Luxure in Luxury- Nick Folio x fem!reader
Synopsis: Nick is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend: loving, goofy, sweet; but he'll always protect and lay claim to what's his. Especially in Sin City when all he wants is to show his pretty girl a good time for the few days they have together on tour.
Content Warnings: established relationship, no use of y/n, lots of playful teasing and banter, fluffff, mild sexual harassment, possessive Folio, soft dom Folio, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation, squirting, mentions of alcohol.
Author's Note: Thank you @itbekate19 for the request!! I had so much fun writing this, I hope y'all enjoy! <3
This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation. No ai was used in the making of this fic.
Nick turned just in time to see you shut the door of your uber and bound across the cobblestone floor, nearly jumping into his arms. He grunted and stumbled back a step, but wrapped his arms tight around you before lifting you up and spinning you around with an ecstatic grin. The rest of the guys maneuvered around the two of you, luggage bumping awkwardly behind them.Â
âGod, I missed you so much, babygirl,â Nick mumbled into your hair after setting you down. A blast of air conditioning ruffled your hair as people passed through the automatic hotel doors behind you, a welcome reprieve from the scorching Vegas air.Â
âI missed you, too.â You closed your eyes and nestled into the crook of his neck as the two of you slowly swayed back and forth. Reluctantly, you pulled away to grab your duffel bag off the curb and sling it over your shoulder, the weight of it making you lean the other way to compensate. Nick chuckled as he hauled his own suitcase out of the bus storage.Â
âWant me to carry that for you?â
Your brows raised and your fingers tightened defiantly around the bagâs strap. âI can handle it.â Nick shrugged, popped up the handle of his luggage, and nudged it back onto its wheels, before leading the way into the hotel. You trailed behind him and craned your neck to take in the glaringly white marble interior. Ivory and gold columns stretched to the top of the vaulted ceiling and you could hear a fountain somewhere in the distance. It looked like the lobby of heaven. If heaven also smelled like cigarette smoke. Nick retrieved his room key and nodded towards the elevator, which was larger than most youâd been in, with the same marble flooring as the lobby. He punched in the button for the 15th floor. You leaned your head over to rest on his shoulder and his cheek instinctually pressed into the top of your head.Â
âHow was your flight?â he asked quietly and you hummed.
âCanât complain. Got some reading done, listened to a podcast, all I could think about was you, though.â
Nick tried to hold back his smile. âMm, what about me?â
âWouldnât you like to know,â you teased, pulling your cheek away from his shoulder as the elevator doors slid open. The hallway was carpeted in plush fabric and you nearly groaned at the relief it gave your feet. Nick swiped his card on the door lock and a small gasp escaped you when you pushed open the door. The room was white, like everything else in the hotel, with deep velvet accents of red and gold. A chandelier with swirls of cascading glass dangled from the ceiling between two lush queen beds, a large tv mounted on the opposite wall. Completing the room was a floor to ceiling arched window that looked out over the entire Vegas strip. You could only imagine what it must look like at night with the city coruscating neon.
âImpressed?â Nick asked casually, but you could sense the underlying need to please you. All he wanted was to see you happy. You pulled your gaze from the window and back to your boyfriend.
âYeah, Iâm impressed!â You laughed into the words, still in awe of everything. You were expecting a decent hotel off the side of the strip, not this. Apparently youâd underestimated how much money the band had really made the past couple years.
âSince weâll be in town for a couple days playing the festival, we figured we should splurge a bit,â he sighed, dropping his luggage and looking around the room himself. He leisurely closed the gap between you and let his hands rest on your hips, eyes half closed as he peered down at you. Heat crept along your cheeks and you slid your arms around his neck.
âSo, who else are we rooming with?â you murmured as Nick leaned in to brush his nose along your hairline, pressing kisses to your skin every so often.
