warnings: mentions of alcohol, drug use (weed), lowkey public grinding? lmao, hedonist noah is a BIITCH and frat!nick is a sweetie <3
this was the most fun ive ever had writing anything!! me and shayla have been talking about this FOREVER, and i'm so happy we finally WROTE IT TOGETHER ON A GOOGLE DOC LMAO but this is just something super fun and silly!! and mostly aimed at the ruffilo girlies <3 there will be a part two posted on her account sometime soon :) (once we've written it lmao)
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A frat party? There was no way Noah was serious but boy was he. They’re pretty much his natural habitat at this point. Hot girls, booze, drugs and not to forget his homeboy Nick. Somehow Noah had convinced you to go with him so in all your defeat here you were, standing in front of the mirror, debating on which outfit to wear tonight. You’ve already changed twice… but then your phone buzzed from where you left it on your bed. You glanced over your shoulder and caught Noah’s name on the screen.
Noah: Hey babe
Noah: Uh so I’m running a little late, you good to make your own way?
Y/n: Seriously? Noah I don’t know anybody there thats gonna be awkward as fuck…
Noah: It’s fine, Nick’s gonna be there. You remember him right?
Overwhelmed and already annoyed, you give up on texting and decide to call him instead. A few rings and he’s on the other side.
Noah: Hello? What’s up?
Y/n: Noah, can’t you just close early? I hardly remember Nick, walking in on my own is gonna be so embarrassing..
Noah: Relax… I’ll come straight there when I’m done, okay?
You sighed, about to argue until you heard something… It could’ve just been interference but you could’ve sworn you heard a girl's voice in the background.
Y/n: Noah? Who are you with?
Noah: Hm? Oh no one baby just a client, gotta go, see you there yeah?
*hangs up*
With a deep huff you put your music on and went back to picking out an outfit. Noah had mentioned something about “dressing sexy” but this guy would use anything as an excuse to see you dressed up let's be real, but this time you decided to listen. Settling for a tight black dress and matching heels, you sprayed yourself in your nicest perfume and took a step back from the mirror. One last swipe of lipgloss and a few selfies later, you were just about ready. Grabbing your purse and throwing a few things inside, you lock up behind you, and look through your messages with Noah to find the address… it’s not too far. But you’re not walking there in these heels.
Reluctantly, you text Noah again asking for money for an uber, since he was gonna be your ride. But he wasn’t getting back to you. Your mind immediately started thinking of all the things he could’ve been up to right now, if he was with another girl or if he really was working on that car (doubt it). It wasn’t like the two of you were together, so if he could flirt with other people, if he could fuck other people… then so could you!
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You weren’t sure what to expect when you got to the party, but you could hear the music from the end of the street. You hesitated for a second by the door- you were supposed to be coming here with him, not by yourself. But you shake the thought off with a sigh and push the door open, before stepping inside.
The house was packed with people. You were looking around, searching people’s faces until you recognised one of them. As you walked through the house, you spotted some guys standing by the back door in the kitchen. It was Noah’s best friends- or a couple of them. You’ve met a few of them before, you’ve been to a few Bad Omens rehearsals, seen a couple of the guys at the shop once or twice, but you felt a little nervous to approach them tonight without Noah by your side.
You notice one of the guys smile and wave you over. Shoving past people and worming your way through the crowd you finally reached the kitchen. Jesse and Nick both turned their heads as you approached, with a nervous smile.
“Oh, hey!” Nick smiled, putting his drink down on the counter beside him, “Noah said you two were coming tonight-”
“Noah’s here?” Jesse asked, glancing past you but you shook your head.
“He said he’s gonna be late.” You explained, “He had to stay late at work apparently.”
Nick met your eyes, giving you a knowing look, and a small nod. Like he was saying yeah, that sounds like him.
“You wanna drink?” He asked, already turning to all the bottles lined up on the counter.
“Please.” You smiled, and he was already moving. He grabbed a cup and started pouring something together. You leaned back against the counter, watching him.
Sure you’ve spent time with Nick before, but you never really took him in like you were doing now. His dark hair was tucked under a beanie, he had the sleeves of his flannel shirt pushed up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos inked across his arms. You didn’t realise you were staring until he glanced over and caught you looking.
“What?” He asked, an almost shy smile tugging at his lips as he passed the cup over to you.
“Nothing.” You said, a little teasing before taking a sip.
He looked as if he was almost blushing, but it was hard to tell under the flickering LED lights above you.
“So.. all alone then?” Nick asks, eyeing you up and down.
“I guess” you shrug
“You know..” he starts, moving a little closer and off of the counter “It’s dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be here, these kinda parties, all alone.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that, with a soft chuckle.
“Are you offering to look after me then?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes, the tiniest smirk creeping onto your face.
That threw him off a little, and you watched him try to act casual about it. But you could see what you did to him. He’s not used to girls flirting back, not unless they’re easy or drunk, which is more Noah's type usually.
“Maybes…” He says, taking the last sip from his cup. You couldn’t help but grin at his reaction, you swear his cheeks looked a little pink. Whatever, it was probably just the alcohol and you were probably just overthinking it…
The song that had been playing finished, and as soon as the next song started, you gasped, a wide smile spreading across your face as you looked up at Nick.
“Oh my god, I love this song!” You said, already reaching for his hand, “C’mon, you’re dancing with me.”
“Oh I don’t dance.” He chuckled, shaking his head. But then you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“So you’re gonna let me go in there alone?” You teased.
He rolled his eyes, saying nothing but keeping hold of your hand and following you through to the main room where everyone was. A smoke machine made it kinda hard to see but that could’ve also been just the sheer amount of people vaping and smoking up in here. The place looked like something straight out of euphoria, so stereotypically laid out, the same LED lights, bottles and cups carelessly thrown and decorated everywhere, music thumping loud enough to rattle the floor, it was almost laughable.
You pull Nick closer, still holding his hand, already moving to the beat. But he looked a little awkward, almost nervous even.
“Relax,” you laugh, looking up at him, snaking your arms around his neck while his hovered just below your waist. “Just follow my lead ‘kay?”
And so he did, he tried his best to loosen up a little, though he still looked a bit stiff, and unsure of where to put his hands. But you didn’t give him time to overthink it, you just stepped even closer, trying your best to guide him, however you couldn’t help but laugh when he hesitated.
“See? Not so bad.” You grinned.
Nick huffed a quiet laugh, and you could feel him relax. And for a moment it’s fun, you forget about Noah, about everything except the music and the way Nick’s hands feel. They’re softer than Noah’s. Slightly smaller. His fingers slightly more slender.
But then…
Bump!
Someone walked straight into the both of you. Your drink splashed, the cold liquid soaking into the front of your dress.
“What the fuck?!” You gasped, instantly pulling away to glance down at yourself. Thankfully your dress was black, so it wouldn’t show…
You look up to meet eyes with the culprit.
“Oh sup davis man!” Nick shouts over the music, dabbing him.
“Nick?! The fuck?” you look at him confused. Is he serious right now?
“Oh shit my bad…” He winces, looking away in embarrassment
“Heeyyy im really sorry, l-let me get you another” Davis slurs, clearly too drunk to even speak straight, let alone go fetch another drink.
You roll your eyes in defeat, huffing “No its fine i’ll just clean it”.
Nick shook his head, quickly stepping in.
“I’ll help… c’mon, let's go to the bathroom.” He said, already starting to guide you. You let him lead you towards the hallway.
The bathroom door was unlocked, and as Nick pushed it open…
“Well shit!” Nick laughed, and as you peeked past him you saw Matt clutching on to the sink, his head thrown back a little with a girl on her knees in front of him.
You gasped and quickly turned away, but Nick just laughed.
“Yeah man!!” Nick giggles.
As you were about to swing the door shut you notice Nick bro-fisting Matt?? I swear…
You stare at him completely dumbfounded, to which Nick just shrugs “Game is game”.
You sigh, glancing back down at your dress.
“So what now?”
“Uh…” Nick scratched the back of his neck, “I know, follow me.”
So you did. You followed him through the house again, annoyed but mostly amused at the way the whole night was turning out so far. You watched him grab a handful of paper towels- definitely a lot more than necessary- then nodded to the back door.
“C’mon.” He said, already holding the door open for you.
You follow him out, and the cold night air makes you shiver. It was quieter out here, but you could hear chatter coming from the distance, and when you glanced over you saw a couple guys by the firepit. You and Nick wandered over, spotting Folio slouched back in one of the chairs. His tshirt was nowhere to be found, and there was a blunt between his fingers, he took a drag before glancing up at the two of you. He said nothing but instead, flicked his head up to offer the joint to Nick, to which he accepted.
The fire was comforting, not too hot but just warm enough to take away the bitterness of the night. There the three of you were, folio manspread on a chair - high as fuck staring into the flames, Nick shuffling closer and taking the longest drag you’d ever seen and lastly you holding your dress down, watching nick mesmerised, almost in a trance.
The paper towels in your hands were long forgotten, and you couldn’t help but stare. Fuck he was so beautiful.
Nick passed the joint back to Folio, but as he handed it over, he looked back over and caught the way you were looking at him.
“You gonna keep staring?” Nick asked, a lazy smirk spread across his face.
You didn’t look away though, you just smiled at him, taking in the way he looked in the warm light of the fire.
“You got a problem with that?” You teased. And this time Nick wasn’t shy about it.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the back door opened again, and Jesse appeared, calling out Folio’s name.
“Dude I need you for a sec!” Jesse shouted, making Folio groan.
“For what?”
“Just come here man!” Jesse insisted, already disappearing back inside.
Folio let out a long sigh, handing the joint back out to Nick before pushing himself up off the chair and heading inside, the door swinging shut behind him.
And just like that, the two of you were all alone…
You felt Nick’s eyes on you.
“Want sum?” he asked through half lidded eyes.
“Oh no thanks I uhm, I’m good” you shook your head.
“What, never done it before hmm?”
“Well, not really no. Kinda scares me” your face flushed in sheer embarrassment .
“It’s not a big deal… just don’t overthink it.” Nick said, smiling a little softer now, but you were still unsure. He could sense the hesitation, and instead he bit his lip in thought, before shifting a little in his seat. “C’mere.”
You felt your cheeks heat up from his sudden confidence boost- maybe it was the alcohol, or the weed, either way you didn’t care. He held a hand out, and you let him guide you into his lap.
“Relax,” Nick says as you feel your heart racing in your chest, “I just thought we could try it like this…”
Your eyebrows draw together, and you let out a little confused laugh.
“Like what?”
He doesn’t say anything at first, he just lets his thumb stroke your hip over the fabric of your dress before asking quietly.
“Do you trust me?”
You swallow hard, but nod your head, bracing your hand on his chest. He brings the joint up to his lips again.
“Just breathe in when I tell you, okay?”
You nodded again, and he took another drag. Your heart was beating so fast you were certain even he could hear it.
“I’ve got you.” He added before he slowly started to lean in.
You feel dizzy as he leans in closer, and instinctively, you move to close the space between you, until your lips almost touch.
“Now.” Nick whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.
You parted your lips, and he softly exhaled the smoke towards you. You breathed it in, your breath catching as his hand tightened a little on you, like he was making sure you’re okay.
Your hands moved from his chest, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. You let your eyes fall shut, holding the smoke in your mouth for a second before pulling back, coughing a little as you let it back out.
“Easy,” Nick chuckled, his eyes meeting yours again. “You good?”
You nod your head, smiling at him, a little dazed.
“Yeah,” you say, “I’m good.”
But you don’t move. And neither does he.
Your faces are still close, your arms still around his neck, his hands still holding you in his lap. You notice the way his eyes drift down to your lips for a second, but so do yours.
And that was all it took. He leaned in slowly, almost like he was giving you time to pull away if you want to- but you don’t. Again, you close the space until your lips meet his, properly this time. You kiss him softly at first, like neither of you are sure how far this is going to go…
But then you shift in his lap, and something in him gives. He pulls you in even closer by your waist as the kiss deepens, and you even feel as he smiles into it, making your stomach flip.
