Requested: HI YOUR HCS ABT NICK LITERALLY HAS ME DROOLING ON MY KNEES?? can i perhaps get nick and a male(or just fem if ur uncomfy) reader who's just huge rivals with nick, always acting like a dick who teases the fuck out of him. but one day nick calls him something devious while teasing him back like "pretty boy" and reader is like ?!?!?!,!,!,!!,,@+?? REALLY FLUSTERED AND SUDDENLY THEIR WHOLE DEMEANOR DROPS, LEAVING THEM AWKWARD AND STAMMERIJG MESS. nick ABSOLUTELY takes advantage of this. nsfw preferred BUT BUT BUT ITS OKAY IF NOT. drooling begging crying Warnings: Oral (m receiving of course), name calling (slut, baby boy, baby), a bit of degrading, dacryphilia, orgasm denial. NICK IS KINDA MEAN IN THIS ONE! Summary: Nick is an insecure because you stole his friends. Word Count: 1.9k AN: AU where there aren’t any werewolves. Only for plot purposes of course. This is a bit of a long one. I do hope you like it. I love rivals to lovers but it’s my first time writing it. I was literally so excited! I hope you like it! I was kinda dipping my toe in this one, if you would like it more smutty, I will TOTALLY WRITE A CONTINUATION!!!! 💕 also, srry about the shit quality gif 😫😫 if there are a few mistakes, I also apologize about that!!!
There’s was a pride that swelled in you that was only brought upon by beating your rival. Anything he could do, you could do better. And you’ve proved it time and time again. If Nick excelled in academics, guess who wasn’t very far behind. Better yet, always on par with him. Even outshined. Of course it was you. Not that there was any competition. To you, at least, it wasn’t. You just couldn’t help it. You were just naturally better. All of the petty little things started to take a toll on Nick.
But Hackett’s Quarry was his escape. No one knew him there. No one to compare himself to, and no expectations. Just good ole summer fun with kids and maybe some new friends.
Unpacking was sure as hell a pain in the ass. And so was the car ride to the campsite. It felt great to just get out and stretch your arms and legs. You hadn’t even gotten comfortable on the bed yet when you overhear a familiar voice outside the door. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have the cabin to myself. Though I’m pretty sure we’ve met all of the other counselor-“ his thought was cut short when he opened the door. His smile faltered a bit before entering the cabin with Jacob. “Of course,” Nick threw with bag onto his bed on the other side of the room. Leaving with nothing more to say.
Jacob could’ve sworn he was exaggerating. They way you flittered about with the children was amazing. Showing them the natural flora and fauna of the surrounding are came with ease. Definitely a plus if there was anything poisonous. This was strike one. You were out making a place with his newfound friends while he was stuck in a godforsaken, hot as hell kitchen.
You were helping out everywhere you could. Patching up children in the nurses station with Kaitlin. Doing damage control after a spooky campfire story with Dylan and Ryan. Nothing less than a saint. Unbeknownst to them, you were teasing Nick after each and every praise. “Oh god, thank you! What would be do without you, (y/n)?” You threw a smile at Nick over their shoulder. To them it was a sweet one, but Nick knew all too well, “oh, I’m not sure. Why don’t we ask Nick?”
Strike two was settling into his bones. Resting there and making him weary. Not dreadfully weary, but weary that he’d do something unorthodox. But not now. He still had his patience in tact. And you knew that.
When the last bus of kids left, you took a sigh of relief. Those kids were very cute, but you could go the rest of the year without them. So when Dylan suggested a bonfire party, you agreed the notion. One last hurrah before going back to the city.
Jacob and Emma return with a gun, to kaitlyn’s displeasure, but he made a point to announce their true prize. Jacob clears his throat ceremoniously before stating, “We bring you a hand-picked selection of only the finest that Hackett’s Quarry has to offer….”
Nick grabs the bag in astonishment before they simultaneously burst into song.
“Pop pop, peanut butter butter pops! Pop pop, pop ‘em in your mouth! Pop!”
You stand there with a handful of firewood. Eyes seemingly wandering over Nick as he dancing is excitement. His large, veiny hands gripping the bag of pops made you wonder what they felt like around your hips. How
“What absolute dorks,” Abigail breaks your train of thought. You chuckle at the comment and nod in agreement, “for sure. Maybe just a bit too happy.” Abi quirked an eyebrow in your direction, “you wanna have a go at getting the peanut butter what’s-it’s too?”
“Yeah, I think I do.”
Once Jacob, Nick, and kaitlyn all had their turns. You ask for a turn, to which kaitlyn doesnt turn down. Nick, in turn, gives you a dirty look.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shooting my shot,” you throw a wink at the boy.
“Smooth,” Ryan interjects for the first time, pretty much all night.
You bow to your left and right, “thank you. thank you. I’m here all night.”
And before the night was over, you had taken out every single shot without breaking a sweat. Securing your place as champion, once again.
“Looks like those peanut butter whatever’s are mine.”
“You only want them, because I do”
“That’s not true,” giving him those puppy dog eyes you so meticulously learned throughout your entire life.
“You think you can just waltz right into here, steal my friends with those doe eyes, pretty boy?”
The guilt began to set it. This wasn’t fun anymore. But it was too late. Far too late. Nick was unleashing every thought he had ever had about you and you couldn’t handle it, “-and ya know what? I should’ve fucked that pretty little mouth the day I saw it. I knew you were gonna haunt me.”
