Prompt: anon requested "Our wedding vows were whispered over your sister's grave. She was just practice for you." with Nick Fowler for my Valentine's Dead Dove event !
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Tags: DDDNE (dead dove do not eat); obsessive love; unhinged relationship (trust me); mutual obsession; gunpoint wedding (technically......); graveyard sex; literally sex on a grave; blood play (very very brief during a kiss); p in v; creampie; death of sibling (no heavy details); no redemption (for who?); unapologetic villainy
Rain stopped quite some time ago, but the scent of wet earth still lingers in the cemetery air. Your sister’s grave is modest, a flat granite marker half-sunk into the spoil because the groundskeeper hasn’t bothered to set it properly yet. No visitors come here anymore. No one but you, really.
And sometimes, like today, him.
Nick stands behind you, chest to your back, one arm banded around your waist like he is afraid you’ll change your mind some time soon and bolt. The other hand held the Beretta low, muzzle resting against the outside of your thigh. It’s not a threat, because you don’t need one, just a reminder.
White is your color today. Not a wedding dress, but sometime simpler, silk slip that clings when the wind moves. No bouquet, no veil. On your finger, the thin platinum band is already settling heavy after he slipped it twenty minutes earlier. It’s still warm from his pocket. You feel it against your chilled skin.
Nick lowers his mouth to the shell of your ear.
“I, Nick Fowler,” he says, deliberately slow, “take you… to have. To hold. To keep.” A pause. “I fucked your sister for two years because she looked like you from behind. Because when she laughed it almost sounded like you.”
You can swear you feel his heartbeat against your spine. He feels too calm for the words he’s saying. Like none of this ever mattered until his hand and yours finally shared the same wedding band.
“She talked about you all the time,” he continues. “How smart you are. How you’re always watching everything like you’re waiting for someone to make a mistake.” He leans down, presses his lips to the nape of your neck. “Every time she came, I closed my eyes and pictured your face instead.”
The gun in his hand slides higher, tracing the curve of your hip over silk.
“When I found out about her accident, the brakes failing and the car flipping… I just felt relieved. Like the universe had finally stopped fucking around and given me a straight line to you.”
Slowly, he finally turns you to face him, eyes careful on your face watching out to see if you’ll break. As if you were glass instead of venom.
“Our wedding vows were whispered over your sister's grave, because she was just practice for you.”
You study him, then. How his jaw ticks while he’s trying not to smile while saying the most fucked up thing. The way his blue eyes seem to search into the depths of your sould. You reach up, fingers curling into his collar and pull him down until your mouths were only a breath apart.
“Fuck me here,” you whisper.
His pupils blow wide.
“On her grave.”
After a moment of silence, one where you wonder if this is how he gives up on you, Nick lets out a rough laugh.
“You’re fucking insane,” but he’s already moving, rolling you down with him and laying you by the headstone, on the damp grass, knee shoving your thighs apart roughly. The gun remains in his right hand, and he braces it on the stone beside you.
You hook one leg around his waist, the other slightly bent by the side of his body. The cold, wet earth under your body makes you shiver, but you’re far too gone as Nick pushes the skirt of your dress up and pushes your panties to the side.
Never the gentleman, he doesn’t bother with gentleness. He shoves inside in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You gasp, not in pain but in surprise mixed with pleasure, before he swallows the sound with his mouth. Tongue, wet lips, teeth digging into the flesh and pulling until it draws blood, one hand digging into the muscle of your thigh. Kissing you like he’s trying to crawl inside your ribs and make nest.
“Mine,” he growls against your lips. “Finally fucking mine.”
You laugh, breathless, the air punched out of your lungs with each of his thrusts. “I’m yours,” you agree. Clench around him until he groans and fucks you harder.
Dirt crumbles under your nails where you claw at the floor under you. There’s still rainwater pooling in the engraved letters under you, soaking through the silk. You tilt your head back, staring up at the gray sky while he drives into you, a little faster, cock throbbing in your wet heat.
And then, almost too quiet and definitely too conversational, you say:
“I messed with her brakes.”
Nick freezes mid-thrust.
You don’t really look at him, just keep staring at the clouds with an all too strange smile on your lips.
“Three nights before the crash. Waited until she went to bed and slipped under the car in the garage. Made sure it looked like wear and tear.” You roll your hips, forcing him deeper even though he’s gone still. A pause, of moment where he seems to remain paused before he starts moving again, slower this time. Each thrust careful, with a different purpose now.
“You killed her,” he tells you. It’s not a question.
“For you.”
Nick stares at you like he is finally seeing you for the first time. In a way, he is. He’d never met this side of you before. You’re not sure he likes what he sees, but you push forward anyway, unable to stop now.
“I watched her die so I could have this,” you whisper, bringing dirt cover fingers to curl around his shirt. “So you’d stop looking past me.”
An unusually soft hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip with a taste of reverence you had never tried until now.
“You’re worse than me,” is all he says.
“I know.”
And that’s when he kisses you again, licking the truth from your lips before he begins moving once again, harder, each thrust sending you back and forcing the beginning of your spine to grind against the stone until you could feel it leaving marks behind.
“Come for me,” he orders you. “On top of her, now that she can’t fucking interrupt us anymore.”
Back arched, nails almost drawing blood as you cling to his neck, you come, crying his name loud enough that it echoes off the headstones around you. Blinded by pleasure, waves rolling off your muscles, you barely register how he follows you seconds later, hips slamming forward one last time as he spills inside of you.
Nick stays buried in your warmth, forehead presses to yours and then kisses your temple.
“My beautiful, murderous wife,” he mumurs almost teasingly.
What about a mafia au where he falls in love with his nurse after a gun fight gone wrong or something? You can pick the character to write this for but I can’t help but to think about Nick Fowler with this lmao. (Totally up to you if you want this)
Thanks for your patience! I kinda lost track of my inbox. 😅
Nurse's orders
Warnings: Implied smut, Wounds. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: entirely written on my phone.
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As much as gunshot wound hurt, Nick swears his pride is hurt worse. He's a mafia lieutenant, he should know better than to let someone get the drop on him. He was lucky it was just a graze and not something more serious.
At least with a boss like Conrad he didn't have to worry about getting a lecture. Just follow the nurse's orders and don't be so stupid again.
He probably could've gotten in to see the doctor Conrad had on payroll but Nick liked you better. You had a gentle touch, a sharp wit and a dirty mouth that always made him smile. And you were damn easy on the eyes, too. But if anyone said anything you'd tell them off with more curses than a wizard's spell book.
"You keep making dumb moves like this I'm gonna think you're trying to flirt with me," you jokingly accuse him as you enter the makeshift operating room. "Especially when you're getting hurt in places that make you show off those damn abs of yours."
"And here I was thinking I'd lucked out on not getting a lecture from the boss," Nick smiles back. "I forgot there's another boss around here."
"Damn right, Fowler," you smirk, putting on your gloves. "And don't you fucking forget it.'
He starts to chuckle but it immediately turns into a hiss of pain.
"Alright, let's see what we're working with," you say, putting on your serious face.
Throughout the exam, Nick makes note of your perfume, the warmth emanating from you, the scent of your shampoo. The combination is so comforting to him these days.
"You're lucky you're just gonna need some stitches," you finally tell him. "And definitely take it easy because if you fuck up my handiwork I'm kicking your ass."
"That's a fair trade," he smiles.
You're quiet as you stitch him up. He doesn't even want to say anything right now. He just enjoys watching you work. You get so focused, so in the zone, you don't notice things like the tip of your tongue sticking out the side of your mouth. Or the small tilts of your head from side to side as if you're listening to music.
"Alright, Fowler, that should do. And again--"
"Don't fuck up your hard work," he finishes for you.
"Smart man," you wink.
"You know, if I'm supposed to take it easy, I'm going to have a lot of time on my hands. Would you like to get dinner? Make sure I behave and rest?"
You freeze for a moment. It's not like you haven't thought about it. Hell, he's shown up in enough of your fantasies. Those abs, those gorgeous eyes, that damn tongue.
"No," you tell him. Nick's face drops and you hold up a finger to stop him from apologizing. "No, because when you take me out, I want you recovered. Because, whatever you want to do for dinner, my pussy is going to be your dessert." Nick's eyes darken and he licks his lips, encouraging you. "I'm gonna ride your face, your abs, and your fucking cock so hard and fast you beg for mercy. And we're both going to need you to be in top shape for that. Understood?"
Nick grins with a soft, dark chuckle and a chill runs down your spine. "I won't be the one begging for mercy, beautiful. That pretty pussy is going to be crying for me while you're crying for a reprieve."
You give him a smirk to hide the effect his words have. "I guess we'll see."
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ (Slight Dub Con- reader under the influence)
Words: 909 words
A/N: Entry for Candy Heart Sleepover Challenge @the-slumberparty
Prompt: Feb 25th – My Love - yes, you’re mine, even if you don’t know it yet
Your body arched beneath Nick as he drove into you with a relentless rhythm, the hotel room's dim light casting shadows over your sweat-slicked skin. You gasped, fingers clutching the sheets.. To you this was this was just a wild one-night stand.. the kind you'd chase after a few too many drinks at the bar downstairs. So lost in what he was ding to you that the heaviness in your limbs, that was alcohol buzzing through your veins? Right making everything feel languid and intense… You wouldn’t suspect it to be something extra Nick had slipped into your glass, ensuring you'd be pliant, making sure he’d have his claim without a fight.
God, you’re perfect Nick thought, his hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside your tight heat. Watched you for weeks, every shift at that coffee shop, every laugh with your friends.
Knew you’d feel like this… clenching around me…made for it.
He groaned low, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider.
“That's it, baby,” he purred against your ear, voice rough and coaxing. “Take me just like that. Feels so good, doesn't it?”
“...yeah-ah..” You moaned slurring slightly, nodding hazily through eyes too heavy to properly open “..s’good.”
Your pussy fluttering around his thick length as he thrust harder, the drug weaving its subtle web to keep you floating in bliss, unaware of the trap closing in. He couldn't tear his eyes from your face, the way your lips parted, eyes half-lidded in what you thought was pure lust.
No idea how long I've imagined this, how I'd fuck you until you forgot your own name. Mine now. No more watching from afar.
Nick shifted, angling his hips to hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“God” You cried out, legs trembling, but the weight in them held you down, just enough to make escape impossible without realizing it.
“Fuck, you're so wet for me,” he praised, lips brushing your neck as he sucked a mark there, branding you subtly. “Knew you'd love this - letting me fill you up, stretch that pretty pussy.”
Squeezing me so tight, body's already begging to keep me inside
The thought sending a possessive thrill through him. One night? Bullshit.
Not leaving this bed until you knows you’re mine-locked away where no one else can touch you.
His pace quickened, cock dragging against your walls with each plunge, the slick sounds of your bodies joining filling the room. You whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, chasing the pleasure that drowned out any nagging doubt.
“Yeah, there you go, you want it don’t you?”
He released your wrist only to tangle his fingers in your hair, tilting your head back for a bruising kiss, tongue invading your mouth as possessively as his dick claimed your core. He thrust in deeper then, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you, forcing a muffled cry from your throat that vibrated into his mouth.
Your body bucked beneath him, hips jerking up to meet his force, thrashing just enough to make the sheets twist around your legs, but the drug's haze kept it all blurred into desperate pleasure rather than resistance.