âNo one.â He pulled back, much to your disappointment. âI was able to convince Jolly to sleep on the pull out in Noah and Rufâs room.â
You looked at him skeptically. âYou convinced Jolly to sleep on a pull out?â
âConvinced him with twenty dollars and a case of beer, yeah.â He leaned in once more, lips brushing the shell of your ear and the heady scent of his cologne enveloped you. The soft skin of his neck was so close, you had to resist the urge to nip at it. âAnd I told him heâd better sleep in there unless he wanted to listen to the sounds of me putting you through the mattress all night.â You opened your mouth to reply, but he pulled away suddenly, leaving you cold and hot at the same time. âGotta call the guys and figure out the plan for tonight, I think weâre gonna meet up for dinner.â
You opted to wear a short cocktail dress paired with matching heels, Nick wore a signature plain black shirt. However, you gave him credit where it was due, he did wear a pair of nicer black pants. You chose to ignore the sneakers. The lighting in the restaurant was low and atmospheric with an abundance of large plants near the entrance so you couldnât see the casino beyond it. The sound of Nickâs breathy laugh pulled you from your thoughts and you smiled around your glass as you took another sip of sake, the remains of your lobster tail discarded on the plate in front of you. You hadnât even heard the punchline, but Nickâs laugh was contagious and pulled a soft giggle from you.Â
âCâmon man, thereâs no way that actually happened to you,â Nick said doubtfully. Calloused fingertips grazed the bare skin of your leg and you gasped, masking it quickly by clearing your throat. His hand squeezed your thigh and settled in response.
âNo, seriously, she took exactly seventeen dollars from my wallet and was gone before I finished pissing. I hadnât even put my fucking boxers on yet, I was ass naked, flipping through my shit, with the blinds wide fucking open!â Bryan cried and Nick threw his head back in laughter, this time you genuinely laughed alongside him. His wide smile sent butterflies through your chest. Every time someone made a joke, anytime something funny happened, you would search for him just to catch a glimpse of his face lighting up.
Eventually, conversation died down, drinks were finished, everyone gathered their things, and stretched from their seats. âNoah and I are gonna head back to the hotel, you coming?â Ruffilo asked, gaze flipping between the two of you.
âWhat do you think, sweetheart? Wanna wander for a bit?â he murmured, arm slinging around your waist as you stood.Â
âYeah, might as well, I havenât had a chance to see Vegas at night,â you mused, your hand snaking into his back pocket.Â
âSee you tomorrow then, donât end up on the news,â Noah said as he pushed his chair in and you snorted.
âSure, weâd be the ones to end up on the news here.â
âNuh uh, just him.â Noah pointed his middle finger at Folio. âMânot worried about you.â
âWatch that finger, man, or itâll end up somewhere you donât want it,â Nick said, playfully swatting his hand away and Noah gave you a look as if proving his point.
âCâmon, Nick,â you said, holding back a smile and shaking your head as you dragged him back through the casino. The cover of night seemed to lure people out of their hotel rooms and out into the city; everything was more packed now than it was when you sat down for dinner. Nick held you tighter as you weaved through the crowds. âSo, where to?â
Nick blew out a breath and glanced around. âThe Bellagio has a fountain show every half hour or so, wanna catch one? Or we could stop somewhere for a drink, wander aimlessly, whatever you wanna do, baby.â
You hummed. âFountain first, while weâre still sober enough to navigate there, then drinks.â
It wasnât too long of a walk from the restaurant, not that you would mind too much if it was, it gave you a chance to people watch and explore the sights. The air was still warm, but significantly cooler than when you arrived. It bounced over your skin in puffs of evening breeze, carrying with it the stench of weed and sweet liquor that was soon replaced with chlorine as you approached the fountain. The curved, building served as a backdrop to the body of water and you swiveled your gaze around to take it in. You knew your neck would hurt by the end of the trip, but you didnât want to miss anything.
