Age Of Man

Daisy - 28 - She/her

[copper-locks]

A LITTLE INTRODUCTION

Hi everyone,

This post's supposed to introduce me to you guys a little bit.

I'm Daisy, and I've been a "silent" Tumblr user for quite a few years now. I've always loved reading fanfiction. There's something very beautiful about reading words born from the imagination of someone who shares the same passion.

A few years ago, I started writing, but my shyness got the better of me, so I ended up never posting anything.

I don't really know what's changed now, but I got the courage to, at least, share where my imagination leads me.

In this season of life, I'm quite inspired by Bad Omens, so my writing will develop from that world.

If anyone comes across my works, thank you for being here.

-D.

Masterlist

[inthedarkofmyroom]

x

[givemesomethingbeautiful]

His hair looks so fluffy :>

[moonlit-spirals]

A Long List Of "Said" Alternatives

Organized by emotions!

ANGRY/ANNOYED:

Insulted, goaded, jeered, argued, bickered, raged, scolded, complained, nagged, quipped, chided, snarled, ridiculed, snapped, retorted, protested, grumbled, whined, accused, badgered, threatened, lashed, ranted, scoffed, retaliated, stormed, sneered, boomed, roared, yelled, shouted, barked, grilled, fumed, heaved, insisted, bellowed, taunted, sassed

HAPPY:

Beamed, cheered, gushed, bubbled, chirped, resounded, praised, sang, trilled, chorused, tittered, complimented, effused, jabbered, rejoiced, approved, chimed, chatted, exclaimed

SAD:

Bawled, cried, blubbered, sobbed, wept, sniffled, wailed, agonized, grieved, mumbled, groaned, sniveled, apologized, lamented, fretted, gurgled, croaked

CALM/NEUTRAL:

Added, began, addressed, agreed, called, announced, confirmed, described, continued, disclosed, echoed, greeted, emphasized, informed, mentioned, implied, mused, observed, prompted, offered, recited, started, recalled, uttered, reckoned, ventured, went on, pronounced, voiced, noted, remarked, commented, interjected, shared

SCARED:

Cautioned, gulped, swallowed, keened, panted, gasped, shrieked, trembled, shuddered, yelped, warned, hesitated, stammered, stuttered, pleaded, murmured, sputtered,

CURIOUS:

Hummed, questioned, inquired, quizzed, queried, wondered

NOTE: You don't always have to use an alternative to said in order to get your point across! Please avoid overusing dialogue tags, and remember to spice things up in other ways.

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

love it when mutuals appear in my activity like omigosh hiii

[cheerfullycatholic]

When medicine is holding the migraine back but you can still kinda feel it in the distance waiting to return

[theomensarchive]

BAD OMENS AT INKCARCERATION FESTIVAL

source: Inkcarcerationfestival

[paradiiddle]

the roles we play [boyfriend!noah]

You and your boyfriend get kinky in the bedroom.

Boyfriend!Noah x F!reader

Content warning: consensual non-consent (CNC), smut (p in v, oral sex), filth, power play

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: This is just me finishing a fic my previously horny self wrote as I take a breather from my hectic sched (August just couldn't come sooner). This might make some uncomfortable, so please, for the love of god, heed the content warning stated above.

Second drawer of his bedside table. Take his watch and bring it back to me. Do not get caught.

Those exact words from the estate’s ‘chief security’ were still ringing in your head while you stood frozen in place, heart hammering through your chest as you felt your entire body go cold. 

There really was no other way out now, it seemed.

“Well? Care to explain yourself?” 

The heavy gold watch dangled around your trembling fingers, its owner awaiting your response as he leaned against the doorframe. His voice remained low, his face clearly unamused with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

Who on earth would be amused anyway if you caught one of your housemaids stealing your Rolex?

It’s not like one watch would make a dent in his net worth, but that’s besides the point.

It was just your third day at your job in the estate, and you found yourself in trouble with none other than your boss, Mr. Noah Davis.

“Sir, I’m sorry… i-it was Chad who asked me to do this.” 

You carefully placed his watch on the small table as you heard him huff. 

“What, you didn’t even question him? Ask him why the fuck he would need my watch?”

“I- I’m not… I don’t—“

He cut you off with a loud scoff, his lips tugged by a devilish grin as he slowly took a few steps towards you.

“You do know I could get you fired and file a case against you, right?”

You gulped, eyes going wide as your hands started nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as if the piece of cotton would provide you with respite of any kind.

