bo guys reactions to being called by their s/o who went out with friends and got drunk and now needs to be picked up (always feel this scenario is cute asf even if i don’t drink LMAO)
BB!!! oh i’ve thought about this before, especially in relation to noah’s 🤭 and agree that it feels like a cute scenario 🥹
NOAH: At some point, when you still had the capability, before all was lost to the steady consumption of alcohol, you called your boyfriend, Noah. It was rare for you to go out, even rarer for you to drink this much, though you were in more than capable hands, and Noah knew that. After all, he’d been the one to suggest you join your friends for a night out, but even over the phone, he could detect the slur in your words.
“Baby!!!” you’d screeched down the line before erupting into a fit of giggles, while Noah sat back in the chair at his desk, rotating side to side as a smile spread across his face. He listened to you drunkenly ramble for a few minutes, reiterating where you were planning to go next and where you needed him to pick you up from later on.
Naturally, Noah’s early, he’d always been a stickler when it came to time. As he sits and waits, he types out a quick ‘I’m here’ message, though the delivery notification never comes, no doubt because your phone has died by this point in the night. When he glances up, however, he catches sight of you stumbling out of the bar opposite where he’s parked, staring down at your phone, brow furrowed and shoulders slumped.
Climbing out of the car, Noah crosses the road in a few short strides, approaching you and holding back a laugh at the way you sway. “Woah there.” At the last second, he swoops in, catching you before you can lose your balance completely.
“Oh, my—I’m so…” hic “sorry,” hic you slur.
Your gaze narrows briefly, as if trying to place him. Tilting his head, his warm brown boba eyes soften, along with his voice. “Baby…”
Instead of recognition settling in, you huff and stand up straighter, leaning away from him before announcing matter of factly, “I have a boyfriend,” and though he doesn’t mean to, Noah can’t resist letting out the laugh he’s been holding back, even as he reaches for you.
“I know you do, you goof.” Expecting you to dodge his grasp, he’s surprised when you stay put, studying him again.
Another hiccup escapes the moment you part your lips to speak, sending you wobbling on unsteady legs. “You know…” hic “you look like him kinda…” your words trail off into another slurred murmur.
“Oh, yeah?” he teases, his grin stretching from ear to ear, clearly amused.
The second his hands settle at your sides, guiding you steadily toward his car, you quickly add, “He’s hotter though.”
“Oh, is he now?” Another laugh slips free. Part of him is already disappointed by the idea that you won’t remember any of this in the morning, especially when you swat his hands away for being ‘too intimate’, continuing to remind him that you're taken, spoken for. He just nods and plays along, smiling to himself, fully aware that come morning, he’ll relish recounting every second of this.
FOLIO: The shirt had been a gag gift from Valentine’s Day, nothing serious, and yet something you knew Folio would take incredibly seriously and wear with pride, even without being asked. What you never expected, after calling for him to come pick you up, was for him to arrive at the bar you and your friends were currently occupying, sat in a corner booth, wearing that shirt as though it were some form of protection, warding off any drunken and overly friendly strangers as he made his way through the crowd.
“Folio!” your friend squeals, drawing attention to your lovingly adorable, golden retriever of a boyfriend, who had been more than happy to come pick you up in the middle of the night, no questions asked. The second your eyes fall to the shirt, you lift a hand to cover your mouth, stifling a laugh behind it.
“Nice shirt,” another friend remarks, lips pressed to the rim of their glass as they take another sip, while Folio stands there proudly.
“It was either this or world’s cutest Uber driver,” he teases, offering out his hand toward you like a gentleman, helping you up from your seat at the edge of the booth.
For a brief second, you can’t resist admiring the rings adorning his hand, and when you take it, you feel the cool press of metal against your skin. Your fingers slip easily between his, intertwining like you were made for one another, his hand fitting yours like a glove.
“Well, you certainly are the world’s cutest Uber driver to me.” Your free hand presses to his chest as you lean into him, practically hearts in your eyes, a head rush blooming that has nothing to do with the alcohol you’ve consumed.
“Someone’s getting lucky tonight,” someone at the table sings from behind you, though you’re too focused on Folio to notice who.
“Someone is getting food, water, and put straight to bed when we get home.” Brushing his hand around your side to the small of your back, he sweeps up along your spine in a slow, affectionate stroke, your body melting further into him as you pout.
“Oh, but what if I do that thing you like with my tongue…?” you whisper.
His brows lift in response. Still holding his hand between you, your fingers slip from his as you guide his hand higher, your lips parting, and tongue sliding out. Stunned into silence, Folio just watches, completely mesmerised, as you draw his hand closer. Your tongue brushes against the pad of his index finger before you take it into your mouth, lips closing around it as your cheeks hollow slightly, mimicking the act of performing oral.
The reaction is immediate, he exhales sharply before clearing his throat. “Right. You and me. Home. Now.”
It’s exactly the response you were hoping for, proven by the gleeful expression that spreads across your face as you slip his finger from your mouth with a soft pop. Tucked against his side, you quickly bid your goodbyes before slipping out of the bar with your visibly flustered boyfriend; the world’s cutest Uber driver.
JOLLY: With Jolly, there’s no need to call for him to come pick you up, because he’s already there, waiting.
After spending the better part of the afternoon helping you pick out the perfect outfit for your evening meal with your friends, where he spent the majority of the time complimenting you, slowly helping you dress, and leaving a multitude of kisses over every inch of skin he could reach; your shoulders, neck, collarbone, and more, and dropping you off at the chosen restaurant, instead of returning home to find his own entertainment for the evening, he pulls up a stool at the bar.
There, he nurses a bourbon, flicking through the pages of his latest read, the book he’d tucked into his jacket pocket earlier that evening.
He enjoys the soft atmosphere, just as much as he enjoys stealing glances your way across the restaurant. Watching you in the dining area, he takes in how lively you are, even sending over drinks to your table for you and your friends, because he’s nothing if not a gentleman, and a generous one at that.
The whole time, he never intrudes. He respects your space, and the time you want to spend with your friends. The only reason he’s sitting there, waiting for you, is because he wants to know you’ll get home safely, no attempts at ordering an Uber when you’re no longer sober enough to notice the warning signs.
It’s when you stumble his way on your return from the bathroom that he notices you moving towards him. Quick to catch you, he draws you close and cages you between his thighs as he remains seated on the stool. One hand cradles your face, tilting your head back so you’re looking at him.
“Having a fun night, my darling?”
His gaze stays fixed on you, admiring the faint flush warming your features just visible in the dim lighting of the bar.
“Mhm.” You nod, melting closer, your arms wrapping around him as your hands press against his back. “Though you should know, a really handsome man was sending me drinks all night long.”
There’s a playful curve to your lips, and his eyes sparkle in response.
“Was there now?” he hums, keeping his tone neutral as he indulges your teasing.
As you lean up toward him, he dips forward to meet you, brushing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss before murmuring softly, “Maybe you should come home with him.”
Before you can deepen the kiss the way you want to, you breathe out against his, “Tell him to take me…” A double entendre, and an offer Jolly could never refuse when it comes to you.
NICHOLAS: When Nicholas gets the call, he’s out the door within seconds, painkillers and a packet of Liquid I.V. already tucked in one hand, his car keys in the other. If there’s one thing he’ll always be, it’s prepared, especially when it comes to you.
He’d been the one to encourage you when you first ummed and ahhed about whether or not to go out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you just didn’t like the idea of how you’d get back if you ended up too drunk.
“I’ll pick you up,” Nicholas had said. Even when you tried to push back, he assured you it’s what any good boyfriend would do, and you can attest to the fact that he is; good, devoted, and an absolute sweetheart.
It’s why, as he drives over to pick you up, he stops to grab your favorite takeaway along the way, something for you to dive into the moment you settle into the car, as well as a bottle of water to help sober you up while the food soaks up what remains of the alcohol in your stomach.
When he arrives at the location your Find My guided him to, he spots you sitting on the curb, waiting. The second your eyes land on his familiar car, you perk up instantly, only to knock yourself slightly off balance as you try to push yourself to your feet.
In one quick motion, he climbs out of the car and rounds it to meet you. “Here, sweetheart.” Offering a hand, he helps you up, tucking you close to him and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before guiding you toward the car. On opening the passenger side door, a hand comes up to cradle the top of your head as you duck down to climb in, making sure you don’t bump it.
“Oh, baby, you didn’t have to,” you whine, already spotting the provisions he brought along on his way to collect you.
“Course I did,” he insists, dipping into the passenger side to pull the seatbelt over you and click it into place, while you’ve already reached for the bag of food, immediately diving into your fries.
“Make sure you drink that water too, and there’s a Liquid I.V. packet there for you.” He gestures toward the cup holder between the front seats before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Then he pulls back out of the car, walks around to the driver’s side, and climbs in, giving you one last glance, taking in how content you look in his passenger seat, before driving off.
『 just a random collection of thots about bad omens and the crew having a streamer!gf :) 』
- pairing(s): (in order) jolly x streamer!reader, nicholas x streamer!reader, noah x streamer!reader, nick x streamer!reader, davis x streamer!reader, bryan x streamer!reader
- content: some fluff and a lot of silliness (meaning everyone's getting clowned)
- warning: nick & davis' parts are suggestive at the ends
- wc: 200 to 376 words for each part
a/n; different formats because fuck you, thats why. freewill
(on a serious note, enjoy the silliness <3)
Jolly:
Of course he regularly joins you for your gaming streams– even if to just sit next to you and watch
Chat absolutely adores him
When you play competitive games, he's both ends of the extreme– a loud, obnoxious winner (who will rub his victory in your face) but also a very sore and pouty loser (which both you and chat make fun of him for)
Speaking of which– he loves playing mario kart with you (mainly because he's better at it than you, but he will never admit that's the reason)
He LOOVESSS joining for cozy games– whether its animal crossing or minecraft, having those cute little moments and gathering things in-game for you is a secret extra love language of his
However…
It is a whole different story when it comes to roblox
You first started playing the basic nostalgia games
Then chat suggests to play the horror games on there– they can't be bad, right?