âHere, darling,â Nick said, leading you to the granite railing. You rested your arms and sunk your weight down into your hips, offering relief from the burning in your calves. Nick settled his arms over yours, safely caging you in. His lips pressed to your neck and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. They were so soft. His arms tightened over yours and he propped his chin on your shoulder. âHowâs my pretty girl doing?â
âTired, but good,â you murmured, leaning back into his chest. âLots of walking.â
âMm, yeah, welcome to Vegas,â he huffed. The water was a kaleidoscope of all the lights surrounding it, glistening and changing with every ripple. The reflection of the mock Eiffel tower was visible on the far side of the water. Thatâs the thing about Vegasâ you can pretend to be anywhere else in the world and almost believe it.
You were in a trance, staring at the water, when a dark shape interrupted your field of vision. You squinted, trying to make it out, then dissolved into a quiet giggle. âBabe, thereâs a couple ducks down there.â
Nick blinked himself out of his own daze and followed your line of sight. âOh my god,â he laughed, his chest shaking against you.
âTheyâre cute,â you cooed, watching as they paddled along the perimeter.Â
âYou canât take one home,â he teased.
âYouâre no funâŚdo you think any of them have been hit by the fountain jets before?â Nick let out a bark of laughter. âIâm serious! Do you think thatâs happened before?â
âFuck, I hope not-â he was cut off by the opening notes of âFly Me to the Moonâ by Frank Sinatra singing from the street lamp speakers and echoing across the street. The water spouted out to dance to the rhythm of the song, climbing higher with each crescendo, occasionally reaching for the peak of the hotel behind it.
âChrist,â you murmured in awe. Droplets fell back down in a dazzling patter, adding their own percussion to the song. It was enchanting, but Nick watched you more than the show. When the surface of the pond eventually settled, the song still ringing in your ears, you turned in Nickâs arms and wrapped yours around his neck, your lower back resting against the railing.Â
âDid you like it?â he muttered, pecking your lips and you smiled into the kiss.
âI loved it,â you breathed in return, recapturing his lips. He held you to his chest and swiveled so you could both look out at the shimmering lights. You glanced down to see the mallards bobbing with the waves, unfazed. âHey, the ducks survived.â
âStill canât take one home.â
âBoo,â you deadpanned, but kissed his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of him. He pressed a kiss to your hair in return.
âYâknow, thereâs a mini bar and a really nice jetted tub back at the hotel.â You pulled back from his chest and smirked.
âYou trying to get me to come back to your hotel room with you, Folio?â you teased. His brow cocked up, eyes gleaming.
âMaybe I am, pretty girl. Think you can trust me?â
âI dunno, the men around here can be pretty shady.â You trailed your fingertips up his bare arm, skimming across the painted tattoos. His eyes were heavy as they glanced back at your lips, the gap between you inching closed again.
âExactly why you should come back with me, Iâll protect you from all thoseâŚshady men,â he whispered sultrily, his southern twang shooting heat through your blood.
âWell, I canât say no to that.â Your hand cupped his cheek as you pressed your lips to his once more. You could never get enough of this, of the way he kissed like it was the last time he would ever get to.Â
âCâmon,â he breathed, slipping his hand into yours. The heat from his palm seeped into your skin and you couldnât help but imagine how those warm fingers would feel between your legs. You walked quickly, braiding through the multitude of bodies crowding the sidewalk; Folio was a man on a mission. As you cut through one of the hotels- one designed to imitate a portion of Egypt- you were abruptly stopped by a man stepping in front of you, a crumpled flyer in his hand. You jerked and halted so you didnât run into him.
âDiscount at my friendâs club tonight, you should stop by, Iâll be performing.â The manâs voice oozed sex, his blue jeans hung low enough to display the happy trail of light blonde hair. You gripped Nickâs hand tighter, but the man ignored your boyfriend entirely, his eyes focused on you. âCâmon, baby, itâll be funâŚdrinks, private roomsâŚI could snag one if youâre interested.â
âNo thanks, Iâm not interested,â you muttered and tried to step around him, but he wedged in front of you again.Â
âIâm sure your friend here wonât mind, we could find some girl for him to bang and you and I can have some fun.âÂ
âI said no,â you said more firmly. Panic started to set in as he completely blocked your path and stepped closer.
