SYNOPSIS - the bowman brothers are back in town, john is aware of how much his brother changed - and so are you.
CONTENT - !smut. car sex. best friend brother trope. heavily inspired by the sabrina carpenter song lol.
WC - 1.8k
NOTE - took me days to figure out something good for this trope but here it is, hope you enjoy it 💌
You held your straw, the ice on your drink long melted and mixed with the liquor as you listened to John – telling his stories from the marine’s camp. You were happy for him, proud even, it was everything that you ever wished for him, but spending the New Year’s Eve with your best friend wasn’t how you planned to pass the night. Your eyes slipping to Cody, sitting alone in the bar with a drink on his hands. His big figure drawing attention of the women passing behind him, their eyes filled with lust and sly smiles on their faces. You couldn’t really blame them – Cody Bowman had growth into a handsome guy.
If you heard yourself maybe five years ago, you would laugh. Being John’s best friend meant going to his house a lot, sitting on the floor and reading comic books with him, and eventually, crossing paths with Cody. You two weren’t exactly friendly with each other – well, Cody wasn’t friendly with anyone, not even his brother. It was normal to you; after all, you didn’t had any interest on the boy, mean, cold and way too self-centered. However, sometimes you would catch glimpses of him training with his dad on the backyard, shirtless and sweaty, it wasn’t the worst view. You could admit that, but only to yourself, as you knew that John would lose his mind if he ever found out the way you looked to his brother. Anyways, it didn’t meant anything – you didn’t even thought that he was that hot.
Now? Things had changed, for both of them. John was skinnier, happier and way more focused. And Cody, well, he was hotter than ever. You weren’t sure when or how that happened but he was truly a sight to sore eyes. Tall, broad shoulders, very defined muscles, rough hands, strong – built like a tank. The kind of guy that could be anywhere and still drawn people to him like moths after flames. You were one of those moths, watching his every move, sighing dreamily.
John noticed, of course he did. He turned around, a heavy sigh when his eyes found the object of your attention.
– Okay, seriously?
– What? I didn’t say anything. – You shrugged, sipping your drink.
– He’s going to be thirsty if you keep eyeing him like that. – He held your hand softly. Pushing you up from your seat. – Come on, let’s see if he remembers you.
You chuckled, holding your cup tight. John guided you over the crowd, stopping in front of his brother, who checked you up and down. The lighting making your head spin for a second – or maybe him, you weren’t sure.
– Hey, you remember my friend here? – John held your shoulder, slyly pushing you closer to Cody’s seat.
– Yeah. The annoying girl who talked nonstop every time she stayed for dinner. How could I forget. – The shadow of a smile creeping on his lips.
– Yes, that’s the one. – John tuned to you. – You know what? Stay here. I saw a friend of mine over there.
Before you could protest, he was gone, hiding on the crowd of people dancing and talking. You rolled your eyes and looked at Cody – still looking at you, eyes heavy and a grin on his face. You sat right by his side, sipping more of your drink, the strong lemon taste going down hard on your throat. Cody sipped his own drink, now looking to his cup. The mood was awkward, like when you see your ex in the restaurant with a date. The tension was everywhere on your body too, feet bouncing on the floor, biting the inside of your cheeks with no idea of what to say. The bar was hot, filled with voices and laugher coming from four seats next to you.
– You look nice. – His voice caught you by surprise.
– Thanks. You too. – A smile grew onto your lips. Glancing at him with your lips still on the straw. – How was the camp?
You honestly didn’t know how the conversation ended there, with his rough hands on your waist and his lips close to your ear, but you weren’t complaining. You weren’t even listening to his words anymore, mind too busy wandering through thoughts that required a lot more of liquor and courage from you. His cologne was strong – just like you imagined – and he was so close, your own hand holding lightly his arm, lost on his voice and warmth. You don’t even say anything when he asks if you want to go see his car, you just nod, feeling him hold your hand and make his way out of the noisy bar. You two walk until his car, a really nice one, black, pretty and quite big. He held you against the door, a gentle yet flirty smile on his lips.
– I don’t think John would like this… - You murmured with a small smile.
– You sure you wanna think about him right now? – He kissed your neck, a low wet sound coming from it. Your hands flew to his neck, scratching the skin lightly. You murmured a “no” before he grabbed your face and kissed you.
He was smooth, as if he already knew your body. His tongue met yours, gaining access to explore every corner of your mouth. It was intense and fast. He backed away for a moment and caught his keys from his pocket, opening the backseat door. You got in first, the leather seat rubbing your legs as you sat close to the other door – giving him space enough to get in too. He closed the door and immediately grabbed your waist again, his lips smashing against yours faster than before, hungrier too. His fingers curling closer between your thighs.
You were more than fine. Grabbing his shoulders and leaning closer to the window behind you, your back hitting the glass as you readjusted yourself between his legs. His hands now following the line of your hips forward, down, until he’s rubbing your cunt over the soft fabric. Your lips open, savoring the way his thumb plays with you slowly.
– Can I? – He asks. Eyes watching your face, focusing on your mouth.
You nod, murmuring for him to go ahead, the dress giving him easy access to your core. You sling your arms around his neck to be closer. The warmth of the car heating your body as you felt him sliding his fingers into you, your pantie lazily pushed aside just enough to give him space. His pace was slow, as if he was learning how you liked it, staring at you with his mouth partially open, leaning in to kiss your neck. Wet and messy kisses all over the place, and you raising your hips to get more friction, which he noticed. Smiling as he looked at you again.
– Don’t be so eager. – He kissed you again, slowly. You bite his lip before pushing his face away from yours.
– You’re one to talk. – You reached your hand down to his pants, rubbing his hard member through the jeans. His eyes closing instantly, a deep grunt falling from his lips.
When his attention is back to your pussy, he’s much faster, fingering you with weirdly precision. Low moans slipping out of your mouth without you even realizing. Cody quickly pushed one of his fingers inside your mouth, silencing you.
– You gotta to be quiet, baby. Can’t let people know what we are doing here, right?
He glances over your body again, take his fingers off your core and then grabs your waist, making you sit. You watch as he catches one condom out of his pocket and unbuckles his belt calmly, pushing his pants down with his boxers, sitting straight with his legs slightly open, stroking his cock for a while and slipping the condom on. You slip to his lap, his hand helping you and settling on your waist again. He looks down, taking a moment to line himself up with your whole and slowly sink in. The action make both of you to let out a shuffled moan. Your forehead smushes to his, eyes closed enjoying the sensation of being filled – and oh, he’s big. Enough to make you feel out of breath. His eyes are glued to your cunt swallowing him, fingers grabbing your hair. You suddenly realize his shirt is still on, your fingers flew to the hem, pushing it up. He helps you take it off, throwing on the floor. Your hands now touching every corner of his chest, abs and arms, holding onto his shoulders as you started to move. The car shifting – almost imperceptible with your movements, bouncing on his cock with a vulgar sound. You weren’t fast, barely had space to actually move, yet it felt so good, in that position you could feel him everywhere inside you. His strong hands around your waist helping you to maintain a rhythm.
– Fuck. Should’ve done this sooner. – He said, watching your eyes lighten up. You hummed agreeing.
It’s rushed, intense and hot – and you love every second of it, the low noises he makes driving you to the edge, that weirdly good feeling building up. You pressed your palm against his chest, browns furrowed in pleasure. He grabs your chin, bringing you closer to kiss you. The kiss just adding up to the warmth growing impossible closer to your orgasm. You murmur about being close and he grunts “I know, baby. I’m close too.” as he looks down again, seeing his cock disappearing into your core.
It happens fast when you close your eyes, concentrating. Your climax washes down over you as your head rest on his shoulder. You know that he’s coming too by the way his grasp is stronger. His breathing was still uneven when you lifted your head, your forehead brushing his. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the car was quiet except for the soft hum of both your breaths trying to steady. Cody’s hands stayed on your waist, not gripping anymore, just holding you there like he needed the contact to come back to himself. You felt the tension leave his body in slow waves, his chest rising under your palm. He looked at you with that half-dazed, half-focused stare and his thumb brushed your thigh as if grounding the two of you.