Oh, wrong. So severely wrong
There are several clips of him screaming in hurried swedish– but he denies ever being scared (even if it is so obvious to everyone else)
Jolly is now adamant he will never play a chat suggested game– nor will he ever touch roblox– ever again
Jolly has lost all trust in chat
Nicholas:
You're playing Animal crossing, like usual– your favourite cozy game to wind down a chaotic week with– when the door suddenly burst open. You look down right as a cat is plopped onto your lap. Then you flinch as you feel a kiss on your cheek– you already know what chat is going to say, and that part of the stream hasn't even caught up to them yet. You sit nervously as you wait for the chat to go crazy about what they're about to see.
"y/n, who was that?" you read out from the chat, then pause. "Just the uh– cat… delivery… man…?"
Chat– after being amused by your not-so-nonchalant reply– go back to freaking out about who that actually was. Because of course– they already know.
The chat knew that you were aquaintances with Nicholas– you both had met and took pictures with each other at an event the year prior. At least that's what they thought they knew– in reality, you both knew each other and started dating long before that.
You finish off what you were doing in the game before standing your character in a corner, calling Nicholas back over to your office. He opens the door slightly and calls back to you gently through the crack.
You turn your chair to face him and smile. "Baby– you know I'm streaming, right?"
"Oh, I know." he shows a knowing grin.
"You little shit." you groan– but not angrily. You're used to his silly antics, so now you guess your chat should get used to them too.
"Well are you gonna join me, then?" you chuckle, patting the chair that was next to yours.
He gives a soft 'sure' before sitting beside you.
You spent the rest of– what was supposed to be a cozy gaming stream– answering questions with your boyfriend about how long you both were dating, how you actually met and other fun little questions the chat kept spamming.
Noah:
You were doing a baking stream– per request of chat– and concentrating hard. Really hard.
Bread can be a tricky thing to get right, so a lot of concentration was needed. It meant that you were often silent and zoned out the world around you– but chat didn't mind, they finally got their baking stream that they'd been begging months for.
But through the concentration, you didn't here the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. You didn't even notice Noah was there until–
Slap.
You were suddenly pulled out of your concentration, confused, before looking up and seeing the shit-eating grin on your boyfriends face. It took a moment, but then you realised what he did.
"Excuse me, chat." you wipe the dough off your hands with a towel before going off-camera to Noah.
"Oh no, were you streaming?" he acts concerned for a second before smirking.
"Yes, I was." you reply, crossing your arms. "You prick. Really?"
"Yes, absolutely 'really'." he jokes. "Get back to your chat– they're missing you."
Oh shit. Chat.
You quickly turn back around and put your attention on the fast moving chat. It was hard to read them all at once, but you already knew what they'd be saying.
"Anways, guys…" you come back awkwardly smiling, wanting to pretend that what just happened did not happen. "The next step in the re-"
Slap.
This time, you stand straight up and looking at him now on the other side of you– shooting daggers at him with your eyes.
"Are you serious, Noah?" you cross your arms. "Again?"
"I'm sorry, baby." he replies, to which you immediately call bullshit. "You're right– I'm not sorry. Not one bit."
"My god." you sigh, turning to face the chat screen on your laptop. "They want you to join me."
"Can I?" he begs, but that meant having him wreak havoc in your nice new kitchen.
"Fine." you groan. "But piss me off and I'll put you in the bread."
For the rest of the stream, Noah absolutely did not listen and was a mess-making little shit– but chat loved him so much that they made you let him stay.
Nick:
Chat knows that you and nick are a couple and they're so incredibly fond of you both
Like the cutest couple on Twitch
Nick (alongside chat, since they heard him mention it) has been begging for weeks for you to do an IRL fishing stream with him
You don't agree straight away, but after the constant begging you do so just to shut them up
Of course, after you set up your stream where you were planning to fish, Nick takes over
He's educating everyone on how to catch fish, and how to tell the difference between any similar ones
He also teaches you which ones you can and cannot eat, because he knows that you'd just play 'shitty fish roulette' just for the hell of it
Nick also absolutely takes over the cooking– you may be good at cooking, but his skill on cooking the perfect fish fillet is unmatched
Chat spam throughout the stream with their thoughts on you both, different fish dishes and about whether or not Weapons was actually a good film (they get easily distracted)
The stream ends nearly perfectly– Nick nearly sets his jacket on fire, which chat will never let him live down
Nick (again):
Chat spammed for weeks on end asking you to let Nick teach you how to drum
Though, the only instrument you've touched since third grade was the humble 'recorder'
And, per chat's words when they watched the two of you play Just Dance "you have absolutely no rhythm. ur cooked bro"
And when Kooter found out Nick was teaching you how to drum? He told him good luck– he did not have faith in you. Though, to be fair, neither did Nick
As soon as you sat on the drum stool and held the drumsticks, you were already told that you were doing something wrong
That's when you realise your worst fear– this may not be so fun
"For the love of god, can you stop hitting the wrong cymbal. Please."
However, it did make you giggle whenever he got annoyed
Commence 'Operation: Ragebait'
Whenever he told you to hit one part of the kit, you'd hit something on the complete other side
And when you broke the facade by laughing when he got especially annoyed, he decided enough, enough now
He sat on a stool he set directly behind you, and held your hands with his own
He wasn't letting you mess up this time
…or so he thought
He didn't have control of your legs, of course– something he failed to consider
And when you realised this, you resumed your original mission– ragebait him as much as you can
When he realised again what you were doing, he made you stand up
"If you aren't gonna do it properly, you're sitting on my lap."
And before you– or chat– could react to that very direct statement, he took your place on the stool and pulled you onto him
Chat was going insane watching the two of you– let's just say, those clips were everywhere
Now that he could finally actually teach you to play, you were doing good
He let go of your hands and watched over your shoulder as you (terribly) played a part of 'Nowhere to go'
At the end of the stream, Kooter called to say that you didn't do too bad (he was lying)
And let's just say… after the stream ended, you weren't sore because of all the drumming
;)
Davis:
If there was anything chat wanted after finding out you and Davis were together, it was an art stream
You were terrible at art– you knew it, Davis knew it, and chat certainly did too
The idea for the stream was that chat would give you certain prompts to create art of– you both would have ten minutes, and could only use certain supplies that you picked out for each other
Davis actually wanted you to do good– you, on the other hand, wanted to sabotage him in every way possible
And chat made sure you won. Every single time
Your collective goal of ragebaiting Davis? It was very successful
Eventually, you both got distracted by the new brush pens that he bought
You had no tattoos yet, so naturally he wanted to draw all over you
Chat was giving him ideas of what he could draw on you, most of which were from the flash sheets that he posts on instagram
By the end, you were covered in various pokemon, horror characters or anime characters
And Taco Bell items… because why not?
He was so proud of his creations that he posted multiple pictures on his instagram story
And don't worry, he helped you clean them off after smudging them ;)
Bryan:
You needed some new photos for your streamer page and socials, so naturally you call your boyfriend for help
And who better to bring along with you than your Twitch chat?
You gave chat one request before the stream– pick out a few themes and make some moodboards for the pictures they wanted you to take
And boy did they deliver… although some were certainly interesting
From a cute and simple y2k inspired shoot to a spooky but sexy clown outfit with a creepy background, they suggested everything
You and Bryan went through the replies and picked a few before getting what you needed for the stream
After setting up the stream, you briefed your chat on what you were going to do– the outfits, the makeup and the backdrops & props that were to be used
You picked two different ideas; 'princess cottagecore' and 'office siren'– both wildly different, but able to show different sides of your personality
You had a few outfit options for each concept, asking chat to pick one or two for a variety in your photos
And with the makeup, they helped you decide what to do for each step, helping you look your best
While you were getting ready, Bryan set up the back drop and a few props that went with the outfits
With each of the concepts, once everything was set up, Bryan spent an hour taking photos of you
By the end, you had many photos that you were able to use for your socials, which chat had the privilege of choosing between once they were done
a/n; something a little different from my usual stuff! this was honestly so much fun to write. i had the idea for a few of these for a while before knowing what i could do for everyone else. i hope yall like this :>
also, nick's second part wasn't supposed to turn out like that originally, but of course my hyperfocused writing brain had many other (filthy) ideas
summary: your boyfriend nick takes notice to how exhausted you’ve been, and he decides to take care of you by making a candlit dinner.
word count: 972
cw: none. just sweet fluff <3
author’s note: @deathblacksmoke wanted some nick fluff and my brain went straight to this soft thoughtful boy!! i hope you all enjoy hehe. ty @foliosriot for editing and for the header <3
it had been a rough few weeks, between work stressing you out, bills, and just the normal mundane shit that comes along with being an adult. to be quite honest, you were pretty burnt out.
your boyfriend nick had already taken notice to that though.
you stepped into your shared apartment, and swiftly kicked off your shoes. the feeling alone is enough for you to let out a sigh of relief. as you step further inside, the intermingling scents of italian food invades your nostrils.
as your interest peaks, the aroma of tomato sauce and garlic only get stronger as you pad your feet over to the kitchen. once there, you’re met with a fully content nick, cooking and swaying along to the sound of deftones in the background.
you take note of how his hair is up in a messy bun, and he’s wearing his “cat dad” apron that you bought him for christmas. you can’t help the warmth that spreads across your cheeks as you get lost in thinking about how adorable he is.
after standing there for a minute, you realized there were various ingredients spread along the countertops, and it doesn’t take you long to realize he was cooking your favorite dinner, rigatoni bolognese.
he interrupts your internal dialogue by bringing a spoonful of sauce to his mouth and humming in satisfaction. “yummy, just how you like it,” he blurts out as he turns to you.
a smile stretches your lips as you steps towards him. “here, have a taste,” he says before shoving a spoonful into your mouth.
suddenly you’re hit with a burst of delicious flavors. “i don’t know how but you’ve managed to master my favorite sauce, chef nicholas” you say jokingly as you wrap your arms around him.
“is that so?” he hums while leaning into the hug and planting a kiss to your head. “i’m glad you like it.”
“what made you decide to do this?” you question while resting your head on chest.
