These are some of the fics (in no particular order) that I come back to the most often:
1. To know you're mine / what if by @darksigns-exe - two of my all-time favourite things ever. I love a stray, wet dog Noah who gets taken in by Nick and his girlfriend 🙂↕️
2. Features by @somebodyels3 - because who doesn't love dommy mommy courtney la plante ‼️
3. Hungry like the wolf by @malice-ov-mercy - this one is always on my mind—maybe a little bit too much.
4. Untitled thing by @jestersnotebook - beloved noah and jolly 💕
5. Apartment 137 by @silent-stories - big on the hurt/comfort.
6. Kitten in distress by @nefugus - because who doesn't love a cat girl?
7. Honeybee by @r3prise - kitty!Nicholas is such a sweetheart and I love him an unholy amount.
8. Watch me like you own me by @givemesomethingbeautiful - camboy!Noah is absolutely adorable 💕
9. Playing in the snow by @fadingangelwisp - werewolf!noah is an absolute cutie pattootie
10. Anything > human by @aplaceinthedark - left me sooooooo emotionally damaged after reading
There's still many other writers that I've simply forgotten to mention. There are so many talented writers on here, it's difficult to pick just ten fics.
Summary: Hidden Stories is your goal in order to fulfill your lifelong dream of becoming a tattoo artist. What you didn't expect was to find a brother and a receptionist who both annoyed you and made you laugh in equal measure.
A/N: Hi everyone ! We're so excited to finally share with you the first chapter of our fic. Once again, @takeme1st and I wanted to say a massive thank you for the resonance our story got. We're very grateful 💓 We've decided to structure the story alternating between POVs. Reader's is written by Daisy, while Noah's is written by Em. Hope you'll enjoy it! Daisy & Em 💛🖤
Disclaimer: These are fictionalized versions of the band members. Their actions and personalities in this story are entirely products of our imagination and are not intended to represent the real people in any way.
Chapter 1
Sunday - 08:00 AM
The sound of the constant downpour that was cascading from the sky did nothing to muffle the groan that was leaving your lips. Your arm completely lost in your huge bag trying to fish out the keys to the tattoo parlor.
A strong gust of wind made your umbrella slip from your grip, tilting slightly exposing your freshly washed hair to the cold droplets.
“Be damned the day I chose to become a tattoo artist” you muttered under your breath, your mind catapulting to your warm, cozy bed you had to leave at an ungodly hour.
That sentence had been circulating your mind for 3 months, since you’ve been accepted as the apprentice at “Hidden Stories Tattoo Studio.”
The most gruelling 3 months of your life. Weekends, festivities and rest days ceased to exist the moment you signed your papers.
At the moment your main tasks were linked to the maintenance of the parlor: sweeping and scrubbing the floors, setting up and breaking down stations for resident or senior artists, answering phone calls and running errands for everyone.
That was all you did, 8 hours a day, 7 days a week. As tough as it sounded, you found your ways to have little happy moments in between the different chores. One of those was the fact that, most Sundays, artists came in very late, during the first afternoon hours, so that gave you a chance to have the shop to yourself, blast some music on the speakers and get started at your own pace.
The studio greeted you still in the shadows, dim light filtering through the big windows it had. A strong scent of disinfectant hit your nose, mixing with the taste of your hot coffee you just bought from the shop across the street.
“Well, first things first… music” you said to yourself.
The first notes from Arctic Monkeys’s third album Humbug started playing, filling the room. “That’s better” you hummed satisfied with your choice.
Too engrossed in your tasks, your perception of time slipped away from you. You were midway through setting up the very last station for the day when your stomach growled aggressively. Picking up your phone, you saw that it was almost 1 o’clock.
Lunch time.
Now, you’ve been so efficient today, that maybe you could take a few hours off just to go home, eat something warm and hearty, considering the weather, and then go back for the closing shift once the artists finished their work. Moreover, the very first appointment of the day was booked for 3:30, so that gave you plenty of time to just have some rest before picking your shift back up.
Once the last few things on your to do list were finished, you made your way towards the door.
