Sun In Your Eyes 2
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Warnings: this fic may include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. This fic also contains body insecurity and mentions of weight. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: your girls’ trip is spoiled by the appearance of some unexpected men.
Characters: Nick Fowler, plus! reader
Note: this is the last half of the first story in my plus AU. Stories will only be 1-2 chapters in length.
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After you eat, Nick offers you a third seltzer. You accept if only to avoid another awkward back and forth. He's being nice and you're starting to feel like the dark cloud Melina accused you of being.
You sip as you tidy up the food. Nick grabs some used skewers before you can and slides them on the cardboard box you're using to hold them. You thank him.
"You really don't have to help." You insist.
"And why do you have to do all the cleaning up?" He wonders. "Doesn't seem fair."
"Well, no one wants ants or hornets invading." You shrug.
"Guess not. How's that seltzer? I grabbed the raspberry. It's... A choice." He grabs his can and eyes it.
"Oh, it's lime I think. I can't really tell the difference."
"Right." He puts the can back in the sand and helps you collect the empty ones.
You're quiet as you work together. It's nice to have help but you're still uneasy. You glance over at the water. Everyone ran back out the moment they got their fill. They're all giggling and touching; Sophie is as good as straddling Colin.
"So... You like your men like you like your alcohol?" Nick asks.
You blink and look at him. "Huh?"
He chuckles. "Strong?" He winks and laughs again. "It's cheesy but I'm trying here."
"Ah, hah." You eke out. You're not sure how to respond.
"Actually, the fake laugh feels worse." He puts the bag of empty cans aside. "All clean, so are you gonna come out in the water now?"
You stare at him. "What?"
"It's hot as hell out here and you've been up on the hot sand all day. You gotta," he insists.
"It's fine. I'm not much of a swimmer."
"I am. I'll make sure you don't drift off to sea."
You soften a sigh. "It's a lake."
"You know what I mean. Come on." He pleads.
You look at him. He's muscular and lean and handsome. He doesn't have to worry about anything.
"Let me just... Take off my cover up and I'll meet you out there.
"You're coming with me," he counters. "So..."
Melina is right. You're a party pooper. This is a vacation and odds are after today, you won't see any of these guys ever again. They aren't there for you.
"Alright."
You turn and strip off the cover-up hesitantly. You drop it and brace yourself before you turn around. You pass him and head for the water.
Before you can react, he comes up behind you and scoops you up. You cry out as he carries you toward the lapping water. You can't help but cling to him.
"Please, don't --"
Before you can beg him not to drop you, you're in the water. You don't feel so precarious as it lightens the load. But you're embarrassed.
"Please," you wriggle free and put space between you.
"I'm just having fun with you." He says.
"I know. I... I'm just not... I don't like being picked up. It's..." You cross your arms as the water splashes up over your shoulders. "Look at me."
His cheek dimples and he wades closer. His eyes crinkle. "I'm looking." He smirks. "I have been."
You flinch. He's drunk. He's three drinks in and so are you. Let it go and just let him talk. Soon enough, the others will tire themselves out.
"Uh huh," you say as you sink down until you're immersed to your neck.
"Tease," he chuckles and mimics you. "You can't hide forever."
You stare at him. He's really trying to get to you but you can't tell if he really means any of it. If he does, would he just laugh about it after with all his fit friends?
"So... You have a place up here?" You ask, hoping to shift focus.
"Nah. Colin." He drifts closer to you. "It's not bad. Secluded but I prefer the Carribean. You been?"
You shake your head. "Too hot."
"Eh, the less you wear, the less you notice," he winks.
Your lashes flick. "Do you think you should have some water?"
"I'm buzzed," he waves you off. "I'm fine."
"Hm, okay." You accept. "But I think I might need some."
"Sure, babe, sounds like a plan."
You wade around him but he moves with you. You stop.
"You can wait here. I'll be right back." You assure him.
"I don't know. I feel like you're tryna run away." He grins.
"I'm just getting water." You promise.
You back away cautiously. You turn to head for the shore and as you come out of the water, it soaked down your thighs as your swimsuit clings to your skin. You're too self-aware to reach back and fix it as it rides up your butt.
A whistle sounds from behind you. You glance over your shoulder as Nick waves. You quickly spin back and hurry to the cooler.
Maybe it's you. Maybe you had one too many. You take out a water bottle and twist the cap. You take a deep gulp and gasp at the coolness.
You turn and peer out at the water again. Nick is watching you. You’re less annoyed and more uneasy. Something about him is off. Most guys would take a hint by now.