“well,” he pauses while holding you, his head resting on top of yours as he sways slowly along to the music. “i can tell you’ve been a little tired, and i just wanted to do something for you,” he murmurs before squeezing you one more time. “ya know, something that would make you happy.”
another smile plants itself across your face as you look up at him and whisper, “thank you.”
his lips find there way to yours, when he mumbles, “go get changed, baby.”
you finally let go, and he walks back towards the stove.
as soon as you’re about to step foot into your bedroom, you hear him call out, “i left something on the bed for you!”
your eyes glance over and you notice a nice assortment of things sitting on top of your comforter—new spooky pajamas, slippers, and a few of your favorite chocolates. you know he’s always been thoughtful, but you weren’t expecting this. he really wanted to help you feel better.
after putting on your comfy jammies, you make your way to the little dining area across from the kitchen. your apartment was never that fancy, but you can tell the effort that nick put in to changing that tonight. he had placed a white tablecloth, a few lit candles, and a small vase filled with yellow lilies on your old rustic table.
“do you like it?” he asks while beaming up at you.
“i.. i love it,” you mumble in amazement. you couldn’t believe someone would go through this much trouble just to put a smile across your face.
“good. i made your favorites, rigatoni with the special sauce, garlic bread, i even got your favorite juice,” he rambles as he places everything on the table. “i hope it’s enough, i just wanted to make this night special for you.”
you cut him off before he could continue. “it’s more than enough. i can’t believe you did all of this just for me.”
“i would only do this for you,” he says while grabbing your hand and pulling out your chair. “you deserve this.”
you sit down, and the two of you converse quietly, while taking your time to enjoy the delicious home cooked meal.
afterwards, nick starts the normal clean up. you both took care of things together so you went to join him.
he stops you just as you’re about to start dishes. “no no, i’ve got this. go wait for me on the couch, my love,” he murmurs, with a hand placed on your lower back.
normally you wouldn’t give in this easily, you always help clean up no matter what. but tonight, you knew he wanted you to take a break and you also knew that you needed one. you happily oblige and make your way to the living room.
your cozy couch was so inviting, that you found yourself almost asleep by the time nick walked in. you look up, and there he is, carrying an entire tray of ice cream and various toppings.
“want some?” he offers while making his way to you.
“baby… ice cream too? you didn’t have to do this,” you insist.
“shhhh, yes i did. c’mon it’s your favorite,” he says while handing it to you and then turning on a movie.
while enjoying the ice cream, you sigh in content. this is everything you needed, and exactly where you wanted to be— snuggled up next to him on the couch.
as you feel your body finally start to relax, he plants another kiss to your head and hums, “i love you.”
“i love you more,” you whisper. “thank you for this. i don’t know what i did to deserve you but i just.. i don’t want to be anywhere but here, safe in our own little corner of the world. together.”
dividers by enchanthings-a // title: scouts honor by ghost atlas
Please note all fics listed are RPF, and most of them are 18+ so do not interact if you are a minor.
I’ve seen some people making fic recs and wanted to make my own and wanted to share all of my favorites because they’re all truly stunning. I’m also obviously going to continue adding to them as more works are put out so this will be ongoing.
And just forewarning you, I read an unreasonable amount of smut so these recs are probably at least 70% smut related (fear not though, I put a warning key on each page so you can see what’s what).
i want to be with you everywhere ⭑nicholas ruffilo x f!reader⭑
word count: 1.6k
warnings: unprotected intercourse, swearing
note: birthday fic for the most beloved boy based on an anon ask i got a while ago. it's a day late and not as long as i wanted it to be but my brain is a little stubborn atm. i hope this is still okay <3
Keeping secrets from Nick is hard.
He’s got a way of figuring things out that never fails to impress you. But somehow you’ve managed to manoeuvre all of this past him. You’d enlisted the boys for help, Noah and Jolly had done their best to keep him occupied while you’d gathered all the components for your plan. Folio had been gracious enough to let you stash the main element at his place. He’ll come by in a couple of hours while Nick is distracted.
For now, you’re happy where you are, cuddled up in bed with him.
Nick is still wrapped around you, with his face burrowed into your side. Even if you’d want to, there’s no way you’d be able to get out of bed without waking him up. His arm is draped across your body, keeping you stuck to this very spot.
It’s almost ten when Nick finally stirs.
He shifts, likely trying to work whatever knot has settled into his shoulders out. As carefully as you can, you swipe the strands of hair that have fallen into his face away, revealing your still sleepy boy to you.
“Good morning, my love.” you say quietly, not wanting to disturb the comfortable silence in the room, “Happy birthday.”
You feel him smile, before he presses a kiss against your t-shirt covered ribs.
“Thank you.” He grumbles, evidently not quite ready to be awake yet.
With how you’re positioned, you can just about press your lips to the top of his head.
“You’ll be happy to hear that I haven’t made plans for us today. It’ll just be the two of us this year.”
Nick finally sits up then.
His hair is still messy from sleep, cheek pink from where he’d been resting against you. He’s never looked prettier to you.
Nick eyes you with that adorably suspicious glare of his.
He squints at you, as if he’s trying to peer directly into your brain. He’s able to keep up the facade for a few moments before he breaks into a smile.
Reluctantly, you sit up too.
“I love the boys, but I’ll be honest. I'm glad that it's just us today.”
There’s a faint trace of guilt in his words, and you’re not sure if it’s towards them or you. The band’s been busy recently, and Nick has already confessed that he sometimes feels as if he’s neglecting you a little when they're in the thick of it. But you also know how important the boys are to him.
“You’ll see the boys next week.” You reply softly, placing your hand on top of his thigh, “I want you all to myself today.”
Nick smiles back at you, before he leans in to kiss you.
“Got plans for us?” He asks, barely pulling away from you.
You hum as if in thought, “Big plans. Step one is you on top of me.”
His head tips forward as he laughs.
A moment later, you find yourself thrown on your back, with Nick hovering above you. His lips meet yours once again. It’s that tender kind of kiss, sweet and indulgent. Your hand wrap into the hair at the back of his neck, keeping him as close to you as you can. And just when he thinks himself safe and comfortable, you push back against him. Nick never expects you to disrupt your gentle little moments like this, so it’s easy to catch him off-guard, allowing you to throw him onto his back quite effortlessly. Nick lets out a little sound when his back his the mattress. It fades into a gasp when you seat yourself on top of him.
“Change of plans, actually.” you say with a smile, “Think it’s my turn to treat you, no?”
He blinks up at you for a moment, evidently trying to gather his thoughts again.
“Birthday boys need to be pampered.” you muse, as you let your hands wander across his chest.
Nick’s breath staggers the lower your hands travel on his body.
He gasps when you let the elastic of his boxer snap back against his tummy.
You direct his glance towards you with a firm hand on his chin. Once his focus is entirely where you want it, you reach for the hem of your own shirt. Watching his mouth drop open always is one of your favourite things about this. Nick has a way of making you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, even when you maybe don’t feel like it.
His hand come to meet your waist, gently squeezing the soft flesh they find there. His watchful eyes flit across your body, taking in the shape of you in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck, I’m lucky.” he mumbles more to himself than to you.
You move to push Nick’s shirt upwards, silently urging him to take it off. As soon as his skin is bared, you bring your lips to his chest. The soft little sounds that fall from him as you trail your lips down his chest and tummy only spur you on.
You don’t feel like drawing it out today. No, all you want to do this morning is shower your boy with all the love he deserves.
His finger tangle with yours when you sink down on him. Fighting the instinct to close your eyes is easy today. Nick keeps your glance, watching you as intently as you’re watching him. And no matter how intense the stretch of him inside of you feels, the last thing you want to do is take your eyes off him.
You settle into a slow grind against him, allowing barely an inch of distance between you. Nick carefully pulls you forwards, until you’re draped across his chest. The warmth of his body seeps into yours. It wraps around you like a comforting blanket.
You feel his hand coming to rest on the small of your back.
The contrast between the softness of his skin and rough callouses left behind by the strings of his bass never fails to make your head swim. There’s always an intensity to his touch, even when he’s just absentmindedly dragging his fingers across your skin.
Nick’s lips press against your shoulder, bringing you back to the present moment.
You lift yourself off him just enough for you to be able to look at him.
Nick looks so much more composed than you feel.
“Already so close, aren’t you?” he asks, almost sounding a little amused.
Your yes fades out into a moan, bringing a smile to Nick’s face.
His smile quickly fades when bear down against him.
His hold on your hand tightens, and you watch as he draws in a strained breath.
You set our mind to getting both of you towards your climaxes then.
It doesn’t take a lot for Nick to tip over the edge. Feeling him spill inside of you, pulls you down along with him. You ride out your high against him, until the feeling becomes too overwhelming.
Keeping Nick out of the kitchen while you get breakfast ready is another struggle.
He seems to understand that you have something planned relatively quickly, though, and declares that he’ll take a shower. While you get started on the stack of pancakes he always gets for breakfast on his birthday, you text Folio letting him know that he can come over whenever he’s ready.
You’re about halfway through your breakfast, when the doorbell rings.
Nick gives you a confused look.
“I thought we’d be alone?” he asks, leaning back to get a glimpse at the driveway.
You shrug, “I dunno. You wanna check?”
The look on his face becomes even more suspicious when the doorbell is followed by a firm knock on the door.
You follow him to the door, staying a couple of feet behind him.
You just catch Folio darting around the corner as Nick opens the door, and you have to force yourself to stay silent.
Nick seems to be quite confused by the porch being entirely deserted.
You wait with bated breath for him to notice the cardboard box at his feet. When he finally does, he somehow looks even more surprised.
He looks back towards you for a second, before he looks back at the box — and its loudly meowing contents.
“Where did this guy come from?” he asks, kneeling down in front of it.
You join him at the door, placing your hand on top of his shoulder.
“One of our neighbours had kittens, and they asked if we’d want one. It just so happened to line up with your birthday.” you explain.
“But how did he get here?”
As if on command, Folio pokes his head around the corner with the brightest smile plastered across his face.
“Happy birthday.” he grins, “I have stuff from my mom in the car. You know she doesn’t take no for an answer.”
Nick finally plucks the little kitten from the box.
“His name is Jasper.” you say, “Runt of the litter.”
The little ball of fluff in the cradle of his hands lets out a surprisingly loud meow, pulling everyone’s attention towards him.
By now, Folio has unloaded what you can only describe as enough food for a small army from the back of his car.
“I didn’t think a cat would be this easy to deal with.” Nick says, with that smile still plastered across his face, “I was almost tempted to keep him.”