– Come here. – He murmured, pulling you gently toward him, just to rest his forehead against yours, letting the aftermath settle.
The windows were fogged, the air thick and warm. You let your hand caress the back of his head – a soft, intimate act, preparing yourself for whatever would happen after this night.
– I didn’t plan this… but I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined it for way too long. – Cody said, voice low as if he was telling you a secret. You gave him a mischievous smile.
Sgt. Liam Sullivan, dishonourably discharged and an ex-con, is in a rough place after his release from prison. Stuck back in Parris Island working night-shifts at a shithole, he runs into Staff Sergeant Marcus McKinnon, who, after everything, still offers him a safe place to land.
Thing is, after spending his whole life looking his over his shoulder, safety isn’t something Liam knows what to do with.
^^ pitching this as a fic idea where Sullivan gets out of prison on parole and ends up right back in Port Royal, SC just a few miles out from the base. McKinnon recognises him, remembers hearing scuttlebutt of what happened and remembers the original NCIS investigation, and decides to help Sullivan pull his life back from rock bottom.
please more slovacek one shots/headcanons🙏🏻🙏🏻IM BEGGING THERES NOT ENOUGH OUT HEREEE
NEED TO KNOW.
PAIRING - frat!nicholas slovacek x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS - nicholas has a certain reputation around your sorority, and you heard from a friend of a friend that his dick is a 10/10.
CONTENT - !smut. kind of mean!reader but mean!slovacek too. inspired by the doja cat song but his dick being a 10 is actually not even mentioned? (bc I forgot by the end of it)
WC - 5k
NOTE - first time doing au, so truly sorry if this turned out shitty. if yall have any thoughts about frat!slovacek, pls send them to me 😓
You didn't even want to go to the party – it was the end of the semester, your room was a mess, there were four assignments to be finished, and a roommate who spent all day listening to Sabrina Carpenter, but somehow, she convinced you to go. She needed an excuse to go and flirt with Ray – who was exactly the guy who invited you to your first homecoming party at the university – and you were the only one who could get into the fraternity without issues, so in exchange for a lipstick you really wanted, you agreed to go with her.
The party had started around 8:00 p.m., but you left the small dorm at exactly 10:00 p.m.; that was the time things really livened up at parties. Alice was very excited, a short red dress hugging her curves perfectly and her curly hair loose, falling over the girl’s delicate face. Despite the lack of clothing, the weather was cold, the chilly breeze blowing leaves down the street while the hair on your arms stood up. As soon as you spotted the large house, you noticed the blue banner hanging on the facade and dozens of red and green cups scattered across the manicured lawn, the music echoing loudly in a lively rhythm accompanied by screams and laughter from some girls dancing together in the yard – all dressed in the same color, signaling their sororities; a tradition at off-campus parties was that girls needed to wear something that indicated their sororities so no one got lost and to avoid confusion between rival houses. Your luck was that your sorority made heavy use of the color red, easily the easiest color to wear and identify.
Alice smiled politely at the boy at the door; you recognized him, it was Cameron, probably the only initiate of the month and therefore being used as door security instead of enjoying the party with the other guys.
— Hi, Cam. – The boy smiled timidly.
— Hi! You guys look beautiful. – He lowered his gaze to our wrists, one of his hands rising sheepishly to his neck. – Sorry, entry only with a wristband or a stamp.
Alice huffed, her shoulders tense, staring at you with a puppy-dog look.
— I know. Can you call Ray? We're friends, I think he can get me an invitation. – Cam nodded quickly, turning around as his eyes scanned the dark house filled with LEDs.
— Ray! – His shout was high-pitched. You couldn't resist a short laugh. Alice clung to your arm when she saw McAffey running toward the door, her hand trembling slightly. You squeezed the brunette's hand affectionately, trying to reassure her.
— Wow, it's been a long time since I've seen you. – The boy said with a soft smile, positioning himself next to Cam.
— Lots of exams, you know how it is. – You returned the smile and then pointed to the girl beside you. – This is Alice, I think you two might already know each other, she's in the same class as you.
— Of course! I've seen you around a lot, it's a pleasure. – His smile grew as they greeted each other. – Come, you can come in, I'll get a wristband for you two.
You accepted the invitation, promptly squeezing inside the house. The music was even louder inside, and the crowd was absurd; a strong smell of alcohol invaded your nose for a brief moment. You held Alice's hand, guiding her to the first empty corner you spotted. Ray was right behind you two, the boy's eyes blatantly checking out the brunette.
— Do you want something to drink? – He asked, not even trying to hide his interest in Alice.
— Sure. You have tequila? – Alice asked, tossing part of her hair back, a seductive smile on her pink lips.
— Tequila? Want to start the night that strong? I can get you some then. Want to join me? – The boy approached her, his lips going to her ears. – I can give you a tour of the house.
Alice just smiled again and agreed. She gave a look that said “I'll tell you everything later” and turned to him, letting him lead her through the crowd. You smiled, proud of the brunette's confidence. You looked around trying to find familiar faces or someone from your house, but the room was really dark, only flashes of red light occasionally crossing your eyes.
You pushed through the dancing bodies, bumping into giant guys and drunk girls on the way to the kitchen. The counter had countless bottles of drinks on display, every kind you could imagine. Your fingers hovered over a half-empty bottle of vodka, eyes searching the cabinets for cups; as soon as you found one, you filled it with the liquid. You leaned on the counter again and took a sip, the strong drink going down your throat like acid, the slightly bitter taste stopping on your tongue without you being able to avoid a grimace. It was strong, maybe exactly what you needed to relax, as you still felt your muscles tense and a sense of discomfort in the pit of your stomach. Your free hand pulled the hem of your skirt down, feeling that the fabric was showing too much skin.
Parties like this weren't your type of fun – of course, free drinks were always a great deal, but having to tolerate the cheeky boys, the stupid fights over girls, the drunk girls who love to talk shit about others, and the smell of weed was unbearable. Not to mention the nervousness of wearing something too short or too tight, having to watch your cup all the time, and taking care of your girls when one of them crosses the limit. It was all very exhausting by the end of the night. However, here you were.
You didn't know the fraternity well, I mean, you had certainly heard millions of rumors about it, but you had only actually spoken to McAffey and been in the house once before. The fraternity was more closed off than the others, very popular but very difficult to get an invite to their parties. The boys were – for the most part – not very social, they were known for being respected, the professors had problems with some but nothing out of the ordinary, they were smart but lazy, and they threw parties like no one else. The house was the second largest on campus, losing only to a very old sorority. Ray was the treasurer and was studying finance just like his father, he's a nice guy, more reserved than he seems. Isaiah Nash is the president, very serious and focused, the type of guy who scares people without needing to use violence. Cody Bowman, the fraternity's spokesperson, respected, hot, and reserved. And then, Nicholas Slovacek, the vice president who is the total opposite of Nash, he's the most quarrelsome of the fraternity and doesn't seem to care about the manwhore reputation he has. You didn't quite understand the relationship between them, all guys with such different personalities.
You rested the cup on the counter for a few seconds, observing the dynamics around you with almost analytical attention. It was curious how that house seemed to function at its own pace: well-defined groups, loud laughter in some corners, low conversations mixed with the loud music. It wasn't the absolute chaos of other fraternities. There was a certain control there — almost invisible, but perceptible. You finished the drink in two more restrained sips and set the empty cup aside, deciding to wander a bit. Maybe you'd find someone you knew, maybe just kill time until Alice reappeared. You passed through the main room, where some boys were playing beer pong with almost absurd concentration, as if it were a final exam. On one of the sofas, two girls from your sorority were laughing loudly, one of them clearly already past the point. You made a mental note to come back there later. You went up some stairs that led to a side hallway. The music there was less deafening, replaced by a distant bass and clearer voices. Old photos of the fraternity occupied the walls: graduation photos, sports teams, themed parties. Faces that meant nothing to you, but seemed to carry interesting stories.