His tongue flickers at your bottom lip, making you whine out unexpectedly. He smirks at your sounds, tugging at your lip and gaining access. The kiss now hot, heavy, heated. His hands settling above your ass, slowly yet still cautiously rubbing smooth circles, helping you to grind into him. Suddenly you don’t know what’s hotter, him or the fire right beside you. His lips tasted like beer and weed, and you never thought that combination would make you feel so dizzy. You roll your hips and tug at his shirt, a little needy. His hands fumbling, still trying to be polite and not overstep any boundaries you’re holding.
“Fuck Nick..” you moan almost uncontrollably.
“Yeah?” he coo’s into your ear, leaving small kisses and bites down your neck.
You bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from turning into putty right there in his lap. Everything else didn’t matter at this moment in time, you didn’t care who saw or who heard. Ruffilo’s eyes were at perfect level with your boobs (uh huh) to which you caught him staring, almost drooling. You smirked and blushed, wanting to shy away. He gave you a small look, almost asking for permission before he leaned in and made soft yet harsh kisses over your chest. Your head rolled back, back arched, lips parted and eyes fell closed yet again. You couldn't help but keep grinding your hips, the feeling of Nick beneath you squirming was almost devilish.
And then, a voice came out of nowhere.
“You having fun, baby?”
You pulled back suddenly, looking over, and your eyes met with Noah’s. He was standing a few feet away, his arms crossed, an almost amused expression on his face- but his eyes were locked on you.
You were still panting, still trying to catch your breath.
“Noah-”
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt.” He says, letting out a small humourless laugh. He wasn’t angry, to your surprise. If anything, he seemed… interested.
He stepped a little closer, and stopped right in front of you. Close enough that you can smell the scent of his cologne mixed with the smoke in the air. His fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face up slightly so you were looking at him.
“Didn’t think you had it in you.” He said, almost teasing in the way he spoke.
You didn’t know what to say to that, still dazed from everything that happened, mixed with the alcohol and weed. But then Noah finally looked at Nick- or the joint in his hand to be more precise.
“You gonna pass that?” Noah asked, and with a nod Nick handed it over, his other hand still holding you close.
Noah met your eyes as he brought it up to his lips, taking a long, slow drag. Then as he blew the smoke out, his other hand slid up, cupping your face before he leaned down. He kissed you with no hesitation, he wasn’t tentative or slow, it was like he was reminding you exactly who he is to you.
You felt Nick go still beneath you, the way he wasn’t sure how to touch you anymore, like he found himself in the middle of something he didn’t expect to be a part of… but even as you kissed Noah, your hands were still on him, your hips were still rolling against his.
Noah’s greed and possessiveness taking over, forcing you to match his tempo. Rough yet slow, almost mocking you. It was pathetic how needy you were, sat between the pair of them yet so desperate for the two, at the same time. Your nails sank into Nick's thighs in response to Noah delving deeper into your mouth. Ruffilo’s mouth quivered as his breath became shaky, both in anxiety and pure desperation. He was so hard it was starting to physically hurt. He’d been toyed with, teased and tormented the second he set eyes on you in that dress. His eyes flickered between your mouth, breasts, thighs and god anything else he could make out in this low light.
And you could feel it. You could feel the way his breathing changed each time you rocked your hips, each time you even touched him. It was like he couldn’t control himself.
“Let’s go somewhere else…” Noah said against your lips after a moment, making you pull back.
Nick, beneath you, tensed as if he was unsure. Noah, in front of you, was waiting for you to say something, that stupid cocky smirk on his face like he knew you’d follow him upstairs.
But you didn’t want just him.
You looked up at Noah, at the way he glanced down at you with that confident look on his face, then slowly, you looked back down at Nick.
“You coming?” You ask him with a little teasing smile.
That clearly surprised him, but he couldn’t nod his head quick enough. You giggled a little at that before looking back up at Noah.
“You okay with that?” You asked him, and he also nodded with no hesitation.
“Of course,” he says with a shit-eating grin, “If you think you can handle the both of us...”
Imagine making a home-cooked meal for [insert fav Bad Omens boy here] when he gets home from tour. It's really late and he fully expected you to be asleep already but you're in the kitchen making a meal for him. You know he probably hasn't had a proper meal in weeks.
You don't hear him come in, you just feel his arms wrap around you from behind.
"I thought you'd be asleep already," he'd say burying his face in your hair.
You awkwardly turn around and wrap your hands around his neck.
"You deserve a good meal after a long tour." You give him a soft kiss on his lips that quickly turns heated. Not only has he not had a proper meal in over a month, but he also hasn't had you in over a month.
You pull away, telling him to wait till after dinner cuz the food's gonna get cold. He looks you up and down, a smirk on his face before asking if he "could have dessert before dinner".
Maybe reader and all the omens boys.. either dating one of them and shared or whatever you would like… I’m a whore so either way I’ll enjoy🙃
Let me just tell you: When an idea for this finally popped into my head, I was so excited to start writing. In fact, I wrote it at work and quickly closed the document anytime my boss came over to my desk. This might just be my new precious lil thing. I honestly love the reader's polycule relationship with the Omens so so much. If you lovely and amazing readers like it, I think I can be persuaded to write another scenario with them...
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Living with all four members of Bad Omens is interesting enough on its own. There’s never a dull day with them. If it’s not something with the music or an upcoming tour, then it’s silly drama between best friends over laundry and dirty dishes.
Dating all four members of Bad Omens at the same time is an entirely different story.
You weren’t exactly expecting to be in this position—the very center of a polycule with four guys, all vastly different and complicated in their own ways. Monogamy has been drilled into you since you were a child. It’s considered “normal” and sure, it made sense to you growing up. Your parents are still married after 35 years together, and they haven’t even thought of another person since meeting each other. All your friends are in relationships with one person who they consider their soulmate. While you love and support them for it, that version of love just isn’t for you.
When you first started dating in high school, it was with one person at a time, but your heart always felt torn in different directions. You had meaningful friendships with a few people that you knew you loved in a far less platonic way. There was just never a chance to explore that part of yourself.
Until now.
A tumultuous falling out with your roommate—that involved a never locked door and a supposedly stolen microwave—resulted in you immediately packing your things and moving out without a new place lined up. Admittedly, it wasn’t your smartest idea, but you were so emotionally charged by the shitty roommate that you stuck by the decision and spent a few days couch surfing and scouring Craig’s List.
When an ad for a private bedroom and en suite bathroom in a 5-bedroom house popped up, you were skeptical but oddly optimistic. How bad could it really be? Plus, did you even have much of a choice?
When you moved, you had no clue who they were or what the band even sounded like. The ad did say they were all musicians that recorded music in a home studio, but it really did feel like they were just some grungy garage band that played at bars to forty people. You didn’t even bother to google Bad Omens because it didn’t matter much to you at the time—now, they’re your favorite band and you swear it’s not because you are horribly biased.
You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.
Things were rocky at first. Most of the time, you felt like an intruder in your own home. You tried not to make any noise or take up too much space. When you went downstairs for food, you tiptoed and only came out when you thought you were going to be alone. Honestly, you felt like a New York City rat, scurrying around and trying not to get caught with a whole slice of pizza in your mouth.
It took being caught by Noah one late night for the tension to finally break.
You were in the kitchen—wearing a black silk pajama set with your hair up in a messy bun —juggling a pile of snacks that included a pint of ice cream, Cheetos, and several different types of candy. When you closed the fridge after adding a can of Dr. Pepper to the stack, you were met by Noah leaning up against the kitchen island with his arms crossed over his chest and a huge grin pulling at his lips. You screamed, dropping your well-balanced snacks. He helped you clean up and forced you into a conversation as if scaring the shit out of you was just a ploy to get you to open up to him.
From that moment on, you stopped hiding. When Noah was downstairs, you would brave it and sit down next to him, starting a casual conversation—ones that quickly became quite personal and serious for both of you, a way to vent and get closer to each other. Over time, the rest of the guys stopped treating you like a scared animal and attempted to talk to you as well—more than likely with a not-so-friendly push from Noah.
Your walls came down one brick at a time. It was a slow-moving process but now, you’re so in love that your chest feels like it’s going to burst any time you’re near one of them. You feel beyond lucky to have four soulmates—four people who understand you more than anyone and will always be there for you.
Your relationship with each of them is so vastly different.
Nicholas took the longest to get on board. He wasn’t exactly sure what the relationship would look like since your time and energy has to be split as evenly as possible. You quickly proved to him that you could make it work and love them all equally. Now that he’s all in, he loves you so unabashedly. He spends his free time handmaking you gifts that you have littered all over the house. It started with a little trinket you put on your nightstand and now you have stools and frames and all sorts of things. You two spend your time quietly soaking in each other’s presence, co-existing peacefully. Usually, you play on your phone while he learns bass parts or starts a new project. Regardless, it always feels like time well spent.
Folio’s the typical Golden Retriever Boyfriend. He cherishes every moment he spends with you like it’ll be his last. The moment you walk into a room, he perks up instantly and makes his way over, always needing to be as close to you as possible. He’s definitely a physical touch kind of guy and you do what you can to appease that side of him, always making sure to press at least a part of your body against his.
When you’re with Folio, you guys are always doing something. He’s taken you fishing a few times and while you don’t love it, watching him do something that makes him happy—that isn’t drumming—is time well spent. One time, he even let you on the back of his motorcycle with him—although he doesn’t tell certain boyfriends (cough cough Noah and Jolly cough cough) when that happens. You still beg him to let you do it again, but you haven’t quite gotten him to crack yet.
Jolly’s your anchor, your voice of reason. When you’ve had a long day and just need to relax, plopping down onto the couch and cuddling into his side is the best possible option. He’ll run a hand through your hair and let you talk about your day. When he finally speaks and gives you advice, his accent swirls around his words and you listen so intently that every syllable echoes in your head even hours later.
And then there’s Noah. Your first love. The boy who swept you off your feet and got through your makeshift shield of plastic soldiers. Your dynamic with him is vastly different than with the others. He’s the most protective and serious but can be the most thoughtful and kind when he doesn’t feel the need to have his back up. Sure, he trusts his best friends but you’re his angel and he wants to make sure they know not to fuck with you or break your heart. You know they wouldn’t do that, of course, but his defensiveness does make you feel particularly safe.
Sometimes, it feels like Noah knows you the best. When he moves, you move. You’re so alike that there are days where you’re sure he’s in your head. He’s your shadow in every way. There isn’t a day that goes by where you two don’t amuse and annoy the shit out of the others with your ridiculous soulmate telepathy.
One thing that has yet to be settled between you five is where you sleep. They always argue over who gets to have you for the night. Sometimes, they compromise and all pile in your California King bed. Other nights, you sneak into someone’s room depending on how you feel in the moment. When that happens, the others sulk amongst themselves.
Last night, you spent the night with Folio and Jolly, curled up on the Swedish man’s bed in a mess of tangled limbs and light snoring.
That’s how you ended up in a moment like this one, yawning the sleep away as you pad down the stairs in nothing but one of Jolly’s t-shirt you stole from his dresser and a pair of panties.
The distinct and delicious smell of pancakes and bacon hit your nostrils, jolting your system awake. You run a hand through your tangled hair to push stray pieces away from your face as you turn the corner into the kitchen.
Folio is at the stove, one hand holding a spatula and the other going between the handle of the pan and the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He’s shirtless with a pair of jeans hanging off his hips, showing off the hard cut of his muscles and the very top of his boxers. Your eyes linger for a moment as hunger grows in your belly—for something other than breakfast.
“I can feel you staring.” Cigarette smoke clouds around Folio as he speaks. You don’t have to see his face to hear the smugness in his tone.
“I’m not staring,” you grumble as you plop down on a stool at the kitchen island next to Nicholas.
He looks like he’s been up for hours with his hair freshly washed and brushed, laying perfectly straight down to his shoulders, and a hoodie and jeans covering his skinny frame. You’ve seen him in this exact hoodie many times, but it always makes him look so cozy and comfortable, resulting in you wanting to curl up and cuddle. He’s also sipping on a piping hot coffee in a mug that reads I love my girlfriend and my husband which was a joint birthday gift from you and Noah that wasn’t well received at the time and is now the only mug he will use. You eye it longingly, biting at your lip to keep from asking for it.
“You definitely are,” Nicholas chimes in, already handing the mug over without even looking at you. Of course you’re not going to argue or say no, so you take it happily.