“Sir, p-please… I’m sorry, I-I’ll do anything,” you stuttered as you saw Noah’s smirk grow wider.

“How old are you again?”

“I’m 21, sir,” you quietly answered, biting your lip hard. “Please… I won’t– I won’t do this again. You can report me to the agency, sir, but p-please… I can’t go to jail. My family needs me.”

He snickered, “Do you know what they do to pretty and innocent girls like you in jail?” 

You shook your head as tears brimmed in your eyes. 

Clearly amused at your pitiful face, Noah moved closer and towered over your petite frame, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you.

“How about I show you, hm?”

“W-what?” You nervously swallowed.

“How criminals like you get treated in prison.” Slowly, one of his big tattooed hands reached out to your face and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.

You flinched involuntarily at the contact. “S-sir, I don’t understand…”

“Tell me, sweetheart, when was the last time your boyfriend fucked you?”

“H-Huh?”

“That was a simple question. Don’t play dumb with me.” He lifted your chin a bit aggressively, forcing you to look into his eyes as his long fingers started to caress your jaw.

You blinked back your tears as you reluctantly spoke, “I have never… I’ve never had sex, sir.”

Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in amusement, letting out a breathy laugh. “Then you’re really gonna end up being someone’s bitch in jail, young lady.”

“Sir, no, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t send me to the police. I’ll do anything,” you pleaded once again, your knees bucking as you awkwardly kneeled in front of your boss. You tilted your head up to not break eye contact, hoping the man in front of you could see the sincerity of your apologies.

Noah continued to enjoy the sight in front of him as you begged with clasped hands and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

He could really have fun with you his way then.

“Hm… what a good girl you are… already in position,” he taunted before unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He shamelessly lowered his pants and boxers enough to let his cock free, making your eyes go wide. “Come on, suck me, you little slut.”

You had never seen a dick up close before, yet you already knew he was big. Despite the shaft looking soft and hanging limply from his trimmed groin, it definitely looked girthy, with a protruding vein adorning its underside. 

“Come on,” he repeated, his hand squeezing his shaft as he stroked it. “You’d rather be my bitch now than somebody else’s in prison.”

Letting out a sharp breath, you grabbed his member reluctantly, slowly bringing it closer to your quivering lips. You were not even sure what to do, but decided to place a soft kiss on its head, which automatically made his shaft twitch in your hand. You brought your tongue towards its base, licking all the way up to the tip where you played with the slit, making the man above you groan. With your every move, you felt his cock grow hard, its dark mushroomed tip now starting to glisten with your spit and his own arousal. 

“Open your mouth and put it inside; I don’t have forever,” Noah grumbled, grabbing the back of your head to push you towards his pelvis.

You did not dare fight him anymore and did as told. 

His now hard cock slid effortlessly inside your mouth, the tip immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

Noah chuckled as he disregarded your discomfort and started thrusting his shaft in and out of you. 

You let him use you as he pleased, your hands finding purchase in the muscles of his thighs that clenched in every move. 

Spit dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears that found their way down from your cheeks. 

Who would have thought you’d end up on your knees sucking your boss’s cock in his bedroom today? Letting a man you barely knew use your mouth in the worst way possible?

But better this than jail time. Right?

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You sure you’ve never taken a cock before?” He snickered between his grunts and moans. 

You shook your head in response as you looked at his blissed-out face. Your teary eyes continued to plead for him to let you go already.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna–” Noah’s grunts swallowed his words as you felt him shoot spurts of hot cum right into your throat. His cock pulsated in your mouth while your boss stilled and emptied his load in you. 

You breathed heavily through your nose, lightly pushing him off you. 

Gladly, he finally let you go, making you gasp as you plopped down onto the carpeted floor. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to compose yourself, catching your breath while you let things sink in. 

But before you could even get yourself together, you heard Noah speak as he moved across the room. 

“Now take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

What?

Noah scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. You did not realize you said that out loud. 

“B-but… sir, please.”

“Did I stutter?”

Noah undressed himself completely before walking to the door and locking it. His cock was hard again, standing all red and glistening against his abdomen.

Deep inside, you gawked at the sight. You never thought your boss was fully tattooed from the waist up. And before he took off his shirt, you never thought tattooed guys could get this hot.

You shook off those inappropriate thoughts and went back to worrying about your current situation.

You sat frozen on the floor as your naked boss stood in front of you, his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for you to move.