Nick broke away, letting out a dark laugh while he caught his breath.
“Look, at you, taking every inch. You're doing so well, sweetheart..just relax and let me make you come.”
If only you knew how many nights I stroked myself to thoughts of this, of owning you completely...fucking you raw until you broke for me.
You next sound came raw and needy, escaping as your breaths came in ragged bursts, growing louder with each punishing snap of his hips.
“Ah- N-nick... Oh god,” you gasped, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine as the coil in your belly tightened unbearably, his thick cock undoing you with every deep plunge.
Your fingers tried to clawed at his back, you arched, moans spilling out unchecked-“Fuu-uuck...” building into frantic cries that echoed off the walls, your pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, hot and drenched, pulling him impossibly deeper.
“Yes, yes, come baby!” Yes, that's my girl- MINE
He pounded into you relentlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your escalating noises, your body trembling violently now, thighs quivering as the pressure mounted. You shattered around him then, orgasm ripping through you like fire, walls convulsing in fierce, milking spasms that gripped his cock like a vice.
“Nngh-ahh!” you screamed, back bowing off the bed, every muscle seizing as waves of blinding ecstasy tore you apart, your juices soaking him further, gushing with the intensity of it all.
“That’s it, That’s it! Take it baby.” He fucked you through it without mercy, hips slamming forward to chase every last shudder, prolonging the raw bliss until tears pricked your eyes and your cries turned to breathless sobs of overstimulation.
Nick growled, holding back just long enough to feel every quiver, every desperate clench.
“Good girl” he growled into your neck finally letting go, thrusting deep one last time as he spilled inside you, hot spurts coating your insides. He stayed buried, grinding slowly to push it all deeper, marking you from within.
You sighed, boneless and sated, already drifting toward sleep, still believing this was fleeting. Curling up wrapping around him like Nick was the only place you wanted to be.
You’re not going anywhere my love. I'll make sure of it.
For the @stantastic-association Secret Santa Event and my gift is for @wsoldiersgf . Happy holidays my love! I got too excited to share 🫣
Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine. all my work is 18+. Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Tags/warnings: smut, jealous!Nick, possessive!Nick, p-in-v, rough sex, creampie, hickeys (thanks Nick 👍), nipple play, degradation/degrading names (whore, slut), overstimulation, multiple orgasm, sir kink, dumbification if you squint, a wee bit of cervix touching (...I partied too close to the sun on this)
Summary: Nick has a jealous streak when it comes to you... and God forbid you abuse it by speaking to the coworker he hates the most.
Word count: 686 words
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"N-Nick!"
"Don't you ever - ever - talk to him again," each word is punctuated by a hard thrust that makes your vision blur. "You're mine, okay Bambi? Mine. No one else gets to see you like this but me."
Nick was usually a calm, collected gentleman. However, matters concerning you made him feral; a green-eyed monster that was possessive over you and your body. And though you should have been scared, it made you incredibly, undoubtedly turned on.
You whimper and nod your head as he swipes his thumb across your clit, coating it with your own cum as he ruts into you fast and hard - intent on making you remember his words... or at least until you can't think at all.
The memory foam mattress swallows your back, making you feel like you are literally on cloud nine as Nick continues at a relentless pace. He made you cum three times already and on night's like this when Nick's jealousy reared its head, you knew that you were in for at least double digits of orgasms as punishment.
Nick pinches a nipple to get your attention and you whine, his thrusts slowing enough to stare down at you with wild eyes. "Little slut," he murmurs. "This tight cunt belongs to me, right?"
You nod weakly, bottom lip wobbling from the overstimulation already. But you know better than to stay silent. "Y-yes, sir."
"That's right whore." Nick sneers before plucking your other nipple. "From these gorgeous tits all the way down..." His fingers trail down your stomach, ticklish sensation making it twitch, but stops right before your clit - that pulses angrily at the lack of attention. "To this pretty clit."
"Nick." You groan out and your boyfriend sneers at you.
"What? Need something?" You coos teasingly. "Tell me what you need, whore."
"Fuck, I need- you to p-play-" His fingers swipe your clit again mid-sentence and you cry out at the shock thay ascends your spine.
"Aw, honey. It's okay. I know what you need." Nick taunts, his thumb pressing down on your achy button and swirling circles. "You don't need to speak, just take what I give. You can do that right?"
You nod with a weak "yes sir" as Nick starts to pound your cunt again, picking up speed when circling your clit with his thumb. Your hands reach for the sheets as your legs grow slack, getting lost in the pleasure.
Just as you're about to have your fourth orgasm of the night, Nick hooks his arm under your left knee and pushes forward, angling deeper. Your cunt flutters at the sensation, the pleasure almost painful as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. In this new position, Nick's face his closer, watching you sputter and whine over his cock centimetres from your face. You struggle to focus as his hands finds yours; one lacing your fingers and the other, the one under your leg, tugging your wrist down to anchor you.
"Fuck - look at you. So pretty just for me." Nick coos, dipping his head to push yours to the side and exposed your neck. His teeth graze your jugular as his thrusts slow to rolls of his hips, shifting from frantic and feral to loving and sensual. When his teeth finally bite down on the thin skin of you neck, you cum.
Heat blossoms as he sucks the bruise, gently kissing the mark he had left. He rolls his hips until he's completely buried to the hilt in your cunt and stills.
"Feel that, baby?" He murmurs into your ear. "You're gonna be feeling that for days."
You make a choked sound, but wrap your legs around his to keep him close.
"And with this pretty mark on show, no one will doubt about who you belong to."
Your heart soars and you peck kisses along his jaw as he starts to rut into you again. This was only the beginning of a torturously long, pleasurable night; and you couldn't wait to waltzed into work the next morning, walking bow-legged with Nick's love bite bared on display for everyone to see.
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A/N: I was in a bit of a writing rut and this helped so much 😅
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Pairing: Dark!Nick Fowler x Female Reader
Summary: You head to a carnival with your best friend and get more than you bargained for when your handsome neighbor bumps into you.
Word Count: Almost 4.8k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, NONCON/DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public sex, choking, mirror sex, possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, breaking and entering, threat of violence and implied violence (not against the reader), Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Fix #8 Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @maskedmistress87 who suggested dark!Nick with mirror and choking and @sgt-seabass and @tumblin-theworldaway for spitballing. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @buckets-and-trees (thanks for the feedback and help!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
It was your best friend's idea to wear costumes to the carnival. Though it wasn't Halloween just yet, it was a good way to get into the spooky holiday spirit. You weren't sure why you decided on a Red Riding Hood costume, but the cape would keep you somewhat warm if it got too cold. So would the stockings. You even got a basket purse so you could carry your things around and keep in theme with the outfit.
If you were lucky, you'd find yourself a big, bad wolf to play with.
After adjusting the cape around your neck, you spritzed yourself with your favorite perfume and carefully set the bottle on your vanity. You always set it to the right of your jewelry box. Strangely, it wasn't in its usual spot the last few days. Just like your robe wasn't yesterday. You swore you set it on the left hook, but when you got out of the shower it was on the right.
It would’ve been easy to write it off as a roommate messing with you, but you lived alone.
“I really need to stop watching scary movies before bed,” you mumbled as you went to your dresser and shut your underwear drawer. It was ajar a few days ago. Had you left your place in such a hurry that you forgot to close it?
The ding of your phone pulled you from your thoughts, giving yourself one more look in your vanity mirror before you went to get the device.
“Two minutes away!” Kiki messaged you.
There was a slight chill in the air as you went outside to wait, but that wasn't why you shivered. Every once in a while, you had the feeling someone was watching you. Like a pair of eyes following your every move. It didn't make sense. There was nothing about you worth watching.
It didn't stop a chill from sliding down your spine as you looked over your shoulder every time you left your home. Or when you thought about the random things that moved around your place. As far as you knew, no one knew where your spare key was. You lost sleep wondering if some creep snuck in. If someone did break in, they didn’t take anything.
But if someone went into your place and didn't steal anything, what did they want?
“Nice costume.”
You jumped at the sound of a familiar voice, almost dropping your phone as you turned toward it. “Nick, you scared me.”
“Sorry,” he smiled, but didn't sound sorry at all.
“Sure you are,” you smiled back, your heart slowing to a steady beat again as you wondered how he managed to sneak up on you.
Nick Fowler moved into your neighborhood a few months ago. He usually kept to himself, but made it a point to give you a nod when he was going to or from work. While you wouldn't say you were friends, he was friendly enough with you and didn't bother anyone. He even helped you fix your cable when it went out some time back. As far as neighbors went, he was a good one.
And a handsome one.
The man turned quite a few heads when he unloaded boxes from the moving truck and you didn’t blame anyone for looking his way. With his athletic build, he carried the heavy items with ease. He had the bluest eyes you’d ever seen and his short, dark hair only helped to make them stand out more. The scruff surrounding his lips and along his chin looked long enough to leave a delicious burn if it ever touched your skin. You hardly ever saw him smile at anyone, except you. And he smirked at you on more than one occasion.
Like he had a secret he was itching to tell you.
“You okay?” He asked, taking a step closer. “You seem a little jumpier than usual.”
“Just a little tired. Haven't slept well the last few nights.”
“Is everything okay?”
You debated telling him what was going on since he sounded concerned, but decided against it. You didn't need to burden him with that. Besides, nothing was wrong. Just the spooky season getting under your skin. “Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. I’ll probably end up crashing when I get back.”
“Well, I'm here if you need anything,” he said after a moment. Those blue eyes of his meticulously looked over your costume. “So, you have a fun night planned?”
You almost tightened your cape around your body to hide from his gaze. Not that his attention wasn't flattering. It was kind of nice. Plus he was single as far as you knew and you never noticed him bringing anyone around. “Yeah. Going out with a friend."
Nick frowned a little. “He isn't wearing a wolf costume, is he?”
You swore there was a hint of jealousy in his tone, but you were probably imagining it. “No, she isn't,” you said, smiling as his shoulders relaxed.
“Well, it’s a great costume. You honestly look good enough to eat,” he said, chuckling a bit when heat crawled up your neck. “Sorry. I hope that didn’t sound bad.”
“No, don’t be sorry. I appreciate the compliment,” you said, both of you smiling as the warmth continued to move up to your face. “Do you have any plans?”
“I may watch a movie,” he said, running his fingers through his short hair. You tried not to stare at the veins in his hands or the way his sweater hugged his muscular frame. “It's too bad you can't join me.”
Your eyebrows shot up, not expecting his offer. Was it an actual offer? He hadn't invited you over to his place before. “Is it a scary movie? I like them, but sometimes they…”
“Scare you?” he guessed, his smile sympathetic as you nodded. “Well, you don't have to worry about any bad guys with me around. I can keep you safe.”
You smiled softly before Kiki pulled up to the curb. “Maybe another time?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he said, seemingly disappointed as he nodded toward the car. “Have fun at the carnival.”
Your smile slipped a little as he walked toward his place. “Thanks,” you called out, quickly getting into the car.
“Hey! Isn't that your super hot neighbor?” Kiki asked as you buckled yourself in.
“Yeah,” you replied, looking in the mirror as she drove off. Nick had stopped before he went inside and watched as the two of you drove away. It made you shiver. “He kind of invited me over to his place.”