âA pretty thing like you should be exploring your options, I have a couple friends you might like, too.â His hand reached to grab your waist, but Nick smacked it away and pushed you behind him.
âBack the fuck up,â Nick seethed. âBefore I break your fucking face in. Sheâs not interested.â
âJesus, man, fine! I donât want your bitch, anyway.â
You tugged on Nickâs arm just as he was shifting his weight to lunge. âNick, letâs go. Please.â Your voice wavered, laced with a touch of fear. His eyes bored into the man, the both of them coiled and ready to snap, but Nick stepped back. Sensing that he was backing off, the man slinked away and disappeared into the horde of people. Nick watched him, jaw set tight, before turning to you. His face softened immediately upon seeing your frightened expression.
âHey, itâs okay, babygirl, letâs go,â he murmured, tucking you back into his side and walking back in the direction of your hotel. He was stiff and quiet the whole walk, his arm keeping you plastered to him. Your heart only settled when the elevator doors were closing in front of you and the two of you were alone. As the elevator rose, Nick wrapped both arms around you and pulled you tight to his chest, whispering ramblings of reassurance into the top of your head. The doors slid open and he led you to the room. The second the door closed he cupped your face with both hands and smashed his lips into yours.
You let out a soft whimper and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your entire body against his. âNick-â you breathed, but he cut you off with his lips again, the kiss almost painful with how hard his lips were pressed into yours. He swiftly picked you up and carried you to the bed, draping himself over you.
âWho the fuck does he think he is?â he seethed, teeth nipping at your neck and you moaned, arching into him.Â
âNick- oh-â His hips started to grind into yours, his hard cock sliding directly over your clit through your clothes. His mouth never left your skin, licking, sucking, and biting everywhere he could. One hand slid behind your back to fumble with the zipper of your dress before he gave up and sat back to rip off his shirt.
Butterflies fluttered straight from your chest down between your legs. You sat up and yanked the zipper of your dress down as Nick kicked off his shoes, pants, and boxers. Finally bare, Nick climbed back over top of you and pinned you to the mattress, his hips settled between yours. His bare cock slid along your clit as he rolled his hips and you moaned, one hand tangling in his hair again. âNicky, please,â you whimpered.
âI gotcha, baby,â he grunted before lining up and slowly pushing into you. âShitâŚthis pussyâs always so fuckin tight.â
You arched into him, your tits pressing into the eagle tattoo on his chest, your head sinking further into the pillow and your eyes fluttering shut. The stretch was a lot, but once he was settled deep inside you it felt like he was meant to be there and you never wanted him to pull out. Nick panted above you, his head hung low to see the way his cock disappeared inside you. He grabbed one of your hands and drew it down to rest below your belly button, his own hand staying covered over yours.
âFeel that?â he whispered, lips skimming over the shell of your ear. He pulled out and pressed back into you with agonizing slowness, the bulge of his cock through your stomach pressing into your hands. âYouâre all fucking mine, baby.â
Nick started pounding harder and you let out a pornographic moan into his neck. He braced one arm on the bed and wrapped the other under your back to angle your hips and drive his cock in deeper. Heat built between you, sweat dewing on both of your skin; you could feel it at the nape of his neck as his damp hair weaved between your fingers and you scratched at his scalp. Nick was never a vocal one during sex, but his soft grunts and pants made you clench harder around him. A pitched whimper ripped from his throat when you did and you bit back a smile. You made it your goal to pull as many sounds out of him as possible. You drew back from his neck to press your lips to the edge of his jaw just below his ear.Â
âClaim this fucking pussy, baby, prove itâs yours,â you whispered shakily, his pace making the bed shift. Nick keened into you and held you closer before throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You gasped and clutched at him, desperate for something to hold onto.