A shiver of fright formed on your spine when a deep voice pulled you out of your daydreams; you turned to find the boy staring at you with a cup in his hand and an expression far from inviting. Freshly shaved head, full pink lips, strong arms, and a tattoo escaping his tight black shirt, dark jeans, and one hand in his pocket
— You look lost. The party is downstairs. – The strong accent was what made you recognize him. It was Slovacek. Arrogant and sarcastic, just as you imagined him.
— I didn't know it was forbidden to come up, no one told me.
— You don't need warnings for people not to go snooping around other people's houses, sweetie.
— It's a party, sweetie. You shouldn't be surprised by people visiting the rooms. – Your tone matched his sarcasm, as did the nickname. You offered him a cynical smile and walked calmly past him, heading toward the stairs.
You were startled again when you felt his firm wrist grab you, his hand clutched on your arm and his eyes traveling over your body for a brief millisecond that felt like minutes in your head.
— Where's your wristband? – He asked. Your voice got stuck in your throat. Ray hadn't come back with the wristband and you felt like Nicholas was capable of throwing you out for not having an invitation.
— Ray let me in with a friend. – You stared at him. Your eyes slid briefly to his lips. You had to admit, he was hot. It was no secret to anyone, an attractive guy like him was a hit with the girls... even with the boys, according to the rumors.
— Come on, I'll get you a wristband. Can't be here without one.
That was a pleasant surprise. You agreed and he let go of you, the touch still burning your skin. He started walking toward one of the rooms and you just followed him. It seemed a bit stupid, thinking about it. Following a guy to his room was the kind of thing you didn't do, you were smarter than that. Or so you thought before this. You weren't drunk, not even tipsy, one cup of vodka wasn't enough to make you lose control of your thoughts. Maybe it was his strong cologne invading your mind and making you lose focus. His back was muscular and easily visible through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Nicholas opened the door, walking to a small coffee table in the room where a lamp was turned on, the orange light illuminating his features. You watched very carefully as his hands moved, opening a drawer and pulling out a black wristband, then extending his hand toward you. You walked to him, feeling your legs shake a little. He held your wrist again – this time with much more delicacy, and tied the small wristband around your it. His fingers grazed your palm lightly, almost like a ghost touch sending vibrations through your whole body. You let out a low sigh and pulled away calmly.
— Thanks. – His eyes scanned you from head to toe, a corner smile spreading across his face as he looked away and closed the drawer.
— No problem. – He straightened up, leaning his arms on the table and looking at you again. – I’m Nicholas, by the way.
— I know.
He smiled, narrowing his eyes. His tongue flicked over his lips quickly, wetting them.
— You didn't tell me where you're from.
— Don't recognize the red? – You show your nails painted with a wine red.
— Oh, sure. – He smiled again. – How do you know McAffey?
— He gave me my first invitation and his number when I arrived on Campus.
— And you're just friends?
— Are you trying to imply something? – A playful smile appeared on his mouth; he shook his head. A slight laugh escaped you. – A friend of mine likes him, that's why I came, by the way.
— Playing matchmaker? Suits you. – You could hear the teasing tone in the boy's voice. You tilted your head.
— Shouldn't you be enjoying your party? Picking up some girl or fighting with someone?
— Is that what you think I normally do?
— Suits you. – You shrugged with a sly smile. – It's not my fault you have that reputation.
Slovacek rolled his eyes, the corner smile still on his lips. He crossed his arms in a relaxed manner.
— So you've heard of me? – He questioned.
— Come on, who hasn't heard of you? I think you know every room in my house.
— I don't know yours.
You let out a laugh. If he kept using that tone, it wouldn't be long before he knew much more than just your room. You noticed the exact moment the atmosphere changed. There wasn't an obvious gesture, nor an improper phrase. It was subtle. A shift in his posture, his gaze lingering half a second longer, the air in the room seeming to get warmer despite the slightly open window.
You brought your nail to your lower lip as if it were a distracted movement, but Nicholas noticed.
— So you know my reputation. — He murmured, voice low, slow, carrying something new. — But you still decided to follow me to my room.
You inhaled deeply, all too aware of the intimacy in that room and in his words and gaze.
— I needed the wristband. — You retorted, without backing down. — And you seemed willing to help.
The room wasn't luxurious or over-the-top. It was functional, too clean for an environment that should belong to a university student. There were books stacked in a corner, a sports flag pinned to the wall, a few discreet trophies, no hanging photos. It wasn't a space for memories, it was a territory.
— If you wanted to see my room… you just had to say so. — He teased, voice deep, low enough not to go beyond those walls.
You laughed, louder than you intended.
— That's quite arrogant of you.
— Realistic — He corrected. — You think I don't know when someone is interested?
You stared at him without blinking, challenging him. But your fingers tightened on the hem of your own skirt. A familiar heat settling in the lower part of your stomach. And that said more than any verbal response. Nicholas noticed.
— You're not the party type? — He asked, in a neutral tone, without a smile.
— Depends on the night — You replied, shrugging.
He nodded, not looking at you directly for a second, as if he were trying to maintain control.
— This floor is kind of restricted territory — He commented. — But you seemed a bit nervous, so…
You laughed through your nose.
— I wasn't planning on invading anyone's room. Promise.
— Lucky me, then. — He replied, one corner of his mouth lifting just a bit. — People talk a lot about you, you know?
He said, as if testing the sentence. You arched an eyebrow.
— Really? What they say?
— That you're cool. Very reserved, very smart.
You gave a half-smile, not quite knowing what to do with the information.
— That’s nice. I thought no one noticed anything about me.
— They do. — He said, simple. Noticing your nervousness. It was cute, he thought. — Relax. I don't bite.
— I do. — You shot back, without even thinking.
You weren't sure how you ended up in the situation you found yourself in. It was like an avalanche of impulsive decisions, oh, very good decisions. The warm buzz of the party filters up from downstairs, distant thuds of bass reverberating through the floorboards as Nicholas leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. His hands slide down your back, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt before dipping beneath, skin rough and deliberate.
— You sure about this? — He murmurs, lips grazing your neck.
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, pupils blown wide with the same thing running through your veins - excitement, nervousness, a thrill that makes your pulse hammer at your wrists. His thumb traces slow circles along the small of your back, the rhythmic pressure making your breath hitch. His body is warm against yours, his heartbeat steady despite the way his fingers tremble slightly where they rest on your hip. There's a quiet intensity in his gaze as he searches your face for any sign of hesitation, but all you can focus on is the way his lips part slightly when you don't pull away. Your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin through the fabric. He exhales sharply when you tighten your grip, a sound caught between a groan and a sigh. His grip on your waist tightens in response, pulling you flush against him until every inch of you is pressed together. Your fingers dig deeper into the fabric of his shirt as he moves closer, his presence overwhelming you in the best way.
His chest rises and falls against yours with slow, deliberate breaths that match the pace of his thumb tracing slow circles on your back. The party sounds fade into the background as Nicholas tilts his head, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss that leaves you aching for more. His hands slide lower, gripping your ass possessively as he pulls you even tighter against him.
You can feel every hard line of his body, the way his hips press forward instinctively when you arch into him. The way your body molds against his tells him everything he needs to know. His hands slide up your back, fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt as he pulls it over your head in one fluid motion. His breath catches when he sees you, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted as you look up at him with half-lidded eyes.
— You're fucking gorgeous. — He rasps, fingers trailing down your collarbones before skimming the swell of your breasts.
His thumb brushes over the lace of your bra, feeling the rapid flutter of your heartbeat beneath the fabric. Nicholas's breathing comes shallow, uneven as he keeps his hands hovering just above your skin like he's memorizing the shape of you before committing. The music thumps faintly below, but the noise feels far away, drowned by the rush of blood in your ears. You reach up, thumb tracing the line of his jaw, and he shudders under your touch.
— You okay? — You murmur, and his mouth twitches, half grin, half grimace.
— Never been better. — He says, his voice scraping low. His hands finally settle at your waist, thumb pressing into your hipbone like he's grounding himself.
His fingers tighten around your waist, rough hands kneading into the flesh there as he presses his forehead against yours. Your breath mingles in the scant space between you, warm and mingling with the faint beer on his breath.
