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The fuzzy red numbers on the digital clock tell you it's past your curfew before you close your eyes and tilt your head back, a stream of amber liquid burning your throat in its wake. When you open your eyes again, you see the most beautiful face you've ever seen. Hard to believe that you're so stunned, considering its the face you see every single day. The sharp jawline flecked with dark, neatly groomed stubble; those pink, full lips, hiding the brightest and most heart aching smile, capable of igniting that certain spark inside of you. The same spark which you swore was nonexistent in your once innocent mind. And the same spark present in his brown eyes, peering up at you deliciously from underneath thick lashes. He smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth softly before taking the bottle from your hand, unflinching as he downs twice as much as you did. You frown. "Doesn't it burn your throat?" You ask, astonished. His lips curl into an ironic smile as he pulls you closer onto his lap. Your dress rides up, but you don't bother to adjust it. "Open your mouth," he whispers hoarsely, tracing your lips with his calloused thumb. You oblige, willingly and almost too quickly, and he tilts your head back ever so slightly before pouring some more whiskey down your throat. The second time you swallow doesn't burn as much, but you feel light, like a cloud. A laugh bubbles from your lips, and Nick's face lights up like Christmas. Nick Jonas is perhaps the most notorious and gorgeous boy in town. Though he never shows up to school more than 3 times a week, his 4.0 is something to be envious of. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him, but he's yours. All yours. And he loves you so much, though he can be careless in the way he drags you into his bad habits. You snap out of your thoughts when you notice he's kissing you from your neck to your jaw, then up to nibble on your ear. His breath smells like Jack as he turns your face to kiss you gently a few times, before turning you fully in his lap. Your lips continue to move against his slowly, his tongue slipping underneath yours as he picks you up, legs tangled with yours, and lays you down on his pristine white bed. He pecks your lips a few more times, resting his forehead on yours to whisper a heartfelt, "I love you, baby." You smile up at him, cupping his stubbly cheek, when suddenly a sharp alarm causes you both to jump. You look over at the clock. 6 in the morning on a Friday. You sit up, heart pounding inside your chest, drilling away, and you can't seem to find your breath. Nick looks at you, concerned. "I never go on Fridays," he says cautiously, though he knows how much school means to you. The sole reason you met was in AP physics, when you were forced away from your lab group in order to be his partner. You resented him because you thought he was an idiot, he in the end, he proved you wrong. Aside from school, your parents were going to kill you. Of course, your mother loved Nick. But daddy dearest wanted to see Nick in the back of a police car, handcuffed. You looked at Nick hopelessly. "Let's go," Nick murmurs, guilty as he looks at you with big eyes, pressing an apologetic kiss to your delicate wrist. You smile weakly, nodding as you intertwine fingers. "Let's."
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Coming home from school is the worst. Your mother is teary eyed and your father took the day off from an important case just to yell at you. Though your mother calms down and forgives you, your father swears that he will do anything in his power to get Nick imprisoned if he ever comes around again. "Everything will be fine," your mother tells you before her and your father go out for dinner. "Just don't do anything that hurts you." You call your best friend up to vent, and after you hang up, a slight tap at the window catches your attention. Nick grins at you, a mischievous twinkle shimmering in his eyes as he slips through the window and engulfs you in his toned arms, tanned against the crispness if his white V neck. You blush as his eyes scan your frame, draped in one of his old shirts and his favorite pair of your black panties. He smells like whiskey and cigarette ashes with a splash of Gucci cologne, and he tastes even better. His hands slide down to your hips as you nip at his bottom lip with your teeth, moving your hips against his teasingly. He smirks into the kiss when you make a little noise at the back of your throat, guiding his backwards towards your bed and pulling him on top of you. Breathlessly, he tugs your shirt off, pleased when he sees no bra, and kisses down to your chest, his skilled fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear. He stops abruptly, sitting up as though nothing happened. You take a deep breath, flustered. "Are you just going to sit there?" You muse, looking up at him. He smiles, feigning innocence as he nods. "You didn't even say hello, ask me how my day was, nothing." You roll your eyes playfully, sitting up to face him. "Hello, Nicholas," he cringes at the use of his full name, "Fine day we're having. I hope your day was nice, because mine was shitty and I was really hoping you'd be able to make me feel good about myself by laying me down and making love to me right about now." You retort bitterly, and he smirks at you, amused. Nick leans forward, pressing a delicate kiss to your nose. "And why was your day terrible? Mine was actually great. I just slept all day, smoked a little, drank a little, and watched some movies. Should've