Nick only stays long enough to help get everything inside.
As soon as the door falls shut behind him, Nick pulls you in for a kiss.
“Thank you for this, my love.” he whispers, “I think this might be one of the best birthday presents.”
You bring a hand of the side of his face, “Only means that I have to come up with something even more impressive next year.”
Pairing: fem! nicholas x female reader
cw: genderbent and cute cozy fluff; check your glucose levels! 💕💕
shout out to the lovely @cinetherat for allowing me the opportunity to draw inspiration from her fem nicky
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It wasn't normal for your heart to race before you walk into your favorite coffee shop. But today is anything but ordinary. Today you finally get to meet your online crush. It's been a few months since you first matched, so many late nights and miles apart. Today she's more than just a pretty face on a screen. The bell on the door chimes quick and flitting with your heartbeat. The sunlight clears the corners of your vision as you walk through the front door—your feet stop short of the long line before your brain can catch up.
It's her!
Your eyes are drawn first to a halo of raven colored waves. Nicky tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear exposing a dainty silver hoop. No picture or video would ever compare to her natural beauty. You can't help but stare in awe at her as the line slowly creeps closer to the counter.
Nicky reaches out to the barista, grabbing two ceramic mugs of coffee—her forest green knit cardigan bunches at her wrists exposing the delicate ink, swirls of black, gray, and red.
You avert your gaze the moment she thanks the barista, suddenly feeling too hot for a warm beverage. Staring straight ahead you inch a little closer to the giant man in front of you, hoping you can play it cool. Maybe she won't notice you. Hopefully your heart can calm the fuck down by the time you get to the counter. But she ordered two drinks... you'll have to order something right? That would be so awkward going to the table empty handed…
With unhurried grace, Nicky turns toward you causing the skirt of her leaf patterned dress to sway with her hips. You try to swallow down the nerves but it's no use with how dry your throat has suddenly become. It's like swallowing needles. Your mind races a thousand miles a minute: becoolbecoolbecool...
Wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans, you force a small smile Don't overdo it. You'll scare her away.
Nicky extends the mug to you, "Hey Y/N I got your favorite."
Her dazzling smile makes your brain buffer for just a millisecond. Move your goddamn hand right now! it practically screams once its recovered. Bless the brain script, you grab the drink and thank her.
Nicky leads you to the back of the coffee shop, to the last remaining booth. Nicky slides into the booth against the wall and you try your hardest not to stare at her plump breasts, but the neckline of the dress… and the way she leans over the table…. God I'm no better than a man!
She peers over to you and you quickly slide into the booth across from her. After setting down your purse, you grab the mug of coffee and take a sip.
"Cozy cardigan, right?" She smiles, bunching the sleeves of her cardigan up, exposing more of the ink on her arms.
The cinnamon hits the back of your throat first before being warmed by the sweetened coffee. It's comforting and sweet just as the name of the drink suggests.
"Yes, thank you," you smile back her.
Nicky takes a sip of her drink. Whip cream smudges her lip gloss and then she licks her lips. You feel your cheeks heat even more and you to look away. Your gaze remains fixed on your hands when you say, "I can't believe you have a show tonight in this small town."
"I may have had a say in it," Nicky's voice is playful. "So I could finally meet you."
You finally get the courage to look up and really see Nicky: the small curve of her full lips, the roundness of her pink cheeks, and then her ocean eyes you could drown in. The air shifts around you in the silence to something warm and inviting; comforting and familiar as if you two had known each other for 8 years not 8 months.
Confidence and excitement dance on your lips, "Let's get out of here! There's an open market just down the street."
Nicky savors the last swig of coffee which exposes the tattoo on her neck. Suddenly your mind drifts to nuzzling into the crook of her neck and peppering kisses all over her. You wonder what kinds of sounds you could pull from that pretty little mouth—
"Ready?"
Your cheeks heat to crimson. Caught red handed. Instantly you avert you eyes busying yourself with gathering your jacket and bag. When you slide out of the booth Nicky leans in, "I love watching your pretty eyes dilate." Your brain freezes along with your feet. You stand there stunned until your brain reboots. It's then you realize she's holding the door for you.
"Thank you," you muster walking passed her.
Nicky quickly takes her place beside you through the busy crowd forming on the street. It's the busiest the street ever has been, families with their kids braving the cool crisp Saturday for tasty snacks and knickknacks. Suddenly, you are shoved into Nicky as someone pushes by you. You open your mouth to complain but he gets swallowed up by the crowd.
"I'll keep you safe," Nicky smiles, tangling her slender fingers with yours. Her touch calms your nerves instantly as you continue through the busy street.
After a while of walking and chatting, something catches your eye. Without warning, you veer over to a table of hand made jewelry. A silver ring with a gemstone the same shade as Nicky's gorgeous eyes set your heart to flutter. You clutch the piece tightly in your hand savoring the smoothness of the metal that grounds you just like Nicky does. Excitement blooms in your chest. I can't wait to put it on! I hope she loves it too!
You turn slightly to the direction of the vendor to find Nicky in your path. She extends her hand to you, "Allow me."
You plop the ring into her hand and thank her. As she pays you occupy your racing mind by intensely examining the other pieces of jewelry if only to keep you from snatching the ring out of the bag.
With a small paper bag in hand Nicky suggests something to eat. The main street veers off to a lakeside park where you two settle down at a picnic table. While you open up the take out containers Nicky twists open the bottle of wine and pours each a glass. A little earlier you two shared samples of wine compromising this semi sweet white for both your tastes. The sun begins to set on the lake setting the water ablaze with reds and oranges.
"Shall we?" Nicky inquires as she grabs the bag from the middle of the table.
"Yes!" Your heart just about bursts with excitement.
The world slows around you as she pulls the ring from the bag. "May I?" She cocks a perfectly filled in brow in question. Nodding your agreement, she delicately slides the ring onto your index finger. The ring fits perfectly and the gemstone shimmers brightly in the setting sun; captivating just like her.
"My turn?" Nicky hands you the bag. Pulling out a necklace, your breath hitches in your throat. Swirls of hues both light and dark settle into the jewel. The colors capture the intricacies of you irises that most people don't even notice.
"It's perfect!"
"Just like you," Nicky muses as she turns her back to you and then slides her hair over one shoulder. After fastening the necklace she turns back to you. The necklace rests gently near her heart.
On impulse, your fingertips graze the gemstone, cool and smooth. Goosebumps spread in the wake of your touch. A soft gasp falls from her lips. All of a sudden, your fingers slide up her tattooed neck to lift her chin. Desire clouds your mind as you lean in breathing the scent of her— your lips halt mere centimeters away, her hot breath enticing you closer. Your gaze flits upward to find eyes with pupils deliciously blown wide. For a heartbeat you wait—
Nicky answers your silent question by closing the distance with a gently chaste, barely there kiss that makes your head spin. Such a tease!
With a frustrated huff, your fingers grip her chin—making your intentions known. Sliding closer to her, your lips tease the corner of her curved mouth and then her cheek.
"I'm going to kiss you properly now," you boldly proclaim in a seductive whisper.
One final glance, her eyes a softly closed and head tilted slightly. A gesture full of love and trust it makes your tummy flip. Her glossy lips are warm and soft, the taste of strawberry lingers with the floral notes from the wine. Feeling brave, your other hand rests on her waist—her body heat warms the soft fabric of the dress. Another kiss. Fingers tangle with yours against your new ring. Nicky's lips part with a sigh like she's been waiting an eternity for this moment—maybe she has.
Your name tumbles in a soft waves that makes your heart rate skyrocket.
"Yes?" you ask between soft kisses.
"I think I love you," she whispers.
You part and press your forehead against hers, "I think I love you too."
masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 9.6k
summary: you decide to treat your boyfriend to an at home spa day before he leaves for tour again :)
warnings/themes: established relationship, sugary sweet fluff ???¿ who am i??¿, briefly sad??, light sub/dom dynamics, soft dom nick, sub reader, massage, praise kink?, pet names sorry not sorry, bathtub sex, use of a shower head, v fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay, pnv (unprotected), riding, semi-realistic? aftercare, caregiver nick, MUSHY SORRY, again nick has a big fat one, don’t think too hard about the logistics ok, 18+ MDNI
a/n; this originally began as a nice short fluffy piece but... alas, the sad and horny demons took hostage 😅 it's just who i am okay 😭 only sad for a bit though! kinda
a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
You stamped a knee at each side of Nick’s sides, settling yourself in his lap. His hands instinctively found your hips to have something to anchor to.
“Alright babe you gotta cooperate with me, okay?” You giggled, taking his cheeks in your hands.
He blinked up at you with his aqua eyes gleaming, so enamored with you to even care what you were doing in his lap, simply happy that you were there.
You began brushing hair out of his face and gathering it into a low, untethered bun to expose the entirety of his features. He was beautiful, nothing new to you of course, but at times like then, you couldn’t help but be awe-struck of him. He was yours and you were his.
You reached over to the table beside you to pick up some toner and soaking a cotton round with the liquid. You took it to his face, starting at his cheekbones. He hissed at the coldness of it against his warm skin.
“This smells so… chemically, are you sure it’s safe?” He asked as a half-joke and with a slightly nervous chuckle.
“Very sure my love.” A reassuring grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You think I would put harmful chemicals on your pretty face?” You swiped the cotton round down his nose and used it to boop the tip.
A barely visible peach coated his cheeks, if you hadn’t been so close to him, you would’ve missed it.
“I don’t know, maybe you wanna scorch my face off so the fans stop liking me.” A playful smirk draped over lips.
You rolled your eyes and squeezed his cheeks between your fingers, tilting his face upwards to meet your gaze. “Oh honey,” You cooed playfully. “The fans would simp over you even if your nose fell off.”
A true laugh rumbled through his chest and tumbled out of his lips. “Yeah, whatever.” He brushed off the statement as if you just told him the sky was green. “What’s next?” He inquired genuinely, letting his eyes drop back to your arsenal on the table.
“Hmm…” You peered over behind you and tapped your fingertips on your chin. “Oh! Yes, I forgot I got this for you!”
Your fingers plucked a small yellow glass vile. You twisted the lid and squeezed the rubber part between two fingers then released it to let the pipette fill completely.