“How’d you sleep, bug?” Folio asks, turning around and leaning against the counter beside the stove. Bug is one of his many nicknames for you. It was once lovebug, but he shortened it some time ago. You don’t mind it. In fact, you find it quite cute.
“Good,” you murmur before sipping on Nicholas’ coffee. A happy sigh escapes your lips and your shoulders relax. He made it exactly how you usually like it: lots and lots of cream and sugar.
“Yeah, I’m sure. You looked dead to the world,” Folio laughs.
“Sorry I find my boyfriends comfortable,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.
Folio chuckles again as he looks over his shoulder, watching the food closely. The bubble and pop of bacon grease is enough for him to turn all the way around and get back to work. You take it as a sign to leave him be and swirl in the vintage bar stool, ignoring the creakiness of it as you face Nicholas.
Now that he is coffee-less, his elbows are propped up on the island, fists holding up his chin. His beautiful blue eyes are half-lidded and a pang of guilt courses through you at the sight. He admitted to you weeks ago that he sleeps much worse when you aren’t with him.
Last night, you chose Jolly simply because you two had spent a few hours on the couch together, talking about your work week. You were already comfortable and it just felt right. Folio only got to join the mix because he wandered in, half asleep, and practically begged. You couldn’t tell the poor guy no, of course, so you scooted over and made room before falling back asleep again.
Nicholas never complains about the nights you aren’t with him. That’s left to the more vocal and needy boyfriends—hence how a certain golden retriever ended up in the latest cuddle puddle. With having a lot of people’s feelings to consider, you try not to feel guilty when things skew one way but seeing just how exhausted to his core Nick looks right now, you can’t help the way you feel.
“How did you sleep, Nicky?” You ask softly, jutting out your bottom lip.
He looks over at you and offers a half-hearted smile. “Okay, I guess.”
“Just okay?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. I stayed up for a while with Noah, so I only slept for like four hours.”
“Is that why he isn’t down here yet?” Folio asks, still tending to breakfast.
“He was working on a song,” Nick explains.
“Another one? Already?” You ask, scrunching up your nose.
“Please,” Folio snorts. “The only time he’s not working on a song is when he’s fucking you.”
Heat floods your cheeks in embarrassment as Nicholas chuckles, fueling Folio’s fire.
“Don’t say shit like that,” you groan, dropping your hand from Nicholas’ arm and taking refuge in your coffee, coddling it in both hands.
Folio plates the last of the bacon and turns off the stove, turning around to carefully place all the plates on the kitchen island with his cigarette poking out of his mouth. He inhales, taking a deep drag, and blows the smoke out through the side of his mouth, never taking the practically finished nub out of it. You watch, completely in awe but it somewhat curls into disgust—upset with yourself that you find him smoking to be very attractive even though it’s bad for him.
He finally takes the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffs it out into the ashtray on the counter, rewarding himself with a piece of bacon instead.
“Eat, bug.” He nods towards the food, and you obey, putting down your coffee to grab a pancake off the plate with nothing but your fingers. You nibble on it like the little rat you are.
“Ever heard of a fork?” A new voice asks and the softness of it fills your ears so sweetly. You swivel in your chair to meet Jolly’s gaze.
He was in the shower when you ventured downstairs and now, he looks more delicious than the breakfast displayed in front of you. His hair is still sort of wet, but he’s already pulled it up in a bun that sits low against his neck. A black long sleeve shirt hugs his large, muscular torso and a matching pair of dress pants cling to all the right places—his hips and his thighs press up against the fabric. He walks to the fridge, yanking it open and grabbing a half empty jug of orange juice before leaning up against the counter.
“What’s that?” you joke, taking another bite of your pancake.
Jolly rolls his eyes, sipping the orange juice straight from the container.
“Gross,” Folio scoffs, nudging Jolly with his elbow.
“I paid for the orange juice. I’m going to drink it however I like.”
“You’re going to give us cooties,” you comment, holding out your free hand. Jolly leans forward over the island and hands you the juice—which you also drink from the jug.
“You’re going to give them to yourself by drinking his backwash,” Nicholas comments .
You swallow and shoot him a look. “I drank coffee out of the same mug as you two minutes ago and you didn’t care about cooties then.”
“That’s because I’m okay with you having my cooties,” Nicholas explains. “I am not okay, however, with getting Jolly’s cooties by swapping spit.”
“Can we all stop saying ‘cooties’ please?” Folio groans, grabbing another piece of bacon.
You giggle and hand Jolly back the orange juice before finishing off your pancake.
This might just be your favorite kind of moment with your boys—a group breakfast full of quality time and banter. Love fills the empty space left behind by the silence. You all eat, munching on pancakes with piles of syrup and endless slices of bacon. Jolly even pulls out a container of fruit and you eat your weight in pineapple.
Even with the amazing company and tasty food, you feel the weight of Noah’s absence.
Some days, he stays upstairs in the studio and doesn’t come out unless someone forces him to. Usually, it’s you—softly pushing the door open and coaxing him with promises of food and cuddles. His song writing process is extensive, and he takes it so seriously that he usually forgets to take care of himself. Most of the time, it’s best just to leave him be and let him come to you all when he’s ready. So that’s what you’re going to do even if you have to do it begrudgingly.
When Nicholas is done eating, he slips off the stool, grabs his plate, and takes it to the sink, turning the water on. You plop a grape into your mouth as you watch him. He pours soap onto the plate and suds immediately cover his hands as he scrubs it with a sponge, attempting to get all the sticky syrup off it. The wetness of his long, skinny fingers makes your mind wander and you lick at your bottom lip involuntarily.
Folio lets out a scoff. You whip your head around, eyes wide like a child getting caught stealing.
“What?”
“You are ridiculous this morning,” he snickers.
You gawk, throwing your hands up in the air in surrender. “How? I haven’t even done anything!”
“First, you ogled me when you came downstairs and now, you’re looking at Nick like you’re still hungry.”
You make a jumble of noises, trying to stick up for yourself but failing miserably. It stings even more when you see Nicholas’ shoulders rumble with laughter. Jolly calmly gathers plates, glasses, and mugs before bringing them over to the sink, turning his back to you.
“She also climbed me like a tree and tried to wear my skin,” he finally chimes in.
“When?!” You squeak.
“In your sleep, baby. How do you think you ended up on top of me?”
“I just thought you moved me there!”
“We all know I can’t move you when you’re sleeping. You’d wake up and get upset. Just admit that you’re a horny little mess—even when you’re asleep.”
Instead of responding, you grab a grape out of the container and throw it at Jolly. It bounces against the back of his head and drops to the floor, splattering into a sad little grape guts pile.
Cackling laughter fills the room. Folio practically falls over. Jolly turns back to face you so you can see just how smug he is. Your mouth drops, completely taken back by just how much audacity these men have. You want to say something to defend yourself but you’re so baffled. Instead, your own laughter bubbles in your throat, sending you into a giggle fit.
Even though you’re being picked on, your heart is so incredibly full. All three of them are on the other side of the island, looking at you like you’ve just handed them the moon. You wipe away happy tears as your stomach cramps and your mouth hurts from smiling so hard.
The sound of shuffling feet against tile is what finally gets your own laughter to stop. Nicholas and Folio are still giggling but what else is new?
You don’t turn around. Not because you don’t want to see Noah as he joins the group but because you know exactly what he’s going to do.
“What’s so funny?” Noah asks your partners as he comes into the room.
“Cooties,” Jolly states matter-of-factly as if Noah will somehow understand.
And he does. He simply hums and you can imagine that he’s nodding along, totally soaking in and catching up with the conversation he missed.
Arms wrap around your shoulders and a hard chest presses against your back. Noah leans in like a stretching cat and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“Good morning, angel,” he murmurs into your hair.
You lean back to press your bodies as close together as they can be before wrapping your arms around his.
“Hi,” you say back.
“Did the guys treat you well last night?”
“They did. But I hear you were up being a workaholic.”
He snorts, making your body rumble with his. “I was working on a song. Speaking of—” He lifts his head up, looking at the others. “I need you guys to track some stuff today.”
Collective groans fill the space, and you watch as each one of your boyfriends pitch a little fit. Folio throws his head back and curses to the ceiling. Nicholas plops his head forward, looking down to the floor. Jolly just shakes his.
“I don’t get you for at least a little bit?” You ask Noah, fully swiveling around in the stool. Noah’s hands instinctively go to your waist, and he pulls you to the edge. You wrap your legs around him and fiddle with his hands, intertwining your fingers.
You didn’t see him much yesterday, so you want to soak in every single second. Especially when he looks this good.
His hair is still grown out, but you know he’s due for a haircut. Regardless, you savor the way it sits mid-way down his neck and curls ever so lightly. He’s been parting it down the middle lately, but a few pieces break away from framing his face and instead fall in front of his eyes.
The very same molten chocolate eyes that are so soft and endless as they bore into yours after tracing over your body as if he’s mentally cataloging your current health—like you gained a sudden injury since he last saw you.
He’s wearing an anime t-shirt and basketball shorts which is typical for a day spent at home working. It’s not a particularly special outfit but he looks so cozy that you just want to bundle him up and put him in your pocket.
Noah tucks a few stray hairs behind your ear before resting his palm against your cheek. You lean into his touch, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.
“Of course you can have me,” he murmurs. “Come hangout in the studio.”
You perk up in your seat, wiggling as you straighten your back. “Can I really?”
Noah almost never lets you in the studio when the band is working on a song. Sure, you hang out in there when they’re just fiddling around with ideas but when something is concrete, they all take it far too seriously and can’t handle a distraction—especially you.
Noah looks up at the rest of the guys in a silent question. You even turn back around to gauge their interest.
“I’m definitely down if it means more time with you,” Nicholas says, flashing you a closed mouth smile that you read as: Thank God you’re going to be there because I can’t take Noah’s work ethic alone right now.
Folio slaps the island counter before rounding it. “I’m in. Let’s get on with it.”
He gives you a quick, sloppy kiss on the lips as he passes by and makes his way up the stairs.
“I’ll be up there soon. I’m going to clean up down here first,” Jolly comments, already fiddling with the rest of the dishes that need to be washed.
With that, you untangle yourself from Noah and slip off the stool.
“Come on then,” you beckon, holding out both your hands.
Nicholas walks over and takes one while Noah straightens out his posture and grabs the other. The three of you walk up the stairs rather awkwardly since you refuse to let go of either of them. This results in Noah walking first with his hand behind his back, you in the middle, and Nicholas following behind, sticking his arm all the way out to keep hold of you. It looks a bit silly but it works—just like most aspects of your unconventional relationship.
You make your way to the studio and plop down onto the couch as three out of your four boyfriends get to work. A soft smile pulls at your lips. You’re perfectly content like this, simply being in their presence. You grab a throw pillow and put it in your lap, cuddling it as you watch.
Summary: A while had passed since your one time hook-up with Ruffilo, but tension builds when he offers to give you the tattoo you've been wanting.
Content Warning: Smut (unprotected p in v), fingering, oral (m receiving, swallowing), love bites/hickeys, light choking, a hint of masochist!reader, probably very unhygienic tattoo conditions but this is for fun don’t worry about it.
(PSA: never feel like you have to take more clothes off than you need to/reveal more than you are comfortable with for a tattoo! There's some skeevy artists out there!)
18+ MDNI
Nerves fluttered in your stomach as you approached Noah’s house. His long-time best friend (and your former one-night-stand), Nick Ruffilo, was visiting California for the week. You were never one to shy away from pain, but you didn’t know what to expect that day. You had felt much more confident about your decision not having seen Nick in forever. Thoughts of that night a year ago still gave you butterflies, but you had brushed it off as a mistake, both fearing a disturbance in your friendships with Noah and the guys. Sliding your keys out of the ignition and grabbing your bag, you headed in.
You reached the door and let yourself in, immediately met with Harper's excited barks alerting everyone of your arrival. Each of them greeted you, and at last you turned to Nick. You took the site of him in; tan skin, jet black hair, ink snaking up his neck, peeking out of his sleeves over his knuckles, and the most striking eyes.You forgot just how alluring and attractive he was to be around.
“Hey, y/n, good to see you again. You ready?” he asked excitedly, “I’m all set up in the other room.”
You subtly wiped your damp palms down the front of your shirt.