“What?! And you're in here with me?” she asked, lightly smacking your arm. “You should've gone with him or invited him to come with us. You could’ve gotten laid tonight.”
At the reminder of your recent lack of sex life, you sighed. There was nothing wrong with having fun, but you wanted a bit more than that. Not like anyone had shown interest in you as of late. There was the guy who lived across the street who flirted with you weeks back, but he pretty much avoided contact with you the next day.
You wondered if he moved out since you hadn’t seen him since.
“You were already on your way and I didn’t want to just invite him,” you said, loosening your grip on your purse when your fingers began to ache. “It's weird though. He told me to have fun at the carnival, but I don't remember ever telling him I was going.”
How did he know?
“Maybe he guessed. Or maybe you mentioned it and forgot. I mean, you did say you haven't been sleeping well lately.”
“That's my own fault,” you said.
“Well, lack of sleep could be messing with your memory. And may I remind you that I told you to stop watching scary movies? They always make you jumpy,” she said, glancing over at you as her smile faded. Nick even noticed your jumpiness. “Look, we can skip this and go tomorrow. I don't mind.”
You shook your head and brushed the strange feeling off. She was right. Those films made you paranoid and she didn't need to deal with that. “No, it's okay. We deserve some fun.”
“You want some real fun, go visit your neighbor when you get back. He looks like he knows how to fuck.”
“I'm sure he does,” you giggled. You had no doubt about that. “But I'm not going to find out tonight.”
“You might. Who knows? He may even show up at the carnival to hunt you down.”
You both laughed, your smile bright and happy again. No one was going to hunt you down. No one was watching you. Your life wasn't some creepy movie. You just needed to relax and have a good time.
The carnival was in full swing, booming with cheerful music and shouts from people on the brightly lit rides. As you followed Kiki though, you kind of regretted not taking Nick up on his offer to hang out. Not even thirty minutes after you arrived, your best friend bumped into a hot guy. Literally bumped into him and almost spilled her drink on his shirt. Both of them had hearts in their eyes and they had been attached at the hip since. While you were glad she was having a good time, you were starting to feel a bit like a third wheel.
You also had that impression that someone was watching you again. Your skin prickled as you looked to the left and right, wishing the feeling would go away. It was silly. No one was looking at you. Everything was fine.
“Hey,” you said, tapping Kiki on her arm as she laughed at some corny joke. “I think I may explore on my own a bit.”
Her face fell as she looked between you and her new beau. “You sure? We can-”
“I'm sure. Really,” you assured her. She deserved to have a good time and would've encouraged you to do the same if you bumped into a guy. “I'll text you in a bit so we can meet back up?”
“Or I can give you a ride home.”
Surprise was written all over your face as you spun around. That was the second time Nick made you jump today, an amused smile on his face as you held your chest. He was in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, but he now had a sticker on the left side of his chest that stated, “Hi! My name is NICK”.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, his smile immediately fading as you took a breath. Your tone was a lot sharper than you intended. “I'm sorry. You just scared me again.”
Nick peered at you before he sighed. “Didn't mean to scare you or eavesdrop. I got bored watching the movie and decided to check this place out,” he said, glancing down at his feet for a moment. “I tried waving a minute ago, but I guess you didn't see me.”
You felt like a bitch. Maybe that was why you thought someone was watching you. It really was all in your head. “Sorry, I didn't see you.”
“Sorry I scared you again,” he said.
“It's okay. Really.”
“Well, neighbor, since you're here, you two should hang out,” Kiki suggested, giving you an encouraging smile.
What did you have to lose? “Would you like to join me?”
Your neighbor's smile was back on his handsome face. “Yeah, I'd like that.”
Kiki nudged you forward, moving you closer to Nick as your stomach flipped. “Text me when you leave or if you still need a ride.”
“Don't worry. I'll take care of her," Nick promised as she walked off with her new guy on her arm, leaving the two of you alone. “Lead the way."
“Okay," you said, maintaining a bit of distance as you walked beside him. You had no clue if you wanted to play games or go on a ride. “Anything in particular you want to do?”
“You.”
Your head twisted in his direction so quickly you almost hurt yourself. “What?”
“I said ‘boo’,” he said, pointing in front of him. The two-story, brightly lit funhouse had a bunch of random words on the panels, including “boo”. Why did you think he said “you”? God, you needed to get a grip. “Should we do that? It could be fun.”
With a small laugh, you nodded. “Fun in a funhouse,” you said, stopping when the carnival worker at the entrance held up his hand.
“I’m about to go on my break. Come back in thirty minutes.”
“Oh. Okay,” you said, shrugging a little at Nick. Maybe you could find something else to do.
Nick, however, didn’t budge. “That’s quite a break. Tell you what,” he said, taking out his wallet and pulling out a bill. The worker’s eyes lit up when he saw the amount. “Why don’t you take your break and let us go in anyway? We won’t cause any trouble.”
“Stay the whole time for all I care,” the guy said, taking the money with a toothy grin and letting both of you go past to walk up the steps. “Enjoy!” he added, roping it off with a “closed” sign before he walked away.
“Go ahead,” Nick urged, waiting for you to finish going up the stairs first.
The normally whimsical music sounded strange to your ears. Maybe it felt spooky since you knew you were the only two that would be inside. Or maybe it was because the movie you watched a couple of nights ago took place in a funhouse. A group of teens went in. Nobody made it out. No, this wouldn't be anything like that.
“We really could’ve just come back,” you said, holding onto the railing as the stairs shifted back and forth. You didn’t hear Nick follow right away. Glancing back, you swore you saw him check out your ass. Not that he could see much thanks to the cape.
“You might have decided to leave before we made it back this way,” he said as you came across a spinning barrel. Just staring at it made you slightly dizzy. “Not that it would’ve been a bad thing if we left since Kiki ditched you so quickly.”
“She didn’t ditch me,” you argued as you stepped into the barrel. The sound of a laughing clown filled your ears as you did your best to walk in a straight line. “She deserves some fun,” you added, regaining your balance once you stepped onto a normal floor again.
Nick followed you so silently that you didn’t realize he was right behind you until his lips touched your ear. “So do you.”
Hot air shot out of the ceiling above your head with a piercing whistle, giving you an excuse to jump away as your heart pounded. His eyes sparkled in amusement at your reaction. “Like I said, fun in the funhouse,” you teased, putting your hands along the walls as the hallway grew narrow. It was still large enough for you to squeeze through.
“Especially since we have the place to ourselves,” he reminded you.
A shiver rolled down your spine. You wondered exactly what kind of fun he wanted to have and if you should’ve chosen your words more carefully. “You know,” you began as you stumbled into a Hall of Mirrors, frowning as you realized there wasn’t an open door or space to move through. Which mirror did you have to push to get to the next room? “You didn’t say why you were wearing a nametag.”
“It's my costume," he said, tilting his head like the answer was obvious.
You glanced around to see if any of the mirrors had any smudges, anything to give away which direction to go. They were all clean. “And what exactly are you supposed to be?"”
He smirked as he met your reflection in one of the mirrors. “I’m dressed as your neighbour who’s gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name."
You nearly fell into the mirror and he quickly caught your arm to keep you upright, the grip a bit tighter than you expected. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me," he shrugged a little as he stepped closer. “Almost wore a wolf costume so I could chase you down. The subtle hints I've dropped aren’t working, so I might as well spell it out for you.”
You tried to figure out if he was joking or not. Your reaction was to giggle. A nervous, soft laugh that seemed to wipe his smirk away. “Is that why you came here tonight? You were hoping you'd fuck me?” you asked, remembering your earlier talk with Kiki. “I don’t even remember telling you I was coming here.”
He tapped his ear. “I heard you on the phone with your friend.”
“I was in my bedroom when we made those plans. There’s no way you could've…” you trailed off, a sense of dread pooling in your stomach as he stared at you. Did his eyes always have a dangerous glint to them? “Nick, how did you hear that phone call?”
“Take a wild guess, sweetheart.”
You swallowed a little. “It’s you, isn’t it? You’ve been messing with me.”
It sounded crazy to your ears and you didn’t want to believe it because blaming it on irrational fear was easier. But the single, unashamed nod he gave you almost made you crumble. “I never told you what I do for work, but I’m good with setting up bugs and cameras. And such a sweet thing like you living so close, I couldn't help myself,” he explained casually, like he wasn’t admitting to something completely messed up. “You make such pretty noises when you touch yourself.”
“You watched me,” you whispered, your head spinning when he smirked. He watched you in your intimate, private moments. What else did he do?
“Knocking out your cable gave me the perfect excuse to get inside your place without raising suspicion. You never would've invited me over otherwise. Though you really should be more careful where you keep your spare key. Made it way too easy for me to make a copy.”
You held your stomach to keep from getting sick. So many thoughts raced through your mind as he advanced on you. Why had you ignored your instincts? Did your attraction to him partially blind you? “Why?”
“Because I wanted to. Because you’re mine. Take you pick,” he said, wrapping a hand around your neck before you could move back. “You have no idea how tempted I was to break down your door and fuck you after watching the footage. Or every time I snuck into your place. I even moved things around in the hope you’d turn to me and let me 'help you' figure out what was happening, but you didn’t. You kept your distance. Your little ‘hard to get’ act was cute, but a man can only take so much.”
Each word he spoke added a new layer of dread and alarm. He squeezed a little when you tried to pry his hand away, tears blurring your vision. Shouting wouldn’t do you any good, but it didn’t stop the screams in your mind. “I wasn't playing hard to get. I liked you,” you managed to say.
“And you weren't trying to lead that flirty neighbor on either, but you're too sweet for your own good. Don't worry. I took care of him. He'll never bother you again,” he smirked as your blood ran cold. What did he do? “Or anyone else for that matter.”
The man was insane. “Nick, you-”
He cut you off when he pressed his soft and warm lips against your mouth. You were two seconds away from biting into his bottom lip when he spun you around and shoved your front against the closest, normal mirror. It didn’t budge. “I’m tired of waiting for you to come around,” he said, yanking your cape off. “Tired of just watching when I know you belong to me.”
You froze, unable to fight or yell when he shoved your costume up. No one would hear you over the sounds of the carnival and the worker running the attraction wasn't close by. Why weren’t you fighting? Why couldn’t you do anything to stop him?
“Nick, let’s talk,” you tried to reason. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”
The sound of him tearing your underwear away made the first tear fall. “We're past the talking stage,” he snarled, kicking your legs apart before you whimpered. You weren’t sure if it was the sound that softened his gaze or the sight of your tears. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. That’s the last thing I want to do.”
His words did nothing to soothe you when he undid his pants. “You are hurting me,” you whispered. He hurt you by bringing fear into your life when he could've just asked you out.
“Am I?” he asked, parting your opening with his fingers. He chuckled darkly as he pushed a digit in with no warning. “Then why are you so wet?”
You whined in denial, but he was right. Arousal trickled along your thighs, your hole aching with the need for him to fill you with something larger than his finger. What was wrong with you? “No,” you moaned.
“Don’t deny me,” he growled, nosing along your neck before he bit down. You yelped, the sharp pain making you tighten around his finger. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re going to have so much fun together.”
Your body betrayed your will as he played with you and you were thankful momentarily when he pulled out. The relief was short-lived when you looked over your shoulder, just in time to watch him unzip his pants and take his hard cock out of his underwear. He’d break you with his size. “You can’t, please.”