“Let me know if this smell reminds you of anything.” You slowly and carefully slid the tip of the glass pipette across his cheek, disposing serum along the way.
His nostrils flared and restricted in short consecutive spurts trying to let the aroma fill his nose entirely. His brows knitted for just a second as he processed the smell before his eyes grew sparkly and excited. “Banana?” He asked with hesitancy still lining his words, regardless of the indistinguishable scent.
You giggled and love filled your entire chest at his adorable reaction. “I knew you’d love it.” You sighed happily and utterly love drunk.
“Hm, I love you.” He countered, admiring the pointed, concentrated face you wore as you focused on rubbing in the product. “That stuff’s made from bananas?”
“I love you too baby.” You smiled and leaned down to gently grab his face again, this time to bring your lips to his. A smile curled onto his lips against yours, sweetening the kiss. You couldn’t help but mirror the grin and savor the adoration. “Hm, I think banana enzymes or something? I don’t really know.”
You straightened back up in his lap again, using your curled index finger to tilt his chin up and swivel his face from one side to the other analyzing his skin.
“Admiring your work?” He laughed, feeling a little silly and a little insecure from being studied so closely.
“Just trying to see if you have any spots that need a little extra attention.” You hummed. “But surprise, surprise the man that only uses face wash has perfect skin.”
His chest puffed out a little involuntarily, as if you just invigorated him with newfound confidence after being so foolishly insecure. “Well, would you look at that.” He smirked.
“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off jokingly before reaching to pick up a thin packet from the table. “Still gonna make you do a face mask though.”
He groaned, “No, no not the clay stuff again.” He winced at the memory of the chalky mud you had once put on him that somehow ended up all over his hair…and eyebrows, and ears, and fingernails, and ʘ necklace, and his favorite Paul Rudd Fanclub shirt.
The Great Face Mask Incident of 2023™️
You couldn’t help but laugh at the same memory. “No, no. I would never put you through that again.”
Nick let out a relieved sigh as if he had just gone through some war flashbacks. “Thank god.”
“No, I think you’ll quite like this one.” You pressed your lips together to not give away just excited you were to show him the mask you had in store for him.
You carefully pulled the folded sheet mask from the packet, letting any excess drip back into the pouch before setting it to the side. You then began delicately unfolding the thin fabric of the mask. Nick’s brows knitted together, and his head cocked to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he tried to gather what sort of potential torture device you were preparing for him. Finally, you unveiled the round sheet with the likeness of a cartoon tuxedo cat.
His silver eyes lit up the second he realized. “It’s Jerry!” It melted your heart at just how wide his smile got, all toothy and reaching his eyes.
You giggled and nodded, “It sure looks a lot like him, doesn’t it?”
Once you were able to keep him from wiggling around, you put the mask on, tugging it here and there to get it taut and symmetrical.
“There, now you look just like your son!” You chuckled behind your hand, looking at how adorably ridiculous your boyfriend looked.
He smirked as much as could beneath the mask, “Yeah where do you think he got his good looks from?”
You rolled your eyes and gently smacked his arm but there was no malice behind either action, “At least Jerry has humility.”
He gazed up at you with a small, sweet smile painted on his lips and love coating the soft curves of his features. “Yeah, that he got from you.” He said casually, like it rolled off his tongue without even thinking twice about it.
Your heart swelled so big in your chest that it was threatening to breach your ribcage. Nicholas had Jerry long before you entered the picture but since getting together a little over a year ago, Jerry had become your biggest fan. Since day 1 he followed you around everywhere and if you were resting on any surface, he was there to claim you as his temporary bed. In your time together Nick had never once even joked about you being Jerry’s other fur-parent. It was a small frivolous thing, but you knew the weight it held. You didn’t know if he had just said it without realizing or if he truly meant it, but in your heart, you were choosing to believe the latter. Either way you opted out of making a big deal about it.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” You gasped at your own brain urgently reminding you of a crucial step. You nearly leapt off him and bolted to the kitchen. Within seconds the project at hand was executed and ready for placement.
You scurried back over to him, this time standing behind his seat on the couch. “Alright, close your eyes and tilt your head back.”
“You got it boss.” He teased and did as you asked. It made you wonder just how much he’d cooperate with taking other orders – but that was a daydream for a much different day. “Cucumbers?”
“Somethin’ like that.” You held back a giggle and placed two banana slices over each closed eyelid. “Okay, all done!”
His nose scrunched up towards the objects on his eyes, “Bananas?!”
You finally let out the laugh you’d been holding back and placed a kiss atop his head. “Now you got all your favorite stuff, cats and bananas!” You circled around his seat and climbed into his lap again.
“And you.” He smiled softly while his callused hands instinctively found your hips again.
Your cheeks heated up and your stomach filled with butterflies. No matter how silly he looked, he could always get you to melt in his hands. “Oh, shut up.”
“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” He asked.
Your grin faltered a bit at his question, and you paused to think about your answer. You let your hand fall gently just below his neck, sliding down slowly while your fingers softly laced beneath the silver chain of his necklace. You let the thorny pendant rest on your fingers as you admired it. As much as you hated the calm before the storm and selfishly despised the reason for it, you knew it’s what you signed up for and what brought him the most joy. Your thumb ran over the thorny crown, grateful for the amount of time you’d been able to spend with him during this break. This was maybe your 3rd or 4th run at him leaving for tour and while you could tell that it was getting easier, it was extremely slow progress. It seemed as though each time felt like the first time all over again. Your eyes fluttered closed in a feeble attempt to tame the burning in your eyes and the tears threatening to appear. You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat knowing that letting him see you like that would not only ruin the moment but make him feel guiltier than he already did, which was exactly the opposite of what the activity meant to accomplish.
“Baby?” He pressed after you’d gone silent for a bit.
You cleared your throat and blinked the tears away, forcing a smile onto your face so that it could be heard in your words. “Sorry love,” You wrapped your hand around the pendant just hard enough that the thorns stabbed into your palm, perhaps hoping that the pain could force the ache away, or maybe in hopes that if you stamped yourself hard enough with him, he could always stay with you. “Just got distracted. What did you ask?”
“I asked why we’re doing this? I feel really silly right now.” He laughed, though a little less bright than before. You hoped that he hadn’t picked up on your energy shift.
“Oh, um,” You looked down and released the hold on his necklace, letting your palms rest on his chest. “Just wanted to pamper you a little, before you have to go work so hard.” You tried your best to keep your voice light, but the sadness in your voice was unmistakable, at least to Nicholas.
His smile fell into a small frown, and it made you wish you had just lied, but you were never much of a good liar, especially not to him. He reached up pulling the banana slices off his eyes and placing them on a paper towel on the table. Somehow, he looked even goofier with the bananas off his eyes.
You suddenly felt flushed under his gaze – regardless of the cat mask still adorning his face. It was unclear whether it was the normal affect he had on you that was making you blush, or rather the vulnerability he’d caught you in.
“Baby,” He let out a sad sigh, “Is that what this is about?” His hands moved up to envelope your hips again, rubbing small comforting circles into the flesh beneath your shirt.
You shook your head vehemently, “No, no, I’m just tryin’ to spoil you honey, you deserve it.” You tried for a smile but couldn’t quite reach.
It was clear in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. “Oh, let me get this cursed thing off of me.” He said, his hands already going to peel up the edges of the sheet mask but failing miserably.
A grin did pull at your lips watching him struggle and decided to take over. “Here, let me do it.” You laughed, gently swatting his hands away and pulling it off yourself and setting it on the table next to the forgotten bananas. “For someone who’s so good with his fingers, that sure was hard for you, huh?” You teased, attempting to deflect from the seriousness you’d just caused. All you wanted to do was go back to the soft, happy bubble you’d created before.
His inked hand trailed up your body to cup your cheek. “I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that right?”
You rolled your eyes trying your best to hold up your strong exterior, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we don’t have to do this. We don’t have to talk about it, okay?” It took every bit of energy you had to yank each edge of your lips into a smile.
“Hey, don’t do that.” He frowned. “Maybe I wanna talk about it?”
“But you dooon’t though.” You whined, pressing on his chest slightly. “We were having a good time and I ruined it.” You whispered. Your eyes fluttered down to where your hands met his abdomen, faintly crinkling his faded Slipknot shirt between your fingers.
“Hey.” His hand found your chin and tilted it back up to face him once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He reassured the obvious.
“I know.” You mumbled and found your eyes dropping once again, not bearing the strength to look at him for too long. “I know what I signed up for. I know that it’s part of loving you.” Your hand rediscovered his necklace, flipping it between your fingers for comfort.
“Just because it’s part of the deal, doesn’t mean it’s not hard, y/n.” His voice was more firm that time, trying to cement the severity of his words.
“I know.” You groaned, frustrated that he wouldn’t just drop it.
He sighed, “I’m just saying it’s okay to be upset about it. And it’s okay to talk to me about it.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, enticing you to look at him. “We’re a team, remember?”
You released a long exhale finally relaxing a bit under his touch. “I know, Nicky, I know. I just didn’t want you to feel guilty and,” Your hand went up to wrap around his wrist and your eyes darted somewhere far away from him. “I didn’t want you to think that I can’t handle it.” Before he could respond your fingers gripped his wrist harder and the burning in your eyes returned. “I can handle it, I can.”
The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by the male and all he wanted to do was scoop you up in his arms, but he knew better than to smother you when you were that emotional. “I know you can baby.” He said gently, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that was on the verge of escape. “I never questioned that. And if I ever do, then we’ll work through it,” He gently tapped the side of his thumb on your cheek to bring your attention back to him. “Together. Okay?”
You nodded against his palm, nuzzling into his touch. “Together.”
“That’s my girl.” He smiled and pulled you down into a sweet kiss.
You pressed your forehead against his gazing into his eyes, tonight they were particularly grey. “You’re too good to me.” You said so quietly that if he wasn’t nose-to-nose to you, he wouldn’t have heard it.
He shook his head as much as he could without disturbing the moment, “No, I’m not good enough.”
“That’s not tr-“ You began but were quickly interrupted by his lips on yours again.
“Ah, ah.” He hummed once he pulled away, “I won’t be taking any back talk.”
Your cheeks burned bright cherry red that time, no amount of makeup could conceal it. Even though his words were light, you knew he wasn’t joking. Nicholas was an expert at imbedding dominance in featherlight touches and sweet nothings.