Your hand was just getting to the handle, already tasting the warm soup you decided to prepare, when the heavy metal barged open.
A damp gust of wind sprayed in your face making you stumble, colliding straight into a slim frame.
Nick.
Your friend was soaking wet. His dark hoodie was plastered on his shoulders, his long raven hair stuck to his face, droplets falling onto the clean floor tiles you just spent hours cleaning.
Your expression turned into one that resembled a deer caught in the headlights. Nick’s icy gaze moved between your face, the duffle bag on one hand and the keys you were gripping on the other.
“Where do you think you’re going?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth, dry, stern. His jaw clenched.
“I just finished prep” you stammered, your voice so little compared to his. “The first intake is at 3:30, I was going to grab some…”
Nick’s expression was, for a lack of better word, mocking. “Oh” he scoffed “Silly me, I must’ve written the shop's opening hours wrong then” he pointed at the little sign stuck on the door. “The shop opens at 1. Whether there are clients or not. Whether there are artists or not. You don’t leave the parlor unattended. You should know better, Y/N.”
Hot flushes crept up your neck, your cheeks burned turning into a crimson colour.
He was right, I should've known better. After all, he has been my sponsor for this very spot. I couldn’t let him down, at least not during the very first months and because of a futile reason.
Before you could say anything more, you caught movement behind Nick’s frame. A second boy stepped out of the rain. He was taller than Nick, sporting a beanie on his head. He promptly took it off, shaking his head, like a dog, to try and get rid of the excess water on his long hair.
Well, you thought, there they go, my long hours of work, out the window.
“C’mon, Nick,” the boy chimed in while taking off his black jean jacket “Cut her some slack… Don’t you see she’s about to cry?” His gaze locked in yours, a clear smirk on his face. He clearly had caught the tailend of your lecture from Nick.
The first few seconds were a bit confusing. That face looked familiar, he wasn’t a complete stranger.
It was his tattoos on his hands that gave him away. You rolled your eyes, annoyance starting to bubble into your stomach.
Your mind took you immediately back to that cramped, loud, sweaty living room. The heavy riffs of the guitar were shaking the tiny house, bouncing from wall to wall.
You were pushed up against the wall near one of the windows, a paper cup in your hand filled with a weird concoction Nick made.
You were listening to one of the girls slurring about how much she hated her boyfriend for a reason that you still couldn’t understand. You were there just to get a bit of fresh air since the air was getting heavier and thicker. It must’ve felt like an invitation to talk.
Scanning the room to get a valid excuse to escape, you found Nicholas’ eyes looking right at you.
Thank God! you thought.
“Well, it was a pleasure meeting you….” you screamed in that girl’s ear. She just nodded eagerly, lifting her cup as a sign of recognition.
You didn’t even wait for that interaction to finish before beelining straight to your friend.
“Didn’t you see I was in a very sticky situation?” you shouted hoping to be heard above the music.
Nick smiled amused by your annoyance. “I thought you were having fun” he teased, bringing his mouth near your ear just to communicate better. “Seeing that tortured expression made me realize that you still haven’t suffered through enough party meltdowns to have a sufficient exit strategy.”
You groaned
“And as the self - proclaimed almighty god of parties you should be the one to inflict punishments as you wish?” you shot back.
He laughed loudly, clutching his stomach.
“As your older friend it is my duty to make you experience the best AND the worst of parties” he said half paying attention to you. You saw his gaze flicking between your frame and something behind you. A grin spread on his face.
“There you are,” Nick said, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving you the input to turn around “Noah, this is Y/N.”
Noah had never been the party type. There was something about large crowds that made him feel a bit uneasy. He had a lot of friends, sure. And he was sociable enough. But that was in a context in which he was comfortable, rehearsing in someone’s garage, lounging in someone’s house. And not to mention - with people he knew. He couldn’t believe Nick had managed to drag him along to some random house party. He really wasn’t looking forward to being ”the weird guy” in the corner all evening. Noah didn’t know why, but he was no good with strangers. And with drunk strangers? Even worse.