“Yes, I can,” he said as he pressed the head of his cock against your sopping wet entrance. “Now be good and take what I give you.”
“Don't-”
“The only thing I want to hear you say is my name. Let’s let your pussy tell me how much you want me.”
You screamed as he pushed inside, your walls burning as you tried to accommodate for the size of him. He hadn’t prepped you nearly enough, though your arousal took some of the pain away. He didn’t pause to give you a chance to adjust either, as if the wet sound of you sucking his cock in gave him permission to take what he believed belonged to him.
“Fuck, your pussy feels better than I imagined,” he groaned, your resolve cracking as you opened your eyes. He forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror and you watched in horrid fascination as he took you. The surrounding glass showed every angle of his claim, your reality becoming more and more distorted. He surrounded you. Consumed you. “And it’s all mine.”
You made a small sound as you braced your hands on the glass, forced to feel every drag of his cock. The more he moved, the more you tried to grind your hips back against his. It was shameful for you to like it, humiliating that you wanted to get off because of him. It was as if your body no longer belonged to you and maybe it never did. Otherwise, why would you want this?
“When I get you home, I’ll take my time. Get you addicted to my cock,” he grunted, smiling at the glazed look in your eyes. “I’ll record it. Make you see how much you love it.”
“Nick,” you gasped when he put his hand around your throat again, a silent command not to close your eyes or look away. You moved a hand to his wrist when it became harder to breathe. He loosened his grip enough for you to inhale and slid his hand down to your chest, squeezing one of your breasts with a moan. You moaned, too.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. Look at us,” he groaned as he thrust faster. The hand on your chest moved back to your throat when he reached under your skirt. “See how perfect we are together? How well you take my cock? You know you belong to me.”
The sloppy sounds of your cunt got louder as he found your clit and rubbed it quickly. It was almost too much, but you craved more. What was the point of denying him when your pussy kept trying to pull him back in? Why fight the inevitable pleasure when your body surrendered to him?
You weren’t sure how much time had passed and it didn’t matter. You were lucky to remember your own name. He was fucking you dumb and you wondered why the fear faded. You knew it would return when he finished, but you felt ecstasy for now.
“My fucking slut. Never letting you go,” he said, pinching the bundle of nerves with a smirk as you breathed his name. The familiar twist of pleasure grew and his name was the only word you said as dark indulgence flooded your veins. You were going to come and there was nothing you could do to stop it. “So come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
The rough demand made your fluttering hole squeeze around him almost painfully. You struggled to hold back, but the release washed over you like a tidal wave. All you could do was helplessly pant as you trembled, his soaked cock thrusting still so he could join you in sweet bliss. And you wanted it. You wanted him to come inside you.
You could hate yourself later for wanting it so badly.
“You. Are. Mine,” he growled, his name falling from your lips as he tipped over the edge. You spasmed around him still as he finished, your cunt filled to the brim. “Mine.”
You gasped for air as he buried his face in your neck, your body shaking as you pressed your forehead against the glass. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Maybe once you had the strength you'd run. Scream. Cry.
“Look at me,” Nick breathed, his lips touching your pulse. You blinked some of the haze from your eyes as you lifted your head, your heart still racing out of control. Minus the darkened tint in his cheeks, he looked normal. Not a hair out of place. Like he hadn't forced himself on you. “Didn't have to be like this, but it would've happened no matter what."
You nodded, believing him. He took you in the middle of the funhouse without a care of getting caught. He got what he wanted.
“And don't even think about running away from me or I'll chase you down,” he added.
Feeling his spend slide out of you as he pulled out helped the reality of the situation sink in. He took you and you didn't stop him. “I won't,” you answered in a small voice you didn't recognize as he tucked himself away and fixed his pants.
“Good,” he smiled, retrieving your cape from the ground and wrapping it back around you. “Because I'd hate for anything to happen to Kiki. Such a nice coincidence that some guy bumped into her, isn't it?”
You shook your head quickly, tears forming in your eyes again. “No, don't hurt her,” you begged. If what he said about your neighbor was true…
Nick cooed as he framed your face and gently kissed your lips. It was so tender and you almost believed he was capable of being good. Almost. “Be mine and I won't.”
He said it casually, but his eyes told you not to defy him. “I'm yours,” you whispered.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling a hand away to check his watch. “Time's almost up. Let's go.”
You had a hard time moving your feet, but he put an arm around you to help. It was like you were drunk, unable to see or think straight as he quickly found which mirror to exit through. You just wanted to go home, but he took your safe haven away.
Was Nick Fowler your villain or was he an antihero for doing whatever it took to get you?
“Don't worry. We'll let Kiki know you got home safely. You can even tell her I asked you out tonight,” he said, flashing a smile at you that made him look like he'd take a bite out of you. “And when we get back to my place, I'll get you addicted to my cock like I promised.”
So, what do we think? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡
Summary: A bad day gets worse when Nick only seems to irritate you which leads to him storming out after arguing.
Word count: 2184
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , mentions of blood and injuries , arguments , kissing , p in v sex , Nick Fowler being my a menace
A/N 1 - This has been sat in my WIPs for a long time waiting for the final ingredient… a babe to star! A big thank you to @sunday-bug for eyeballing and making the final choice!
A/N 2 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - I created the banner on Canva and the pics were sourced either from Pinterest or Google - credit to original creators
A/N 3 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️
Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound of the clock echoed in your empty apartment. Almost mocking you, the hand tracking seconds slowly crawled around the face. Each moment seemed to last an eternity. From outside came the cacophony of everyday life - conversations of strangers passing in the street, cars honking in annoyance and the wail of distant sirens. It was a sharp contrast to the quiet which only emphasised your solitude. In comparison to the earlier sounds caused by arguing with your boyfriend the silence was almost deafening. With nothing to distract you, thoughts began to invade your mind.
How had it escalated so quickly? You had endured one of those days where one tiny thing had gone wrong and somehow spiralled into a domino chain of little catastrophes. To anyone else these might have seemed to be minor inconveniences but when added to a never-ending list your typical long line of patience was rapidly cut short.
Upon arriving at your apartment the sight of your boyfriend fresh from a mission caught you off guard. So surprised you barely registered that he was covered in cuts and grime which you later realised meant that he hadn’t stopped at his place to clean up first. But in your low mood you couldn’t find it in you to give your usual welcome. Besides which by the way Nick was bent over paperwork on the coffee table he wouldn’t be offering his usual greeting either. Still surprised but not displeased to see him, you offered a small acknowledgement as you walked to the bedroom. He grunted in response. This exchange contrasted to the physical welcome you would typically share. You’d pepper his face and neck with kisses which he would gently grumble about but he knew that it was your way of confirming he was home safe with you. Nick’s arms would snake around you more often than not squeezing so firmly you’d joke about only needing one lung but knowing he needed reassurance he was in his safe space with the one he loved.
As you entered your bedroom you found yourself tripping. A black bag sat right in the entrance. A go bag. Always prepared in case an emergency was called in. Muttering under your breath you nudged it out of the way with your foot. No matter how many times you asked he always left the bag in the bedroom doorway as was habit at his apartment. As you stripped out of your work clothes you heard a thud and a grunt of pain.
“Jesus princess, could you shut that cupboard door properly? Could’ve given myself a concussion.”
Being shorter than him you tended to leave a cupboard open for easy access and forgot to close it before he came round. Changing into leggings and a tunic you walked into the hall to find him striding toward the bathroom.
“Gonna get cleaned up” he grumbled while rubbing the top of his head.
Heading into the kitchen you deliberated what to eat for dinner. Slowly the tension of the day began to leave your body. A small part of you felt bad for not greeting Nick as usual but figured you could make it up with kisses and cuddles after dinner. Distantly you heard the shower stop. Heading to the bathroom you opened your mouth to suggest dinner options. He wasn’t there. Hearing him in the living room your gaze suddenly landed on the bed. A soaked towel thrown carelessly on the sheets. Another habit that your boyfriend couldn’t shake despite you explaining that the lingering damp smell and feel on the sheets drove you crazy. Before you could stop it a noise of annoyance echoed in the room.
“What is it now?”
The small feeling of calm you started to feel vanished in an instant replaced with sparks of anger. Sparks that when met with his ire released roaring infernos. Both of you raised your voice at the other with frustration driving your actions. Any semblance of rationality was locked away, the saner part of your brain struggling to break free and end this fight. You couldn’t even remember what was said in those fiery moments. One moment the apartment seemed so small as you both argued then the door slammed echoed in the suddenly vast space.
At first anger had a tight grasp on you. Was it really so hard for him to move his bag to a place where you wouldn’t always trip over it? Or to return the towel to the bathroom? Or even hang it over a door? He was CIA Agent Nick Fowler for crying out loud - the man could infiltrate foreign governments but couldn’t do something so simple as hang up a wet towel.
‘What is it now?’
You growled at the exasperated tone he’d used. Like you’d badgered him relentlessly past his last nerve.
As the seconds ticked by anger dissolved into irritation before turning into doubt. What had caused you both to lash out at each other like that? It was obvious that both of you weren’t having good days but to fight so ferociously over little things? Why hadn’t either of you stepped into another room to cool off?
Belatedly, you saw the wet towel still on the bed. With a sigh you moved to pick it up but could not resist pressing your nose to it. Detergent, his body wash… and something metallic. As you examined it your heart thudded painfully when you saw the unmistakable blood marks. Upon entering the apartment earlier you had vaguely noticed that Nick was dirty and bloody but if there was fresh blood on the towel then it hadn’t been someone else’s. It was his. After a mission he’d usually head to his place to clean up before coming to you and following your traditional greetings you’d check if any of his injuries needed tending to. Guilt flooded you. God… you’d argued so viciously. Was this the end? The last memory you’d have of him would be arguing while he was wounded?
Just as tears filled your eyes a quiet knock sounded at the front door. Dropping the towel back on the bed you shuffled down the hall and opened the door. In front of you stood Nick with a blank face but his baby blue eyes were turbulent with emotion. As your gaze swept over him you noticed he was clutching the go bag you previously tripped over and it dawned on you that you hadn’t even realised he had taken it. A tear rolled down your cheek and Nick’s empty expression twisted with anguish. He stepped inside invading your personal space. As you inhaled his familiar scent a mixture of emotions overwhelmed you. The tension boiling between you broke when he lunged forward. The bag fell to the floor with a thud as he cupped your face with both hands, his lips seeking yours hungrily.
Desire coursed through you. Ignoring the little voice egging you to stick to your guns you banished your earlier feelings. Right now it only mattered that Nick came back. Your hands sought his hair and gripped tightly anchoring yourself to him. His arms wrapped around you and pulled your body flush to his so you stood on tiptoe. As you leaned up against him he suddenly lifted you, never breaking away from your mouth. Lost in a haze of need you barely noticed that he kicked the door shut behind him and started to walk further into your apartment.
You nipped at his lips moaning when he allowed you entry and tried desperately to imprint the taste of Nick Fowler on your tongue. A dark cloud of fear lingered at the back of your mind, terrified that this would be the final time with him. Your grip tightened with anxiety while grinding against him. His stride faltered at your actions though his grip never loosened.