“As I’ll ever be.”
You followed behind him into the room the boys used as a music studio and saw each of his things set up in the middle. A long foldable bench covered in a thin sheet of paper, a steel tray wrapped in plastic with Nick’s array of ink and supplies spread neatly atop. As you surveyed the room he swiped on his tablet, pulling up the sketch he had come up with so you could visualize the piece complete with shading. Days prior you and Nick had brainstormed over text, discussing placement and style. He had drawn up a floral piece that would stretch up your thigh and wrap delicately around your hip. You beheld the gorgeous arrangement. 3 huge peonies made up the center, and lantanas peppered the spaces in between. Chutes of ivy accentuated where it would hug around your curves. Leaves extended from the flowers, tapering off at the edges.
“Nick…this is perfect, I love it!” you exclaimed, the nerves morphing back into excitement.
“I’m glad you like it” he replied, “I printed the stencil in a few sizes, we can try ‘em out and see what you like.”
You smiled at him in his element, flannel sleeves rolled up, hair pulled back and slipping on black gloves. He gathered the trimmed stencils and placed them on the tray.
“All set” he said, placing the last stencil out for you to examine. You looked over each and chose a size to try, one that was bold yet still delicate. He nodded, picking it up off the tray.
“All right, if you wanna just...slip your shorts off I can pop it on there and you can check it out in the mirror.” He said looking down as he grabbed the bottle of stencil solution.
You looked down at the black jean shorts you wore, cheeks heating as you realized just how exposed you were going to be. It’s nothing he hadn’t seen before, but something about it still felt vulnerable. Your thumbs hooked at your waistband and Nick walked to close the door as you shimmied them down your legs, averting his gaze as much as possible it seemed. Left in your oversized band tee and high-cut thong, you walked to the bench and laid your shorts down as Nick approached you, stencil in hand. He positioned you sideways and knelt before you, gently spreading a thin layer of stencil solution across your skin.You carefully lifted the elastic of your underwear, giving him access to where he needed to place it. You practically held your breath as his hands roamed your skin. He then lined the transfer paper up carefully with both hands and lowered it into place, smoothing over it firmly before peeling it back to reveal the purple outline underneath. Dropping the hem of your shirt, you walked to the full length mirror and admired the sight, shifting around to see each angle. Nick stood behind you, his gaze fixed on your thigh.
You smiled at the site of it, already imagining what it would look like finished.
“I love it,” you said, meeting Nick’s eyes in the mirror.
Next thing you knew, you laid on the table, shirt pulled up on one side as Nick’s machine began whirring. You felt his gloved hand brace the skin on your thigh as his eyes met yours. You gave him a nod before he began the outline. Several minutes passed as Nick traced line by line.
“Damn you’re sitting so good” Nick praised as he wiped the area with a paper towel. You smirked at his comment, wincing at the burn.
The truth was that it wasn’t bad at all. Not only did you have a killer pain tolerance, but pain often excited you. Nick worked the needle upwards with each pass, now working where your hip curved upward gently under your soft flesh. The feeling of the needle passing over the prominent bone sent a sweet sting through your body. The intense vibrations of the tattoo machine traveled from your hip, across your lower stomach, and straight down to your core.
“I know this is a tough spot right here. You’re doing so good for me.” Nick praised again.
His words hit you differently that time. Your mind raced, feeling so many sensations mixed with his praises. As Nick wiped the excess ink off, his fingers ghosted over your clothed pussy. His hand was splayed across your lower stomach and he continued to work on the outline. You bit your lip as you looked down at him, his eyes focused intently on your skin and his brow furrowed in concentration. Everything about the situation was building up pleasure between your legs, and you wondered if he had caught on. He worked his hand back and forth following the bright purple lines of the stencil, sending thrilling stings and buzzing pains across your skin that he gently soothed with ointment and encouragement after. His hands continued to wander up and down your thigh and around your hips. You squirmed slightly and let out a soft whimper, pressing your thighs together for some relief. Nick's hand stilled and he looked up at you.
“Do you need a break?”
“No. Keep going. Please.” You say, trying not to sound desperate.
“For this next part I’m gonna need you to uh.. move this strap,” he said, eyeing the thin line of your panties that crossed your hip, “so maybe you want to cover yourself and…take these off?” His gaze met yours.
Your lips parted as he finished his sentence. You sat up and he gave you a hand to help you off the table. With your back turned to him you carefully slipped your thong down your legs and let your shirt fall, covering most of you. When you turned around you saw Nick, eyes darkened and leaned back in his chair admiring you. The tension in the room increased exponentially as you placed a knee up to crawl back on the table. You shifted to lay on your back once again, covering yourself as best you could with your t-shirt. Nick continued his work on your now fully exposed hip, gently brushing his free hand along the curves of your body.
He paused and watched your face after finishing a pass, the way your thighs pressed together and you squirmed when he ran his hand slowly down your body, covering the tender skin with ointment. Your nipples peaked through your shirt and you looked down at him with pleading eyes.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren't you?” He asked
You nodded silently in reply.
“Does this make you feel good?” Nick questioned as he turned the machine back on. He continued to work, eyes focused where the needle met your flesh, but allowed a single finger of his free hand to reach under where your shirt concealed your skin. Your stomach fluttered as you came to the realization that he knew how much this was turning you on, and was excited about it as well. He finally finished the last few lines, then gently worked his hands up and down the length of the tattoo to clean it. He got up, adjusting his stiffened length in his jeans, then turned to grab the sheet of Saniderm, cutting it to shape and placing it over the freshly finished tattoo. He stepped back to admire his work.
“So fuckin pretty” he said, his eyes traveling up and down your half naked body, “now let me see how much you enjoyed that.”
He pulled gently on your bent knee to spread your legs. He gave you no warning as he spread you open with two fingers, admiring the wetness that had gathered. You threw your head back and let his name slip past your lips.
“You’ve been fucking killing me with these pretty thighs” he planted a kiss on the soft skin, “the looks you’re giving me” he nipped at your inner thigh, drawing a moan from you. “That needle felt good? So fuckin wet all from that? Thinking of all the things I’ve done to you?”
He began to toy with your clit, circling his thumb gently over it as he teased your entrance with two fingers. He pushed into you, filling you just how you needed to be. He periodically dipped his head back between your things, sucking and nipping at them as purple marks began to bloom across your skin.
“Come here” he commanded. You sat up, his fingers never leaving your center, and met him in a heated kiss. He increased his pace as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, a moan leaving your mouth. He pulled away and his fingers slipped from you as he worked the buckle of his belt open. You glanced down as he sprung free from his briefs and excitement rushed at the memory of the last time he was inside you.
“Fuck, Nick” you panted.
“Don’t worry I know what you need” he responded, lining himself up with your entrance.
His hand braced your throat lightly, the other settling into a bruising grip on your hip as he thrusted into you. A slight jolt of pain went through you at the sudden fullness pounding deep into your pussy, quickly melting into intense pleasure. Sounds of skin meeting skin and the bench creaking with your movements filled the room. Nick grasped your chin, forcing your gaze towards his luminous grey eyes as he pounded into you.
“I think about this pussy all. The. Fucking. Time" he said, his thrusts punctuating each word. He released your jaw and your head rolled back with pleasure, your release building up inside you. You leaned back on your elbows and Nick’s hands slid up your thighs, holding your legs open as he watched himself ruin your dripping pussy.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby. Every time you see yourself now? You’ll remember my hands on you.”
You knew it was true. Long after his fingerprints and bruises where he nipped and sucked your soft skin faded, his work would forever be branded your skin. Anyone who ever admired it, anyone who ever had the pleasure of seeing the ink uninterrupted by the fabric of your clothing would know where he’d been.
Nick’s body tensed the closer he got to finishing, and feeling him grow even harder inside you had you gripping the ends of the table, desperate to prolong the moment. You leaned up once again, meeting Nick’s lips with yours. You both breathlessly kissed each other, separating to gasp and moan as the pleasure reached a new high. When Nick’s kiss traveled from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. He sucked and nipped at the skin right below your ear, soothing it with his tongue and it sent you crashing over the edge. You gripped the back of his shirt and pulled yourself closer to him, breathing in sharply as your orgasm rippled through you and you felt yourself tighten around him again and again.
As you came down from your high he pulled out of you, continuing to fist himself.
“On your knees, baby” he said roughly as you quickly maneuvered to kneel in front of him, mouth open wide and ready for him. He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue and continued to jerk up and down his length. Nick gritted his teeth and threw his head back as he released his load into your mouth. You felt ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat and you waited patiently to swallow each drop he gave to you. He watched your face and cursed as you used your thumb to wipe a stray drip from your chin and licked it off.
Each of you restored your appearances and clothing, and Nick began to wipe down his equipment and put away his set up. You stood in front of the mirror and admired Nick’s work; both the gorgeous tattoo and the marks he had left claiming your body. He finished cleaning and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“You did a number on me, huh” you said, feeling the soreness bloom between your legs and the tenderness of the new tattoo.
“Pleasure doing business with you” he quipped, leaving a light smack on your ass and turning to leave the room, “that was quite a generous tip.”
Author's note: Thank you for the continuous love on my writing, I'm having so much fun reviving this hobby. I've literally screeched seeing some of the blogs I've followed forever on my main account that inspired me to start this acknowledge it. Next up is the one and only Jolly. Once I have one for each of the guys out, perhaps I'll put out a poll for who you want to see again next. I will be starting a taglist and will be putting a post out for taglist-specific business soon! For now comment if you want to be added! As always my inbox is open for any comments, suggestions, requests, etc!!
I'm on a road trip heading to Dallas & it had me thinking about Bad Omens x Reader 👀 (18+ under cut)
Okay, so imagine you and the boys are packed in a van. You're one of the members' partner and everyone knows y'all get a little frisky around them, and they're pretty cool with it (voyeuristic lil shits perhaps 😏)
Say your partner has you cockwarming him while everyone but the driver is asleep. You're trying hard not to make any noises, but the bumpy roads are jostling you around, and his cock is hitting you just right.
You can't help but clench around him and whimper for him to just move – anything to alleviate this ache.
He's holding your hips down, murmuring dirty things into your ear about how desperate you are, how filthy you are for letting him do this to you surrounded by his band mates.
You keen at his degrading words, and that catches the attention of the driver. He locks eyes with you in the review mirror, eyebrow raised as he takes in your flushed appearance. His lips form into a smirk when he realizes what's going on back there.
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(and maybe the other band members wake up and discover you drenching their friend's cock. throw in some praise and degredation 👉🏽👈🏽 or maybe it could be a why choose situation 😵💫 idk man I just think the thought of reader trying to stay quiet but ultimately getting caught is hot.)
Still in my soft thoughts… for the entire band and crew… has to be touching you when they sleep..
Yes yes and YES
Noah
Feel like Noah is the type to throw himself at you at any chance he gets, even when he's sleeping. He likes to be the big spoon so he can get his arms and legs around you, but through the night he moves kinda on top of you like a human blanket. Sometimes you have to push him off of you or wake him up to tell him to move, but he still lays his hand or leg on you.
Matt
And Matt is the opposite, he let's you to cuddle him any way you want. So you're the big spoon, having your arms around him and he puts his hands over yours and interlocks your fingers. You love to fall asleep with your head on Matt's chest, so he learned to fall asleep on his back, just for you. He loves they way you snuggle your head in his neck and lay your hand over his heart while he plays with your hair to help you fall asleep.
Folio
Folio is the type to have his hands on your boobs or ass while you're falling asleep. He's the big spoon - hands on your boobs. You're cuddling face to face, your arms around his waist and his hands? On your ass. When you don't really wanna cuddle, he still finds a way to gently put his hand on you in a way that doesn't bother you.
Nick
Cuddling and falling asleep with Nick is very gentle, it's all about the small touches. You don't need to be laying over each other, holding hands is enough. He'd gently trace patterns on your hand with his thumb, you'd squeeze his hand once in a while. Or you'd drag your nails slowly on his back or in his hair, which would be his favorite way to fall asleep.
Jolly
Jolly loves holding you, so he loves being the big spoon. He doesn't let you be the big spoon like 99% of the time. Jolly loves when you're facing him, clutching to his chest while he has his chin on your head. You like the feeling of protection you get from it.