— You don't know what you do to me. Ive been watching you, sweetheart. — He murmur, voice hoarse with restraint. His eyes burn into yours, dark and hungry. The air between you crackles with intensity as he tilts his head, brushing his lips against yours in a ghost of a kiss.
In a hurry, you lead the boy to the bed, sitting him down while you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, fingers unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. The way his body tenses as you pull it free makes your stomach flip. He doesn't say a word, but his breathing grows heavier, his fingers curling into the arms of the chair as he spreads his legs wider for you. He breathes when you finally undo the button of his jeans. His cock strains against the fabric, thick and already hard. Your mouth waters as you peel his pants down over his hips, freeing him completely. He's gorgeous - long and heavy, the tip already slick with precum. His hips jerk forward involuntarily as you wrap your fingers around him, the warm skin velvety smooth against your palm. A ragged sound escapes his throat when you stroke him from base to tip, gathering the liquid at the head and spreading it down with a twist of your wrist. His hands fist in the bed's fabric as he watches you, pupils blown wide with need.
— You look so fucking good on your knees. — He growls, voice rough with want.
His hips rock gently into your hand, movements desperate and uncontrolled. When you lean forward, your warm breath ghosts over his sensitive tip, he lets out a strangled groan. Your mouth closes around him, and Nicholas gasps sharply, his entire body tensing as you take him deep. The salty taste of him fills your mouth as you roll your tongue along the underside of his shaft. His hands immediately find your hair, fingers threading through the strands as he lets out a string of curses under his breath.
— Fuck. Just like that. — His hips jerking up into your mouth. You hum in approval, the vibration making him groan louder. His fingers tighten almost painfully in your hair as you pick up a rhythm, bobbing your head in deep strokes.
His fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as he thrusts up into your mouth with sharp, relentless strokes. The stretch burns your throat, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as he hits the back of your tongue again and again. But the way his cock throbs against your tongue, the way his hips jerk when you gag around him - it fuels you. His thighs tremble under your hands where you brace yourself, his stomach muscles flexing as he fucks your face. The bed creaks beneath him, his grip on your hair bordering on painful as he sets a punishing pace. You feel him swelling in your mouth, the veins along his shaft growing more pronounced as he thrusts into your throat. Drool spills down your chin, your hands gripping his thighs as he uses your mouth exactly as he wants. His free hand moves to cup the back of your head, holding you steady as he fucks your face in earnest now, his hips going sharp with ‘deep strokes. The hand in your hair guides you forward and back, controlling the pace as you suck him deeper. When you manage to pull off with a wet pop, gasping for air, his cock glistens with your spit.
— Come here. — He taps his lap with a grin.
You sink down onto his lap, your ass settling against his thick thighs as his fingers immediately slide between your legs. The friction of his rough palms against your damp panties sends a jolt through your body, your hips shifting instinctively to increase the pressure. He chuckles darkly, a low sound vibrating through his chest as he rubs you in slow, teasing circles.
— Fuck, sweetheart, you're soaked. — He murmurs, voice husky.
His fingers press harder, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as he drags a knuckle over your clit. Your breath hitches, your body shuddering at the contact. He moves closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
— You love this. — He growls, his teeth grazing your earlobe. - Sitting here on my lap, letting me feel how wet you are.
His fingers tug at your panties, the fabric pulling tight against your swollen flesh.
— A little slut, aren't you? Getting off on how rough I am with you.
He grinds his palm against you harder, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you in place. You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as he rubs you faster, the friction almost unbearable. His breath is hot on your neck, his cock still rock-hard beneath you, pressing against your ass.
— Can't you just shut up and fuck me?
He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound, his fingers still teasing you through your panties.
— Someone's getting impatient. — He murmurs, his voice a gravelly rumble.
His grip on your hip tightens, and in one sharp movement, he flips you onto your back, his thick body pressing you into the mattress. His lips brush against yours, his tongue flicking out to taste you before he pulls back just enough to grin down at you.
— You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? — He asks, voice dripping with arrogance.
His hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher, his rough fingers trailing over the damp fabric of your panties.
— You gonna beg for it? — He taunts, speaking low and deep.
His thumb presses against your clit through the soaked fabric, a slow, firm circle that makes your back arch off the bed. You bite your lip, your hips rocking against his hand, seeking more friction. He doesn't give it to you. Not yet. Instead, he pulls back just enough to let cool air hit your overheated skin. His free hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
— You’re a dick. — You say, your words quiet but firm.
You grab his wrist, the one still pressing against your clit, and guide it harder against you. His thumb grinds into your flesh through the fabric, the pressure exactly what you need. You lift your hips slightly, rubbing yourself against his hand.
— And I don't beg. — You add, voice steady despite the way your body trembles with need. — If you want me, take me.
His grin widens, clearly enjoying the challenge. His other hand tears your panties aside with one rough yank, the fabric ripping with a satisfying snap. Cold air hits your exposed pussy, your swollen lips glistening with arousal. He positions himself between your thighs, his thick cock pressing against your entrance.
— You want to play rough? Fine with me. — He asks, his voice a low murmur.
He pushes inside you in one sharp thrust, his hips snapping forward as he sheathes himself to the hilt. You gasp, your fingers digging into his biceps as he stretches you open. You clench around him as he thrusts deep, your teeth biting into his shoulders as he fills you completely. The pain mingles with the stretch in a way that sends sharp jolts through your body, making your toes curl against the sheets. His hips don't stop moving. If anything, the sharp pain of your teeth on his skin only makes him groan, his fingers digging into your ass to keep you still as he pistons into you.
— Fuck. — He growls, voice strained with pleasure, his breath hot against your ear. — You like when I’m mean with you?
— You talk too much. — You murmured, putting your thumb on his mouth.
His jaw clenches around your finger, his tongue lapping at the tip as he glares down at you. You feel the heat of his breath against your skin, his thrusts steady and unrelenting as he pushes into you. The wet sounds of his mouth working around your digit blend with the slap of skin on skin, the air thick with sweat and the smell of sex. His teeth graze your finger, a sharp nip that isn't quite a bite, more of a warning. His hips drive forward, a slow, deliberate roll that hits just right. He keeps your finger in his mouth, sucking lightly as he watches your face, gauging your reactions. His free hand moves from your hip to your breast, thumb circling your nipple with firm pressure. The dual sensation - the suction of his mouth, the rolling thrust of his cock, the teasing of your nipple - makes your back arch. You feel your walls flutter around him, tightening as pleasure builds. He notices immediately, his rhythm faltering for just a second before he redoubles his efforts.
— That's it. — He murmurs around your finger, his words muffled but still distinct. — Come on my cock like the good girl I know you are.
You bite your lip, shaking your head slightly even as your body betrays you. The moment your climax hits, he releases your finger with a pop and grabs your hips, angling you for deeper penetration. His thrusts become erratic, more desperate, as he feels your walls clamping around him, he grunts, his breath coming in sharp bursts as he drives into you one final time. His entire body tenses, his hips jerking forward as he empties himself inside you. The warm pulse of his release sends aftershocks through your oversensitive pussy, making you shudder around him. He collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he catches his breath. His chest rises and falls against yours, his heartbeat thundering against your ribs.
— You forgot the fucking condom. — Your voice is muffled by his neck.
His body tenses, but his cock remains buried inside you, twitching weakly with the last remnants of his climax. He lifts his head just enough to look at you, his face a mask for a second before a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
— Did I? — He murmurs, his tone laced with both mock innocence and satisfaction.
His hips shift, an almost absent roll of movement that keeps him snug inside you. He nuzzles into your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a playful bite.
— Don't worry, I don't have any DST's.
You scoff and push weakly at his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. He's still heavy, still inside you, still warm from exertion. Your heart pounds against his chest, the heat of him soaking into your skin.
— Charming. — You mutter, rolling your eyes even as his smirk deepens against your neck. His tongue flicks out, tracing the bite mark he left, his breath making your skin prickle. You don't miss the way he presses a deliberate kiss to the spot afterward.
— I’m serious. Relax. — He says, his voice thick with residual satisfaction. His hand slides up from your hip to your waist, fingers flexing against your side. — Same time tomorrow?
