Lovers Quarrel
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Characters: Nick Fowler x woc!reader
Summary: It's just a little back and forth between lovers.
Word Count: 1.9k+
Warnings: It might read as dubcon but it's all consensual, NO SPOILERS, there's no plot really, general language warning, slapping, pussy slapping, name calling, Nick Fowler (he is a damn warning), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, gagging on fingers, choking, spitting/spit play, pain kink, biting, blood, jealousy, possessive language, rough sex, unprotected sex (make sure it's wrapped before the cheeks are tapped), scratching, leaving marks, Nick's filthy mouth, the reader's filthy mouth, Daddy kink (just the name used), petnames (sweetheart)
A/N: Smh here I go again. Blame @georgiapeach30513. I gave it a look over but I might have missed some errors and typos. My bad if I did. The divider is by @firefly-graphics
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“All that fucking complaining, and you’re soaking wet.” Nick’s growls against your mouth as you try to wiggle away from his insistent fingers. “Just admit it, you’re like a bitch in heat for me no matter how mad you are.” It’s mocking, and you hate the way the shame heats your face while arousal swirls between your thighs. It’s not fair how easily he can get to you, but you know it’s because he’s trained your body to react to him no matter how fiercely your temper is burning.
That doesn’t mean you won’t fight back.
You wrench yourself back, far enough so that you can lay a hard slap across Nick’s face. His head snaps to the side, and you take the moment to put distance between the two of you while you smooth out your dress. The whole while you keep a wary eye on Nick, you know him well enough that his lack of immediate reaction means he’s planning something. He’s never been the type to let something go, and when he takes a slow step around the bed you inch closer towards the door. “Don’t even think about it, Nick I swear to god I will fuck you up.” He grins at your threat and you give it a half second of thought before you decide to bolt for the door.
You barely get a hand on the doorknob before he’s on you, hauling you back against his chest and lifting you into the air while your stiletto clad feet kick out at nothing. “You’re gonna fuck me up, huh? I'd love to see you try, sweetheart.” He drops you down on the bed, yanking you back towards him by a tight grip on your ankle when you try to scramble away. You don’t get any warning before you feel him yanking your dress up over your hips and ripping away your panties. His large palm strikes down against your bare pussy, and he hums in appreciation at the way your body reacts.
“Ow! Nick what the fuck—AH!” He cuts you off with another hard slap to your cunt, chuckling at the way you jolt from the sting of it. The pain only makes you clench around nothing, pleasure mixing with pain, and causing you to bite back a moan.
“You hit me first sweetheart, I’m just returning the favor.” Another slap and you throw your head back with a curse as your hips squirm against the bed. You’re wet already, and this isn’t helping the slightest but you haven’t told him to stop yet. Nick knows that you know which words to say if you need him to stop or if you need a break, so he grabs you by the neck and drags your upper body up from the bed, and keeps going. The next slap drags a moan out of you. You can’t help it, the pleasure and the pain becomes too overwhelming far too quickly for you to resist giving into it even if you’re still pissed off at Nick.
Slap after slap land against your cunt until your folds are puffy, glistening, and you’re trembling with shaky breaths and moans spilling past your lips. It’s not enough for him though, and when he sinks two thick digits into your tight core you let out a loud cry. Your hips buck, writhing against the bed when he crooks them just right and finds that spongy patch of sensitive nerves inside you. “Fuck!” Your eyes screw shut when he begins pumping his curled fingers inside you, you’re so worked up and the squelch of your cunt is immediate and loud in your ears as Nick sends you careening towards an orgasm that knocks the breath out of you. Your thighs tremble, electric pleasure coursing through you so strong that you soak the sheets under you with your climax. He doesn’t stop at one, Nick is greedy and drags another two out of you to ruin the bedding with your juices. He has your head foggy, and your body pliant when he slowly drags his digits out of you.
Nick’s fingers are shiny, slick, and dripping with your squirt, and when he grabs you by the throat you know what he intends to do next and your mouth drops open on instinct alone. His fingers hover over your mouth letting your juices drip from them and land on your tongue as it presses past your lips. “Shiiit, look at you.” He says with a groan, roughly shoving his fingers into your mouth, pushing them back towards your throat until he has you gagging while his other hand squeezes around your neck. “You’re a fucking mess, sweetheart. All worked up because some woman smiled at me." He tsks at you like he's not loving every second of this. "You just had to cause a fucking scene and now look at you. Legs spread like a whore, and fuckin’ dripping.”
Just like that you snap out of your haze, jerking your head away to dislodge his fingers from your mouth so you can spit in his face. “Fuck you, Nick. That bitch did more than smile at you.” You seethe, remembering the way the woman had the nerve to touch your man in front of you while he allowed her to do so. He knew it would set you off, just like it would have set him off if the roles were to be reversed.