“Yes sir.” You replied instinctively.
The energy spiraled between you two had shifted from silly to emotional, to something entirely different now. His hands trailed up your sides beneath your shirt to rest both on your lower back.
“C’mon, you took such good care of me, now it’s your turn.” Without giving you any warning he scooped you up. You squeaked at the sudden action but instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
“Where are you taking meeee.”
“Well, we’re having a spa day, aren’t we? What’s a spa day without a bubble bath?”
You melted into him, loving the idea of a warm bath accompanied by him.
Nick began drawing the bath making sure to add all your favorite additives as you stood patiently waiting instruction. Once he was satisfied with the way the tub was filling, he sat on the edge and beckoned you over. “Come here angel.”
Your cheeks flushed with warmth at the name, taking a couple steps to stand between his legs. He began tenderly undressing you until you were completely bare in front of him.
He wasn’t shy with the way his eyes wandered down your body. “God you’re beautiful.” His words riding an infatuated exhale.
The strawberry pink already present on your cheeks only worsened. “Shush.” You wave off his compliment and used your arm to cover your chest.
He stood and took your chin between his index and thumb tilting your gaze up at him. “I won’t ever stop reminding you of how stunning you are.”
You shook your head out of his grasp. “Shut up Nicholas.” You said shyly.
He took your cheek in his grasp instead this time, getting more control of you. “What’s wrong baby? Am I getting you all flustered?”
You were sure your face was beet red now. “C’mon Nicky, stop messin’ around, the bath is getting cold.”
A satisfied smirk tugged one edge of his lips, finding amusement and pride in your blatant embarrassment. “As you wish princess.” He began to undress himself until he was matching your nude attire.
Your eyes did the same as his did earlier and raked down his body, lean and inked on almost every bit of him. You’d been with him for over a year and you still managed to find new tattoos on him that you’d never seen before. His body was a spectacular and endlessly interesting museum only you had the key to.
He didn’t wait for you and stepped over the porcelain into the large oval tub, letting his body sink down into the steaming water. Almost instantly your exquisite museum was engulfed in mountains of bubbles. “Well, you comin’? You were the one complaining about water ‘getting cold’.” He teased.
You rolled your eyes and cautiously dipped your toe into the water. You hissed and recoiled at the scalding temperature. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Nicholas chuckled at your reaction, “Still think it’s getting cold?”
“Shut up.” You mutter.
“Just take it slow baby, let your body get acclimated to the water.” He sounded patient but his eyes didn’t match – the longer you were under his gaze, the more you felt like an animal of prey being stalked.
After a bit of time getting your lower body get used to the water you were finally able to sink down between his legs and rest your back against his chest. A small sigh of relief left your lips at the feeling of soothing comfort with him. No matter the problem or hindrance, Nick always made everything okay. He made you feel safe and taken care of in a way you’d never felt before. Getting that feeling from a rockstar who’s constantly touring wasn’t something you ever imagined possible, but somehow, it was with him. It took a while for him to earn your trust, especially at the very beginning, the first time he toured just a month or two after making things official. But he made sure to prove his faithfulness in a multitude of ways – from sharing his location to sending pictures and videos frequently to even sending you flowers or other small gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. Life with Nicholas wasn’t perfect, but it was a dream.
His fingers first found your shoulders, digging his thumbs into the wound-up tense muscles at the base of your neck.
“Mmm.” You hummed at the sensation and leaned further back against him. “That feels so good baby.”
“Yeah?” He asked, kissing the side of your head.
“Mhm.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank a little further into the water.
He spent some time working through the knots in your neck and shoulders. Wherever he pressed his fingertips felt like he was releasing a world of tension.
“That’s it, just relax.” His hands drifted down past your shoulders and onto your sides, using his thumb to rub circles into the muscles of your back - as best he could in your position anyway.
As his hands trailed lower you felt a flutter fill your tummy and settle in your core. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until his hands found and gripped your hips hard. “Stay still.” He ordered quietly just below your ear.
A shiver ran through you at his gravelly voice stealing the air in your throat. You did as he said, as much as you could, and hoped it’d be good enough for him. His fingertips lowered, beginning to run up and down the curves of your hip bones. The close proximity of his fingers to your core was starting to make you dizzy. You sucked in a harsh breath when his hands traveled further down to massage your thighs. His fingers were diligent and determined with their placement and tempo, using his thumb to rub tight circles into the flesh of your upper inner thigh. There’s no way he couldn’t feel you nearly vibrating under his touch, and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing his hand to put him where you needed him the most.
You felt his lips curl into a sinister smile against your neck. “What’s wrong princess?” He asked condescendingly. “Am I not helping you relax?”
“No, no. You are.” You almost stutter out, trying to sound as confident as possible.
“Hm.” He hummed, gliding his fingers up the inner side of your thigh. “I wonder… what you do when you get all wound up like this when I’m away?” There was an edge to his question that erased any indication of genuine curiosity.
Your eyes widened at the question and your mind went fuzzy blank. “Well…I…um.” Was all you could get out, pathetically.
“Oh, c’mon baby.” He lowered himself to just below your ear. “Use your words for me. Tell me what you do.”
Your heart felt like it was colliding against your ribcage incessantly while simultaneously pooling your rampant pulse in your clit. “I-I,” You took a breath in a feeble attempt to steady your breathing. “I touch myself.” You blurted out, knowing it was both the truth and what he wanted to hear.
You didn’t need to look at him to know how wide and proud his smirk was.
“Good girl.” He hummed. “Why don’t you show me where you do that?”
Your eyes widened once again, this time swallowing all the saliva available in your mouth. Hesitantly, you reached out beneath the water and took hold of his wrist, bringing it between your legs. “Here.”
He used his hand to slowly cover and cup your core before carefully running his fingers through you. You wanted to whine at the small sensation but knew how pathetic you’d sound. “Thank you for showing me baby.” He acknowledged your obedience. “But I want you to show me exactly what you do.”
You’d show him anything at that point to keep his fingers on you, so you nodded and covered his hand with your own. You guided him to your clit that was buzzing and begging for his attention. Your middle and ring fingers pressed into his and prompted them to start moving in circular motions.
“Mmm.” He pressed a kiss to your neck before nipping at the skin like a predator taste-tasting his meal. “That feels good doesn’t it?”
Your head lulled itself on his shoulder, already getting lost in the pleasure blooming at his fingertips. “Mhm.” You mumbled with drooping eyelids.
He took control of the movements almost instantly, starting a display of one of his many talents. He let you savor his actions for a bit, knowing that the further gone you were, the more pliable you’d be in his hands. “Is this all you do baby? Or is there somewhere else you touch?” He asked already knowing the answer, just wanting you to say it.
His plan worked, as it always did, and you were nothing but an obedient ragdoll for him now. Every cell in your body wanted to bend to him – he had magic in his touch, you were completely certain of it.
Without any verbal response you just guided his working hand down to your entrance. That’s all the convincing he needed and carefully slipped two fingers into you. He let out a small, low groan the feeling of how tight you were around his fingers. You could feel his already hardening cock throb against your lower back. The sensation of his member against your skin while he was using his fingers to fuck you was bittersweet because now all you wanted was his cock filling you up instead.
“God you’re so fucking tight.” He nearly growled against your throat. “I’m gonna miss burying myself in your pretty cunt.”
You felt like you could disintegrate into thin air from how good you felt – yeah, his fingers working magic was one thing, but his words melted you completely. Being complimented and wanted, no – needed – by him was a high that no orgasm could ever touch.
“I need your cock, Nicky please.” You whined without caring how desperate you sounded. “Please, I need you.”
“Oh bunny, you know better than to rush me.” He tsked before moving to do something you didn’t expect. He kept his one hand fucking his fingers in and out of you rhythmically while curling in ever so slightly but brought the other back down on your throbbing clit.
A gasp left your mouth as he effortlessly used both hands to fuck you in the most delicious way. You had already been close just from his fingers curling right into your sensitive spot but now with his fingers rolling against your nub you were seconds from oblivion.
“Fuck.” You spat out urgently. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close – s-so fucking close.” You whimpered out, squeezing your eyes closed trying to keep from coming undone before you were allowed. “Fuck baby, please let me cum. Please can I cum?”
All he did was hum an “mhm” against your neck before you were seeing stars. Tingles seared across your body and your walls pulsed around his fingers.
“That’s it, cum all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”
The praise only intensified the orgasm, causing your back to arch from him. Your face lulled into the crevice of his neck letting him vividly hear all the noises you were making for him. Nick loved your noises as much as you loved his words – he made a mental note to record you next time so he could have something on the road. He could get off on the sound of you alone.
He gently pulled his fingers from you and slowly tapered his action on your clit, but not completely. He retained an agonizingly slow pace on your now overly sensitive nub. He kept the pace slow enough so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for long until you started to feel good again.
You felt him reaching beside you for something but were too fucked out to pay attention. “Tell me baby, have you ever used this to help relax?” His voice was buttery smooth like blue suede.
Your brows furrowed above your closed eyelids, wondering what he was referencing. When you blinked your eyes open, they rounded to see him holding the detachable showerhead and was suddenly grateful for the extra-long cord you’d opted for. You shook your head and answered honestly. “No.” You’d always been curious but never actually tried.
Nicholas was an expert at knowing when you were lying so he believed you. “Here.” He tenderly scooped up your hand, cupping it in his own like a spoon. With a flick of his other thumb on the showerhead, a crazed stream of patterned water jutted from it. He brought it to the hand he was holding and let the stream hit your palm. “Is that too strong?” He questioned genuinely wanting to know your comfort level.
As much as the strength of the water inspired some more flurries in your core, you nodded shyly. “Too strong.” It was typical for your responses to become minimal once you entered any level of subspace. Having that amount of trust to even fall into that headspace was a luxury you only ever found with Nick. Trusting him was easier than you’d like to admit, it came as naturally as breathing air into your lungs.
“Okay.” His thumb spun the filter onto another setting. “How about this one?” He questioned even though he figured it would be a no since it was thin streams of water lining an empty tunnel.