“So?”

With wobbly legs, you slowly stood up. You swallowed before nodding, your eyes fixated on the ‘Desolate’ typography above his navel.

Hesitantly, you took off your shirt and pants and neatly folded them on the bedside table. You were now standing awkwardly with only your lace bra and panties on, crossing your arms against your chest.

Noah’s eyes raked up and down your semi-exposed body, his cock twitching at the sight of your cleavage and peeping cameltoe. 

“Do I really need to manhandle you and rip those off you?”

“Mr. Davis, I-“

“What? Do you want me to call the police instead?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, making your heart race anew.

“No, sir,” you quietly responded. “Please, don’t…”

“Then fucking strip,” he sternly said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he manspread, his cock standing erect as if taunting you once more.

Noah gripped his shaft with one hand while his other scrolled through his phone before bringing the device to his ear.

With eyes wide, you hurriedly unclasped your bra, letting your boobs spring free, making Noah groan quietly. And with no hesitation, you pushed your panties down, revealing your groomed sex to his hungry eyes.

“Sir… please don’t call the police…” Your eyes welled as you heard the other line pick up.

Smirking, he shushed you as he began speaking. “Yeah… cancel all my meetings this afternoon, and make sure no one disturbs me. I’ll be in my room… doing important stuff.”

He hung up and threw his phone on the mattress. But that did not stop your tears from dripping down your cheeks again. 

“Now get on the bed; I can’t wait to come inside that virgin little pussy.” Noah pulled you down on the bed, pushing you into position. But you pulled away from his grip and tried to plead one last time.

“Sir, please,” you hiccuped. “Anything but this…”

“Do you know crying turns me on even more?” He whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“No, please, sir. I’ll work for you for free, just… not this. Please, not this.” Frantic, you bargained, not knowing what else to offer instead.

He scoffed, not even slightly bothered. If anything, Noah was bothered by your pert nipples that hardened from the room temperature and were now begging to be sucked by his lips. 

His hands found your breasts, palms pushing your chest as your back hit the mattress. “You should’ve thought twice about stealing from me then. Now spread those legs and let me see that pussy.”

Noah licked his lips as you reluctantly opened your legs for him. He crawled towards you and pried your knees apart to spread you even wider; the cold breeze from the AC hit your exposed folds, making you shiver.

“Fuck, I haven’t been with a virgin for so fucking long,” he murmured, his fingers starting to rub along your puffy folds, opening your lips to expose your pink clenching entrance to his lust-filled eyes. “Shit, look how tiny you are. My cock’s gonna ruin you.”

Before you could even respond and beg for him to stop, you yelped at the sudden feeling of his wet tongue licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds. 

You squealed, trying to close your thighs to push him away, but Noah’s large hands forced them open. He was gripping you so hard you could already feel them bruising.

“There’s no point hiding or running away from me, sweetheart. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to fuck you anywhere in this house, even in front of people,” he said before his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh. “Now if I were you, just fucking relax and enjoy this.”

Then his finger poked your entrance and slid inside you inch by inch, making you feel the ridges of his bony digit.

You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing from the stinging sensation.

“Holy shit, you are so tight. How will you be able to take my cock?” He asked mockingly as he moved his finger in and out of your pussy. Noah dived right back and nibbled on your folds, covering you in his spit.

You could feel the end of the bed rocking, and when you dared look down, you saw him grinding against the mattress, his butt clenching with his movements.

Cursing, a whole new wave of panic crashed into you as Noah’s lips and fingers left your now throbbing pussy. He stood on his knees between your open thighs, one hand stroking his leaking cock while the other kept you spread.

“Sir… no,” you cried.

He tut-tutted, his large frame hovering over you. Smirking, he leaned down to place a kiss on your lower abdomen, up to your navel, ascending towards your heaving chest. He pecked both of your nipples, and as he wrapped his lips around one, you felt his bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, making you gasp and cry harder.

You tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but Noah’s big tattooed body pressed you completely helpless against his soft sheets. 

The pressure of his tip poking into you increased, and you felt your entrance stretch as he pushed his cock into you— slow but hard enough to make you feel the burn.

“It hurts…” You whimpered.

“Hm, really?” He mumbled against your nipple, releasing it with a pop. “Too bad I don’t go easy on pretty little thieves.”

A fresh batch of tears trickled down your temple as you silently cursed, face all scrunched up, making Noah giggle on top of you.