Nick really owes me for this one, Noah thought to himself, standing in a corner of the overcrowded living room with a drink in his hand. He wasn’t too sure what it was, he only knew that it burned like hell going down. Which he took as a good sign, it probably has a high alcohol content.
He took another sip and scanned the room. No one he knew. There were a bunch of people that looked vaguely familiar but no one that he had actually talked to before. Where even was Nick? Noah huffed to himself, already in a bad mood.
Just as he was about to pull his phone out of his pocket he heard a familiar laugh. Following the sound, he ended up in the kitchen. Nick was talking to a girl he had never met before. So why was Nick talking to her like he’d known her forever?
Nick looked up as Noah approached, giving him that signature grin that usually meant that he was about to volunteer Noah for something.
”There you are,” Nick said. ”Noah, this is Y/N.”
You turned around to face him. Cute, he thought. Not in a dramatic, earth-shattering kind of way. But… definitely cute.
Noah extended a hand to you, which you took. He couldn’t avoid noticing how small your hand felt in his. He also noticed that you looked just as overwhelmed as he felt, like you too would like to be anywhere but in the middle of a house party. He got that.
Before Noah had time to say anything, Nick continued.
”She’s the new tattoo apprentice I was telling you about.”
The apprentice? Noah’s eyes flicked back over to you. He instinctively looked for tattoos.
He could find one… two… three? Huh. That was it, as far as he could tell.
A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth before his brain had the chance to intervene. Later, he’d blame the alcohol.
“So…” he said. “You’re becoming a tattoo artist with, what, three tattoos?”
You raised an eyebrow at him.
”Damn, maybe I should be the apprentice instead!” he blurted out with a bark of a laugh.
And there it was. The exact moment he watched your smile falter. Fuck. That probably hadn’t come out the way he intended.
“...Dude.” Nick groaned.
“What?”
“You can’t say that.”
Noah frowned.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m standing right here…?” you piped up.
“What? It was an observation!” Noah felt like he had to defend himself, even though he knew that he was more or less digging a deeper and deeper grave.
“That’s a terrible observation,” Nick said. He turned to face you. “Ignore him. Sometimes I think that he thinks that social skills are optional.”
“They’re overrated,” Noah shrugged.
That's when a familiar voice called his name. Noah looked up to see Folio waving to him from the living room, already holding two shot glasses and looking far too excited about whatever terrible idea that had just crossed his mind.
Noah turned back to face you.
“Hold that thought, sunshine…” he said before walking off.
“Who the fuck was that?” you exclaimed, whipping your head towards your friend.
To be fair, Nick looked pretty mortified; his shoulders were slumped, a hand nervously passing through his hair.
He looked at you quizzically for a moment before you clarified “I got that his name was Noah, Nick, I’m not that dumb” your friend snickered.
“Who is he in relation to you… you dumbass”
Without missing a beat he deadpanned “he’s the singer of the band I told you about.”
Oh.
“To be fair, he does give off that energy” you mumbled more to yourself.
“And that’d be?” Nick immediately asked.
“Prick… prick energy” you stated coldly while looking at Noah making his way towards a couple of already rowdy boys.
Noah made his way over to Folio, just to discover that he had brought Davis with him.
“Davis!” Noah exclaimed. “My dude!”
“I see Nick is talking to some girl.” Folio stated.
“So?” Davis asked.
Noah snorted. “So we’re leaving him the fuck alone,” he said.
Davis and Folio exchanged a look before shrugging. Folio then proceeded to grab Noah by the sleeve, pulling him through the living room.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Five minutes later they were sitting on the roof of the garage, legs dangling over the edge with two six-packs and a bottle of vodka between them. Unbeknownst to them they were stranded up there, since Folio had accidentally knocked the ladder down without noticing.
“Where did you find a ladder, anyway? Noah asked.
Folio grinned.
“Borrowed it.”
“This is incredibly stupid,” Noah muttered, taking another sip straight from the bottle.
“Yeah,” Davis agreed. “Pretty cool though.”
“And we're definitely gonna get caught,” added Noah.