That one made you giggle and shake your head since it obviously wouldn’t provide much pressure. Nick smiled at your adorable giggle, filling his chest with so much warmth and love, he had no idea what to do with it all. He pressed a kiss to your head before flipping to another setting.
A perfectly tempered stream danced in your palm – not too strong, not too weak, and the jet pattern was an enticing rhythm. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “Good.”
Nick’s free hand found your tummy, pressing it flat against your stomach and slid down painfully slow between your legs. Your breath caught in your throat at the anticipation of his touch. He tenderly spread your legs further apart before using his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring you open so that the jet stream of water could land precisely where it was needed.
“Now sweetheart,” He began. “You were so good for me. You did as I asked, you used your words, you asked for permission.” He lowered the shower head into the water, and you felt the jet stream hit your thigh. It was stronger than you expected and suddenly both fear and excitement pooled in your core. “I want you to know that this is a reward. This is what good girls get. Do you understand?”
Your cheeks grew warm, and your breath hitched in your throat at his words. Before you had time to properly prepare, the strong pressure of the stream pummeled into your sensitive nub. You let out a loud squeak as intense pleasure coarsed your body and down your limbs.
“Baby. I asked you a question. Do you understand that I’m allowing you to feel this good? That this is a privilege?”
Your hands gripped his thighs at each side of you and nodded your head enthusiastically, “Yes sir, I do.” You barely got your words out past your heavy breathing.
He smiled against your neck, “That’s my girl. My best girl. Now what do you say?”
Your heart flooded with lovey pride and your brain filled with nothing but him. He encompassed your very being, every cell of your composition belonged to him. “Thank you.” Your head fell back on his shoulder as he brought the shower head closer to your cunt, only intensifying the pressure. “Thank you, thank you.” You repeated like a prayer.
“God, I can’t wait to fill that pretty pussy up with my cock.” The end of his words resembled something like a growl.
His evident need for you went straight to your stomach, helping to weave a knot that was ready to snap. You were surprised you’d lasted this long since this was easily one of the best feeling you’d ever felt. Knowing that something as convenient as a shower head held so much power was dangerous, especially now that you associated it directly with him.
The jet propulsion on your clit was deliciously brutal, each wave hitting you harder than the last as your sensitivity increased. Your legs began to tremble from the sheer amount of pleasure building up in your body begging for release. “Nicky.” You heaved out while your fingers dug into his thighs. “I can’t hold it, please.” Your request drenched in utter desperation. “Please let me cum, I need to cum baby please.”
Nicholas hummed at the request, mulling it over in his head. If this were any other day, under any other circumstances, he’d string out your orgasm as far as he wanted, but it was a day of relaxation after all.
“Go ahead,” He whispered, bringing the shower head just a tiny bit closer to nudge you over the edge. “Cum for me, will you? And don’t fight it okay? I wanna hear you.”
And with that, another orgasm blinded you, this one ripping through you more violently than the last. Your entire body was in sparking, euphoric bliss. Curses, screams and moans poured from your throat, all laced with his name.
“Oh, that’s it princess, let it all out for me.”
And you did just that. He kept the stream on your bud through your high and somewhere between his grainy voice talking you through and your overstimulation, another wave of pleasure washed over you. Your throat grew sore from your incessant noises that now probably sounded like gibberish sprinkled with his name.
He slowly drew the metal shower head away from your core to carefully lull you from your high. You were nothing but a heaving, shakey, fucked out mess in his grasp.
“Good job baby.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “You did so good for me.”
A lazy smile spread across your lips and nodded slightly. His warmth was the only thing tethering you to reality.
He let you recover from your orgasms before moving on. His hands found your hips once more and pressed you against him. You felt his own arousal thick and hard against your lower back and it reminded you of the ache between your legs that only he could fill.
“You wanna turn around for me baby?”
While you felt like utter mush in his hands, his offer sparked the potential of having him inside you, and that was something you didn’t plan to pass up on. You nodded and shifted around in the water, letting the liquid slosh around tub even spilling out a bit unintentionally. “Oops.” You giggled.
“Hi angel.” He says softly with a crooked smile painted across his lips the second his eyes meet yours. Sure, he held the reigns in the bedroom and most other areas of your relationship, but it was no secret that you were the one with complete control over him. You made him weak in ways he never imagined being, he would give you anything you wanted if you just batted your lashes at him. He was putty in your hands, and he loved it.
He looked so beautiful, and you suddenly felt scammed knowing that you had your back to him looking like that the whole time. His raven hair had fallen from the makeshift bun from the couch and was now splayed over his shoulders, the ends now damp and pointy. You couldn’t wait one more second without his lips on yours, so you scooped up his face in both hands and met his lips with yours. You broke the kiss to press your forehead against his, wanting to engulf yourself fully in his stormy eyes. “I love you.” You whispered.
“I love you too.” He replied matching your whisper. His hands found your hips again, pulling you towards him – not out of desire to intensify the moment, but simply to have you closer. “God, I love you more than anything.”
Peachy pink dusted your cheeks and the smile that his words brought to your lips was embarrassingly wide. You shied away from him and shook your head, “You’re being silly.” Out of all the grand things in his life, you were sure that you were the least exciting or interesting part.
His hand trailed warm water up your arm to pick up your chin, “I’d never joke about that.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, cupping your cheek. “I’m so grateful for the patience you’ve given me, given us. You might be the best thing to ever stumble into my life.”
Every atom in your body begged to mesh with him. It only took one exchanged look between you two for your bodies to rearrange so you could sit on his lap. Your lips collided, followed by a messy display of clashing teeth and hungry tongues. Your passion was fueled only by the blind love you had for him and your desire to prove that his love for you was warranted. Your fingers tangled into the base of his dark hair, tugging at it slightly needing every bit of him entwined with your very molecules. He kept one hand on your hip while the other held tangled in your own wet hair.
As much as you wanted to keep telling him how much you loved him, you couldn’t bear to break away from him even for a second. If you couldn’t tell him, you’d show him.
You rutted your hips up his thighs until you felt the base of his member rest against your bare cunt. He let a groan out into the kiss at the feeling of you against him. One of your hands fell from his hair to his length, your fingers instinctually molded around the silky soft flesh. It never ceased to impress you at just how big he was and no matter how many times you’d had him it never eased the ache of taking him.
His sizeable cock was decorated with bulging veins from the blood that coursed through him. Even though your fingers had grown to be expertly familiar with his anatomy, you still loved exploring him, tracing each vein with your fingertips. This earned you another grunt from somewhere deep in his chest and you pridefully smiled against the kiss.
You finally gave him what you knew he wanted, wrapping a hand around this girth and began palming him slowly. His member had a delicious upward curve to it that helped to reach the deepest and most sensitive part of you. Your mouth was watering at just the feeling of him in your hand – in that moment you could’ve sworn that you would do absolutely anything to have it inside you. It was not a want, but a carnal need.
He finally had enough and pulled from the kiss, “Baby, please.” He breathed out against your lips, his love drunk eyes heavy with lust as he looked up at you. “I need your pussy.” His chest rose and fell in time with yours, needing you just as badly as you needed him.
You nodded quickly against him before lifting yourself up enough to hover over him. Regardless of how much you wanted it, you still had to mentally prepare yourself for the initial pain. Nick helped align himself with your entrance while keeping a supportive hand on your hip bone. You exhaled a deep breath.
Sensing your hesitation, he gave your hip a small squeeze, “You can take it baby, just go nice and slow. We have all the time in the world.” He reassured you, letting you set the pace.
You nodded and carefully began to sink down on him. A hiss escaped your mouth at the way his width stretched you open. Your hand fell to his shoulder for support as you struggled to pull yourself further down.
Nicholas’ eyes couldn’t soak you up enough, he was mesmerized at the sight of you. He wished he could burn it into his brain. “God, you look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”
His compliment only made you more determined to push past the pain and discomfort. When you felt your cervix land on his tip you knew that was as far as you could take him. While you couldn’t reach his base fully, you were still surprised and proud of yourself for being able to take so much of him in that position.
He let out a low groan at the feeling of your cunt tightly enveloping his cock. “You feel so fucking good.”
You expelled a breath then swirled your hips with him still deep inside you. The goal was to adjust to his size before riding him. The stretch burned but you knew it’d sweeten once you started moving.
The way he gazed up at you made you weak and your body gave into him, falling into the crook of his neck. You began placing open mouth kisses on his tattooed throat while your hips started swiveling on him. Light, airy moans tumbled from you lips and onto his neck. His hands gripped your hips tighter, letting out a grunt from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Fuck,” He groaned, letting his head fall back into the ledge of the tub. “I need you to move baby, I need more.”
You nodded quickly, needing it just as badly. Your hands slipped off him to stabilize yourself on the porcelain ledge. It gave you enough balance to raise your hips up almost fully, before dropping them where he filled you the fullest.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good.” He groaned out, his eyes droopy and drunken by only his love for you.
The praise helped motivate you to keep going even though the stretch burned. But you got to control the pace and the depth you could handle – although part of you wished he did have control so that he would forego any hindrances and use you up fully.
You gained momentum on him, bouncing up and down on his cock. Water splashed everywhere, over the ledge and all over the floor but that was the furthest thing on your mind. The room was filled with moans, grunts and cursed from both of you. You felt the knot beginning to form in your tummy as did he. But his surprises weren’t done yet.
He reached over to where he’d placed the shower head, easily flipping it on to the previous setting. Your eyes rounded as he began to lower it towards the water and you shook your head vigorously. “No, no, no.” You cried. “I won’t last, please, no.”
His other hand drifted down your spine with a feather light touch. “Well, that’s the point sweetheart.” He hummed. “Don’t you wanna cum again for me baby?” He questioned patronizingly. You knew that tone and you knew it meant it wouldn’t be as easy as he was eluding.
He continued his actions and aimed the powerful stream of water directly at your clit. A jolt of pure electricity zipped up your spine and down your thighs. Your entire body shuddered at the sudden and intense sensation. Your fingertips curled into his skin, surely branding claw marks into his flesh. “God, fuck.” You exclaimed loudly, barely able to move.
“Now, baby, remember that cumming is a privilege remember? I could very well leave you all worked up with your pretty pussy clenching around nothing if you misbehave.” He warned. “Do you understand?”
You nodded quickly, slipping your tongue between your lips. But that of course wasn’t enough for him.