Nick had barely reached your bedroom door when you ground against him again. He seemed to sense your urgency dropping to his knees and lowering you to the fluffy rug on the floor. Your legs framed him tightly. His clothed erection pressed against your heated core. For a few minutes there was nothing but a fierce battle of lips, tongues and teeth. But it wasn’t enough. Breaking away from the lip lock Nick tugged insistently at your leggings and underwear until one of your legs was freed. He reared back and unbuckled his belt pushing his jeans and boxers down just past his ass to free his throbbing cock. As he yanked his shirt over his head you did the same wanting to feel his skin on yours. He guided his tip to your entrance before thrusting in. Both of you moaned in pleasure as he bottomed out deep within you.
Had the circumstances been different Nick might have stayed still to allow you both to savour the feeling of him filling you. There might have been teasing looks or filthy words exchanged to encourage the heat between you. Not this time.
One of his arms moved up to cushion the back of your head and grip your hair while the other flexed on your hip, caging you underneath him. Moans and heavy breathing filled the air. The denim of his jeans rubbed against the back of your thighs, the slight friction causing you to buck harder to meet his thrusts. As your bodies became slick with sweat his head dropped to the crook of your neck, hot breath against your ear. You were skin to skin limbs wrapped tightly around each other with no space between your bodies. And yet you wanted more. Needed more.
Nick’s thrusts quickened. You felt his cock swell and throb as he chased his high. When it came to sex it was never about keeping score. Both of you encouraged the other to be selfish and take what was needed. You needed to feel him cum. To feel him lose control and show his vulnerability one last time.
It took you a moment to remember that Nick was as selfish and selfless as you. He shifted one of his knees up, his thrusts never slowing but now targeting that elusive spot he knew so well. As he moved his body nudged your clit. You whimpered from the double assault and an answering moan escaped his lips. Noises of pleasure rumbled from his chest as his hand moved to hitch your leg higher around his waist. Your gasps mingled in the air mixing with the sound of slick flesh. His cock suddenly thickened and you felt him cum in a hot flood which triggered your own release. You gripped his head and his ass pulling him as close as possible. Still he thrusted until your core stopped trembling and milking him.
Panting his lips sought yours pressing softly but with yearning. Nick trembled during the kiss, the tremors worsening as he pulled back slightly. Carefully he pulled out both of you moaning without looking away from each other. As your eyes roved over his face you noticed that some of his scrapes had become irritated with a few starting to bleed again. Silently you guided him to sit up and reached for the first aid kit you kept close by.
Kneeling between his legs you carefully cleaned and tended to his wounds. Nick’s gaze remained on you as his hands flexed restlessly on your hips. As you treated a cut on his cheek you were overwhelmed. By the familiar but unexpected warmth in his eyes, by the pleasure that had wracked through your body, by the anger of your earlier argument and by the fear of what would happen next. Tears trickled down your face and he gently kissed them away murmuring words of apology and regret.
Nick’s focus locked on to something behind you and his brow furrowed. Standing, he reached down and helped you up. He grabbed the damp towel - the thing that had sparked the fight - and threw it in the laundry hamper. His eyes sparkled as he fought his own tears.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” At the wobble in his usually confident voice you gulped. “It was a hard mission and I should have gone home first to clean up and cool off… but I needed - NEED - you baby. Please don’t give up on me” he begged. “I’ll keep my go bag in the hallway cupboard. I promise I’m not gonna leave wet towels lying around. I swear I’ll do better.”
“I’m sorry too” you murmured. “It was one of those days… and the towel was the last straw. And I’m sorry about the cupboard.” You gently massaged where he had been rubbing his head earlier. “Please… I never wanna fight like that again. I won’t give up if you won’t” you promised.
Leaning in slightly, you waited for him to nod before pressing soft kisses to his forehead, cheeks and lips. “But if I see a wet towel anywhere but the bathroom or the hamper… I swear I’ll be whipping your ass with it.”
Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.
Warnings: infidelity, divorce, recreational drug use (marijuana), drinking, mutual pining, pet names (Gumdrop, baby), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v sex, mention of bodily fluids (creampie), public sex, if I forgot anything please tell me
A/N1: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Nick Fowler BINGO were: divorced, best friend’s brother, writer’s choice(prompt #802 from @creativepromptsforwriting), drunken confession, public sex. BINGO card at end of story.
A/N2: I have been working on this story for weeks and I really hope I have done the Nick Fowler fandom justice. It's my first time, and hopefully not the last time, writing for Nick. I thoroughly enjoyed writing him. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
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Cover Art by me
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Three Months Ago
The cardstock was rigid in your hands, the envelope discarded seconds ago. The confetti in the envelope litters around your Chucks as you bring your attention to the words embossed upon the invitation. You had been waiting for this day ever since you received the Save the Date announcement.
You ran your finger over the pretty lettering, its raised borders were a nice tactile touch. The peaceful pink, whispered white, and mellow merlot of the flowers against a hint of golden accents was a beautiful choice. Not too feminine, nor too masculine.
Turning the invitation over, you found more information.
‘Accommodations will be completely covered for your 8-night stay at The Ocracoke Harbor Inn by the family of the Bride. You will be staying in the fully-furnished Treasure Chest Cottage. Amenities include full-service linens, complimentary wireless Internet, and guest boat docking. Guests have access to a sound-side beach. Password for WI-FI given upon check-in. Nonsmoking, no pets.’
Leave it to the Fowlers to go nuts and rent out the entire inn for their only daughter’s wedding, you thought to yourself. You were not surprised at all, growing up as a rich girl’s best friend had its perks.
As if on cue, your phone started to play the opening notes of Losing You by Solange to signal an incoming call. Pulling your phone out, you smiled seeing Deanne’s name. You clicked Accept and raised the phone to your ear.
“Hello to the future Mrs. Alexander!” Your cheery demeanor not letting on how jealous you were of your friend’s impending nuptials.
Euphonious laughter rings through the earpiece and you can’t help but join in.
“Girl, can you believe it? I am about to tie the knot, be off the market, and settle down. I’m only 12% nervous about everything so I’m doing great,” she snorted, and suddenly you were a bit less jealous if this kind of anxiety is what she had to deal with, “Anyway, um, I was giving you a call because I wanted to ask if you got your invitation and I also wanted to see if I could save myself time in waiting for your R.S.V.P. and bug and pester you until you agree to let my parents pay for you to come spend a week with us and come to my wedding and–”
“Deanne! Stop with the run-on sentence, doll. Did you think I was gonna pass up this opportunity? God, I love that you chose Ocracoke as your wedding destination. So many vacations were spent getting into all kinds of trouble,” you recalled, images of splashing in the water as kids and lounging on the beach as teens replayed in your mind.
“Yeah. Hey, when we were little girls planning our dream weddings, I was serious when I said I wanted it on the beach on Ocracoke Island. But not in the summer because of bugs and heat, but in the winter so we get that beautiful off-season fresh air,” Deanne mused.
“Dee, it’s gonna be gorgeous. I cannot wait to see you in your stunning dress walking down that aisle. Just know that since I am your oldest friend, you pretty much owe me the bouquet,” you laughed, only half-joking.
“As far as I’m concerned, it’s already yours,” she bantered, clearing her throat before speaking again, “So, I also called because I wanted to vent a little, if that’s okay?”
“It’s always okay. You doing alright?” you asked, now worried that your friend was in trouble.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I have an update on Nick and Tori, though,” she paused, allowing your mind to wander.
The mention of your first crush’s name sent a shiver down your back. Many a moment had been wasted thinking about his pretty smile and grayish-blue eyes. You’d liked Nick before you knew you even liked boys. He was the heartthrob that trumped every teen dream of every other girl in America’s heart. In your mind, he was the closest to perfect you could imagine.
You responded, “Oh?”
“So, their divorce is finalized. My big brother is officially a divorcé. I would have thought that a man who was with someone for so long might be partying it up right now. But he says he’s focusing on work and, I don’t know. I just want him to be happy. And like, he’s getting divorced as I’m getting married and it feels so weird. It doesn’t seem fair,” she lamented.
“Dee, come on. You know Nicky wouldn’t want you to think like that. He loves you. You’re his favorite sibling,” you jested, trying to lighten the mood.
“Ha ha. I’m his only sibling. I better be his favorite,” Dee chuckled, happy to be distracted, “So that brings me to you, Miss Missy. Last I heard, you were dating some engineer guy? Do I get to meet him soon?”
You inwardly cringed, hopes dashed of being able to avoid the topic of your relationship status. Things with Curtis kind of fizzled out when you found his tongue down an intern’s throat. You had been bringing him dinner since he’d complained about the late nights at the office.
Turns out he was hungry for more than your baked ziti.
You explained all this to Dee, remembering the look on Curtis’ face when you poured the prepared food into his lap. He was so shook, it was beautiful.
“I didn’t want to waste all that food but he looked wonderful with my pasta all over his shirt and pants. He honestly deserved it. It was his favorite shirt too. I hope those stains never come out,” you huffed, feeling like you were right back in that office again.
“I have never been so proud of you. I wish I could put hot sauce in his underwear for hurting my girl. I’m sure if I just had a few minutes, I could come up with something more diabolical than that. But it’s what I have at a moment’s notice,” she retorted.
One thing you could always count on Dee for? Getting angry for you and using her beautiful and educated mind to come up with some way to make the person who slighted you pay for their misdeeds. It was both adorable and super embarrassing to have her tiny frame looking up into some bully’s face pointing her finger at them.
“Well, I appreciate your offer, but he is so not worth the energy. You have much better things to think about, like your wedding day. This is your cue to stop worrying about me, Dee,” you advised, a stern tone coloring your words.
“Fine, I will stop worrying about you out loud. You got it, girl. Anyway, I won’t hold you. Talk soon, ok? I miss you,” she said, and you could envision her getting bleary-eyed.
“I miss you too, Dee. We’ll get together soon, I promise,” you sighed, feeling guilty for letting your friendship dwindle over the years.
“I’ll hold you to it. Bye, babe,” she hummed.
“Bye.” You hang up the phone and close your eyes. Visions of what Dee will look like in her wedding dress cloud your thoughts. Little snippets of grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair seep in and you can almost hear his laugh again. You open your eyes, blinking away the mental images that brought you joy for a moment.
‘This is fine,’ you thought to yourself. Yeah, totally. You’re only going to see your best friend from childhood get married, effectively ending your childhood with a pretty bow on top. You also were only going to be with the biggest crush you ever had for like, an entire week.
And he’s single.
And probably needy.
And...you had better get your jaw up off the floor if you were going to get anything done.
Three months is enough time to get your brain, your body, and your emotions in check before you make a fool out of yourself in front of your second family.
Right?
January 20th, 2024 – Day One
Standing on the deck of the Hatteras Ferry, you watch as Ocracoke Island comes into view. The sun is at its highest and you are thankful for your sunglasses shielding the the bright sunlight bouncing off the crystal clear waters. You can taste the salty air and you are instantly transported to memories of running around the decks of this ferry with Deanne and Nick while your mothers tried in vain to wrangle you all.
The island comes into view and you search the docks for a familiar face. Dee promised to meet you at the docks, but when you approach them she is nowhere to be found. You pull your luggage behind you as your shoulder bag decides to slide off.
Before it can hit the ground, it’s caught by the strap by a strong hand at the same time you reach out to grab it. You thank the kind stranger as you both stand to your full height and you are face-to-face with a grown-ass Nicholas Fowler. He says something and you don’t hear hide nor hair of what the hell he just said, you look at him and break into a smile and he chuckles and speaks again.