“Only if we fall first,” Folio said, reaching for the bottle that Noah was holding.
Below them, house music spilled out through the open windows while people spilled in and out of the backyard. The evening air was warm around them as the sun dipped lower over an endless stretch of rooftops, painting the suburb in soft golden hues. For a while, none of them said anything.
“Do you ever think about it?” Folio asked eventually.
“About what?”
“The band.”
Noah looked out over the neighborhood.
“All the time.”
“You think we’re gonna make it?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of Noah's mouth. He took a sip from the bottle that Davis held out to him.
“We have to.”
Davis laughed. “That’s not really an answer.”
“No,” Noah shrugged. “It isn’t”.
Another silence settled between them.
“Imagine…” Folio said, gesturing vaguely towards the horizon. “A couple of years from now…”
“We’re touring,” Noah stated matter-of-factly.
“We’re broke.”
“Yeah… but we’re broke in Europe.”
“You guys are just gonna leave me here to go to Europe?” Davis asked.
“No way!” Folio exclaimed. “We’re gonna need a merch guy.”
“I’d sleep on venue floors, if that’s what it takes. We have to make it. We just… we have to,” Noah said.
For a while, they just sat there. The bottle of vodka got passed around between beers. The music from the party was the only sound, apart from the occasional burst of laughter from the party below. None of them really felt a need to fill the silence as they watched the sun set. It wasn’t awkward. Just… comfortable.
Folio lay back against the warm shingles of the roof, tucking both hands behind his head. Davis absentmindedly peeled the label of the bottle of vodka. Noah was contemplating the neighborhood that stretched out beneath him, rows of quiet houses glowing in the last light of the day. He took a sip of his beer, and then another. You suddenly popped into his head, the way your smile had vanished after his stupid comment.
“I think I screwed that up,” he said, breaking the silence.
“Huh?”
“The girl Nick was talking to. The new tattoo apprentice.”
“How?” Davis asked.
“I said she didn’t have enough tattoos to go into tattooing…”
“Yikes.” Folio whistled.
“...And that maybe I should instead.”
Davis gave him a look.
“I wasn’t even trying to be a dick.”
Folio dunked Noah in the back. “You just come that way naturally.”
They all laughed at that.
“I should probably apologise."
“Yeah…” Davis sighed. “You probably won’t though.”
“I will! I totally will… after another drink.”
After a while, and many drinks later, they decided to climb down. Noah was set on giving you an apology. They all got up, albeit a bit clumsier than usual, and Folio peered over the edge.
“Uh…”
“What?”
“The ladder”.
“What about it?” Davis asked.
“It’s not there anymore,” Folio stated.
There was a silence before all three of them leaned forward. Sure enough… no ladder. There was another silence before they burst out laughing. They stood hunched over, hands over their stomachs, tears streaming down their faces from laughing so hard.
“Oh we’re so screwed,” Davis chuckled.
Noah walked to the edge, looked down, and shrugged.
“I can make that,” he stated.
Folio blinked. “...No.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re also drunk.”
“I’m tall.”
“Two completely unrelated facts.”
“Hm… no,” Noah said. “They’re very much working together.”
Before either Folio or Davis could stop him, Noah had lowered himself over the edge of the rooftop, hanging with straight arms for a second before letting go. To his own surprise, he landed on both feet. For approximately half a second. Then his feet slipped out from under him.
“Shit—”
Noah hit the ground on his ass with a thud. There was a moment of silence before an explosion of laughter erupted above him. Folio was doubled over, clutching his knees for support. Davis had one hand over his face, laughing so hard he almost followed Noah down the roof. Noah looked up at them, still sitting on the ground.
“You guys suck, you know that?”
Neither of them could get a word out. Noah got up and brushed the dirt off his jeans and looked around. He spotted the ladder laying halfway over a bush.
“You know what?” Noah said. “Figure it out yourselves.”
“Noah!” Folio called out between hits of laughter. “Please!”
Noah took a few steps over to the ladder. He picked it up and walked away, leaving Folio and Davis stranded.
“Asshole!” Davis yelled.