Touch, Torture, and Tattoos- Nicholas Ruffilo (One shot)
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader
CW: tattoos/ description of getting one, bit of shitty plot, lots of dirty filthy evil smut 🤭, SassySubby!Nick (more like bratty switch), unprotected p in v(naughty lil fuckers), creampie, cockwarming???, my shitty writing 🫶🏻
Word Count: 10.8k👀
Author’s Note: Just a quick lil thing. Don’t ask what came over me to make this. Just know that I’m not to blame😇 (i wrote the smut before the plot so the opening is ass ngl)
Viewer discretion is advised. 18+
You sat in the slightly uncomfortable metal chair of the tattoo shop, trying to entertain yourself on your phone. Nick was quiet as he focused on the leg of the client in front of him, not wanting to make any mistakes, so you made sure you did your best not to distract him.
The boys had time this week to relax and do what they wanted, for once not having to be in the studio or travel for an interview, so you happily accepted their invitation to spend time with them since you haven’t had the chance to see them in a while.
The group and you mainly hung out at their house, either watching movies, swimming, making a mess in the kitchen, or chatting about how life used to be before they got big. It was nice that they finally had time to just relax and have fun in the mix of their busy schedules. And you were definitely happy that you were finally able to see Nick again. You had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, instantly being attracted to his humor and his gorgeous looks, but pushed the feelings away once they started getting busier, knowing that there wasn’t even time for a relationship, even if he felt the same. But that didn’t stop the feelings from slowly resurfacing and becoming more than just a crush every time you had the opportunity to spend time with him.
Every time all of you hung out, your attention always seemed to fall on him more than the rest. Even when watching a movie, your eyes always trailed towards him. You never made it obvious, though. You did your best to treat them all the same, treating them like brothers. The last thing you needed was to make it awkward, or even worse, create so much tension you couldn’t see them anymore. But the tension that had been building inside of you was becoming torture.
Nick had known of this break for a while now. Itching to get back into tattooing, he asked a friend of his if he could use his studio for a day, then asked around if anyone was looking to get a piece done. He had two offers, and you happily told him that you were willing to get another. Not that you weren’t always down to get a new tattoo, but you mainly offered so you could spend more time with him. You loved spending time with the boys, and absolutely enjoyed hanging out with all of them, but when a rare chance came to get alone time with Nick, you just had to take it.
You two had been here since early this morning. He told you that you didn’t have to come in until later in the day, but almost seemed sad to say, like he regretted spending most of his free day away from you. But with the offer of being the errand runner and grabbing us lunch, he happily obliged. Not that he needed any convincing, but he had to pretend like he felt bad making you spend half the day doing nothing but sitting in the shop with him.
Your attention gets pulled from your phone as his client stood up and walked to the mirror to check out their new tattoo. Nick chatted with them for a few minutes, getting payment set up and wishing them a good day as they left, pleased with the new piece of art on their body.
He walked over and sat down in the chair by you, stretching his back after being hunched over for an hour.
“I love doing this, but god, does my body hate it,” he mumbled as he stretched his arms over his head. A small sliver of skin caught your eyes as his shirt raised with him, but you quickly blinked away any inappropriate thoughts and looked back up at him just in time for him to settle and glance at you.
“So, you ready?” he asked, clapping his hands together with a smile on his face. You couldn’t help but match his smile.
“Always,” you said as you stood up from your chair.
He stood and walked over to where he had your piece already drawn out and prepared on a stencil. You two had been shooting ideas back and forth for the last few days, and eventually landed getting a skeleton hand. One of the few remaining spots you had open on your skin was on your rib, right below your breast, so you decided that getting the hand to fit the curvature of your body would look pretty cool.
He grabbed the stencil and walked over to you, so you lifted your shirt, holding it right below your bra. He eyed the space of blank skin, then held the stencil up to it. After a few moments of him lining it up perfectly, he finally placed it. You both walked over to the mirror so you could check the placement. After turning your body a few times, making sure you liked where it was, you told him it was perfect.
You walked over to the bed and laid down, tucking your shirt under your slightly lifted bra, and angling your body in a way where the stencil could be easily worked on. He set up his table with everything he needed and then got himself sat and pulled up next to you, ready to start.
“All good to go?” he asked, making sure you were officially ready to start, and you nodded.
You did your best to relax, but tattoos in this area were hard not to focus on. So you mentally prepared yourself as he reached out and held your side and brought the needle to your skin. But the sensation of his touch completely overpowered the pain of the needle.
All you could focus on as he began working was the way his gloved hand held and pulled at your skin. You didn’t know if you were glad that you didn’t have to focus on the needles, or if this feeling was much worse. He was touching such a sensitive area, and you had to try your hardest not to blush or react in any way.
His finger grazed against your skin, causing you to shiver. He stopped and looked up at you with a concerned look.
“You okay?” he asked, assuming that was because he just went right over bone. Knowing you’d just stammer your words, you nodded.
But your eyes locked onto his as he looked up at you, and your mind went blank. The look of concern mixed with something you could distinguish in his pretty blue eyes fueled a fire inside you that you needed to extinguish as fast as possible. You blinked and turned your head away, trying to get that look out of your mind. He finally went back to working on your tattoo, and you forced yourself to focus on the pain, needing it as a distraction.
After about an hour of grueling torture, him constantly being so sweet, and you forcing yourself to keep your mind off him and on the needles repeatedly hitting your skin, he finally finished.
“Let me just wipe one more time and then you can go check it out,” he said as he scooted his chair back and grabbed the green soap.
“Okay,” you said, sighing a breath of relief. It wasn’t over just yet, but you finally had a break from the torture.
He came back over, gave you one last wipe, and then moved back, giving you room to stand so you could check it out.
You walked over to the mirror and eyed your new piece, a smile forming on your face. It was really good. Not that you hadn’t expected it to be, but it was thankfully worth being so close to him for an hour straight.
“I love it,” you said with a smile, turning to him. His eyes snapped up from your body and to your face, almost as if he had been caught staring, and he mirrored your smile.
“I’m glad. Now let me wrap that and I can close up shop,” he said as he quickly turned to grab Saniderm.
His mind raced as he went to wrap your new tattoo, needing to be quick so you could finally put your shirt down. The last hour had been absolute agony, being so close to such an intimate part of you. He had to use every fiber in his body to keep his focus on your tattoo and not let his eyes glance up at your slightly exposed under-boob.
You were sitting on Nick’s bed, back pressed against the wall, scrolling on your phone as he worked on his laptop, occasionally typing away as he answered his emails. He said he had to get a few done, and offered to let you hang out in his room with him until the rest of the guys got back from doing who knows what.
You did your best to entertain yourself as he worked, but you mind kept trailing back to how close you two were earlier. How you could almost feel his breath on your skin as he worked on your new tattoo. The way he kept glancing up at you, checking to make sure you felt okay. You couldn’t get that look out of your mind. His pretty eyes just looking up into yours, holding more emotion that he let on. You had been so worked up since the tattoo started, and it wasn’t going away.
At this point, you had stopped scrolling and were just staring off into space as your mind wandered, imagining the emotions you could get his eyes to portray. Every thought that you had pushed away was now flooding your mind since he wasn’t focused on you, and being alone in his room with him did absolutely no help.
You finally come back to reality, only to notice him glancing at you in your peripheral. You glance over, but once he realized he had been caught, he quickly focused back onto the screen in front of him, causing a smirk to form on your lips. Was he actually losing focus because of you?
“Getting distracted, Ruffilo?” you teased, causing him to tense slightly at being caught. Your mind was glazed over with how turned on you were, and you couldn’t stop yourself anymore. You just wanted to mess with him.
He cleared his throat, not taking his eyes off the laptop, and did his best to act nonchalant as he responded, “Huh? Oh. No, just thinking.”
“Good. You wouldn’t want to miss any important details,” you teased with a smirk still on your lips. He let out a small huff and playfully rolled his eyes as he looked at you.
“I would never. I’m a professional,” he said, making you bite back a giggle. He was so cute when he tried to play things off.
“Oh, I know,” you responded with an amused smile. He raised an eyebrow at your smile. He did his best to keep a cool demeanor, but couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at your expression.
“Then why are you teasing me?” he asked, pretending to be annoyed. You gave him a playful scoff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning offense, making him chuckle. He turned in his chair and looked at you, crossing his arms.
“Oh sure you don’t. You’re just the picture of innocence,” he said sarcastically, causing you to giggle.
“Yeah. That’s one way to put it,” you replied, a smirk tugging on your lips. He couldn’t help but smile at your giggle, it causing a strange warmth in his chest. But your smirk was causing a much more intense reaction in him that he had to hide.
“But you’re awfully sassy for someone who tries to be so innocent,’ he teased, his tone turning playful, with a hint of flirting. He was enjoying this playful banter between you two.
“Sassy?” you said, trying to hide the amusement in your voice as you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. You’ve got quite an attitude on you.” He teased, chuckling at your act. You crossed your arms and tried thinking of the best comeback, but none were coming to you.
“Well you’re easily distracted.” you finally said, giving him a playful grin. He raised an eyebrow at your comment. He tried to play it off, but there was a pang of embarrassment in his chest.
“Easily distracted? Me? I’m never distracted.” he protested, trying to sound confident.
“Oh yeah? Then how far along are you on those emails?” you teasingly asked, pointing to the laptop sitting on his desk. His eyes glanced over to the laptop, one that showed a half written email, and mentally cursed at himself. He had gotten distracted thinking of you, and then let you distract him even more with the playful bickering.
“I’m…uh…almost done,” he lied, trying to salvage what dignity he had left.
“Oh yeah?” you asked, a laugh escaping your lips. He tried to keep a cool demeanor, but he was getting more flustered as you teased him.
“Yes. I’m serious. I’m almost done,” he repeated, trying to sound more confident this time as he turned back to his laptop.
“Good, because I’d feel bad if I was the reason you couldn’t get any work done,’ you said, amused. He could feel his face getting more flushed. He tried to come up with a witty comeback, but all he got out was a flustered stammer.
“Y-you’re not the reason..I just..got distracted, that’s all,” he managed to get out, making you smirk as he finally admitted to being distracted.
“Then what’s got you so distracted?” you playfully asked, causing him to tense up. He didn’t want to admit it, so he tried coming up with the most convincing answer.
“I don't know..I guess I’m just tired from having to focus on tattooing all day.” he lied, now pretending to be more focused on this half written email on his screen.
You nodded with a grin on your face, not actually believing him, just having a lot of fun messing with him. He knew you didn’t believe him, but he was just thankful you stopped pushing the issue. He let out a sigh as he started typing again, doing his best to focus on the words, but he couldn’t stop letting his mind travel to you. His eyes involuntarily trailed back to you, causing you to smirk.
“Do I need to leave?” you teasingly asked, calling attention back to how easily distracted he was. His eyes widened slightly as he realized he had once again been caught staring, so he turned back to the screen, hiding his blushing face.
“N-no, you’re fine. I’m just..lost in thought,” he said, trying to play off that he was just straight ogling you. You giggled and crawled across the bed, moving closer to him.
“Whatcha thinkin about?” you asked, in a slightly annoying childish voice, wanting to tease him more. He swallowed hard as he heard you move closer to him. He tried his best to keep his composure.
“N-nothing important,” he lied. His eyes flickered over to you against his will, gauging how close you now were.
“Well, it’s obviously important enough that it keeps distracting you,” you said, feigning a sweet tone. He let out a soft huff, getting frustrated at how easily you were getting to him. He shifted in his chair, trying to maintain some semblance of control in this situation.
“It’s not important enough to share, trust me,” he said, his voice slightly strained. He tried keeping his gaze back on his screen as he felt the tension in the room grow thicker by the second, but his eyes trailed to you once more, curious as to why you were so quiet. Once his eyes landed on you, he saw that you were giving him a childish pout. He sighed, knowing that you always did that when you didn’t get your way, but he had to resist telling you the truth.
“Don’t give me that look,” he said, trying to sound stern, but you giggled when you noticed the amusement in his voice. He let out a defeated sigh and leaned back in his chair as his resolve crumbled away at the sound of your laugh.
“Fine. You wanna know what I was thinking about? It was you. I was thinking about you, alright?” He said, slightly embarrassed but also annoyed that you actually managed to pull it out of him.
You raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting him to be so blunt and say it already. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know, but you were surprised he just came out and told you straight.
“Oh, you were thinking about me?” you asked, once again bringing back your playful tone. His cheeks flushed more as he realized how bad of an idea it was to admit it. He didn’t want to, but you broke him down so easily.
“Yes, I was thinking about you,” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. He kept his gaze on you, gaging your reaction, “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
“And what about me were you thinking about?” you asked playfully with a smug smile. This caused him to groan. You had been playing at his frustration and desire all day, and now that he was forced to think about you, he was struggling to keep those thoughts under control.
“Everything about you. Your smile, your voice, your eyes…everything,” he said, his voice growing huskier. He shifted in his chair again, trying to alleviate the tension in his body. Your eyebrows raised slightly as an amused smile played on your lips.
“Everything?” you asked, your tone teasing, yet slightly seductive, causing his eyes to darken. He could feel the tension in the room reach its boiling point, and he had to refrain from losing control.
“Yes. Everything,” he repeated, his voice getting closer to a growl as you kept pushing his buttons. He gave himself permission to rake his eyes over your body now that he knew he had nothing to hide, “I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try.”
“Did this start before or after the tattoo?” you ask, seemingly unaffected by his tone or actions.
“Before. Long before,” he answered, his voice dripping with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes. He had developed an attraction to you a while ago, but being so close to you as he tattooed you just made it worse.
“And how did you feel when I told you where the tattoo was gonna be?” you asked. You were enjoying this way too much. Just watching him lose it right in front of you.
“I was…conflicted. On one hand, I was excited to finally get so close to you, but on the other, I knew it was going to be absolute torture.” he answered. You feigned offense at his playful choice of words.
“Torture? You saw being so close to me as torture?” you teasingly asked. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. You had a mischievous glint in your eyes and he knew that you were enjoying this a little too much.
“Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his tone getting more seductive, “Being so close to you, yet not being able to give in and.. touch you…it drove me insane.”
“Well looks like you’re gonna have to stay insane,” you teased, shrugging. He was just giving you more and more opportunities to mess with him, so now you were going to keep riling him up and just not give him what he wanted. His eyes darkened more at your words, his smirk fading into more of a frustrated expression.
“Don’t tease me like that…You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to touch you,” he said, his voice dropping to a low husky whisper as he leaned forward. You just gave him a smug smile as you relaxed back, supporting yourself on your hands as you met his gaze with a mischievous look.
“And that’s why I’m not gonna let you,” you said bluntly. His eyes widened at your serious tone, his face turning into a mixture of desire and determination.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, tempting me like that just to deny me. It’s cruel.” You just shrugged, amused with how easy it was to egg him on.
“You can’t do anything about it. I won’t let you, so you’re just gonna have to suffer from a distance,” you said nonchalantly with a smirk playing on your lips. He took a deep breath and glared at you.
“You make it so hard for me to be a gentleman,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, his eyes raking over your body hungrily, “You’re so damn tempting, sitting there all smug and teasing me like that,”
You let your eyes slowly trail over this figure, seeing how tense and worked up he was, before landing back on his eyes with a mischievous smirk on your lips. He’s making it so easy to get him riled up, and it just makes you more excited to finally break him. You knew this was all an act. He wanted you to think that you had no control over him, but in reality, he was wrapped around your finger.
“Hey, I said you couldn’t touch me. But if you’re nice, maybe I’ll touch you,” you said in a stern yet seductive voice, getting quieter towards the end. His breath hitched as you spoke and his body tensed at the thought of you touching him. He looked at you with a mix of desire and desperation in his eyes, slowly breaking.
“You’re killing me here. How can you say something like that and expect me to behave myself?” he said, his voice straining as he struggled to maintain his composure. You so badly wanted to make a face, finally cracking down on his faux dominance, but you knew exactly what you could do to get him to finally break. You gave him a teasing pitiful pout.
“Because you wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?” you asked in a soft teasing yet seductive tone. His eyes widened as the words left your mouth. He swallowed hard, doing his best to keep his composure, but his mind and body had already given in. It took a few moments for him to respond, but he gave in.
“Y-yes…I wanna be a good boy for you..” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. A proud smile formed on your lips, happy that you finally got to him.
You scooted back on the bed, creating a space for him, before patting the spot next to you. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between your face and the spot on the bed. He was torn between his desire to give in to your every whim, and his pride, but ultimately, the desire won and he slowly stood up and walked to the bed.
He sat stiffly, trying to maintain some semblance of control over himself, but his body was tense with anticipation. He looked at you with a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his eyes, waiting for your next move. Taking that as a sign to continue, you softly pushed against his shoulders until he was now lying down in front of you. He didn’t resist, but just tensed at your touch. He watched you intensely, his heart racing in his chest as he waited to see what you would do next. He felt vulnerable in this position, completely at someone’s mercy for the first time, but there was a sense of trust and excitement in his eyes.
Enjoying the adorable man completely giving himself to you, you gave him a warm smile as you softly started tracing your fingers against his stomach, trailing them over his hips and down his legs, giving him a glimpse of the new dynamic. His breath hitched at your touch, his skin felt extra sensitive as he was not used to being so vulnerable, but also loving it.
“Now remember, no touching,” you said softly yet sternly as you looked into his eyes.
“I..I won’t touch you…I promise,” he said, his trembling voice barely above a whisper. His body felt like it was shaking with desire, but he was determined to be good for you.
You gave him a soft smile and a quiet, ‘Good boy,’ as you continued teasing your fingers across his body. He just watched and took in the feeling as you started trailing your fingers down to the hem of his shirt. You hooked your fingers under and pulled up until there was just a delicious thin strip of bare skin between his waistband and shirt, and softly traced your fingers over it, watching his reaction as you teased him.
Nick’s eyes fluttered shut and a soft gasp caught in his throat as he felt your fingers brush against his bare skin. He could feel his body responding to your touch, his skin tingling with every gentle graze of your fingers. He was completely under our spell and he knew it. He let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes to look up at you, his gaze filled with desire and submission.
You bit back a smirk as you caught his gaze. You knew that he was falling deeper and deeper under your control and you loved it. You looked back down to where your fingers traced against his skin and slowly moved them up, bringing the shirt with them. He watched as you slowly lifted his shirt, exposing more and more of his skin to your touch. He could feel the heat rising in his body, and his breathing grew heavier with each passing second.
You were going to tease him for as long as he let you, so once the shirt lifted to right above his navel, you leaned down and started softly littering kisses on his bare skin. His breath hitched as he felt your lips touch his skin. The sensation flooding his mind, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. His eyes closed as his body overreacted to your touch.
“That feels so good…” he managed to whisper out, his voice thick with desire. He wanted to touch you so badly, to get you to speed up, but he knew he had to resist. He was determined to let you take the lead, even if it killed him.
You looked up at him with a playful gaze as you started trailing kisses higher and higher, lifting the shirt with you. You just wanted to see how long it was going to take him to start begging for more. As he felt your lips trail up and his shirt rise, he opened his eyes and looked down, meeting yours. He had a look of desperation and admiration, and you could tell this was slowly driving him insane.
“Please…don’t stop,” he begged, his voice ragged. He was struggling to keep his composure as his body tensed and trembled with desire. He was completely under your spell, willing to do anything to keep feeling your touch.
Once his stomach and chest were on full display, you continued to litter his skin with soft kisses, occasionally licking and nipping at sensitive spots. This caused him to lose himself in a haze of pleasure, his body responding to your every touch. He let out a string of low moans and soft gasps and his back arched, pressing himself against your lips more.
“F-fuck…you’re driving me crazy,” he managed to gasp out, his voice laced with need and desire.
You were enjoying the sight of him falling apart under your touch, so you slowly started upping your game. Trailing kisses back down his chest and stomach, you slid your hand onto his thigh, softly rubbing it, moving your hand up and down, and occasionally rubbing his inner thigh. He let out a soft gasp as his body started responding to your touch, his muscles tensing and his breath picking up. Enjoying his reactions, you started moving your hand higher, getting a little too close to his growing bulge. He let out a strangled moan as his hips involuntarily bucked slightly in response.
“Please…please don’t tease me like that,” he pleaded, his voice almost a whine and filled with desperation. He was growing more and more frustrated and desperate with each passing moment, his body aching for your touch.
“Be a good boy for me, baby,” you said softly, with a slightly demanding tone. As much as you enjoyed his begging, you’d never give in. You were going to make a mess of him.
Nick shuttered at your words, his body responding instinctively to your command. He wanted to be good for you, to obey your every whim. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to regain control over himself.
“I-I’m trying…I’m trying to be good,” he gasped out, his voice strained. He could feel the tension building inside of him, the need for more growing stronger by the second.
Humming appreciatively, your kisses started getting lower, now running along his waistband, and your hand moved higher, now brushing against his bulge. He let out a shaky airy moan, jolts of pleasure shooting through his body every time he felt you moved your hand.
“Oh god… you’re killing me,” he whimpered. His body trembled in anticipation, him wanting nothing more than for you to touch him, to give him the release he so desperately needed.
A small giggle erupted from your throat, the vibrations traveling to his sensitive skin. You lifted your head and just watched him as you started softly palming him through his jeans. A strangled moan left his lips as he felt the heat and pressure of your hand against him. Every time you rubbed your hand against him, he let out a small gasp, his body tensing in response.
“Please, baby…more…I need it so badly,” he begged, a desperate, pathetic whimper.
“Beg all you want, my love, you’re gonna get what I give you,” you said with a slightly stern tone. He whimpered again at your tone, his body submitting to your will. He knew there was no use in begging, but he couldn’t help himself. The need for your touch was overwhelming, and he would do anything to feel your hands on him.
“I’ll be good…I’ll do whatever you want,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to take pity on him.
His eyes just made you want to tease him more. This was becoming too fun for you. To have so much control over him that he could look up at you with those pretty eyes, begging you to help him. It was like a drug, and you just wanted more.
Keeping your eyes on his, you leaned back down and pressed your lips on the waistband of his pants, and slowly kissed closer and closer to his aching bulge. He watched with a bated breath as your lips moved closer. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body tense with anticipation. He desperately wanted you to touch him, to give him the release he craved so badly. He let out a shaky moan once you were so close yet so far from where he needed you the most.
You gave him one final look, before placing a sloppy open mouth kiss against the height of his bulge. He let out a loud moan the second your lips finally made contact with it. The feeling of your warm mouth through the fabric was almost too much to bear, and he couldn’t stop himself as he bucked his hips up against you.
“Oh god..yes…please..” he gasped out, his voice laced with need and desperation. He was completely at your mercy now, unable to control the way his body responded to you.
Pleased with his reaction, you decided to step it up a notch and softly sink your teeth into it. Not enough to hurt him, but just enough for him to really feel you through the fabric. He let out a strangled cry. The sensation was both shocking and pleasurable, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. His body shuttered as his hips bucked, desperately trying to get more friction.
“F-fuck…do that again…please..” he gasped. He was completely lost in the moment, completely lost in your touch.
Even though you said you wouldn’t give in to his commands, you enjoyed the reaction too much. You softly pressed your teeth into him again, this time running your tongue along the fabric between them. He let out a loud moan as you did it again, the sensation of your tongue sending shivers down his spine. He was practically writhing beneath you now, his body wracked with pleasure.
“God…I can’t take it anymore…please..let me cum..I need to come so badly,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse and desperate. The feeling was too much and he was ready to explode at any moment. You lifted your head and looked at him, giving him a pathetic pitiful look.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already about to cum?” you asked condescendingly. He let out a strangled whimper at your words, his face flushing with embarrassment. He knew it was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. He was so pent up, so desperate for release.
“I-I know…I’m sorry..I just can’t help it,” He said, his voice trembling. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy, “Please…just touch me…I need to feel your hands on me..”
You raised an eyebrow as you brought your hand back to his bulge, softly palming him again, giving him a small sliver of what he was begging for.
“And why should I do that?” you asked. He let out a shaky breath as he felt your hand on him again. His hips arched up against your hand, desperate for more friction.
“Because…because I’ve been good for you. I’ve been doing everything you asked..please..just give me a reward..” He begged. He was practically panting now, his body trembling with desire.