Hi!!!! I would love like a sweet/rough smut about slovacek! Like he came home from bootcamp and surprised his fwb.
SAME OLD BAR.
PAIRING - nicholas slovacek x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS - your best friend is back home and you both missed each other - he makes it clear by the way he fucks you.
CONTENT - fwb!slovacek. !smut. this time I didn't forget the condom so safe sex yay
WC - 3.7k
NOTE - heyy, hope u like it, tried to make it as sweet as I could! also, smut season it's over guys 🕴
The bar is quiet, more than most days, some regulars finishing their drinks and a soft low country pop song playing. You can barely hear it because your coworker is running his mouth at you – you barely registers what he is saying when the bell over the door jingles. Looking up, you see him standing at the door, eyes running around the place, looking for you. He grins like an idiot, heavy steps towards the counter. His long hair gone, now all shaved, his sharp features being even more sharper than you remembered.
– You fuckin' look like you could use a drink. – He says, his thick accent rolling over the words like they're made of velvet.
– You look like you could use a drink, idiot. – Your smile is wide, happiness dripping from your tongue.
Nicholas throws his head back and laughs, the deep sound reverberating through the bar. His broad shoulders shaking, and when he meets your gaze again, his eyes are dancing. He saunters up to the bar, all cocky and over confident, until he is right in front of you, close enough that you can smell the crisp starch of his uniform and the metallic tang of gun oil that clings to him. He leans one elbow on the counter, resting his weight just enough that the edge of his uniform jacket brushes your hand.
– Careful, baby. You keep talking like that, I might start thinking you missed me. – He says, that grin of his doing funny things to your pulse. You roll your eyes, but your mouth twitches anyway.
– You look a mess, you know that?
– Yeah, well… – He shrugs, glancing around the bar like its all part of his territory now. – They tried to straighten me out. Didn't really work.
You reach for a glass without thinking, your fingers moving automatically. He watches you pour, the rhythm of it steady, practiced. The amber liquid fills the glass, and he doesn't take his eyes off your hands like he's memorizing every motion. You slide it towards him. He picks it up, tips it back in one clean motion, and then sets it down with a soft clink.
– Damn. – He says, exhaling slow. – That is the first decent thing I've tasted in months.
You rest your palms on the edge of the bar, leaning forward just a little.
– They feed you dirt and sand at boot camp?
– Pretty much. – He taps the rim of the glass, thinking. – Kinda gets you looking forward to a beer.
Nicholas drums his fingers on the bar, his eyes fixed on yours with that same intense stare that always unravels you. He moves in a little closer, his voice dropping to something just above a whisper.
– But you know what I've been thinking about more than beer? – Your heart kicks up a notch.
– What's that?
– That mouth of yours. – He taps the side of his glass again, the sound sharp in the low hum of the bar. – See, I been out there, running through the mud, and all I could think about was how damn good you tasted.
His grin turns wolfish as he watches you, his gaze lingering on your lips before flickering up to meet your eyes. A flush creeps up your neck. You wet your lips unconsciously, and his eyes follow the motion. He moves closer, the heat of his body emanating through the thin barrier of his uniform jacket. His hand settles over yours on the bar, calloused fingers rough against your skin.
– So I guess the real question is if you gonna let me remind myself just how good it is? – His words soft and husky now.
You feel the heat of his hand as it slides up your arm, rough fingertips trailing along the sensitive skin near your elbow. His touch stays for just a second too long before he pulls away, the absence of contact leaving you oddly cold. That cocky grin hasn't left his face, but something flickers in his eyes, something raw and unguarded that you have not seen in months.
– Come on, baby. Ain't like you never needed a distraction after a long day. – You exhale sharply through your nose, your pulse hammering in your throat.
You've always had a thing for Nicholas Slovacek – aka, your best friend – always had a weakness for that rough, arrogant charm of his, the way he looks at you like you're something rare and precious and dangerous all at once. And right now, standing here with his uniform wrinkling under the pressure of his arms as he leans against the bar, smelling of salt and sweat and whatever cheap aftershave he slapped on before coming here, it's almost unbearable how badly you want to say yes. You were always weak when it comes to him.
– Bathroom?
His grin widens, eyes bright with hungry. He straightens up, running a hand over the front of his uniform like he's smoothing invisible wrinkles.
– Yeah, bathroom works for me. – He glances around quickly, checking if anyone's watching. The bar's mostly empty, just the usual old crowd of regulars nursing their drinks at the far end.
– But you have to wait until I close. – You look at the clock hanging on the wall. – About fifteen minutes.
Nicholas exhales through his nose, a slow, measured sound like he wants to say something. He moves nearer, his presence pressing against you even though he hasn't touched you yet.
– Fifteen minutes. – He repeats. – You got me waiting here like some damn puppy, hm?
Your fingers tighten on the bar top instinctively. His cologne, cheap and strong, the kind you always teased him about when you were younger, cuts through the stale beer smell of the bar.
– Try not to scare off the customers while you wait. – He scoffs, amused.
– They are not even looking. Half these guys are passed out.
– Still. – You say, the corner of your mouth twitching. – Keep it down. My boss doesn't like you anyway.
Nicholas chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest.
– You mean he don't like that I'm fuckin' his best bartender every chance I get? – He moves closer, dropping to a near-whisper that raises the hairs on the back of your neck. – Or maybe he is just jealous 'cause he knows he couldn't handle you half as good as I do.
Your hands still against the bar, the rag hanging limp between your fingers. He's always had that effect on you – the way he says things like that, like he's carving them straight into your bones so easily and shameless. It's infuriating. It's intoxicating.
– Keep the dirty talk to when I'm fucking you, Nic. – He barks out a laugh, rich and sudden, drawing glances from the few remaining customers. He does not even seem to notice.
– There she is! – He says, that grin turning downright wolfish. – Knew you still had that fire in you after all these months.
Fifteen minutes passed. All the costumers finally gone, and you told your coworker to go home earlier so you could close the bar. The door swings shut with a final thud, the bell above it giving it's last jingle as he disappears into the night. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh red light across the empty bar. You're alone with Nicholas now – just the two of you and the quiet hum of the old refrigerator in the back room. He is still sitting where you left him, elbows on the bar, fingers loosely linked together. Now his posture has changed. Shoulders relaxed, weight shifted forward, the kind of lazy readiness that tells you he's imagining what comes next.
– Boss gone? – He asks, though he knows the answer. You can hear the smug satisfaction in his words. You nod once, wiping your hands on your apron before tossing it over the hook near the register. The bar feels different now, the usual bustle and noise replaced by heavy silence. You can hear Nicholas shift on his stool, the creak of leather against wood.
– Well? – He asks, tilting his head just slightly. – You gonna keep me waiting out here like some charity case?
Your mouth curls into a smirk as you move around the bar, the familiar motions of closing – stacking glasses, wiping down the counter – keeping you from reaching for him too soon. When you finally stand before him, near enough to touch but not yet, his pupils are blown wide in the dim light. You missed moments like this.
– You look pretty. I like this. – You say messing with the fabric of his uniform. His smirk falters for just a second, something deeper, more vulnerable flashing in his eyes before he quickly masks it with that usual cocky grin.
– Yeah? – He drawls, rolling his shoulders in a way that makes the stiff fabric of his uniform jacket pull tight across his chest. – Figured you'd appreciate it, seeing as how you always got a thing for me in a suit.
His boots scrape against the floor as he swivels on the stool, turning to face you fully. The way his uniform pants stretch over his thighs when he moves doesn't go unnoticed.
– Don't let it go to your head. – Your tone is sweet and low, your fingers brushing his face softly.
His breath hitches when your fingers brush his cheek, the rough stubble catching slightly against your skin. That cocky confidence wavers.
– Wouldn't dream of it. – He murmurs, but his words are strained.
His hand comes up to cover yours, holding your palm against his face for just a second too long before pulling it away. The contact sends a jolt through you, his skin is hot, almost feverish, like he's been running.
– Missed you, baby. – He admits, the words raw and real in a way that makes your stomach flip.
– You have gone soft, Nic. It's cute.