Noah didn't even look back, he just raised a hand over his shoulder and gave both of them the finger before disappearing around the corner.
The kitchen had somehow gotten even louder.
People squeezed past each other with half-empty cups in their hands, someone was arguing over the music, another guy was trying, and failing, to flip a bottle onto the counter.
Noah spotted you leaning against the kitchen counter, still holding a bottle of cider. Nick must’ve disappeared somewhere because he was nowhere to be seen.
There she is. Okay. Just apologize. You’ve done it before, Noah. It’s not that hard.
He took a breath and walked over.
“Hey.”
You looked up. You looked at him with an expression somewhere between confusion and mild disappointment.
“Oh.”
Not exactly an enthusiastic response. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“So…”
There was an awkward silence.
“I’m pretty sure I got off on the wrong foot earlier.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“You think?”
“…Yeah.”
There was another awkward silence. You looked anywhere but at him. Noah swayed a little on the spot. Shit, he might actually be too drunk. Now say you’re sorry Noah. He opened his mouth and… his eyes drifted to the bottle in your hand.
“…You’re still drinking cider?”
You glanced down at the bottle in your hand.
“I got another one.”
“…Right.”
Another awkward silence. His brain was screaming at him to apologize. Alas, Noah’s mouth had other plans.
“You know…”
He held up the shot glass in his hand.
“I could fix that.”
“…Fix what?”
“The cider situation.”
“There isn’t a cider situation.”
“There is very much a cider situation.”
You raised an eyebrow, staring at him for a long second. Not necessarily annoyed, not amused. Just… unimpressed.
“…Are you asking me to take a shot?” you asked.
“I think I am.”
You stared at him for a second.
“I thought you were about to apologize.”
Noah didn’t quite know what to say.
“I was.”
“And then?”
“…I got distracted.”
“…By my cider?”
“…Maybe.”
There was another silence in which you just looked at him and he looked at you. Noah smiled at you, really trying to convey some kind of apology with his eyes. Because of the ridiculous amount of alcohol in his system however, this wasn’t a success.
“You really don’t want one?” Noah asked, holding up the shot glass.
You shook your head, amused despite yourself.
“I’m good.”
“C’mon.”
“No.”
“Just one.”
“I said no.”
He let out the most dramatic sigh before throwing an arm loosely around your shoulders.
“Pleeeeease.”
You looked up at him. His bottom lip protruded a bit, his brown eyes pleading.
“…Are you pouting?”
“I’m negotiating.”
“This is not negotiating.”
“It absolutely is.”
“Noah.”
“What?”
“You’ve known me for, like, twenty minutes.”
“So?”
“So why are you acting like we’re best friends?”
He blinked.
“…Because I want you to take a shot with me?”
“You are unbelievable,” you said as you rolled your eyes.
“I’ve been told,” Noah said, pouring both of you a shot. ”So now darling, please.” He handed you one of the glasses. ”Take a shot with me.”
From somewhere across the room Nick looked over, immediately spotting Noah with his arm around you.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Folio, who had managed to get down from the roof with Nick’s help, followed his gaze.
“…Is he cuddling the apprentice?”
“I think he’s trying to apologize.”
“By annoying her?”
Nick sighed.
“That’s exactly what he’s doing.”
“Did they ever tell you that you’re a horrible listener, also?” You could smell alcohol reeking through his breath.
“Actually darling” he gripped your shoulder even more “they said that I am a fucking good listener.” Using you as a sort of support, he swished his arm as indicating the whole room, resulting in dropping every last ounce of the liquid on the floor.
Annoyance was too bland of a word to describe what was boiling in your stomach. Anger shot up through your stomach invading your senses. You quite literally were seeing red.
“I think that’s enough socializing for the night” you yelled, abruptly shaking off his arm, causing Noah to slightly lose his balance.
Without staying there a second more, you took off towards the exit, not even bothering saying goodbye to Nick.
Your first impression was right. He was an absolute prick.
Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x female reader; Nicholas x female reader
cw: mentions parenthood planning, oral sex (f receiving)
an: I've been siting on this idea since october with breedvember and with @sorrowsofsilence baby fever blurb really rotted the brain. This will be multiple parts. You will see each of the guys throughout the course of the snowed in weekend. The prompt was 'snowed in and 'pregnancy roulette' so that will be fueling the entire series.
!IF YOU HAVE A BREEDING KINK GET READY!
This chapter is a prologue of sorts. I have no idea where this will take me. All I do know for sure is after this mini series I will wrap of the Impolite series. Please note- there will be babies in the future (I'm planning it for that in the epilogue. it will be labeled) My brain is ready to give y'all a taste lol. I have no idea when the next chapter will be so please be patient. I am hoping that posting with will encourage me to continue. Shout out to a late night Celsius this is only reason I even opened this doc and was able to finish this. Thank you for being a part of the journey, I hope you enjoy the ride!
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Nicholas was the one to suggest his family's cabin for the holidays. Mr. Karlsson opens the cabin door for you and heat wraps its arms around you instantly. After unlacing your snowy boots, you survey the rest of the living room, the picture frames on the fireplace mantle catch your eye first. You walk over to the mantle, tracing a finger over each frame, etching to memory each moment of Nicholas' childhood.
A small yelp slips from your lips when warm hands envelope themselves around you, calloused fingers finding bare skin under your cashmere sweater.
"Cold out there, hm?" Nicky hum against your ear. "It's a different kind of cold compared to a California winter."
"I've never witnessed this much snow before," you confess.
"Well, I guess we'll have to change that." Nicky presses his hot lips to your neck. Your eyes remained fixed on the photos as your heart aches for a bond like that, a family of your own.
"Do you think you'd every tell your family about us?" His lips freeze on your pulse point.
"Already have, sweetie that's why we're here," he chuckles softly, the vibration warming your neck crawling up to your cheeks. His lips linger higher up your jaw to kiss the corner of your lip while his hands press at your hips turning you to face him.
Nicholas' steel blue eyes cloud with lust, "I've got some making up to do. Watching you come apart on a screen just isn't enough." Your pussy throbs at the memory of Mr. Karlsson storming into the room while masturbating with Nicholas on screen. He'd rip out the toy that Nicholas was controlling, then angle your body perfectly, forcing Nicholas to watch Mr. Karlsson fuck you. It was the blessed addendum to the negotiations that Nicholas wanted.
Nicholas loved watching Mr. Karlsson fuck you rough. Your eyes would remain fixed on his on the screen as his hands would rest on his bare thighs, fingertips digging into the skin. The moment Nicholas' name fell from your lips, he would climax untouched, shooting cum all over his chest.
Your lashes flutter open softly as Nicholas' husky voice yanks you from your lusty memory, "I'll be your cuck in every room. How does that sound?"
He nips at your earlobe and a small yelp tumbles from your lips. Your eyes remain unfocused and clouded with lust but somehow in the corner of your vision you spot a pair of brown eyes watching you. Heat shoots straight to your core. Tilting your head slightly you catch Nicholas' lips with yours. His lips are soft and warm against yours and they part so easily. Nicholas walks you back into the brick of the mantle. His grip on your hips turns bruising and then he starts to rock against you. Despite the layers of denim between you, you can feel every inch of his hard cock. It's been so long you'd been with him that you had forgotten how much bigger he is compared to the other guys. How could you forget?!
"Is that a yes, kitten?"
You open your mouth to answer but a moan slips out.
"Getting started without me?" Mr. Karlsson chuckles darkly.
"Mhm," Nicholas moans in agreement against your skin.
"God, I've missed you," you softly confess. Internally, you chide yourself for not responding to Mr. Karlsson as you should.
Mr. Karlsson clears his throat, annoyed. You tense, eyes going wide. Mr. Karlsson looks pissed. You move your hands to push against Nick's chest, but he doesn't budge.
"Nicky, please." Nicholas digs is nails deeper into your skin while sucking a hickey on your neck. "Mine," he whispers in your ear. He releases his grip on you and throws you a wink before turning to Mr. Karlsson.