“Oh, you want a reward? After all the begging and commands for more, you think you deserve a reward” you asked, your tone condescending yet teasing. You hooked your leg over his and moved to straddle his thighs as a way to get more of an advantage on him. You began palming him again, this time much lighter so he couldn’t get as much pleasure from it, causing a whine of frustration to leave his lips. It was torture, and he could feel himself getting even more worked up.
“Please..I’ve been a good boy. I’ve done everything you asked…I need this so badly,” he begged, his voice shaking with need as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. Smirking at his desperation, you moved your hand up to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button then unzipping them. You looked back up at him as your fingers started toying with the waistband of his boxers.
“I don’t know. You’ve been pretty naughty, always bucking your hips even when I told you that you had to be good and not try to touch me,” you teased. He could feel his heart racing as you played with the waistband of his boxers and your words sending a shiver down his spine.
“I’m sorry…I couldn’t help it. You just feel so good,” he gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper. He was desperate, willing to get on his hands and knees if it meant you’d give him the release he so desperately craved. You finally hooked your fingers under his waistband.
“You gonna be a good boy and let me touch you?” you asked, your voice raspy with seduction. His eyes locked onto yours as he swallowed hard.
“Yes..I’ll be good..Just please..please touch me..” he pleaded, his voice shaking with desire. He would do anything to feel your hands on him. Absolutely anything. You start to pull his pants and boxers down, but stop, right before his tip could peek out. It couldn’t hurt to keep teasing him, right?
“You know, I don’t know if I believe you. Maybe you should beg some more,” you said, looking back into his eyes with a mischievous look. He looked at you with pleading eyes, his desperation evident. He could feel the cold air on the sensitive skin of his tip, and it was driving him crazy.
“Please…I’ll do anything. I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to. Just please touch me. I need it so badly. I need to feel your hands on me. I’ll be good. I promise.” A smile formed on your lips on your lip at his begging.
As much as you’d love to see him on his knees, begging to be touched, you figured you could just give it to him. You pulled down his pants and boxers more, just enough for his cock to spring out. The tip was red, hot, and desperate for attention. He let out a sigh of relief as you freed his aching cock. He looked up at you with a mix of desperation and gratitude.
“..Thank you…” he whispered out, his voice trembling. He could feel the cold air on his exposed cock, and it was driving him wild. He wanted you to touch him so badly, to relieve the intense pressure that had been building inside him.
He let out a low moan as you ran your fingers against his sensitive skin, his body tensing at the touch. He closed his eyes, his breathing ragged and uneven. As you wrap your hand around him and brush your hand over the tip, he let out a gasp, his hips bucking up involuntarily.
“Oh god…that feels so good..” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
A string of curses escapes his lips as you start loosely pumping his cock, the feeling of your hand dragging against his skin sending waves of pleasure through his body. He tried to keep his hips still, but they kept bucking into your touch, seeking more friction.
“Please…more…I need more,” he gasped out, voice hoarse with need. You stopped your movements and looked up at him.
“Stop moving and begging or else I’ll stop,” you said, your voice stern and condescending. He whimpered at your command, his body going rigid as he forced himself to stop moving. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his expression pleading.
“I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t move or beg…just please…don’t stop,” he pleaded with a trembling voice. He desperately wanted to obey your orders, wanting to prove that he could be good for you. That he deserved this.
Humming contently at his words, you shift your position, now moving your hips closer to his until the base of his cock was pressed right against your covered core. He let out a strangled moan as you moved. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to thrust his hips up against you, but he forced himself to stay still, remembering your command.
“Please…can I touch you? Just a little bit?” he begged.
“Good boy for asking, but no,” you said with a teasing smile. He let out a frustrated groan as you denied his request, but quickly forgot about it as you started rocking your hips against his cock, rubbing yourself against him. The feeling of your heat against him was almost too much to handle, and he had to fight the urge to grab your hips and pull you closer.
“God…you’re so cruel..” he gasped out. You giggled as you stopped your movements.
“Cruel? My love, you better watch your mouth,” you said with a mischievous grin. He swallowed hard as he realized what he had done. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help it. He was so desperate for you, so needy.
“I’m sorry..I didn’t mean it. You’re not cruel, you’re just…driving me crazy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stared at you with his signature pleading eyes, begging for you to continue.
You softly giggled at his apology. He just gave you a perfect opening to mess with him just a little bit more. He watched as you slid off his lap and stood beside the bed, a whimper escaping his lips, worried he actually ruined his chance at release. He looked at you with a look of curiosity and frustration, wondering what you were planning next. With your eyes still on his, you slowly moved your hands to your pants and undid them, before slowly pulling them down and stepping out of them. His eyes widened as you were now left in only underwear.
With a smirk, you crawled back into the position you were in before, straddling his hips. He felt his cock twitch as he watched you and felt your bare legs now pressed against his hips.
“Fuck…you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
He let out a low moan as you grabbed his cock and positioned it against your wet panty-covered core. The feeling of your wetness against him was too much to bear, and he involuntarily bucked his hips again.
“Please..I need to feel you..no more teasing.” He pleaded, his voice thick with desperation and need.
“I was gonna let you touch me, but since you keep making commands and bucking into me, I guess I won’t,” you said looking down at him sternly. His eyes widened as you spoke, making him curse under his breath, regretting his actions.
“No, no, no..I’m sorry..please. I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ll be good. Just please..please please let me touch you,” he begged, his hands still gripping the sheets tightly. He was desperate to feel your skin against his, to feel the warmth and softness of your body. You hummed as you debated his words.
“Thighs only,” you said as you watched the way he gripped the sheets below him. He let out a sigh of relief as you agreed to let him touch your thighs, albeit just your thighs. He let go of the sheets and reached up to grip your thighs, his hands finally being able to slide up and down your soft skin.
“Thank you…thank you so much..” he whispered, his fingers softly digging into your flesh. He massaged and gripped at your thighs gently, trying to show you how grateful he was for even this small amount of contact.
You hummed at the feeling of his large hands on your thighs. Slowly and softly, you began rocking your hips as you watched him. Nick let out a shaky breath at the feeling of your core rubbing against him, driving him insane. He gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he fought the urge to thrust up against you.
“God…you feel so good. I wish I could feel you without these damn panties in the way,” he groaned through gritted teeth, his voice strained with need. Pleased with his reaction, and secretly agreeing with him, you slipped your hand down and slid your panties to the side.
“Your wish is my command, my love,” you said as you pressed your now bare pussy against him. A loud moan left his lips as he watched. The feeling of your bare skin against his was almost too much to handle, and he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Oh..f-fuck..that’s so much better,” he gasped out, his hands sliding up to grip your hips, pulling you closer.
“Hey. Thighs only, remember?” you said sternly. You enjoy the way he pulled you, but you couldn’t have him thinking he can just get away with doing what he wants. He quickly let go of your hips, grumbling in frustration, but obeyed your command and brought his hands back to your thighs.
“Sorry..you just feel so good..I couldn’t help myself..I want to feel all of you..” he whimpered.
“Be a good boy, and you will,” you said as you started moving your hips again. He fit so perfectly between your folds and rested perfectly against your clit, rubbing it every time you moved.
He watched as you moved, his eyes fixed on the spot where you were connected. The feeling of your slick folds against his sensitive skin was almost too much, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
“I’ll be good..I promise. I’ll be the best boy for you, just please..don’t stop,” he gasped out. He gripped your thighs tightly, trying to control himself and not buck his hips again.
You held him closer to your core, applying more pressure. You hummed a moan, loving the feeling of him rubbing against your clit. He groaned as he felt his cock throbbing against you. He could feel your arousal dripping down his shaft, and it was driving him wild. He wanted nothing more than to grab your hips and thrust up into you, but he knew he had to be patient and wait for your permission.
The pleasure of his cock dragging against you was so nice, and you needed more. You let go of him and moved up his hips more, your core now right above him, and started grinding into him. Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt him rubbing through your folds and against your clit so perfectly. His eyes widened, and he let out a guttural moan, the feeling of your slickness against him becoming too much to bear. He could feel your arousal coating his cock, and he desperately wanted to be inside you.
“Fuck…you’re so wet…so hot..” he gasped out, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter.
The feeling of his hands gripping you in pleasure and need just added to the feeling, causing you to speed up your movements and applying more pressure, needing to feel him against you more. His hands gripped your thighs tight enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if they left a bruise, the pressure and friction against his cock becoming almost unbearable. He could feel his release building up inside him, but he fought it, not wanting this moment to end.
“Please..I need more, I need to be inside you, I need to feel you clenching around me,” he pleaded, his foggy mind causing him to whine. You couldn’t agree more. He let out a gasp as you grabbed his cock and positioned it at your entrance, the feeling of the tip pressing against your slick heat sending shivers down his spine. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to continue.
“Please…please let me inside. I’ll do anything,” he pathetically whimpered.
You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to let out a frustrated groan as you teased him. He could feel his cock twitching as you slowly took him, desperate for more.
“You’re torturing me..please..I need to feel all of you,” he begged, his hands returning to your hips and desperately grabbing at them. You wanted to scold him again, but felt as if you teased him enough, so you let it slide as you finally sank down on him.
Nick let out a loud moan as your hips met, the feeling of your tight walls enveloping him was overwhelming. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold back from thrusting up into you.
“Oh..god..you feel so good,” he gasped out, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your core, causing his eyes to shoot back to you as you pressed his fingers against your clit. Quickly understanding, he began rubbing circled against your sensitive nub as you began moving up and down.
“Oh yes..just like that,” he groaned, his other hand gripping your hip tightly as he tried to hold on for as long as possible.
A low moan left your lips. The feeling of him filling you up so perfectly, mixed with him rubbing your clit was mind-numbing. You involuntarily clenched around him in pleasure, causing a strangled moan to leave his lips. The feeling of your walls tightening around him almost sending him over the edge. He continued rubbing you, but his movements became more erratic as he fought to hold back his own release.
“You’re so tight… squeezing me so good..” he gasped out, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside you.
You couldn’t fight back the sounds that wanted to escape your lips. He just felt so good and you could feel yourself getting closer. You just needed a little more.
“Nick?” you whimpered out, causing his eyes to shoot up and meet yours with a dark look of desire.
“Yes, my love?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need. He continued rubbing you, his fingers moving faster and harder against you, hoping to bring you closer to your release. You had to fight back gasps as you said the words you knew he wanted to hear.
“Fuck me,” you sternly pleaded, needing him to take over. His eyes widened at your plea, his heart racing in his chest. He had been holding back for so long, so he couldn’t resist any longer.
“With pleasure,” he growled as his hand moved back to your hip, his grip tightening as he began to thrust up into you, meeting your movements with powerful strokes.
Instantly, loud moans left your lips as you brought your hands up to his chest, leaning on him for support as you gave him full control. He groaned as you gave him a better angle to thrust into you. He could feel your body trembling, and he knew you were getting close.
“That’s it, baby…Let go. I’ve got you,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he pounded into you relentlessly, finally not having to hold back anymore.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your eyebrows furrowed as pleasure coursed through your body with each thrust. Your release was approaching faster and faster. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew you were getting close.
“You’re so close, I can feel it. Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he growled, his own release rapidly approaching.
With a few more thrusts, you came undone. A loud moan fell from your lips as your head dropped and pleasure took over your body. Nick watched as your body shook in pleasure and he let out a loud groan as he felt your walls spasming around him, the sensation officially pushing him over the edge.
“F-fuck,” he grunted, his hips stuttering as he thrust up into you a few more times before spilling himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside you.
Another loud moan left your lips as you felt his hot cum spill into you. You involuntarily clenched around him more, milking every last drop before collapsing onto his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel your heart beating wildly against his own, and he couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of being so close to you.
“Fuck…that was amazing,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from exertion. He ran his fingers through your hair and gently stroked your back as he basked in the afterglow of your orgasms.
Once you both finally calmed down, your heartbeats gradually slowing down as you came down from your high, he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, feeling a wave of affection wash over him.
“You’re amazing, my love,” he murmured against your hair, his fingers still gently running through it. You hummed at his praise and affection, bathing in the dopamine. He chuckled softly at your response, his hands now tracing soothing circles on your back.