“W-what?”
Hearing your voice crack and your words skip, he smirks. Seizing his moment to get you exactly where he wants. “Are you stalking me, gorgeous? I can’t stop thinkin about you,” before you know it, he has successfully backed you into the side of a tree. “You’re even in my fucking dreams.”
And he was in yours. But you’d never admit to that. “It’s simple,” you swallow thickly, “anything you can do, I can do better. And you can’t handle it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There it was again, that signature smirk that would make anyone swoon. The one that made your jeans tighten ever so slightly.
“Then prove it.”
“Haven’t I don’t that our entire life?”
Strike three. No holding back.
“Mmmm there’s that mouth again. How about you put it to actual good use.”
His lips are inching closer to yours. So close, you can smell subtle pine mixed with the sweat being outside all day. That same hand you were thinking about slowly moving closer to your neck. Once his fingers were wound, that was it. “Kiss me,” was all the permission you needed. The kiss was hungry yet fulfilling. Both of you sighing and humming into the kiss in content, but it wasn’t enough. A grin escapes his lips as you thread your fingers through his hair. Gently pulling at the auburn locks. But this is a game for two. He places his thigh between your legs. Earning a small whimper from you as he grinds his leg up your clothed erection.
Nick placed open-mouth kisses along your jaw, down your neck. There, he makes his mark. His claim on you. You let out a louder moan, unable to hold back the result of the ecstasy you’ve been chasing after unintentionally. He sunk his canines into the supple flesh of your neck. Making sure to place a soothing lick there after he was satisfied with it. You were bound to him now. Your fingernails clawing at the bark of the sturdy tree. He makes quick work of your tshirt. The cold air with biting at your nipples. Making them stand at attention. Nick was exposing more of the soft, sweet body he had sought after. He laughs to himself, making you cover your body. Tucking your hands away into the opposite arm pit. “No baby, don’t hide from me. Not like I hadn’t seen it before.” Nick began pressing kisses along your chest. Making sure to nip at the skin here and there. Staking his claim over and over. He kisses lower and lower. Your body was already overheating. You weren’t sure you could take more of the embarrassment. “But this is different.” Before you could say more, he was already up and towering over you, once again. His face mere inches from yours once again.
He hisses in a low, hushed tone, “Should’ve thought about that before being rude to me. Now, on your knees, baby boy. Make me proud.” His hair hung low in his eyes now. His hooded, lust filled eyes. The same ones that held such a hatred for you all those years, were now on you in such an intimate way.
Every fiber of your being was telling you to fight back. Say a smart-ass comment. Do something. All to be ignored by your body. Sitting on your bare knees in the middle of the woods with your crush. Waiting to do anything he asks of you.
“Such an obedient slut.”
It was getting darker. The worry easing from you, realizing that no one could see you. The clinking of a belt ripped you out of your thoughts. There stood Nick in all his glory. His pants around his ankles and his shirt in between his teeth. Not like you haven’t seen him before either. But again, this time it was different. His thick cock slapped against his lower stomach. Leaving a splotch of sticky liquid there. The scene was almost too much for you. Not that you hadn’t imagined his cock. I’m fact, it was better than imagined. But where did all your courage go?
“No no, don’t look away, baby.”
His thumb and index finger cradle your chin. Forcing you to look up at him. “Open,” was the only command that he needed to utter to his pretty baby. He could now see the charm in those doe eyes. He gets why everyone fall for them, as he slips the tip of his cock past your plush lips. The salty liquid making your tongue and cheeks salivate. Nick humming in approval. Your body can’t deny what it wants. “That’s it baby. You can take it can’t you? A cock hungry slut like you can take me all the way can’t you?” You hollow your cheeks in response, bobbing ever so slightly. The insults sending what felt like electric shocks throughout your body. Never had you wanted to remove an article of clothing so bad before right now. He noticed your ever growing bulge and smirks. “You like that, slut? Like being degraded? Look at you, pathetically on your knees. Tell daddy his cock tastes good.”
A heat touches your cheeks in shame. Pulling away, you hiss back. “Is that the only word you know? I thought you were dumb, but the least you could do is give a decent insult.”
He was cracking that exterior. He could feel it. Before tonight was over, you would be all him. “You don’t mean that, baby. I know what you really mean,” he taps his cock on your lips. Your mouth slightly opening to give him your tongue, stubbornly. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘fuck my face daddy Nick’ right? I’ll happily oblige.” Your eyes widen in shock as he pushes your head down onto his shaft. Instinctively, you stroke whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. It isn’t too long until he is bucking his hips into your mouth. Letting out long streams of “shit” and “fuck” until tears fell down your cheeks. Eye contact never breaking between the two of you. A pang one his heart told him to ask were you okay. Until he saw the wet spot on your shorts. Attempting to run your thighs together for friction.
“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you cum.
You mouth apologies around his cock. Desperate for your own release. Not being able to get friction anywhere.
“Good good. Say ‘I’m sorry daddy.’” Nick mocked you once more and you obeyed.
Nick gave one final thrust into your mouth before spilling his cum. Coating your throat in his sticky release. Once he was spent, he smirked to himself. Pulling out of your mouth with a small ‘pop.’
“I-I didn’t get to cum, yet.”
“I lied. I don’t reward bad behavior, crybaby. Maybe next time I’ll let you cum, if you’re a good boy.”
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