"Come give daddy a kiss on the cheek," Mr. Karlsson addresses Nicholas. Nicholas obeys with a smug grin giving Mr. Karlsson the faintest of pecks.
Mr. Karlsson's eyes narrow. "Now apologize."
"Sorry daddy," Nicholas casts his gaze to floor but there is no hint of remorse in his tone.
"I'll deal with you later," Mr. Karlsson bites out and then walks around Nicholas and then straight to you.
You stand frozen in shame with your eyes glued to the floor. Mr. Karlsson gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. "You are not in trouble, darling." He kisses the corner of your lip. "Seems like you've forgotten Nicholas's wit and charm. He brats out differently than Folio and Noah so don't let him get under away with it. He wants to get in trouble." You relax into him, noticing Nicholas has left.
"Come now love, dinner's waiting."
In the huge open kitchen you find Noah and Folio chatting on metal bar stools by the butcher block island. Suddenly, your heart leaps in you chest when you spot the gorgeous bouquet of flowers. Letting go of Mr. Karlsson's hand, you rush over the counter. The arrangement is breathtaking in its mix of deep reds and burgundy to soft white and pastel pink petals like firing passionate love in the dead of winter. Leaning against the marble vase is a card. Gently, you tear open the card addressed to you. In it, Nicholas' mother and sister welcome you into the family. Tears threaten to spill over as unexpected joy spreads through your chest. All of a sudden hands and bodies press against you and that's when you finally notice the guys… your guys holding you tight.
After a few sniffles and hiccup coughs, Noah, Nicholas and Folio step back from the group hug leaving you in a tight embrace with Mr. Karlsson.
"That was very kind of them," he says softly against your hair. At a loss for words you hug him tighter, breathing in his soothing cologne. Exhaling a long breath, you part from Mr. Karlsson to hand him the card and then quickly peck a kiss to his cheek. He knows what you're about to do before you even have time to stop yourself. With overwhelming emotions stirring in your gut, your heart leads you to Nicholas. You don't notice the other guys part when your hand fists at Nicholas' sweater pulling him into a heated, passionate kiss. The tears finally flow down your cheeks freely. He kisses you back with the same fervor and fierceness that seals your bond together.
"Thank you," you say, squeezing his hand tight. "I know you all…" You step back to meet each one of their gaze, "have been trying for so long to help see that we are family and now I know it's true."
Nicholas hugs you tight, "I love you. We love you."
"Let's eat! I'm starving!" Folio shatters the tender moment.
"You're always hungry, dude." Noah rolls his eyes then smacks Folio on the back of the head.
"Do that again and I'll pin you to the ground," Folio threatens playfully.
"I'd watch that!" you egg them on. A silent storm rages between Noah and Folio and a part of you wants to see how it plays out, but Nicholas takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen.
"Let's eat before it gets cold. Those two have been at each other's throats all day."
"That's hot," you smile taking the plate Nicholas offers you.
Despite being on vacation, your body wakes you up before dawn. You aren't surprised that the sheets beside you are empty and cool— no vacation could keep Mr. Karlsson from his routine. Rolling over you find no note or text from him which means you'll have to find him yourself.
You dress in an off white knit crop top and matching joggers. In the closet you find Mr. Karlsson's orange flannel that your layer over top. After sliding into fuzzy slippers you make your way down the wooden stair case to the main level, the scent of coffee pulling you into the kitchen.
"Good morning," your voice is thick from sleep but you pay no mind as you wrap your arms around Mr. Karlsson.
"Good morning!" He turns to face you in the embrace. "How'd you-" He steps back and takes in your outfit, his eyes linger on his flannel. Without warning he grabs your hips and lifts you onto the kitchen island. You yelp when your ass hits the hard granite.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he growls tugging at the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips to help him pull them down then you lean back on your elbows. He licks his lips, "No panties either," he huffs in delight. He leans over your eager pussy and with his thick fingers he gently pulls your lower lips apart. His breath is hot against your sensitive skin making you moan. "It's like you planned this. " Mr. Karlsson dives in, his beard abrases the delicate flesh that heightens your arousal.