Nick chuckles, releasing you to wipe your spit from his cheek. “Cute. Real cute, now,” His hand flashes out to grip your jaw tight enough to pry it open. “Let me show you how it’s done.” He doesn’t waste time, gathering his saliva and spitting right into your open mouth before forcing it closed. “Swallow.” It’s order, and it’s second nature for you to follow it while your hands are roughly undoing his belt so that you can get his pants open. “Always so fucking jealous, sweetheart.” He teases you, groaning when he feels your hand circling around his thick, straining length. He’s hard enough that it hurts, the need to be inside you making him buck into your hand as you grip him almost painfully tight. “Fuck.” He curses, surging forward to crash his lips against yours for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. A battle for dominance that you know he’ll win in the end, but you swear you aren’t making it easy for him this time.
Your teeth nip at his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make him jerk away from you with a hiss of pain. He twitches in your hand, and you smirk. You know how to get to him just as easily as he knows you. “I wouldn’t be jealous if you didn’t walk around acting like this dick isn't mine.”
“It’s your dick?” Nick mutters, voice dropping to a gravelly husk that has you moaning. “It’s yours?” He grins, pressing his lips to the crook of your neck as he moves your hand away from his cock so he can line himself up with your entrance.
You nod, letting out a breathy, “mine.”
He grins wickedly, “Then fucking take it.” Nick fills you with a harsh stroke, his cock stretching you so good that it knocks the breath out of your lungs. Nick doesn’t let you adjust, pressing you back into the mattress and pounding into you like he’s trying to fuck you through the bed. His teeth bite down where your shoulder meets your neck, the pressure hard enough to bruise and you know he’s paying you back for biting him earlier. His lips trail bites and kisses to another spot where he chooses to mark you. A lewd moan drags its way out of you at the thought of wearing his marks proudly when he's done with you, your cunt squeezing and fluttering around him with each new love bite he leaves littering your skin.
“Don’t stop…just like that, fuuuuuuck daddy just like that!” You cry not caring about who else is in the house to hear the way that Nick is making you scream on his cock. Your hands slide under his dress shirt, nails digging into the skin of his back hard enough to leave angry red welts behind, and in some places draw blood. Nick only fucks into you harder, the pain from your nails raking down his back only helping to push him closer to his own release.
“Fucking bitch…” He hisses, lips roughly claiming yours and you can’t help but laugh into the messy kiss before biting down on his bottom lip and holding on when he starts to pull away with a growl.
“Damn right,” You pant, moving your hands to drag through his hair, nails scratching over the side of his neck with enough pressure to mark him. “Yours.” Nick slides a hand to your throat, rising to his knees and keeping you pinned down to the bed while he takes advantage of the new angle he’s fucking you at.
His hand around your neck squeezes just enough to cut off your air and you clench around him, the coil twisting and twisting with each deliberate stroke that he gives you against that sweet spot. Your screams of pleasure are choked and ruined as he fucks you like he’s trying to dig you out. When his free hand moves between your thighs and his thumb brushes over your clit you don’t recognize the sound that tears out of you, but you gush around him as the stimulation sends you over the edge. “That’s it, cum for daddy. Make a fuckin’ mess all over this dick, ‘s all yours sweetheart.” He says, words strained from behind his teeth as he watches the way you fall apart around him. “Give me another one, know you got in you. Greedy slut, c’mon give me what I want.”
It’s impossible to resist, Nick’s words are like pulling a trigger and you can’t stop yourself from cumming again for him with a shrill, babbling cry as you soak him and the, no doubt ruined, sheets. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, breaking skin and sending rivulets of his blood trickling down to drip against your heated, sweat slicked skin. The bite of pain, and the sight of his blood dripping onto you, coupled with the pulsing of your walls around him send Nick over the edge and he cums with a loud shout. His hot spend filling you and soothing your ravaged cunt that milks him for every drop that he has to give.
Nick collapses on top of you with a grunt, resting there for a moment before rolling off to the side to catch his breath. You both need showers, you’re aware of that, but for the moment your legs are useless.
Comfortable quiet settles between the two of you, the only sounds filling the room are those of you and Nick’s soft panting breaths. It's like that for a couple minutes before he speaks.
“Never gonna be another woman for me, sweetheart.” He tells you, and you smirk. Slowly you sit up, careful of his cum dripping out of you.
“I know." You reply, "But the next woman that touches you like that is going to end up at the bottom of the fucking river.” You say, peering over your shoulder when you hear him stirring.
There’s a wicked smirk on his lips that has heat blooming in your chest, and you can only roll your eyes with a wicked smirk of your own curling onto your lips.
