you to come from getting fucked.” Nick can’t say anything, can’t even nod, because Ethan’s still pulling his hair as he slams in, quickening his almost reckless pace, Nick only concentrating on that one thing, that one feeling. Ethan is hitting his spot, perfect and fast and desperate and with one last yank of Nick’s hair, he is coming, begging and groaning, babbling a mixture of Ethan and God, blacking out as he does.
He’s beyond over-stimulated, debauched and destroyed as Ethan follows him, letting go of Nick’s hair to cling onto his hips and fuck him with a few last, sprinting thrusts, Nick gasping as he feels Ethan fill him with come, warm and thick, Ethan crying out loudly as well, collapsing on top of Nick.
“Fuck,” Ethan groans into Nick’s hair, “holy fuck.”
“Yeah,” Nick agrees, still too weak to open his eyes or speak.
Ethan kisses the back of his neck before he pulls out his dick, Nick cringing as he hears the wet sounds, feeling Ethan fall out of him, and he’s mildly disgusted when Ethan rocks back onto his knees, opening Nick’s ass again, looking down at his wet, come filled ass.
“Ethan,” Nick accuses, feeling his face heat up Ethan further, Ethan just smirking, proud of the mess he’s created, Nick sore and sensitive as Ethan plays with him a little, whimpering as he feels some come drip out. Ethan laughs at Nick's embarrassment, leaning over and scrambling around some bedside drawers. Nick gasps as he feels coolness on his ass, Ethan clearly wiping him clean.
Ethan flips back down next to Nick, Nick still curled into the pillow, not shy but very aware of his sweaty, exhausted, fucked-out look. Ethan runs his fingers through red hair, not tugging this time, and he leans in, kissing Nick in a way that betrays his previous rough and ready treatment. Nick responds softly, kissing back.
“You ruined me,” Nick gasps, still numb, and Ethan stifles a giggle, “you ruined me,” he retorts. They lie like this for a few precious minutes, Ethan still excited as he sits up, ruffling his hair before he fishes around for something, Nick half watching out of the corner of his eye when he sees Ethan hold out Nick’s phone like he’s won a prize.
“Unlock it,” Ethan says, handing it to Nick, who does it without question. Ethan scrolls, finding the groupchat
The chat after Ethan sent a photo of himself went into a frenzy, a long conversation between his two friends going about how hot he is.
Ethan giggles at it, and Nick thinks he’s quite beautiful, pretty brown eyes and that sinful mouth and a tongue that Nick wants to feel a thousand times more.
Nick frowns as Ethan types, lazily trying to grab it back but missing entirely.
“What are you typing? Ethan?”
“I’m saying… ‘he’s just been balls deep inside me’,” Ethan cackles, and Nick shoots up at that, grabbing his phone, seeing the exact words sent by ‘Nick’ in the chat.
“Fuck!” he says, “Ethan!”
He settles back down, cringing as he sees the messages from Ethan's first text fly in, making Ethan laugh loudly and Nick cringe but smile all the same.
jacob elordi brainrot
Tara: HOLY FUCKKKK
Larray: u little SLUT
Larray: how big is he?
Tara: NICK FINALLY GOT DICK GUYS IM SO PROUD OF HIMM 😭😭😭
Larray: ANSWER ME RN
Ethan snatches it back, taking Nick by surprised then takes a snap of them, Nick hiding half his face under the duvet, Ethan looking far too pleased with himself.
“You look so cute,” Ethan says, and Nick’s stomach summersaults again, watching Ethan send the picture, waiting for the instant replies.
His phone pinged constantly after the photo was sent, Nick can imagine what kinds of debauchery his two friends are yapping about the situation.
“Your friends are funny,” Ethan laughs, putting the phone aside, and Nick is over his initial embarrassment, especially as Ethan cuddles into him, letting Nick rest in the crook of his neck. He feels Ethan’s arm around him and kisses into his hair so he sneaks an arm around the other, hugging his waist close, enjoying the feel of a smile against his forehead.
“They got me laid, so, yeah, they’re ok,” Nick says into Ethan’s chest, Ethan playing with his hair as he mutters, “they got you completely fucked – ruined – I think you said.”
“Shit, let it go,” Nick teases.
“You’ve had better, baby?” Ethan checks, and Nick wants to lie, to tease, to flirt, but he has no energy and it’s preposterous to think he's had better than this. The sex was magnificent, electric, and Nick is still buzzing from it, wondering if he’ll ever come down from it.
“No,” he says shyly, honestly, “you?”
“No, shit. I thought so, but you were something else,” Ethan praises, and Nick preens under his compliments and praise, flushing from pride rather than embarrassment this time around.
“You’re gonna stay, yeah?” Ethan asks, and Nick assumed he was. It feels natural, being here, like this, with Ethan. Nick nods into Ethan’s chest, and Ethan hugs him tighter, promising they’ll chill and order food later, Nick can stay and they’ll watch films.
“Maybe you can make good on your word later,” Ethan growls, “and ride me, bounce on my dick, huh?”
“I can’t even think about any physical activity right now,” Nick sighs dramatically, Ethan tickling his ear. Nick has his eyes closed but he can feel Ethan’s huge, beautiful smile, the visual of it imprinted in his brain. He’s already thinking about it though, climbing on top of Ethan and sitting back on his dick, rolling his hips.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Ethan said, and Nick snuggles into him, making a mental note to thank his friends when he next sees them. He’s sore but satisfied. All he needs is a nap, some food, and then he thinks he’ll enjoy showing Ethan exactly how good he is.
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