"I di-" Suddenly, the air rushes out of you the moment Mr. Karlsson sucks your clit between his teeth. "Hhhhhg" You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle a deep moan. He clamps down on your thighs, bracketing you to the counter and then his tongue licks into your entrance.
"Should have thought about the consequences," he mutters against your throbbing pussy.
"Did someone say consequences?" Nicholas' husky voice filters into the room. How long has he been watching?! You turn your head to find him sporting a messy bun, glasses, some obscure anime on his graphic tee and black lounge pants. At the same time Mr. Karlsson presses a flat tongue to your clit as reminder of what's happening between your legs. "Fuck me," you mutter under your breath. Mr. Karlsson huffs a laugh that rumbles against your aching clit. You tear your gaze away from Nicholas hoping he'll get the message to leave, but to your dismay he crowds within your legs beside Mr. Karlsson.
"May I?" Nicholas asks.
You open your mouth to tell him to fuck off. But you don't really mean it as you've missed spending time with him. And you know cursing gets under his skin. A part of you loves to rile him up. He's so quiet most of the time but when you push at each other's buttons things heat up quick.
Mr. Karlsson sucks at your clit one last time before pulling off with an audible pop. He stands righting himself before capturing Nicholas' lips, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Nicholas moans and Mr. Karlsson parts, planting a tender kiss to his cheek. You take this time to breathe and prop yourself up on your elbows.
"Of course, but don't take to long she gets hangry." You narrow your eyes throwing a scowl in Mr. Karlsson's direction. He winks and turns to the espresso machine.
"I do-" the retort dies in the back of your throat the second Nicholas' tongue swipes from entrance to your clit. "Oh my god!" Your hands dive into his messy hair shoving him onto you. Your clit ached for more friction and he delivered.
"For someone," you pant a little breathless. "….who doesn't talk much….you sure do know how… to use…your tongue!" Suddenly, he slides in two into you. Your arms begin to tremble so you relent to laying back onto the counter top. Closing your eyes you let the sensations wash over you. Nicholas sucks your now engorged clit between his lips at the same time he curves his fingers into the sweet spot inside you. Your legs and abdomen tense as the heat builds in your core. His fingers brush against the spongy spot coaxing you closer to the edge when suddenly he kisses your clit and then pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue. The heel of his other hand presses firmly against your clit eliciting a shockwave that crashes through you.
"Oh fuck!" Without warning, white stars burst behind your eyelids as your body tenses and trembles. Nicholas continues to lick and suck at your now very sensitive pussy. "Nick, I-"
"You taste so good…need every last drop," he whines. He begins to kiss at your swollen lips.
"Please..hurts…" Your brain buffers briefly for the right word. "Sensitive." Exhaling deeply, the hormonal haze of the earth shattering orgasm dissipates bringing you some clarity. "Give me few minutes. Kiss me other places then I'll let you clean me up." Nicholas huffs in frustration but complies kissing tenderly at your thighs and tummy. Your hands return to his scalp when your begin to massage with your fingertips. He moans against your flesh sending a shiver up your spine. After taking another centering breath you grant him permission to finish. His tongue is gentle yet thoroughly revered. He kisses your lower lips one last time before standing.
"Thank you," he says softly. He extends a hand to help you up and you take it. "Thank you," You smile back at him. You hop off the counter and redress as Nicholas makes you a cup of coffee.
"I've got some plans for you." Nicholas hands you the mug and you continue. "For us…" your eyes flick up to his and back to your coffee. You can feel your cheeks heat. Insecurity and excitement battle and bubble in your stomach. You close your eyes for a second to quell the internal battle within you. You remind yourself of all the wonderful memories you've shared with all of them over the years. You've had the hard conversations yet you still return to this same desire every time. In your heart of hearts you know its time for the next step. You know with certainty that each one of them will be right be your side through all of it.
When you open your eyes again you meet Nicholas' strong gaze. "For all of us." Tears threaten to spill at the confession, but you feel lighter. His gaze doesn't falter. A smile curves his full lips when he bumps his coffee mug against yours.