“I hope you don’t mind Dee got me to pick you up. She had some wedding stuff to do. I wasn’t listening,” he explains, adjusting his sunglasses and putting your bag on his shoulder. He gestures over to his black Lamborghini Urus.
Once you walk over, he puts your shoulder bag in the back seat. You step closer to him to hand him your rolling luggage. You are mesmerized as his strong forearms flex when he puts everything in the SUV.
You clear your throat and look around when he looks back at you, catching you watching him. He closes the back door and guides you to the passenger side, opening your door for you.
“Oh, you’re a full-service driver today, huh?” you joke, stepping past him. Your platform espadrilles clacking on the asphalt. Adjusting your strapless sundress, you climb in.
“Whatever service you require, Gumdrop,” he replies with a smile, making sure you are comfortable before closing your door.
That fucking nickname… He would call you gumdrop instead of your name more often than not. That’s all, he didn’t mean anything by it, right?
When you are both buckled in, you start the drive across the island. Comfortable conversation is easy between you two. It’s like you fall back into a safe space with him. You talk about old vacations, funny moments, and what you both are up to these days. Neither of you mentions either of your failed relationships and you can’t keep the smile off of your face.
“Hey, we still have an hour until check-in. You wanna grab a bite or go to the beach or something?” he suggests.
“Are you sure they’re not waiting for us?” you counter, wondering if it’s a good idea to have a little moment with Nick all to yourself.
“I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. No pressure, just a suggestion,” he presses, taking a second to look over at you and smile that smile that has had you in a chokehold most of your life.
After thinking about it for all of five seconds, you agree to have lunch at Plum Pointe Kitchen. You enjoy a generous helping of Drunken Chicken nachos while Nick gets the VooDoo Shrimp PO’Boy. You share half of your meal, and Nick refuses to let you pay for anything.
Making your way to the Ocracoke Harbor Inn after lunch, you finally meet up with everyone. Dee is in mid-conversation with someone when she sees you and Nick pull up into the parking lot. She walks over to you and pulls you into a very tight embrace. It’s like everything was chaos before you got here.
“Oh my goodness, I am so glad you are here. How was the trip? Did you eat? Did Nick bore you? I’m sorry that I couldn’t come and meet you, but we had a little mishap with the reservation for the hotel and then I thought I left my wedding dress at home, and then we–”
You cut off Dee before she can work herself into a frenzy again, “Dee! Breathe. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. And is that Matthew? Introduce me already, would you?” you encourage, trying to get your friend’s mind off of the previous debacle and onto the man walking over.
Dee introduces you to Matthew and he charms you with the way he dotes on Dee. He seems like the type to be able to handle her rambling and intense emotions. How he looks at her while she speaks makes you miss having someone look at you like that.
“Well, it’s just about 3 o’clock now. Let’s get checked in and settled, then we can get together later?” Matthew chimes in.
“Sounds good,” Nick agrees, turning to you, “Go ahead and leave your stuff in my car. I’ll take you to your cottage after we are all checked in.” You nod, trying to hide your excitement.
Once you are done with the receptionist, you get your key and the wifi password to your cottage. While waiting for everyone else to get done, you fiddle on your phone until Nick’s shadow looms over you. Looking up, you are greeted with his eyes no longer shielded by his sunglasses in the dim lobby.
“You ready, Gumdrop? We still have some time before Mom and Dad show up. And I think I remember Dee saying she would call when she was ready to go out,” he concludes, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous about something. But you don’t push.
“All set,” you say, smiling up at him feeling bold enough to wrap your arm around his while you walk out of the lobby.
Dee shouts after you to behave yourselves and tense up a bit while Nick chuckles, seemingly amused by his sister’s thinly veiled comment on two single adults being close. Damn them.
Nick opens the passenger side door for you again, closing it once you are safely inside. He drives to the Margaritaville Cottage where he will stay with his parents during the trip. He instructs you to stay in the car while he just drops his bags off and is back outside in a few minutes.
The next stop is your cottage, called the Treasure Chest. You snicker at the name, thinking it sounded more like a pirate-themed strip joint. When Nick asks what you’re laughing about, you tell him your thoughts on the name of where you are staying. The slow smile that spreads on his face makes you involuntarily clench your thighs, wondering what his days-old stubble would feel like between your legs.
He tilts his head just slightly at you, then turns back to the road, smile still intact. Luckily the drive is short as the cottages are fairly close to one another. Nick parks in the driveway and you both get out and stretch your legs. He comes around and grabs your shoulder bag and luggage, motioning for you to lead the way.
Walking up the steps to the door, you unlock it and are welcomed by the scent of fresh linen. The central air of the cottage is just this side of perfect and you drop your purse on the dining room table. Turning around, you see Nick walking into a room off of the living room.
“Holy shit, you got a King-sized bed,” he shouts from the bedroom.
Walking in, you sit at the foot of the bed next to Nick and start to untie your shoes. He follows suit and turns to you biting his lip, a question at the tip of his tongue.
Facing him, you ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“No. I, uh...I’m surprised you haven’t asked yet,” he notes. At your confusion, he holds up his left ring finger. A band of untanned skin around the base clues you in that he’s talking about his divorce.
“Nicky, I would never make you talk about it. It can’t be easy in that situation. I mean, I only broke up with Curtis a few months ago and we were only together for six months. I couldn’t imagine how a divorce feels after how long you and Tori were together,” you insist, placing a hand on his knee.
He covers your hand with his and nods. “Mom and Dad are pretty good about it. They don’t ask me how I’m doing with that sad look in their eyes anymore. But Dee? Jesus, when I told her about the incident, she was out for blood. I had to end up calming her down. All because someone broke her big bro’s heart. Love her, but she can get a little carried away,” he finishes.
“This is not to make you feel like you need to share, but you mentioned “the incident” and now I’m curious. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up. But I caught Curtis with his tongue down another woman’s throat. I don’t know for sure how long it had been going on or if they had done anything else together, but I knew at that moment that I was done. I am worth more than that. And so are you, Nicky,” you encourage, feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders after finally talking about your breakup.
“My situation was similar. Tori had been cheating on me for the last two years of our marriage with her boss. I had a feeling something was up, just didn’t want to believe it was something like this,” he reveals, continuing, “But I am moving on, so to speak. I’m not holding out anymore for her to come crawling back to me with a sad story and all that. Even though I hope that she falls in a sinkhole.”
You both laugh and continue talking, taking your minds off of your breakups. You reminisce about all of the times you’ve stayed on the island during vacations. You giggle over dumb stories of you all as teens in high school, hiding weed from your parents and drinking on the beach til it was time to sneak back into the hotel.
You get an idea and you tell Nick to give you a minute before you go back into the living room to retrieve your purse. Coming back into the bedroom, you pull out a vape pen and wiggle it in front of Nick’s face, a devilish smirk on your lips.
“We’ll just take one hit each and we will be fine. Just a bit more mellow,” you offer, pulling him to the balcony off of the living room. You each occupy a wicker chair and you hand over the device.
“Gumdrop, you little devil,” he takes the pen from you and inhales, closing his eyes and holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out. The smoke dissipates quickly and you can see the weight lift off of his shoulders. Handing it back to you, he exhales loudly and leans back in his chair.
Putting the tip in your mouth, you hit the button and inhale. Warm vapor fills you and you release the button, holding in the smoke for a beat and then letting it out toward the sky. You put the pen down on the table between you and fold your legs under you, letting your dress cascade down.
Sitting in companionable silence with Nick feels great. Neither of you feels the need to talk while you listen to the sounds of nature around you. People walking around the cottages, cars driving by, and the distant waves from Pamlico Sound make you wish you had gone to the beach earlier.
“Fuck, that was only one hit and I feel like my bones are made of jelly,” you remark, swaying to a song that isn’t playing with your eyes closed.
Nick looks over to you and smiles, “Must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.”
You open your eyes and turn to him, your mouth twitches before you break out into uncontrollable laughter. Nick soon follows and you both are taken over by the giggles. You settle down soon enough, still feeling the buzzing calmness of being high.
“The world needs more people like you,” you beam.
“Nah, I like being unique,” he replies, his phone chiming. Picking up a video call from Dee, “Hey Sis.”
“Hey, me and Matt were gonna go for dinner and drinks, you in?” she asks.
“Yeah, that sounds...good,” Nick answers for himself while looking at you to get your answer.
“Ok, well get ready and meet us at Oyster Company. And tell my best friend that she is coming, no ifs, ands, or buts. See you both soon!” With that, she ends the call.
“So...our decision has been made for us. Do you need to change or anything?” Nick wonders, gesturing to your traveling attire.
“If I take this dress off, I am not going out. Besides, I like this dress. I think I look positively adorable. But I will change my shoes to something more comfortable,” you finish before Nick can comment on how he also likes your dress. You pick up the vape pen, make your way back to your luggage, and pull out some flat sandals.
Once you are ready, you make your way back outside and are surprised to see Dee and Matt parked on the street outside of your cottage. “We decided to pick you up. Matt is DD tonight, so we can all get a little loosey-goosey. Plus, I can always tell when Nick is high, so get in losers!”
Nick snorts, and you are mortified to be found out, but you quickly get over it once you are in the backseat of Matt’s Audi Q4. The short ride to the restaurant was spent with Nick’s left leg brushing against your right leg. He was either manspreading or he wanted to touch you and wanted to keep it under the radar.
Either way, you were excited to feel his warmth next to you.
When you make it to the restaurant, you sit at a high table and it almost feels like a double date. Especially when your waitress congratulates Dee and Matt on their wedding while remarking that you and Nick make a cute couple as well. Your face warms up and you suddenly feel like every eye is on you.
Nick comes to your rescue, answering the waitress with a smile, “My girl’s a bit shy, is all. Can we get a pitcher of beer for the table to start? And also two shots of Crown Royal Vanilla for me and the little lady. Thanks.”
If it was possible, you would have melted through the floor and evaporated, but instead, you just hide behind the menu until Nick pokes his head in.
“That wasn’t to embarrass you, I swear. But I got nervous that she was gonna try and flirt with me, so I dragged you under the proverbial bus with me,” he admits, his lopsided smile only making you want him more.
“Fine. You’ll just have to make it up to me,” you warn, a devious grin appearing on your face.
You put down your menu just as the waitress comes back with the drinks. Taking both shots, you hand one to Nick. Staring in each other’s eyes, you clink your shot glasses and then tap them on the table before taking the shot. The sweet burn of the liquor warms you from within while Nick’s eyes on you melt whatever nerves you had previously.
A cleared throat breaks your trance, your focus changing from Nick to Dee.
“I talked to Mom and Dad and they won’t get here ‘til Friday afternoon with the rest of the guests. Dad said he had a few things to take care of and not to worry. Of course, I worry tenfold because he told me not to,” Dee interjects, busying herself with pouring beer into her frosted glass.
“Baby, they’ll be here as soon as they can. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything,” Matt insists, moving a strand of hair away from Dee’s face before kissing her.
“Promise to keep me occupied?” she requests, a sinful smile on her face.
“I do,” he jokes, clearly proud of himself for making his fiancée blush.
“First of all, how dare you? Secondly, that was almost too cute so watch yourself,” she laughs.