His grip tightens almost imperceptibly on your waist when you call him soft, a muscle twitching in his jaw. But instead of withdrawing, he pulls you closer, until your hips bump against the seat. The uniform pants creak slightly as he spreads his knees wider, forcing you into the space between his thighs.
– Cute? – He echoes. His thumbs press into the curve of your waist, not gentle but not rough either, just firm enough to remind you he's stronger than you. – You wanna be careful with that mouth of yours, sweetheart. Might make me prove I'm still the same man who had you screaming my name in the backseat of my truck.
– All bark and no bite. – You chuckle. Lowering down and biting softly his earlobe. – I missed you too, Nic.
– Had no idea I was going to miss your hair. – You confess, passing your fingers on his shaved head. The sensation new to you and him.
He stills beneath your touch, his breath coming faster now as your fingers trace the smooth planes of his skull. There's something almost intimate about it – you can feel the heat radiating from his scalp, the way his skin trembles slightly under your fingertips. When you reach the nape of his neck, his hand slides up your back, blunt nails scraping lightly through your shirt.
– Won't be gone long, I guess. – He murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks. His other hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. The hard planes of his body press into yours, the stiff fabric of his uniform jacket cool against your chest. You can feel every contour through the thin fabric of your shirt, the way his stomach flattens as he breathes, the unmistakable hardness pressing against your thigh. His breath fans hot across your neck as he nips at your skin, his teeth grazing just hard enough to make you gasp.
– You’ve been all alone, haven’t you? – He says, mostly hiding his true intention, he wants to know if you have been sleeping around but perhaps he doesn’t feel brave enough to hear the answer.
– Who knows? Maybe I have finally slept with my hot boss.
His entire body tenses for a second, fingers digging almost painfully into your ass as he pulls you so tight against him you can feel every inch of his erection straining against his uniform pants. When he speaks, his words come out low and dangerous.
– Bullshit. – The word is simple but laced with steel. He moves quickly, sliding off the stool in one fluid motion and turning you around so your back presses against the bar. One hand pins your waist on the counter, the other gripping your chin hard enough to bruise. He looms over you, his face inches from yours, eyes burning with something feral.
– You wouldn't do that. – He growls. – And if you did, I'd have to remind you exactly why you're mine.
His hand slides from your waist to your ziper, rough fingers pushing the hem of your jeans down as he goes. The cool air hits your skin, but it's quickly replaced by the heat of his palm as he cups you through your panties. You can feel how wet you already are, how your body betrays you even as your mind tries to deny it.
– See? – He murmurs, pressing harder, his thumb finding that sensitive spot through the fabric. – Knew you wouldn't forget me.
His thumb moves in tight circles, the pressure making your breath catch. Your body arches instinctively, pressing into his touch, but he holds you pinned, trapping you against the bar. The wood digs into your back as he steps even closer, his knee sliding between your legs to press firmly against your core.
– Fuck. – He mutters, his gaze dropping to where his hand works. – Look at you. Could come just like this, couldn't you? All worked up just from me touching you through your panties.
His teeth scrape against your neck as he speaks, and his free hand moves to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
– Sorry, baby. I can't wait to fuck you. – He gives you a slow kiss, passionate and so needy. – Next time I’ll make it up to you.
His grip tightens on your jaw, his fingers flexing against your skin as he watches you, hungry and unrelenting. The words spill from his lips like a confession, like a prayer, and his other hand tears at the flimsy fabric of your panties, shredding them with a single rough tug. You hear his hands searching something on his pockets, the tiny wrapper being quickly opened. You gasp as the cool air hits your bare skin, but there is no time to register it before he is hitching your leg up around his hip, grinding against you with a desperate kind of force. He doesn't even unbuckle his belt, just shoves his pants down enough to free himself. His cock is hot and heavy against your thigh, already leaking at the tip, and when he grips himself and rubs the head against your soaked folds, you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood. There's no teasing this time, no gradual build. The second he positions himself at your entrance, he thrusts in with one sharp motion, sheathing himself fully in one stroke.
A rough groan tears from his throat as he bottoms out inside you, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. His breath comes in ragged bursts against your neck, his body shuddering with the effort of holding still.
– Fuck! – He mutters, the word raw and wrecked. – God, you feel good.
His hips jerk forward instinctively, sheathing himself deeper, and you feel every thick inch stretch you wider. The pain borders on exquisite, blending with the sharp pleasure of being filled so completely. Your nails dig into his back as he pauses to give you a moment to adjust, his muscles taut beneath your fingertips.
– Too much? – He rasps against your ear, but there's no real concern in his tone, he already knows the answer. His cock twitches inside you, impossibly full, and when you shift slightly, the movement sends sparks through your body.
– Nah, I was just enjoying the stretch. – You murmur back, words thick and breathless. That's all the encouragement he needs. – We're supposed to be doing this in the bathroom. Fuck. You always have to be so eager.
He laughs. A low, rough sound that vibrates through both your chests where you're pressed together. His hips roll, slow and deliberate this time, dragging his cock against every sensitive spot inside you as he moves. The friction makes your eyes roll back, pleasure uncoiling low in your stomach.
– Yeah, yeah… – He murmurs, nuzzling your neck. – I know, I'm sorry baby.
But the way he says it – rough and unrepentant – tells you he isn't sorry at all. His hands grip your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks as he lifts you slightly, changing the angle. Each thrust now drags against your G-spot with agonizing precision, making your legs tremble and your breath catch. The cool metal of the bar bites into your lower back as he fucks you harder, his grip tightening as he feels you tighten around him. You let your head fall back, exposing your throat to him.
– You always do this. – You pant, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as his thumb finds your clit. – Can't keep your hands off me for five minutes.
– I tried. – He grunts, and it's such a lie you'd almost laugh if you weren't on the verge of coming. His lips find your collarbone, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. The contrast, rough hands, soft mouth, has you spiraling faster. – Didn't work out so well.
The words rumble against your skin, the accent thickening as his control slips. His thrusts grow more erratic, driven by the primal need to claim you, to own every inch of your body. The slap of skin against skin fills the empty bar, the obscene sound punctuated only by his ragged breathing and your choked gasps. His thumb circles your clit with ruthless precision, his rough fingers leaving your skin hot and aching. He mumbles something, you can’t really pay attention, but he wants you to come. Your body responds instantly, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm rips through you. Your back arches off the bar as your body betrays you, clenching around him as your vision blurs. His name spills from your lips in a broken gasp, the sound swallowed by the heat of his mouth on your throat. He groans deep in his chest, feeling you pulse around him, and it's all the permission he needs. His grip on your ass tightens, his fingers bruising as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he comes with a ragged, guttural sound.
His forehead presses to yours, his breath hot and uneven, his whole body shaking with the force of his release. He takes himself out of your cunt quickly, taking off the condom and tying it into a knot. The condom lands in the trash with a dull thump, your body still shuddering from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Nicholas exhales sharply, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as he adjusts his uniform, his movements efficient but unhurried. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, noticing how his hands tremble slightly, whether from exertion or some residual need, you can't tell. He catches your look and smirks, adjusting the heavy belt at his waist. He reaches up to cup your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips.
– You look good like this. – He murmurs, satisfaction roughening his voice. His thumb wipes at the corner of your mouth, catching the sheen of sweat there. His eyes darken as he licks the pad of his thumb clean. You roll your eyes, but there's no real heat behind it.
– You're gross.
He barks out a laugh, the sound rough and delighted as he pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist. The heat from his body seeps through the fabric of his uniform, still warm from your skin.
– Yeah, but you love it. – Grinning down at you. – Maybe I should clean you like a cat.
He puts his tongue out and you laugh loudly, holding his chin.
– Stop it, you idiot! – You say, but you can't suppress the way your body presses into his. His uniform jacket is damp with sweat, clinging to his torso, the stiff fabric giving just slightly under your fingers. You can still smell the salt of his skin, the musk of sex hanging between you both. His fingers slide up your sides, making you squirm as he tickles lightly.
– Too much? – He asks with false innocence, his words deep and teasing. He knows exactly what he's doing. His thumbs brush under your ribs, and you gasp, slapping at his hands half-heartedly.