“You look so cute crying, taking cock for the first time. I would’ve loved making love with you, but… maybe next time.”

With that, he slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream, hands curled around his sheets.

“Fuck me, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.”

Noah’s lips moved up to your collarbone, towards the crook of your neck where he kissed and sucked until a purple bruise bloomed on your skin. An involuntary moan left your mouth, making him smirk.

“Are you enjoying this?”

You shook your head no, mouth continued to silently plead for him to stop.

“You better not be,” he grunted as he moved back to his knees and started pounding into you like a madman. “'Cause this is your punishment for stealing from me. You steal my watch; I steal your pussy.”

Noah slammed hard again, letting out shameless moans as you felt his movements stuttering. 

“Are you on the pill?” He turned your head aggressively so you could look at him. “Answer me.”

“No, sir,” you whimpered.

He chuckled, his thrusts now faltering bit by bit. “Okay, just pray that I don’t get you pregnant.”

“Please… don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He taunted, groaning as he felt himself reaching his high.

“Not inside me, sir… please.”

He smirked. “Just imagine what other people would say about you. Little virgin new girl sleeping with the boss...”

You cried hard, your legs trying to push him away, but again to no avail.

“Fuck… I can imagine your stomach swollen with my baby inside you. Fuck…” 

And with that, strings of curses left Noah’s mouth as he slammed into you one last time. Warm spurts of his come shoot inside your contracting walls, making you squirm underneath him.

His cock stilled, throbbing heavily. His body went limp on top of you as he calmed himself down, his face buried into your neck as both of your heavy breaths went in sync. 

It did not take long for you to hear him chuckle against your skin, and when he pushed himself up, both of you stared into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing. 

“Noah, what the fuck was that?” You playfully swatted his sweaty chest.

“What? Baby, I should be the one asking you that. That was your idea,” your boyfriend countered, giggling as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, you were amazing,” you said, smiling, feeling his warm palm caress your cheek. 

“You were, too.” He captured your lips with his for the first time since you started this bit. “Who would’ve thought you had this in you? You little thief.”

You rolled your eyes before placing a peck on the side of his lips. 

“That was so fucking hot, though… Sir.”

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© 2026 paradiiddle | masterlist

[copper-locks]

[r3prise]

writers I don't think get the attention they deserve, WITH a fic rec!! <3 pt 1

(before I continue, I love everyone in this fandom, there is absolutely no form of bias- it's just based off of their likes/reblogs because they write SO fucking good but don't get nearly enough attention!!)

1- @nefugus <3

fic rec- Kitten in distress (cat girl!reader x bad omens)

2- @ami-gami <3

fic rec- A little bit too excited (puppy!noah x fem!reader)

3- @thespookyantagonist <3

fic rec- Deadly Screams (honestly it's more plot focused but it's still really good, I know I've read it before but I can't remember if there's a pairing.)

4- @givemesomethingbeautiful <3

fic rec- Historians will call them best friends (noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilio)

5- @darksigns-exe <3

fic rec- whenever I'm alone with you (nicholas ruffilio x fem!reader)

6- @ladyveronikawrites <3

fic rec- FUCK ME UP, FOLIO (nick folio x noah sebastian)

7- @copper-locks <3

fic rec- THE MESS YOU LEFT BEHIND (davis rider x fem!reader)

8- @badlandsomens <3

fic rec- We'll Try Again (noah sebastian x fem!reader)

9- @boomenz <3

fic rec- Jealousy (nicholas ruffilio x fem!reader)

10- @just-a-ghost-girl <3

fic rec- With You. (noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilio)

[copper-locks]

Audrey 🥺 I'm... 😭

Please, go and check out every single writer on this list!! They are all so talented 🙂‍↕️🫶🏻

[clickrtrained]

in 2026 we must all use girl and babe as gender neutral terms. spread the word

[purr-in-ink]

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

[through tears] yeah i remain whimsical

[sorrowsofsilence]

“can’t do a show without crushin’” I love this dude

[sorrowsofsilence]

a day late but happy birthday our beloved drummer boy <3 :,)

[junglejim4322]

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

[guiltfactory]

BAD NEWS: it will not be the same forever

GOOD NEWS: it will not be the same forever

[dress-a-blade-up-in-red]

Baited

Nick Folio x Reader

Summary: Flirty Bestfriend!Folio takes you fishing (then takes you in the shower😉 )