You roll your eyes at the happy couple and smile, going back to looking over the menu. The waitress comes back to the table and takes your orders. Over the meal, you get to know Matt a bit more and you can see how Dee fell in love with him. He’s intelligent, funny, and charismatic. The way he talks about and to her makes you so happy to know your friend found love.
When they turn to talk to each other, you and Nick spark up a conversation about work. He tells you what he can about working for the government, keeping the specific details to himself. You regale him with stories of your time as a freelance writer. You’ve written for dozens of publications, but you just want to get your original works out there for people to enjoy.
After mentioning a few pieces you wrote for GQ, Nick expressed interest in reading your articles. You try and downplay your skills, but he presses you for the links. Taking out your phone, you realize that you don’t have his number.
While you exchange digits with Nick, you are too busy to notice Dee casting a sidelong glance and smiling to herself. You ramble on as you send him link after link of some of your favorites. With your face in your phone, you don’t notice the way Nick looks at you with a mix of pride and hunger.
“Well, I am ready to call it a night,” Dee yawns, getting everyone’s attention, “But I could use a nightcap. Who’s up for a trip to the ABC Store? We can make it before they close.”
Everyone agrees and after the check is paid, you all pile into Matt’s SUV for the quick drive to the liquor store. You browse the aisles for a bit by yourself. Filling up your basket with a bottle of wine, some whiskey, and a six-pack of hard seltzers, you surmise that this will sustain you for the week ahead and go in search of the others.
You find Nick in front of the beer cooler, hard at work trying to decide between a 12-pack of Sam Adams’ Cold Snap and Harpoon’s Long Thaw. You suggest he get both and he agrees.
Meeting Dee and Matt up at the front of the store, you stand next to Nick in line and he laughs at the contents of your shopping basket. He puts his beer up for the cashier to scan and has you do the same, paying for your items.
A little piece of you feels taken care of and you thank him while continuing to tell him he doesn’t have to. He just shushes you and says you can make it up to him later. Before your mind can think about what that might entail, the sale is rung and bagged. Nick picks up the beer and you grab the bag of your things.
Nick asks Matt to just drop him off at your cottage since he left his car there. His cottage is literally next door, but you’re not exactly gonna deny yourself the company. Dee and Matt drive away and you turn back to Nick. You both laugh nervously and you surprise yourself by speaking up.
“So, um. I was gonna have a weed and whiskey moment to myself, but I’d be willing to share if you’re interested,” you hint, watching as he weighs his options.
“Lead the way, Gumdrop,” he replies.
He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He puts his beer into the fridge along with your hard seltzer. You put the wine on the counter and take out the whiskey while Nick finds two short glasses in the cabinet. Pouring a generous amount in each one, he offers you a drink and you take a sip of the amber liquid.
Letting the whiskey sit in your mouth, you savor the hints of vanilla and spice. You reach in your purse for your vape pen and take a hit of it before offering it to Nick. Taking a long pull off of the pen, he exhales and you watch as his shoulders relax. You both take another sip of whiskey and revel in the dual flavors of the weed and whiskey.
You take your glass and the bottle, moving onto the patio off of the living room, and sit down in one of the wicker chairs while Nick takes the other. The conversation comes easily enough. Mostly high thoughts and random memories come to mind. After a while, you put on some music and when 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps comes on, you can’t help but dance in your chair.
Nick stares while you close your eyes and move your hands to the trip-hop classic. You spend the entire song moving to the downtempo beat and enjoying your crossfade. The trance you were under slowly dissipates as the song ends and Pendulum by FKA Twigs starts.
When you open your eyes, Nick is pulling you to stand up. You’re lost as to what he is doing until his hands go to yours, pulling them to rest around his neck while he holds your hips. As the song continues, you follow his slow lead and sway to the intimate and mesmerizing indie hit.
🎶
You're younger than I am broken
I dance feelings like they're spoken
So my conversation's not enough
So lonely trying to be yours
Running through sliding doors
So lonely trying to be yours
When you're looking for so much more
🎶
By the time the song ends, the heat between you is unmistakable. Your hand tangles in his hair when he pulls you impossibly closer. Mere centimeters separate your lips. All you would need is to lean just one step closer and you’d finally get to taste his kiss.
Nick beats you to it and his hands pull your face to his, crashing your lips together. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips and he swallows it adding in his own grunts and groans. Kiss after kiss, you radiate carnality and passion.
Breaking the kiss, you watch as he licks his puffy bottom lip. You take in a breath of air and prepare to dive back in but Nick voices his thoughts.
“You are gonna be the death of me, Gumdrop,” he sighs, and at your brows furrowing he continues, “You’ve only been back in my life for a day and I’m already thinking of ways to keep you in it. Don’t hate me, but I think we should chill out, just for tonight. I swear, if you still want this by tomorrow night, I am all yours. But you better be all mine. Please, tell me you can wait for me?”
“Tomorrow night and you’re all mine?” you plead, and he nods.
“Less than 24 hours, baby. Show me that these feelings aren’t just from the substances in our system,” he insists, and you wanna fuck him even more now after he says that.
You nod and he speaks up, “Need to hear your words, baby, like a big girl.”
“Fuck...yes, I can wait. I can wait for you, Nicky,” you whimper and he rests his forehead against yours.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, lifting his head from yours, “Now, why don’t we call it a night before I go back on my word? You look so good in this dress and I really wanna be good.”
Agreeing with him, you clean up your empty glasses and move the bottle to the counter next to the wine. Nick pulls you into him one last time, snaking a hand down to your ass and grabbing a hefty portion of it before a hardy slap lands on your left cheek. He only snickers at your yelp and nibbles on your bottom lip.
“Keep that same energy for me because tomorrow I’m not holding back,” he vows, and if you weren’t leaning into him, your legs would’ve surely buckled. If he notices the tremble go through your body, he makes no mention of it and for that you are grateful.
“Goodnight, Nicky,” you hum.
“Sleep tight, Gumdrop. And do me a favor?” he challenges, at your nod he continues, “Save it for me. I’m gonna take care of you tomorrow, so no need to touch that kitty tonight, right?”
You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Right.”
He leaves and once the door is closed, you lean back against it, your hand going to your neck where your pulse is playing a sick beat against your skin.
Less than 24 hours, you think. You got this.
That night, you dream of grayish-blue eyes and large hands roaming your body.
January 21st, 2024 – Day Two
You wake just before 10:30 am and are greeted with a good morning text from Nick. He lets you know that he is taking you out, just the two of you. Since Dee and Matt are enjoying a couple’s spa package, he figures it would only be right to hit some of your favorite places on the island.
You are dressed and out the door by noon. Nick takes you to pick up lunch at Taqueria 504 Suazo’s and you drive out to rent a Jeep Gladiator at for a few hours to drive on the beach. One of the best things about this island is that everything is so close. After 5 minutes, you are at your destination.
Nick drives out a ways past the other people enjoying the off-season and stops about a minute after the last two fishermen you see. Guess he wanted a secluded spot, you think to yourself. While you get the food, Nick grabs the beach chairs and umbrella that he rented. The ocean breeze is agreeable enough, but you are glad that you brought a thin sweater to keep the chill off.
Once you sit down, you hand over Nick’s food and he digs into his burrito while you munch on your fish tacos. When your meal is finished, Nick puts your leftovers in the Gladiator and lets down the truck bed. He beckons you over and helps you sit on the edge and he climbs up and sits next to you while you both look at the water.
“Ya know, the last time we came out here I was just finishing my third year at Virginia Tech. You and Dee were seniors. I remember hoping upon hope that you would apply to VT and I remember you telling me you were accepting a scholarship from Princeton. I just sucked it up and congratulated you. Even though I was hoping you would understand why I wanted you close, I was so proud of you for venturing off on your own. You were always one to go after what you wanted. I just couldn’t stop wanting to be what you wanted,” he confesses, looking off into the water.
“I wanted you, Nicky. Trust me, I did. But I was so afraid that I had a dumb little crush on someone who would never see me as someone other than his little sister’s best friend. The last time I saw you, I thought it was right to push away the idea of you ever having feelings for me. I also may have been afraid of what Dee would say. She’s kind of protective over both of us, ya know?” you finish.
“That girl can be a vicious little thing when she wants to,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “But don’t you think it’s kind of a sign that she had me pick you up from the ferry? And how suddenly today, we have a free schedule to do whatever we want together? I know my sister, and she’s done this before. She matched me up with my high school girlfriend, Beth.”
“Ugh, Beth with the braces and bangs. I used to call her Triple B behind your back. I hated her so much,” you mutter, trying to push the image of them kissing out of your mind.
“Yeah, well. I knew you hated her, but me being an idiot teenager didn’t exactly know that meant you liked me. I just thought you didn’t like her because she was kind of a bitch. She was plenty nice to me, but she could be...a little scary, at times,” he laughs, surprising himself.
“So...you think Dee would be ok with...this?” you say, gesturing between the two of you.
“I just think there is no way she would let us be alone together if she wasn’t halfway hoping it would work out,” he guesses, “Plus, honestly? We’re adults. We’re allowed to go after what makes us happy.”
A slow smile spreads across your face and you pull Nick in for a kiss. You don’t want to jinx it but he makes you happy too. The way he looks at you like you hung the moon, the way he listens to you and asks questions and the way he kisses you?
It just has to be real.
Packing up your beach equipment, you head back to drop off everything. Getting back into his SUV, you head around the island and view some of the sights. You go shopping and pick up some new knick knacks to take home. Visiting the lighthouse, you take some photos and make sure to bring Dee and Matt here before you leave the island.
Since most of the island’s restaurants are closed on Sundays, you venture to Ocracoke Variety Store and opt for cooking dinner together. After you have all the ingredients you need for a simple fish fry, you head back to your cottage and you and Nick get your hands dirty.
You have him cutting up potatoes for steak fries while you are preparing the batter for the fish. When dinner is ready, you sit at the dining room table with soft music playing in the background. While Nick wanted to take you out for your first date, he could appreciate the quiet setting with just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.
Finishing your meal, Nick takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile and warmth radiates in your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but you wish you had a little liquid courage right now. But the nerves you feel only cement that this is happening.
He pulls you up from your seat, the hunger in his eyes evident from his blown-wide pupils. Leading you into the bedroom, he stops just short of the end of the bed. Standing behind you as you face the bed, he runs his hands down your bare arms and whispers in your ear.
“I cannot wait to take you apart, Gumdrop. But,” he starts, turning you around to face him, “First, I just want to take my time and worship this beautiful body I know you’re hiding from me.”
If he wasn’t holding you up, you would have melted into the carpet. But he’s there with firm hands and a gentle grip. Helping you out of your dress, he lays it on the chair in the corner. Coming back, he admires the white lace bra and panty set that accentuates your body shape.
His lips come back to yours, tasting your desire and wantonness with every kiss. Wrapping an arm around you, he guides you to lay back on the bed while maintaining the liplock. He kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hand unclasps your bra and removes it from your body.
Laying a kiss between your breasts draws a quick inhale from you. You can tell he’s proud of himself when he looks up at you while he licks one pert nipple, the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucks on it as if he could siphon gold from your tits. Switching to the other, he gives it the same attention.
The noises that come from him as he plays with your breasts are enough to make you shiver. He whimpers when you moan and throw your head back. He groans when he kisses down your belly, stopping to look up at you before he plants a quick kiss upon your covered mound.