– No, no, okay stop! - You laugh, breathless and warm. It echoes on the walls. – Gonna make me regret wishing you came back home.
His grin falters for just a second – long enough for you to see the way his eyes flicker, something hiding across his face before he smothers it with that cocky smirk again. His hands pause their wandering, settling on your hips instead, fingers digging in just enough to keep you in place.
– Nah… – He says, but there's something quieter now, something almost... hesitant beneath the bravado. His thumbs trace small circles against your skin, absentminded. – You don't regret shit, do you?
He studies your face like he's searching for the answer already, his face bright in the dim bar light. You tilt your head, watching him in return.
– Not yet. – His fingers flex against your hips, the fabric of his uniform creaking slightly as he shifts his weight.
– Good. – The word comes out rough, like he has to force it past some tightness in his throat. His eyes drop to your mouth for a second before meeting yours again.
– You're going to help me clean, right?
He exhales sharply, the sound almost like a laugh but with an edge of something more serious. His hands slide up your sides, fingers pressing into the curve of your waist as he studies your face with a small smile.
CONTENT - few headcanons of falling for slovacek at camp. kinda suggestive but sfw.
WC - 700.
NOTE - super short i know, so sorry for taking two months to answer this one!! also sorry, if this is bullshit pls let me know!
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO was the first guy you actually looked at when getting on the bus, but you two just really met at the camp and right away you didn’t really like him; meanwhile, he had his eye on you since he stepped off the bus. As the days went by, you noticed he was extremely ill-mannered and rude with most of the boys, but had a lot of patience when it came to you.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO made a point of scaring your bunkmate just so he could stay close, and indirectly have more chances to start conversations and be assigned as your partner in activities.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO was quieter when you were around; he really paid attention to what you had to say and liked listening to your stories, no matter how strange they were. He let you guide the conversations, asking only what was necessary to make you keep talking.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO was very discreet at first, partly because he wasn’t sure you liked boys, and also because he knew he needed to be careful in there; so the “tough guy” act was the best way to hide.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO knew that the flirting had to start very subtly. He came up with excuses to touch your arm, and during ab warm-ups he held your thighs dangerously close to the inner part. He did everything he could to show off when he saw you passing by, flexing his muscles without taking his eyes off you.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO in the first week, while he was relieving himself in the bathroom, he saw you walk in by accident; breathing heavily with a sly smile on his lips, he kept moving without looking away from you. You couldn’t say anything, so you just turned around and went back to bed. The memory was enough to satisfy him for another whole week.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO'S totally possessive and jealous. He hated seeing you talking to any other recruit who wasn’t Cody (he was sure that if there was someone who didn’t like men, it was him). And conveniently, he always showed up to interrupt your conversations; his presence behind you was enough to make the others back off.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO couldn’t keep his eyes of you and his looks didn’t go unnoticed. Especially at shower time. Slovacek, from the corner of his eye, watched how your hands moved over your arms, the way your jaw tightened under the cold water, the way you opened your mouth and sighed while the drops fell over your head. He was obsessed.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO was surprised that your first kiss happened after he got wasted on the super strong and strange drink Hicks had prepared. All the recruits had already gone to bed when Slovacek heard you sneaking out of the room, and without even hesitating, he followed you.
Outside, the strong breeze brought air back to your lungs, your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol. Enough to make you looser. And bolder. When he found you leaning against the wall, he walked toward you in short steps. The tension was practically palpable. You’re not even sure if either of you said anything; when you realized it, his body had you pinned against the cold wall like a predator with his prey. His breathing so close you could feel the vodka on it. Under the moonlight, he even seemed less intimidating, maybe gentler.
The kiss was different from what you expected. He was cautious at first, gently letting you guide it, until he felt your hands on his neck — that’s when it turned into a true battle for dominance. It was strong, uncontrolled, and deep. His tongue explored every inch of yours.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO when morning came, could barely look at you. The night before replayed in his mind every time he heard your voice. Desire spreading through his body with each hour that passed without your touch. His mood was terrible and it was impossible not to notice. Not even Cody could keep a conversation going with the boy for more than two minutes without being insulted.
NICHOLAS SLOVACEK WHO blamed you for being so distracted after the kiss. Blamed you for finding you so… irresistible. It was like your body was a magnet constantly pulling him in. It wasn’t his first time with a guy, but it was different from everything he’d tried before. Nothing was like you.
hey! I've read all of your boots ffs and I love them! since you have already made slovacek's nsfw alphabet, could you do the sfw one?
SFW ALPHABET.
CHARACTER - nicholas slovacek
WC - 2k
NOTE - so sorry for taking so long to answer this one! and thank u sweetie!
A – Affection:
He has always considered himself a very closed-off and tough guy — well, everyone around him saw him that way too — but with you, things were different. He manages to be very affectionate with you because he feels responsible for you; he is the man in the relationship and likes to make that explicit to everyone, but his main way of showing affection is through actions. He fixes things for you, buys the sneakers you want, pays the restaurant bill, lends you his jacket whenever you get slightly chilly, etc.
B – Beginning:
At the beginning, he really did not take you seriously, because his intention was for you to be just another fun night. He was not the kind of guy people take home to meet their parents. You flirted — he blatantly tried to take you back to his apartment (and pouted when you politely turned him down) — and he went home alone that night with only your phone number and the smell of your shampoo clinging to him. It took a while for you to assume a serious relationship, but once it became official, God, you became almost inseparable. All of his friends already knew about you — Nicholas cannot hold himself back when it comes to showing off the wonderful partner who captured his heart.
C – Cuddles:
As surprising as it may be, he loves being in your arms. Nicholas has a hunger for affection and care, all because of the lonely childhood and adolescence he had. He values and loves the intimate moments when the two of you are comfortably sprawled on the bed, simply watching each other with soft touches on your face and lazy smiles on your lips.
D – Domestic:
He never imagined himself doing this — all of this about living with someone for the rest of his life, loving the same person forever, and so on. It was one of the steps that scared him the most. Everything changed when you spent your first night at his apartment and he woke up before you, lying beside you with only a thin sheet covering your bodies. He looked at you with so much affection while you slept, unaware of everything. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and then he thought, “How could I not want to spend the rest of my days waking up like this?” That said, he was a mess — and you realized it quickly. You were barely sure how he had survived so long living alone. He did not know how to cook a full meal, did not have a washing machine at home so he only used laundromats, and owned a total of eight pieces of furniture.
E – End of relationship:
One of two things: either he would be a complete jerk, the kind who breaks up over the phone and then talks badly about you to all his friends (but whenever he drinks, he calls you at 4 a.m. and says you were the only good thing that ever happened to him, asks if he can see you, and ends up taking you to bed), or he would be desperate, refusing to believe that everything you had would end. He does not have many people in his life; letting you go is not an option in his mind.
F – Fiancé:
He does not really have a formed opinion about it. He does not know any married couples and does not think you need that to be happy, but if it is something you want, he buys a ring and proposes in a casual and intimate way. He does not want a very big party, but he wants it to be a memorable night for you. He is the type who takes hundreds of photos of you in a wedding dress and frames all of them around the house.
G – Gentle:
Very gentle. Not in a chivalrous way, but in a protective one. He never raises his voice at you — and when you argue and he feels like he might explode, he goes for a walk around the block, all to avoid the discussion becoming bigger than it needs to be. He knows he is very impulsive, and that reminds him of his father. He hates that part of himself, so he does everything he can to change that behavior. He genuinely tries to be a better man and husband than his father ever was.
H – Hugs:
Casual. Most of the time they are hugs from behind — you cooking something or simply grabbing clothes from the closet, and then he comes up and wraps his arms around your waist and stays there, in silence, for a few seconds. Just to remind you that he appreciates you. There are also occasions when you are more sensitive, had a bad day, and are simply in a horrible mood. On those days, he hugs you properly, your neck hidden in the curve of his shoulder while his hands slowly stroke your head — reminding you that no matter what happens, you will always have his shoulder at your disposal.