âYou know itâs mine,â he panted. The wet sounds of him fucking you grew louder as you edged closer to your release. âI know you do. But Iâm gonna make sure you never forget it.â His nails dug into your thighs, his eyes searing into you. âNo one else gets you like this, only me. Understand?âÂ
âYes, Nicky,â you nearly sobbed, the pleasure overwhelming you. Every inch and ridge of his thick cock dragging along your walls sent shocks of pleasure through your whole body. Arousal and sweat trickled down the curve of your ass and pooled on the sheets. Nick angled his hips just right to roll his pelvis against your clit with every thrust and you cried out, head snapping back so you could almost see the headboard. âOh, Nick!âÂ
Nick grabbed the back of your head and forced you to look at him, your leg falling back around his hips; you locked your ankles around the small of his back. âThatâs it, babygirl, scream for me,â he hissed. Your brows were furrowed, cheeks flushed, mouth dropped open in pleasure, and hair sticking to your forehead glistening with sweat; it was the most beautiful he had ever seen you. You looked vulnerable, like you were putting all your trust in him to catch you when you inevitably fell off the edge. âCum for me,â he whispered. âCum on the cock that owns you.â
One hand dug into his back as the other yanked on his hair as the tension in your core snapped and you spasmed around him. Your entire body arched into him and you all but screamed his name, the pleasure blinding you. You dissolved into rhythmic, overstimulated whimpers as he continued to pound into you, chasing his own release.Â
âFuck- fuck!â he gasped, body shuddering. âYouâre so fucking tight- god- I c-canât-â His hips stuttered and he let out a cross between a sob and a moan as he shoved his hips into yours so hard you inched up the bed. His hand wedged between the two of you to rub quickly at your clit, causing you to jolt and let out a choked gasp.
âB-baby, sâtoo much, I canât-â
âYou canâŚand you will,â he grunted. âCâmonâŚcum again. Cum with me.â
Your nails dug deeper into his back and you choked out a broken cry, your entire body arching up into him. Warmth gushed around him as you came again, your release soaking him and the bed. He thrust harder before burying himself as deep as possible as he came. His whole body shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned out your name. Everything was blissfully fuzzy, a soft haze blanketing all of your senses. All you could feel was Nick and all you could hear was your own labored breathing. Nick slowly lowered his weight on top of you as his muscles started to give out.
âYou okay, babydoll?â he panted, chuckling a bit at your fucked out state. You nodded against the pillow, your neck still craned back; Nick reached behind your head to angle it more comfortably. Gentle fingers brushed your forehead and swept away the hair that clung to your face. He was shaking over you, a slick sheen of sweat coating his body. âCome back down, hon, youâre okay.â
Slowly, the fog cleared from your mind and you took a deep inhale. You absently ran your fingers through his hair, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. You could feel his cock softening inside you and you pouted as he started to pull out, locking your legs tighter around him. âNo, donât pull out,â you whined and he chuckled breathlessly.
âBaby, I gotta, youâre gonna get an infection. And youâre gripping me so tight you might cut off the circulation to my dick soon.â His hand stroked your thigh until you begrudgingly released your hold on him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, apologizing sweetly when you hissed at the empty sensation he left you with. He rolled over and pulled you with him to tuck you into his side. âIâll make it up to you,â he murmured, fingers drawing aimless patterns on your warm skin.
âYeah?â you whispered, voice lilting.Â
âYeah, remember that tub and mini bar I mentioned?â You hummed, lips pulling up at the thought. âAnd thereâs a spa in the hotel, figured we should go tomorrow considering youâre probably gonna be sore as hell.â You laughed and playfully smacked his chest.
âWhose fault is that, again?â you teased.
âDidnât hear you complaining a few minutes ago.â
You moved to smack him again but he caught your wrist and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your pulse point between breathy laughs. He kept your hand in his and rested it on his chest, the both of them rising and falling with each breath he took. Nick turned his head to take in the view from the bed and sighed at the sight. The city was sparkling with life, a million colors flashing in a strange cacophony that was both alluring and overwhelming. His fingers skimmed over your back before nudging your head to turn and look out the window as well. You shifted so your back was to his chest, his arm over your chest keeping you close. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and you smiled.
âThatâs all for you, babygirl.â
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