Content Warning: Shower sex (unprotected p in v, oral m receiving, fingering)

Masterlist Taglist 

18+ MDNI

The screen door clicked shut behind you, the crisp AC a welcome sensation on your sweat-dampened skin. You and your (“rugged outdoorsy” as he had called himself) best friend Nick Folio had just gotten back to his place after he had brought you out fishing nearby. After years of friendship, days like this had become second nature; equal parts teasing, competition, and giving each other a hard time. You were so relieved to be out of the heat you almost didn’t notice the sound of blunt banging on the door. You whipped around quickly to find Folio through the glass, muddy boot nudging the door, with a large cooler and tackle box in each hand.

“Thanks for holding it” he said sarcastically, and you smiled sweetly in response, pushing it outwards to let him in.

Folio kicked his shoes off before hauling the coolers toward the kitchen. You trailed after him, plucking your sunglasses and Folio’s fishing hat off the top of your head.

"For someone who swore we'd catch dinner, we came home with... what? Two fish?" You said with a grin, avoiding his gaze and examining your nails.

He looked offended, "two respectable fish."

"One was barely bigger than your hand."

“Well I have big hands…and you know what they say about hand size.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. It’d be a complete lie to say you never thought about his size.

The kitchen was blissfully cool compared to outside. You leaned against the island while Folio lugged everything onto the counter, both of you taking a second to simply exist in the air conditioning. He then began emptying the coolers of all of the supplies and snacks the two of you had brought.

"You know," he said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, "most people at least pretend to help instead of just sitting there looking pretty."

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. "Oh, is that what I'm doing?"

"Mhm," he said, taking a slow drink, eyes flicking over you with a teasing smirk. "Real important job. Wouldn't want to interrupt."

"Someone has to supervise," you shot back. "Clearly you need it."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah? And how am I doing?"

"Poorly," you said, fighting a smile. "You're still standing here talking instead of putting the stuff away."

"Funny," he murmured, stepping a little closer, "I thought you liked the attention."

You snorted, shaking your head, as a blush spread across your cheeks at his proximity.

He finished emptying the coolers before stashing them in the garage. When he wandered back into the kitchen, the day's heat seemed to follow him inside. Sweat darkened the collar of his T-shirt, and the unmistakable scent of lake water, sunscreen, and fish drifted through the room.  

“Take a shower, Folio, I can smell you from here” you said, scrunching your nose.

He peeled his sweaty shirt off and tossed it in your direction, the damp fabric landing squarely over your head, covering your eyes. Folio laughed at your squeal of disgust as you pinched the shirt between two fingers and waved it back in his direction.

“You’re DISGUSTING” you yelped at him, trying to fight the smile creeping across your face. 

As you opened your eyes and faced him your breath caught. Years behind a drum kit had built him into lean strength rather than bulk, broad shoulders tapering into a trim waist, defined forearms marked by veins. Ink climbed over one arm and spilled across his chest, the tattoos shifting with every easy movement. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands clinging to his forehead from the heat, despite it all he somehow still looked unfairly good. 

“Staring an awful lot for someone who thinks I'm disgusting” he teased.

Your chest fluttered but you went with it, “So? Maybe I like what I see.”

He smirked and walked in your direction, brushing past you before heading into the bathroom and turning on the water.

“You know you don’t smell too hot yourself” he called out before stepping back into the hallway.

The sound of the shower trickling echoed through the house. He just watched you for a second, something unreadable flickering across his expression before it shifted into something far too familiar.Your stomach dropped.

"Don't," you warned, already taking a cautious step back.

"Don't what?"

You pointed at him, narrowing your eyes. "Nick, I mean it-"

You barely had time to squeak before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his warm, sweat-damp chest. Laughing despite yourself, you shoved at his shoulders, but he only grunted dramatically before hoisting you over one shoulder as though you weighed nothing.

"Folio!" you laughed, kicking your legs in exaggerated protest.

"Shouldn’t have teased me," he shot back.

Every attempt to squirm free only made him laugh harder as he carried you down the hall. The second he crossed into the bathroom, you twisted just enough to slide off his shoulder, your bare feet landing on the cool tile with a soft slap.

You barely had time to regain your balance before he reached for you again. His hands settled on your hips, steady but unrelenting. With one playful shove, you stumbled backward through the frosted glass door beneath the icy stream of running water. The freezing spray spattered onto you with a gasp, soaking your hair and shirt in an instant. 