joined me." He shrugs, moving to sit next to you. "I'm really hungry though. Pizza sound good, baby?" You narrow your eyes and Nick laughs, looking at your expression. "After pizza, we can have as much sex as you want to. I know it's been a while." Nick whispers, his hand creeping up your thigh slowly. You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips as Nick moves on top of you, lifting your shirt up and kissing down your belly, gently peeling your panties off with his teeth. "Forget the pizza, just fuck me," you groan, bucking your hips up as he tears his shirt off, the subtleness of his six pack hidden beneath the smattering of hair leading down to his happy trail. His body is as breathtaking as his face, perfectly chiseled and tanned and yours. His soft lips meet yours heatedly, your hands flying down to pull his jeans off hurriedly. Nick kicks his boxers down and reaches over to dim the lights and grab a condom, expertly sliding it on before pushing your legs apart. You look up at him, whimpering with need as he pushes into you slowly, pressing his body close to yours. Your hands tangle in his soft curls and he places one hand behind your head as he moves in and out slowly, using the other hand to pull the comforter over your bodies, now both slick with sweat. As he picks up speed in his thrusts, you moan his name a few times, sliding your hands down his back, clawing his skin with insurmountable pleasure. He whispers your name into your ear before pressing his lips all around your face and neck, each thrust filling you to the core. "I'm so close," you breathe, struggling for air as he grabs your left leg and lifts it above his shoulder. His eyes squeeze shut as you roll your hips along his, and he leans down to mumble, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, are you right there with me?" Grunting, Nick thrusts into you hard, and you bury your face into his damp shoulder, calling his name out as a wave of pleasure picks you up, and you feel him shudder as he replies with the sound of your name repeatedly, cursing and kissing every inch of your skin above your chest. You feel so light as he pulls out slowly, carefully disposing of the condom in a tissue. Nick pulls you into him, kissing you on the mouth chastely, and you can hear him breathing shallowly. When you open your eyes after a while, he's smirking, his hands toying with strands of your hair. "Come on," he says, sitting up. "Come with me." "Nick, I'm grounded, I can't-" "It's ok, you're not leaving the house, we're just going somewhere you've never been." You stare at him in wonder, and you feel a little scared as you slip into a new pair of panties and a big t-shirt. Nick slides his boxers back on and grabs something from his jeans before grabbing your hand and leading you onto the balcony. "Ever been on a roof?" He asks nonchalantly, standing on the balcony railing. "Nick, don't!" You beg, pulling his hand. "Come back down, you'll get hurt." He shakes his head, a small smile playing at his lips. You notice a box of unmarked cigarettes and a lighter in his hand. "Just smoke your cigarettes here if you need to," you huff, irritated. The taste of smoke is abhorrent, but he stifles a laugh when you say that. "What?" You challenge, blushing slightly. "You're so cute," Nick teases, biting his lip as he leaps up onto the roof. "Come here." Obviously, you follow his command, and he grabs you and pulls you up next to him, pointing to where he wants to go. "I'll hold you," his mumbles against your lips before you can protest, pushing you forward to the flat patch of roofing by the chimney. The air is chilly when you both sit down, so he pulls you on top of his lap, kissing your head and passing you the cigarette box. "You know I don't smoke," you make a disgusted face and he laps before pecking your lips. "These aren't cigarettes though." Your eyes widen. Drugs, like weed were a big no to you. "I don't do it that often, relax," Nick says, cutting your protests off with a few wet kisses. He lights a blunt, and takes a long hit before exhaling, the smoke escaping his perfect lips. When you fear it's your turn, he smirks again and takes another hit, his eyes blinking slowly at you. Nick kisses you softly, sweetly, before tugging your mouth open. He takes the joint in his mouth, looking straight into your eyes as he holds the smoke in his mouth. Slowly, he moves forward, his lips dangerously close to yours, and he simply blows the smoke into your mouth. You shut your mouth quickly, the smoke stinging and tickling, but you hold it in. "Blow," he insists, and his wish is your command. You feel dizzy and his hands tilt your face up to look at his, and he licks his lips, his voice deep as he whispers, "Good girl." He picks you up and puts the blunt out completely, before pulling you into his arms and carrying you down carefully. You feel tired suddenly, and though you wish he could stay, he smiles knowingly, blinking away the sadness in his eyes. "Better go before your dad gets home," Nick jokes, leaning down for a last, lingering kiss. "I love you," you whisper, touching his face. "When am I gonna see you again?" The way he smiles slightly makes your heart skip a beat, and he grabs the rest of his things without saying another word. You'd told him about your father's harsh warning. "Soon, I promise." And with that, Nick slips out into the cool night. A few minutes pass before your phone vibrates, and a text from your bad boy pops onscreen. "Tomorrow night?" Tomorrow night is one you can't wait for.
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