His hand tightened on your hip and brought the shower head a bit closer to heighten the sensation. “I believe I asked you a question darling.” His voice deep and raspier than normal. “Do you understand? You know I need to hear it.”
“Yes,” You shuddered out. “Yes, sir. I understand.” You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, the air in your lungs completely vacant. Your heart thumped so hard against your ribcage you thought it might shatter and burst in front of him and splinter his own chest.
“Good girl.” He praised. “Now, I don’t remember telling you that you could stop moving.”
You whined in near agony, squeezing your eyes shut and slowly beginning your movements again. “Fuck.” You lulled your head back, buzzing pleasure spreading through every bit of you.
“Faster.” He commanded. “Or I’m gonna make this very unpleasant for you.”
His sweetness was long gone and replaced by the Nick you had grown very familiar with. You’d never guess by his normal relaxed and reserved demeanor that he’d have this overwhelming dominance in bed, but you loved it. It was as though something in him would take over, like he’d try to fight it to stay sweet and romantic, but it rarely lost the fight. It was thrilling to watch his internal battle; you’d seen it so often that you had memorized the shift in his eyes and subtle change in his cadence.
You rarely chose to challenge his threats and today was no different, So, you began lifting and dropping your hips against his lap, taking in fully – or as much as you could anyway. His free hand slithered up your side to cup your breast, kneading the plump flesh in his grasp. His stare couldn’t seem to stay on any solid one part of you, darting from your tits bouncing as you moved, to your face contorting with the overwhelming pleasures you were experiencing, to down where you were connecting with him. He looked at you the way people look at monuments or ancient architecture. He didn’t care about a single other wonder in the world because he was convinced you were the only one in existence. You were an art museum to him, every single installation he could study for hours and never grow bored of your beauty and the delicate nature of your soul. He was utterly infatuated with and devoted to you.
It became difficult to continue riding him without getting sloppy from another orgasm building quickly in your stomach. Your clit was buzzing and threatening to tip you over the edge at any moment. The way he filled you up only made it worse – being full of him made the time without him even more empty. You’d never had someone fill you up so much, he made it hard to even clench around him. It was an incredible experience and one that would make having anyone else subpar. He had set the bar so high that it made it impossible for anyone else to measure up to him. If he ever decided he’d had enough of you, you’d spend the rest of your days seeking bits of him in anyone you ever let touch you. He’d certainly haunt you worse than phantom ever could.
Thankfully, from the way his cock throbbed and bounced inside you, told you that he was getting close too. Your heart thumped so hard in your throat that you questioned if you’d even be able to speak.
“I-I’m close.” You whimpered out. “Can I cum?”
He tsked at the request. “Now baby, I taught you better that. You’re forgetting my favorite word. Try again.”
Your palms dug into his chest at his rebuttal. “Fuck.” You closed your eyes attempting to stave off your orgasm. “Fuck, please.” You begged. “God, fuck, please, I need to cum. Please can I cum?”
“Hm.” He feigned a thought. “No, not yet. Hold it.”
You shook your head vigorously, “No, no, no, please I can’t. I won’t make it, I’m so close. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it.”
“You can and you will.” He said simply. “And if you don’t, you don’t wanna know how much you’ll regret it.”
His face was serious, but you could tell that the excitement was growing in his belly too. You swore that he thrived over your desperation, he loved seeing you squirm and bringing to the edge of your limits. It was sadistic the way he was fueled by your anguish. You don’t know if you’d ever admit it, but you enjoyed being commanded and used like a plaything. Being at his mercy was a thrill you loved chasing, especially knowing he’d always catch you.
You scrunched your eyes closed and bore down on your teeth holding on to the tattered thread left holding you on to your sanity. “Fuck.” You breathed out. It was almost painful how your sensitive nub throbbed beneath the powerful stream of water and how tight the knot in your tummy had grown. His tip assaulting your cervix intensified everything and overbearing pleasure was looming merely seconds way from shattering your resolve. “Fuck, fuck.” You whined. “Fuck, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad. Please I don’t want to disobey you but I’m so close, I need to cum, please – fuck, I can’t hold it, fuck fuck, please can I cum?” Your pathetic groveling was a pitiful display, but it was one that Nicholas could barely handle himself. He could get off from the hymns of your desperation alone.
“Fuck I love when you sound like that.” He groaned. “Fine baby, cum all over my fucking cock.” If he hadn’t been so close himself, he surely would’ve stretched out the torture.
As if you needed anymore help, he brought the shower head even closer. The heightened sensation instantly blinded you, causing your entire body shudder as sparking euphoria bloomed from your core. This orgasm was more powerful than the others due to the delayed pleasure and his length hitting your sensitive spot directly. The moans and curses that left your mouth were vulgar and smeared with the unholy devotion you had for him. Every cell in your body belonged to him just as he demanded it.
Your walls tightly clenching around him was his tipping point. “God, you look so fucking good with my cock so deep inside you.” He growled, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises behind. “Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum.”
You were too lost in your own bliss to really hear what he said until you felt his length twitch inside you followed by his warm seed filling your core. If you weren’t so overspent, the feeling alone could’ve sent you into another orgasm – but seeing as you were still working through your own, you weren’t that concerned about it.
As you both came floating down from your highs, he flipped off the shower head and set it to the side ledge. You had fallen on his chest while your heaving chests rose and fell in time with each other’s. His fingertips raked through the slightly damp hair of your scalp. You purred and smiled at the affection gesture.
He grinned at the reaction, “I love you.” His buttery words fell from his lips in a tone just above a whisper.
Nick would never admit it, but he was extremely talented at almost anything he ever picked up. If he gave it a good honest try, it wouldn’t take long for it to become second nature. He never imagined that there would be anything in the world that would come easier than a graphite pencil or tattoo gun or almost any instrument he picked up. He knew his tattoo gun and his favorite guitar like the back of his hand and while he’d never fully believe it, he already knew you that way too. As with everything else, just because he was a master-of-all didn’t mean there were never any bumps or challenges or hardships – pencils snap, tattoo guns malfunction, and sometimes strings don’t want to tune just how you want them - above all else, Nicholas knew that the most. He knew the best things in life were never easy, but that never stopped him before and it certainly wasn’t going to stop him now.
“I love you too.” You muttered sleepily into the crook of his neck.
The satisfaction of inking a particularly difficult design or mastering a challenging new riff could never compare to the feeling he got from hearing you say those words.
“C’mon, let’s get you dry and warm.” He gently patted your hip and you nodded, using every bit of strength in your body to sit yourself upright.
Nicholas was incredible in his element. It’s one thing to be able to take control sexually, but it’s a whole other thing to be able take gentle control outside of that – and he did, effortlessly. He carefully pulled you off him and got you standing on your feet. He only allowed the air conditioning to dance on your skin for a millisecond before he wrapped a big fluffy towel around you. You tugged the terrycloth fabric so tight against your skin that you were sure you’d have imprints of the threads embedding into your skin. When you lifted your leg over the porcelain, you felt the familiar ache between your thighs that always came from loving him. It wasn’t the worst you’d felt, since you had set the pace, but the water supplied no lubrication, and you were definitely feeling the repercussions.
Nick wrapped a towel around his waist and unplugged the bath drain. When he finally made his way back over to you. When you were both barefoot it really emphasized just how much he actually towered over you. The water droplets glistening across his tan, inked skin made him look like a work of art. Your eyes traced his collarbones and landed on the thorny pendent you were fidgeting with before.
“Oh yeah, before I forget.” You didn’t realize what he was doing until he pulled the necklace from neck and gently draped it over your head. It landed way longer on your chest but it didn’t matter. Your fingers found the pendent and immediately rubbed it for comfort.
“I can’t take this.” You claimed, but the smile that had already made home on your face said otherwise.
He smiled and took your jaw into one hand and placed his other hand over yours covering the necklace. “I’ll always be with you now. If you miss me or get anxious just squeeze it, and I’ll be right there with you. Okay?”
Tears burned your eyes, but you were determined to keep it together, the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him naked and shivering. You nodded quickly, “Thank you.” You whispered, hiding a sniffle.
“You’re welcome baby.” He said and placed a quick kiss to your forehead.
He gently grasped your shoulders giving them a little rub to warm you up before guiding you back into the bedroom. The edges of his lips dipped into a frown the second he noticed your limping.
“Oh baby, did I hurt you? I knew we should’ve gotten out of the bath-” He always began to panic ramble if he thought he might’ve hurt you or not taken care of you properly.
You giggled at his worrisome nature and placed a finger over his lips. “It’s okay, really.” You reassured and watched his anxiety disappear. “But it does hurt.” Your lips pulled together in a pout. “Fix it?”
A small smile pulled across his lips and he nodded knowing exactly what that meant.
The time after with Nicholas somehow always felt more intimate. He was driven to love you the best way he knew how, and you relished in the safety he wrapped you in. No matter how rough he got in bed, afterwards he always handled you like a freshly plucked gardenia. He was convinced that if he even grabbed you the wrong way you’d crumble. But he loved it, he was sure that if he was put on this earth to do one thing, it was to take care of you.
After applying some numbing cream where you ached the most and getting you into some fresh pajamas, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be. You were tucked right into Nick’s side, cozy under the covers, sharing a pint of pistachio ice cream while watching reruns of your favorite mutual comfort show.
You looked up at him when he laughed at something silly in the show and the glow from the tv illuminated his features beautifully through the darkness. In that moment, he gave you every bit of reassurance you needed to handle him being gone. You were his and he was yours, and as long as you loved him, he’s always come home to you if you let him.
He glanced down at you, catching you in your admiring stare. The edges of his lips pulled taut into a wide, toothy smile.
“Bob’s Burgers is over there you know.” He teased, tilting his head across the room.
You giggled and burrowed your face into his chest. “You’re much more entertaining.”
He chuckled in disbelief, “Am I?”
“Mhm.” You hummed, getting sleepy the second your head touched his chest.
He laughed softly and precariously plucking the empty pint of pistachio from your dozing grasp to put on the bedside table. He pulled you closer to him and tugged the fluffy duvet higher to cover you both.
Before you let sleep envelope you, you felt his fingers tenderly massaging your scalp. “I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Nicholas.” You hummed back lovingly, nuzzling into his chest.