Nick's hands still rested on your hips, holding you steady more than keeping you there. Water streamed over his shoulders, dripping from the ends of his hair. For the first time since he'd dragged you into the bathroom, he wasn't laughing.

His gaze traveled down your body for a heartbeat before climbing back to yours. Something in his expression had changed. Less teasing now, more uncertain, as if he'd suddenly become aware of just how close the two of you were.

Neither of you moved. You became hyper aware of the way the cold water made your nipples pebble beneath your tanktop, of his hands on your hips, your back against the shower wall. Suddenly, the shower wasn’t the only reason you were wet.

“You’re infuriating,” you said in an attempt to break the tension.

“And you’re turned on.”

“Doesn’t seem to bother you.”

His hands traveled up from your hips to the hem of your shirt.

"Tell me to stop." He commanded as he pulled the drenched fabric slowly up your body. You didn’t say a word, just moved your arms so it was easier for him to take it off.

“Didn’t think so” he said with a simper, then pulled the fabric over your head. He dropped it to the ground then returned his attention to your body. 

There was no going back from this. You didn't pull away. Instead you grabbed his wet shirt and yanked him down into a kiss. Messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding. Nick groaned into your mouth and backed you against the tile wall. His hands slid up your soaked body, palms rough on your bare skin, thumbs brushing your nipples.

You arched into the touch. "Fuck, Nick..."

He didn't answer with words. He peeled your shorts off, fingers working the button and zipper while water poured over both of you. You kicked the heavy denim down your legs. Nick's hand went between your legs, fingers parting you, finding you already slick despite the water. He rubbed your clit in slow circles, then pushed two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned, hips rocking against his hand.

"Been wanting to do this for years," he muttered against your neck, biting lightly.

The warmth of your arousal coated his hand as he worked you, his lips still pressed to yours. Your hands traveled down his toned chest and toyed with the fabric of Nick’s waistband until it came unbuttoned, his cock springing free, thick and flushed.

You wrapped your fingers around it immediately, stroking once, twice, feeling it throb in your grip. You pulled from the kiss and looked at him deviously before dropping to your knees on the wet tile. You looked up at him, bottom lip between your teeth, before you took his cock into your mouth without hesitation. Your lips stretched around the head, tongue swirling. Nick whimpered at the sight and his hand fisted in your wet hair.

"That's it, baby. Just a little bit more. God, you feel so good" he said as you sucked him deeper, gagging slightly when he hit the back of your throat. 

Spit and water ran down your chin. His body tensed as he struggled to keep his composure. He pulled you up after a minute, spun you around, and bent you forward. You braced your hands on the wall. Nick lined up behind you and thrust in hard, burying his cock deep within you in one stroke. You cried out, pussy clenching around him.

He fucked you like that, deep, steady strokes that made your tits swing and your ass slap against his hips. Water cascaded over you both. Nick reached around to rub your clit while he pounded into you. You pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning louder each time he bottomed out. 

“Harder," you gasped.

Nick gave it to you. He gripped your hips and slammed in faster, the wet sounds of skin on skin mixing with the shower spray. His cock drove deep with every thrust, stretching you open while water streamed down your back.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about this since the day we met," he groaned, leaning over you. His breath was hot against your ear. "All those nights we’ve stayed up talking, pretending we weren't imagining exactly this."

You pushed back against him, moaning as his fingers found your clit again. "Me too. Every time you’d tease me, call me names... no idea how bad I wanted you."

"Should've done this years ago," Nick muttered, pounding harder. "Wanted to bend you over and fuck you senseless every damn time we hung out."

The filthy confessions pushed you over the edge. Your pussy clenched tight around him as you came, legs shaking, a cry tearing from your throat. Nick followed right after, stilling and pumping his cum deep inside you.

You stayed pressed against the wall for a moment, both breathing hard while the water cascaded over your bodies. Nick pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down your thigh. You turned around and kissed him, softer and slower this time.

"Took you long enough," you murmured against his lips.

Nick laughed low and satisfied, pulling you closer. "Worth every fucking second of waiting."

Authors Note: I forced myself out of my writing slump just in time for FOLIO'S BIRTHDAY! So Folio fiends pls enjoy I struggled over this for so long for some reason! I have a couple ideas brewing and might put out a poll soon so be on the lookout. Love you all!! -Lila

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Death and the Maiden by Ana Sanchez