He pulls down your panties at such an agonizing speed. Nick has to squeeze his dick through his pants when a string of your wetness stretches from your pussy to your underwear. Spreading your legs apart, he feasts on the view of your lips opening like a flower before him.
He wanted to go slow, he really did. But once he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your swollen nub, he is mesmerized by the taste of you. He goes back and forth between sucking on your button and lapping up whatever nectar drips from you. You can feel yourself inching toward the finish line, and he is right there to talk you through it.
“Fuck...you taste like Heaven...that’s right, baby...let go and cum for me like a good girl,” he commands between licks and kisses.
You’re nothing if not a good listener and seconds later, your walls are clamping around his fingers. You’ve never cum like this before and it washes over you like a warm waterfall. He removes his fingers from your wet opening and sucks them clean before moving up the bed to kiss you.
Tasting yourself on his tongue, you are beyond turned on. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, you pull at the button of his pants.
“Use your words,” he urges, his hands stopping yours from moving further.
“Need to feel you, Nick. Please fuck me,” you beg, all thoughts gone from your head.
“There’s my good girl,” he replies, standing up from the bed to undress fully. Climbing back on the bed, he kneels between your legs. He strokes himself slowly, eight inches of uncut cock staring you in the face. He squeezes the base and you can tell he is just as excited as you are.
You crook a finger at him and once again, he is on top of you. With nothing between you, you’re impossibly close and you only want to get closer. Your hand soon finds his erection and he hisses at the contact, groaning when you stroke him.
He leans on one forearm while his other hand guides his tip between your lips, gathering some of your slick before entering you. You both groan loudly once he is fully settled inside you.
“You good, baby?” he asks, anxious to start moving his hips.
“God, yes. Fuck me, Nicky,” you plead, feeling so full when you arch your back.
Foregoing words, Nick retracts his hips and thrusts into you. The wet squelch as he fucks you is music to your ears, just like the way he tells you how beautiful you are in between kisses. He uses your breasts as handholds while he pummels your snatch.
The way he looks into your eyes while he plunges inside you excites you so much that you don’t even notice when a tear escapes your eye. He kisses it away, trailing his lips to your neck where he sucks at your pulse point. At this point, you couldn't care less about a hickey. You just want to be his.
Your next orgasm surprises you and you squeeze his cock from the inside, coating him in your cream.
“Good girl, coming all over my fucking dick. Feels so fucking good when you tighten around me like that. You are taking me so well, Gumdrop. Yes. You. Are,” he grunts, punctuating the last three words with deep thrusts inside you.
Flipping you over so you are on top, Nick grabs your hips and you start to ride him. You bounce on his cock like it’s the last time you get to fuck. By the mewls coming from him, you are doing it just right.
You feel another climax on its way, slowly building up in your core. Nick swats your hand away when you go to rub your clit. He licks his thumb and massages your neglected pearl until you are unable to hold it in any longer. The dual stimulation is too much and you gush, soaking Nick’s abdomen and your thighs.
“Oh fuck, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me. You must want my cum inside you with the way you’re...riding my dick. Shit, baby, I’m gonna blow. Where do you want it, baby?” he asks, you reply by doubling down on your hip motions.
“Right there, Nicky. Cum inside me, please,” you implore breathlessly.
“Yes, baby. Gonna cum for you, gonna fill you up so good. Ugh, fuck, here it comes,” he whimpers, his hold on your hips so tight to keep you close to him.
You feel every twitch of his cock, his muscles pulling taut across his arms and chest as he floods your canal. Your name on his lips as he comes down is a badge of honor. Yes, you did that shit.
He pulls you down to kiss him, shallow thrusts keeping him semi-hard before he pulls out. He lays you down next to him, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. You start to fall asleep but you can feel Nick moving off the bed. Your hand shoots out to grab for him, but he shushes you.
He goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running before he comes out with a wet washcloth. Wiping down your sensitive folds, he takes care of you so well. Putting the washcloth back in the bathroom, he comes back and helps you get under the covers and he snuggles in with you.
With your arms and legs entangled in one another, you drift off peacefully.
January 22nd – January 26th 2024
The days before the wedding are spent enjoying the island with Nick, Dee, and Matt before the other guests arrive. More than once, Dee has cornered both you and Nick, asking embarrassing questions. You both say nothing, feigning ignorance even though Nick has moved into your cottage over the week, abandoning the cottage that he was supposed to share with his parents.
That being said, once his parents do finally make it to the island, he doesn’t even try and act like he isn’t staying with you. The smile on his father’s face says it all, he approves. His mother is far too preoccupied with getting everyone together for the wedding rehearsal to notice anything.
That is until she catches you and Nick making heart eyes at each other as you stand in for the Bride and Groom in rehearsal. Yes, it was a bit too soon to be playing Wedding Day with a man whose divorce is less than 100 days old.
But when you know, you know.
At dinner, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you don’t notice Nick following after you. Before you can enter the ladies’ room, a hand on your arm pulls you into the nearby gender-neutral bathroom.
You turn around and are met with hungry eyes before he descends upon you. Turning you around to face the mirror, he puts your hands on the sink and sinks to his knees, his hands roaming under your dress and up your legs until he pulls down your panties. He pulls out his already hard dick and pumps himself a few times before sliding inside you.
“Don’t fucking move, baby. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, and your hands stay right where they are. You thought you could get away with teasing me in this tight fucking dress,” he breathes, “I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you til you’re dripping for me like the good girl I know you can be.”
When he places his hands on your hips, he begins a steady pace. He watches you in the mirror as your orgasm takes you over without warning. You squeeze him, your walls fluttering and coaxing him to follow you when you cover him in your juices.
But he surprises you when he pulls out and pulls your panties back up. When you turn around to ask why, he only kisses you and whispers in your ear, “I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” That only fills you with a little dread, your legs still wobbly as Nick tucks himself away and straightens his outfit. “Can’t have them knowing I just got my dick wet, right baby? See you back out there.”
He exits the bathroom and leaves you with slick running down your legs and your brain falling out of your ears. And he’s worried about you being the death of him?
You straighten yourself and use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Once back in the banquet hall, you pray to any god who will listen that you don’t look like you just got some dick. You see Nick and Matt in a conversation like he’d been here the whole time. When Dee asks why you look flustered, you lie and say you’re just a bit tired.
Nick overhears you talking to Dee and interjects himself into the conversation, “Why don’t we go get some fresh air? Don’t worry, Sis, I’ll take care of her.” Helping you out of your chair, you both say goodnight to those at dinner.
Nick takes you back to the cottage, pulling you behind him as he walks out onto the balcony. Crashing his lips to yours, his hands scrunch up the fabric of your dress until you feel the night air chill your skin.
“Hands on the railing, baby,” he says, peeling your soaked panties from you.
Nick’s pushing inside you in the next breath and it’s like he belonged there all along. Holding onto your hips, he begins his onslaught. All you can do is hold yourself up and be happy that no one is walking down this road because fuck they would be able to see you getting absolutely railed without abandon.
Your grip on the railing is faltering as he slams into you and he takes pity on you. He uses the grip on your hips to pull you back so you sit on his lap while he sits in the wicker chair. He moves you up and down on his dick while saying the filthiest things to you.
Once your climax hits, his pace falters and he thrusts up into you. His tip hits your cervix as he pumps you full. He holds you against him and kisses up your neck as you lay back on his chest. For a few moments, all you both can do is breathe and caress each other.
His dick slips free of you and you feel his load dripping from your thoroughly used hole.
“Come with me back to Virginia,” he whispers, surprising both of you, “Don’t say no just yet. Think about it. We don’t leave for a couple of days. I have not been this happy in a very long while and I think I make you happy too. Just think about it, Gumdrop.”
A million things go through your head at the thought of giving up your life in New Jersey. This was a big step after only a week of playing house. Your brain comes up with so many what-ifs and reasons to not leap. But then one thought sticks, and you smile.
When you know, you know.
January 27th, 2024 – Wedding Day
You were never a big crier, but you shed many tears watching your childhood best friend marry the love of her life. It fills you with hope that everything does happen for a reason. While listening to their vows, you wonder if you could ever make that type of commitment. At that moment, Nick squeezes your hand and you smile up at him. Like he could read your mind, he seems to always know what to do to give you comfort.
Then again, he has known you most of his life. And when you think about it, it has always been him. A distant memory replays in your head of him simply putting a band-aid on your skinned knee when you were nine and he was twelve. Even then, he was there for you with a smile and a friendly hug.
The wedding reception is an all-out party but you expect nothing less from the Fowlers. The music, the food, and the atmosphere are perfect. Dee enjoys herself and is just happy to be married to Matt. And you are so happy for her, to see her without a care in the world.
Nick focuses on you the entire night, making sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need. You sit in his lap, effectively confirming any rumors that may have spread about you two. His hand on your knee is warm and you want to sneak out of here and take him to the nearest closet. But he doesn’t let you move an inch once he has you in his clutches.
The wedding photographer snaps a pic of you squealing when Nick plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. The guests around you simultaneously swoon and groan, depending on their relationship status. Not that you care, you had your man. That’s all that matters.
After the wedding, you and Nick sneak off to a secluded area of the beach to look up at the stars. Taking off your shoes, you don’t mind the sand between your toes. You spend most of the night on the beach, just enjoying each other’s company under the moon.
You are lucky enough to see a few shooting stars, and you can’t stop yourself from making a wish or two. Wondering if Nick made a wish, you open your mouth to ask him but close it just as quickly. You know his wish already and only you could make it come true.
Coming back to the cottage is bittersweet. The last night of your vacation is spent lying naked with Nick. No sex, just intimate cuddling. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, and you couldn’t deny yourself this feeling.
January 28th, 2024
You’re nervous all morning and Nick tries his best to keep your mind off leaving the island. But all you want to do is spend all day in bed with him.
Saying goodbye to Dee that day is full of teary-eyed hand-holding, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You hug her mother and father and thank them for inviting you.
Nick drives you to the ferry, thinking for all the world that this is the last time he will see you. But like you continue to do, you surprise him when he’s helping you with your bags.
“So, I have some things to clear up in Jersey, but I was thinking Valentine’s Day is just a couple of weeks away. You can come to my place and we can spend some time together. I may not be ready to move 7 hours away just yet. But I know that I am not ready to be without you. I want you to know that I want this, whatever this is,” you admit, gesturing between the two of you.
“I can be amenable to that. On one condition,” he offers, taking your hands in his.
“And what is that one condition, Nicky?” you press, wondering what else he could want or if your terms weren’t enough.
“When we are with each other again, I get to call you my girl. That’s it. Be mine, and all that?” he laughs, watching as the frown lines on your forehead disappear and a smile grows on your face.
“You had me for a second, Nicky. But, why wait? I’m all yours already. Plus, I’ve already planted my flag in your back pocket,” you tease, snaking your hand around to goose him.
“So that would make me your man, then? And you’re my girl. Makes me wanna ask what made you decide to try this with me?” he hesitates, half wanting an answer and the other half just happy that you said yes.
“Hey, like I always say,” you start, wrapping your arms around his neck, “When you know, you know.”
END…?
A/N: All of the places in this story are real, this is not an advertisement for Ocracoke Island, NC btw. I just loved vacationing here so much, that I wanted to use it in a story lol.
**Tag List** (since I never wrote for Nick, I didn't know who else to tag)