I – “I love you”:
Not as often as he should. The words feel too heavy on his tongue and physically difficult to just say, but he does say them. When you fall asleep on his lap while watching some silly movie, he pulls the blanket over you and gently strokes your hair so as not to wake you, a whispered “I love you so much” slipping from his lips.
J – Jealousy:
Very jealous — but not insecure. He knows you love him and knows he treats you very well, but he cannot help himself when he hears you laughing at someone’s jokes over the phone or when a coworker gives you a sweet treat. However, he finds it pathetic when guys openly claim to be jealous because it makes them seem insecure, so he controls himself and usually does not make a scene. Usually. But there are times when he cannot stop the instinct to pull you by the waist and kiss you right in the middle of the supermarket when an old man will not stop staring at you, or stop his fist from breaking the nose of a guy who bought you a drink at the bar.
K – Kisses:
Overwhelming, deep, and intense. He kisses extremely well and manages to convey a kind of passion you had never tasted before meeting him. His favorite places to leave kisses are your shoulders and back — he does not really know why, but there is something very intimate about soft kisses on the top of your shoulder in the morning. He is a romantic without even noticing it.
L – Little ones:
He does not really like children. He grew up with a very annoying younger brother and since then simply prefers to stay away from kids — but he is surprisingly good with teenagers. He thinks a rebellious spirit recognizes another. Nicholas understands well what it is like to be full of anger, young, and stupid. Despite that, he has obviously already thought about starting a family with you, maybe having a little girl with your intelligence and his courage.
M – Mornings:
Calm and slow. He does not deal well with mornings, prefers to work at night, and feels like he has more energy then. So mornings are perfect for resting, having meaningless conversations, and testing pancake recipes. He loves cooking breakfast with you and hearing your laughter echo through the walls.
N – Nights:
When he is not working, he likes to take you out and show you new places. He also enjoys nights when you both watch horror movies so bad that you laugh more than you get scared.
O – Opening up:
It was not that difficult for him to talk about himself or his past; he has always considered himself an open book. Clearly, he joked about it and made the situation lighter than it really was — his way of dealing with the bad parts of life. But it was spontaneous and casual: a night like any other, the two of you sitting on the living room floor because it was absurdly hot, a bottle of beer in his hand, and a safe atmosphere. He felt he could tell you anything about himself and you would not run away from him. He loves that about you — how you can love him.
P – Patience:
With you, he tries to be a bit more patient than usual. But outside the relationship? This man turns red with rage over even the stupidest things. You are the calm one in the relationship, always keeping his feet on the ground.
Q – Quizzes:
He easily forgets things except for the ones that are truly important — like not remembering whether you eat onions, but always knowing what irritates you. It is cute because you know he pays attention to you and cares deeply, but you cannot trust him to order food for you because he has no idea whether you drink Diet Coke or not.
R – Remembering moments:
As controversial as it may seem, he likes to remember and appreciates the arguments between you. Two reasons: the discussions are usually calm and never heated; you remain calm and he truly tries to listen to what you are trying to express — something that never happened in his home — and because arguments are when you are both the most honest possible. You say what you REALLY think about his actions, and he can express what is bothering him without overthinking the words he will use. Over time, the arguments became fewer and fewer, and when they happen, neither of you says anything hurtful — only true and calm words, making communication in the relationship much better. Well, he does not deny that he also loves it when arguments end in his bed.
S – Security:
Almost a bodyguard. This man takes your safety seriously and is not afraid to fight for you in any situation.
T – Try:
He does the best he can, but he truly appreciates it when you give him hints about what you want or need. He does not mind planning things (trips, dinners, etc.) but with your help it is much easier, because he can focus on the prices while you focus on what you want and how you want it.
U – Ugly habit:
When he gets angry, it consumes him entirely, almost turning him into another person. And that scares you. A lot. You already knew his temper could be a problem when he told you he almost killed a man before joining the army, but seeing him become aggressive in person was far more terrifying than you imagined. The simple thought that the man who touches you with so much affection could end up taking someone else’s life is disturbing.
V – Vanity:
He does not care much about his face — after all, there is nothing left to improve in that department — but he is very careful with his hair and body. He was upset when he had to shave his hair. He trains almost every day and sometimes runs for cardio. He likes to look at himself in the mirror after a shower and flex his muscles in front of you, which always makes you laugh.
W – Whole without you:
He doesn't think so. You — intentionally or not — changed him a lot. He can no longer imagine his mornings without you by his side, and he likes the life you built together. The thought of no longer belonging with you makes him feel sick.
X – Xtra:
Sometimes he mocks the words you say, joking about your accent — even though his accent is a thousand times stronger than yours. In the end, you are the one who has fun, because he is simply the sexiest man you have ever seen saying anything at all.
Y – Yuck:
He does not like being treated as inferior or “stupid.” He did not have the best grades in school and did not graduate from college, but he learned a lot from his own life experiences. He is proud of who he has become, and seeing someone treat him as inferior, even indirectly, hurts him deeply.
Z – Zzz:
He falls asleep quickly and very easily, and it is almost strange because one second you are telling him something about your day and when you turn around, he is snoring. And may the universe help you if you wake him up for no reason — he becomes the grumpiest person in the world for the rest of the day.
Hi! 😌✨ Out of the BOOTS characters you’ve written for, could you write a fluffy blurb (is that the right term? 🥲) for the character of your choice? Thank you! I’ll end this ask with just saying I’ve been loving what you’ve been posting lately! I just discovered your DAREDEVIL fics so I will be reading those soon! ✨✨
LATE NIGHT TALKS.
── .✦ NICHOLAS SLOVACEK BLURB.
– Can’t sleep?
You heard his voice first, then from the corner of your eye you saw his figure next to you on the edge of the bed. He looked so handsome illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window, shadows cast on his chest, pretty darkish eyes focused on your expression.
– Yeah, something like that.
– Too much noise? – he asked, referring to the buzz of cars outside. His hand slowly caressed your back with such gentleness.
– No. I like it. – you gave him a quick smile. – I’m just thinking.
He nodded; you felt the bed shift for a moment as he moved closer to your body, his face resting against your shoulder and his nose tickling you lightly. His breath was warm; a pleasant contrast to the cold air in the room.
– Wanna share what’s on your pretty head with me? – he teased in a sweet tone.
You looked at him, your head tilted as a small smile formed on your lips.
– Nothing much… just how lucky I am.
– Lucky? Why?
– For having found you.
He laughed, the vibration directly against the sensitive spot of your neck. You pulled him by the nape of his neck, gently but without much care. The action caught his attention, and he watched you with an indescribable look. The kind that doesn’t quite believe what was just said.
– I’m serious, Nik.
– If anyone’s lucky, it’s me. I can guarantee that. – He held your face, now with a more serious expression, his tongue moistening his lips before he spoke again. – You’re everything I could’ve dreamed of.
You didn’t want to cry, really, but something in the way he held you or the way his eyes looked so gentle, something about his love felt like a wave washing over you. You couldn’t hold yourself back; nor your tears. They weren’t sad tears, they were happy ones. It was like when you woke up on your birthday and someone had left a message on your phone right after midnight to congratulate you — it was fragile and simple but made such a difference in how you perceived their love for you.
It was quite easy to make you cry when it came to acts of love. Nicholas knew that.
He wasn’t exactly fond of seeing you cry, but after so many months by your side and your overreactions, he got used to it. Somehow, he thought it made you quite special. That your emotions flowed so easily and often escaped through your eyes — it was cute that you weren’t afraid of showing how much you appreciated things. He wished he could be more like that sometimes.
He passed his thumb over the tears falling on your cheeks. Carefully.
– I was so lost without you. – you murmured.
– So was I. - he murmured back.
You approached him before he could move. Your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, your head resting on his shoulders. He breathed heavily and instantly hugged you back, his fingers interlaced in your hair, softly holding you there.
He could never describe how much he loved you; not with words. But you knew it, always knew it by the way his arms held you and kept you warm on your worst nights.
note: first of all, I'm sooo so sorry for taking two months to answer this! second of all, thank you so much sweetheart, it's so lovely how u let me choose the character to write for and thank u for reading! mwah 😙