“You’re so quiet now. I think I wore you out,” he teased. A smirk formed on your lips. There was no way you were going to let him bask in that small moment of dominance. You looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek, ready to pull out your winning move.
“Yeah, you were such a good boy, Nick,” you said softly, giving him a proud look. His eyes widened and he felt a slight shiver run down his spine, loving the praise.
“You think I’m a good boy?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he leaned into your touch. You softly brushed your thumb against his cheek.
“Such a good boy. Listening to me and making me feel so good,” you said with a teasing seductive tone, softly clenching around him still inside you to really prove your point. He let out a low moan, his cock still sensitive from his orgasm. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of pleasure at your words and actions.
“Oh god..don’t..don’t do that. You’re gonna get me worked up again,” he groaned, his grip on you tightening slightly as he tried to control himself. You giggled mischievously at his reaction.
“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you asked playfully. Nick shook his head, a mixture of amusement and frustration on his face.
“No, we wouldn’t. But you’re making it so hard to behave right now,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. He shifted slightly underneath you, trying to adjust himself so he wasn’t so sensitive, but it was difficult with you still wrapped around him. You hummed, amused. He was just making this too easy.
“You’re a good boy, Nick, I know you’ll behave,” you said softly as you ‘absentmindedly’ shifted into a ‘more comfortable position’, so your hips were slightly raised, him still halfway inside you.
Nick let out a soft groan, his cock twitching as you shifted. He could feel your breath on his chest, and the feeling of your body pressed against him was driving him crazy. He tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths and focusing on your words.
“I’m trying..but it’s not easy when you’re being so tempting,” he muttered, his hands moving to your hips, gently rubbing circles against your skin.
You giggled softly. This wasn’t anywhere near over for him. He was smug now, but you were going to break him until he cried. With your head still lying on his chest and a sweet smile on your lips, you very slowly started moving your hips. Pressing them down torturously slow so he sank back into you, then lifting them so he dragged back out of you. He let out a strangled moan, the slow and deliberate movements driving him crazy. He gripped you hips tightly, trying to control himself as you teased him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he groaned out, his eyes closed as he tried to focus on anything but the feeling of your body against his.
“Just be a good boy and ignore me,” you said sweetly as you continued your movements, loving the feeling of him slowly dragging in and out of you.
He let out a low growl, his fingers digging into your hips as he fought to follow your instructions. He desperately wanted to thrust up into you, to take control and make you his, but he knew that you were testing him. And he couldn’t let himself disobey your orders.
“It’s not that easy,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the way your ass moved up and down on him.
“Just think of anything but the feeling of your cock slowly pumping in and out of me,” you teased, your tone full of faux innocence. His eyes darkened at your words and he let out a frustrated huff.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Torturing me like this?” he asked, his voice laced with both desire and annoyance. He tried to think of anything else, but everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was the image of you riding him.
“Torturing you would be forcing you to stop touching me again,” you teased, a mischievous smile forming on your face. His grip on your hips tightened as his eyes snapped open and looked at you.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, his voice low and serious. You were right, but he was already struggling to control himself as is.
Hearing his challenge, you lifted yourself so now you were holding yourself up on your hands and knees, able to easily rock back and forth to continue teasing him. His breath hitched in his throat, this angle making it even more difficult to resist the urge to thrust up into you. You looked straight into his eyes with a mischievous look.
“Don’t challenge me, love. I absolutely will if I have to,” you said, your tone condescending yet seductive.
“You’re such a brat, you know that?” he growled, his voice low and husky. Despite his frustration, he couldn’t help but find your confidence and control arousing. You brought your hand to his jaw and held it, forcing him to look at you.
“Now now. Don’t be mean. I could make this absolute torture for you,” you said sternly with a smirk. His eyes narrowed as his gaze was locked on yours. He knew you had the upper hand in this situation, but he couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration and excitement at your dominance, wanting to test it.
“And what exactly would you do to me, hm?” he asked, his voice dripping with defiance. You raised an eyebrow at his tone.
“You really wanna know?” you asked, your tone both teasing yet threatening. His expression darkened, a hint of a challenge in his eyes.
“Yes, I do. I want to know what you’d do to punish me for being mean,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He couldn’t resist the temptation to push your buttons, even if it meant getting himself in trouble.
You let out a huff at his bratty attitude. Within a blink of an eye, you grabbed his wrists and held them above his head as you fully sunk down on him, using your body weight as leverage to keep him pinned. He gasped as you moved. He struggled against your grip, but found that he couldn’t break free. And the feeling of being completely inside of you again caused a moan to rumble deep in his chest.
“Oh god..you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of desire and frustration. You leaned down so your lips were close to his ear.
“You tested me. You wanted to be a naughty boy, so now you’re stuck like this,” you whispered harshly into his ear, causing him to shuttered and tense beneath you. He couldn’t tell if he hated being restrained like this, or if it turned him on even more.
“I-I didn’t mean to be naughty. I can’t help myself when you’re being such a brat,” he protested weakly, his hips twitching as he tried to move against you.
He was really pushing his luck now. You tightly clenched around him in punishment as he called you a brat again. He let out a low groan, the feeling of your tight walls gripping him making it difficult for him to think straight. He finally gave in.
“Watch it.” you said sternly.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to call you a brat. You’re just so damn irresistible when you’re in control like this,” he whimpered out, a hint of frustration in his tone.
“I’m glad you enjoy it, because now you’re stuck like this. I’m not moving,” you said harshly. He let out a frustrated whine at your words.
“You can’t leave me like this. I need more. I need to feel you moving on me,” he pleaded, his hips shifting beneath you in a futile attempt to get some friction. You just pressed your hips into his more as your grip on his wrists tightened.
“I can do as I please. And it’s not so bad right? Feeling my tight pussy around you as you’re restrained to the bed. You get to think about the way you came in me. The way you thrusted in me and how I moaned in pleasure. The way my body shook as I came around your cock,” you whispered in his ear, your voice both seductive and menacing.
He let out a low whine as you effectively immobilized him. Your words sent shivers down his spine and he could feel his cock twitch inside you as he thought about everything you said.
“You’re evil,” he whined, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he struggled against your grip on his wrists.
“That’s what you get when you’re a naughty boy. You’re lucky you even get to feel me. I could tie you to this bed as I play with my pussy in front of you and never let you touch me,” you whispered menacingly into his ear. His eyes widened at your threat, and he felt a pang of desperation in his chest.
“No, no, please don’t do that. I’ll be good, I probably. I’ll be your good boy,” he said quickly, his voice a pleading whine. The thought of being denied any further contact with you was too much to bear.
“Oh? So you wanna be a good boy again?” you ask condescendingly. He nodded vigorously, his expression full of submission.
“Yes, yes, I do. I’ll do anything you say. I’ll be your good boy, your obedient slave. Just please, please let me touch you. Let me feel you,” he begged, his voice trembling with desperation. A small amused huff left your lips.
“Sorry, my love. You haven’t proved yourself just yet. But I’ll give you a chance. No touching. No moving. Got it?” you asked him sternly. He let out a frustrated growl, but nodded in defeat.
“I got it. No touching and no moving. I’ll stay still like a good boy,” he said, his voice tinged with resignation. He was desperate for your touch, but he knew he had to obey your rules if he wanted any chance of being rewarded.
You let out a hum of appreciation as you began moving your hips again. He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to move. Instead, he focused on your words and kept his hands firmly pinned above his head, even though every fiber in his being was screaming for him to try and touch you.
You two finished cleaning yourselves up and getting dressed again. You were cuddling on his bed, whispering sweet things to him, praising him and complimenting him. Telling him how good he was and how pretty his eyes looked when he looked up at you like that. He just softly hummed at your praise, staring up at you in adoration as you spoke.
That’s when you heard the door downstairs close and a stampede of feet come into the house, causing you two to scramble up and out of his bed. You both took one last look at yourselves, making sure the previous event wasn’t painstakingly obvious, before opening his bedroom door and going back to the places you were before. Him on his laptop and you nonchalantly scrolling on his bed.
You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned to the door to see a smiling Noah appear.
“Show me the new tat,” he said excitedly, causing you to laugh.
You sat up and lifted your shirt, holding it right below your bra. He got closer and looked at it smiling.
“That’s sick! It really fits you. Nick did a good job,” he said as he examined it. You smiled and turned to Nick, who was watching you two.
“Yeah. He did really good,” you said, secretly winking at Nick since Noah’s eyes were focused on your new piece.
Nick blushed and turned back to his laptop as Noah stood back up and looked at you. But then his eyes caught something.
“And what’s that?” he said, a smirk forming on his face as he pointed to your neck. The fresh love bite, still forming on your skin.
author’s note: a special birthday treat for my beloved @darksigns-exe who wanted a little euclid. i hope you enjoy! happy birthday bestie have the best day 🩷✨
author’s note 2: thank you @concretejunglefm, @concretenoah, and @baddestomens for taking a peek when i was worrying ily guys!!
title from "emergence" by sleep token / dividers by enchanthings / header for once by me :)
You startle awake to a crashing noise from the direction of the kitchen and an empty bed.
You peer over at the clock on your bedside to see it’s still only quarter ‘til 8. It’s your birthday morning, and years with the boys have taught you that you likely have a delightful day ahead of you, planned meticulously by them. You’re all too eager to see where they’ve started, too impatient to wait in bed and pretend to be asleep like you’re sure they’d like for you to do.
You get out of bed carefully, pad down the hallway on your tippy toes so as not to give yourself away.
When you find yourself in the kitchen, leaning against the island watching them, they don’t notice you at first. They’re a little too wrapped up in each other, Nick’s arms drawn tightly around Noah’s middle, dishes strewn all about because they never can quite keep it together when you’re not around to keep them in line.
Noah is pressing a sloppy kiss to Nick’s cheek when from the corner of his eye, he spots you. His expression drops just slightly, for only a moment, before Nick turns his head to follow Noah’s gaze.
You know you’ve ruined the surprise, seeing breakfast and the mess before they had the chance to present it to you. You never get to see this part, though, and you couldn’t help your curiosity. It endears you, more than anything — you didn’t know they managed to make this much mess every time.
“Ruined the surprise, sorry,” you say, but they’re already separating from each other and making their way over to you and crowding into your space before you have any time to feel guilty.
“Happy birthday, honey,” Nick says first, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and a warm, gentle hand just beneath the hem of your t-shirt. His t-shirt.
Noah parrots his sentiment, a kiss of his own pressed to the top of your head, before throwing Nicky under the bus. “We would have been back to you before you woke up, but Nicky burnt an omelette.”
You feel them fighting a little behind you — no matter how long, always on occasion still bickering teenagers. You leave them to it, turning on your heels to find what they have set up for you at the kitchen table.
Two happy birthday balloons and a vase of pretty, pink and purple flowers. You wonder for a moment who helped them pick them out — Nick’s mom or his sister. You always love what the boys pick, but this has the ladies written all over it.
There’s a big box from the bakery down the street, and when you lift the lid, it’s all of your favorite treats.
There’s a rectangular gift, daintily wrapped, with an envelope tucked into the ribbon. Your name is written in Noah’s messy scrawl.
“I thought we could go to the botanical gardens today, the weather is nice,” Nick says, sidling up behind you.
“Maybe the art museum after? Grab a late lunch?” Noah continues, carrying a suspiciously small plate of pancakes in from the kitchen. You wonder how many he burnt. Your cheeks warm, so endeared.
“And then we have to be back by 7:30, because there will be some people waiting to celebrate you, please try to act surprised.”
You don’t have a moment to shoot Nick a glare of fake outrage before the smoke detector starts to go. The second omelette, you suppose.
“Okay, how about this,” you say, grabbing the box of pastries and heading for the back door while Noah waves a tea towel at the alarm and Nick gets the skillet off the stove. “We can order in some breakfast, and go sit outside while we wait.”
You think about the wonderful day ahead of you as you sit yourself down in the sun, a boy on either side of you. The botanical gardens will be nice, a stroll through your favorite art exhibit, a late afternoon lunch at the café.
You’re sure you could be happy just like this — your head resting on Nick’s shoulder, Noah’s resting on yours, both of their hands warm on the bare skin of your thighs.
You’ll go and let yourself be pampered by them, though you’ve long ago come to find that every day with them is a treat, flanked by their adoration always.