It’s not anything to do with his looks, you just didn’t come here to hook up. And definitely not to be the DUFF. You put the bottle down and drag your feet through the sand. Just a little longer. The sky is starting to dim.
You push your legs through water as Nick reaches for you. You evade his hand.
“Brr, getting chilly, huh?” He drawls.
“A little, you say as you stir the water with your hands.
“Come here,” he gets close and wraps his arms around you. You let out and oomph and put your hands against his chest as he draws you in. “Just relax, sweetheart. You gotta try to enjoy your vacation.” He sways with you in the waves. “Look at your friends. They’re having fun.”
You glance over. They’re a bit further away than you expected. Sophie and Colin are headed to the beach, Melina and her guy are close and chatting near the sand bar, and Lindsay is entwined with her match.
“Don’t you want to have some fun?” He asks.
You look at him and flinch as he crashes his lips into yours. You grunt and lean your head back, gasping up at the sky. “Nick–”
“Shh, baby. You’re gonna ruin it for everyone else.” He growls. “I’m not doing nothing. Just easing you in.”
“Can you let me go?” You wriggle in his grasp, your arms bent and trapped against him. He’s stronger than you expect, not that you wrestle men often.
“Sh-sh-sh,” he hushes you as he keeps one arm around you and the other snakes down. His hand brushes down your side and he grips the meat of your hip. You buck against him.
“Nick,” you yelp.
“Shut the fuck up!” His eyes darken as his voice grits in his throat. “Don’t be a fucking drama queen and calm down. Your friends aren’t gonna be too happy if you cockblock them.”
“What–” You crane to see Lindsay as she grinds on her guy in the water.
“Probably why they left you up on the sand so be a good girl…” he feels along the front of your swimsuit. “And just be quiet.”
He pushes his fingertips against the wet fabric along your crotch. You twitch and spread your hands over the top of his chest. You look him in the face and wince.
“Why are you doing this?” You hiss.
“Because you got me fucking hard wiggling that ass around. Why do you think?” He shoves his fingers between your folds, the wet suit chafing your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so soft.”
He pushes the fabric aside and slips between your lips. You flinch again. He rubs you as you try to find your footing as the silt slips between your toes. He purrs and flicks his fingers back and forth. Heat thrums beneath his touch and your slickness glazes his fingers.
You gasp in shock and shame.
“Please…” you beg.
He smirks and leans in. He once more presses his lips to yours. You whine as he pokes his finger inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut and dig your nails into his skin. He prods you with another finger and dips it in with the other.
You clench his hand between your thighs. He pushes against your clit as his fingers sink in deeper. He rocks his hand as his other crawls up your back and cradles your head. He keeps you trapped against him, even as you claw down his chest.
He chuckles and drags his lips across your cheek. “You’re going to cum. I can feel it.” He rasps. “I know you can too.”
You close your mouth and whimper. Your thighs tauten as you crush his hand. The water churns as his motion grows frantic. You gnash your teeth and drone as your walls pulse around him. You orgasm silently as you choke on your voice.
“See?” He snarls as he nuzzles your cheek. “You can stop acting like I’m the bad guy sweetheart.”
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“They’re going to come back and have some drinks,” Sophie slurs.
You gulp and resist the urge to look over your shoulder. You know Nick is there, with the others, waiting, watching. The scratches on your thighs burn.
“Do you think you need more, Soph?” You ask.
“Oh, stop,” Lindsay whines. “Some of us actually want to get laid.”
You frown. “That’s fine, Lindsay. I just don’t know about having them around the cottage.”
“It’s not your place,” Lindsay sneers.
“I know. It’s just–”
“Nick’s cute,” Melina nudges you playfully. “Don’t be shy.”
You sigh. No one is listening to you. No one ever pays attention to you. You bet if you told them what happened in the water, they wouldn’t believe you. Why would Nick do that? A guy that looks like him doesn’t have to do that.
“Okay, whatever,” you shrug and spin away.
You finish packing up the cooler. You can go to your bunk and tell them all to piss off. What other choice do you have?
As you shut the lid and haul the much lighter cooler across the sand, Nick grabs the handle of the wagon. You try not to show your disappointment. He winks as you approach.
“I’ll help.” He insists.
You nod and drag the cooler past him. The sand clogs the wheels. The others are loud. The girls squeal and the men chuckle.
As the cooler bounces up after you, you slip. Nick catches you behind, his hand firmly on your ass. “Woah, careful.”
You quickly pull away and keep going. The trees are swathed in darkness as you follow the trail back. The air is frigid as your damp swimsuit clings to your skin.
“Scared?” Nick wonders as he gets closer.
“No,” you mutter. “It’s just… we should get back soon. Before the animals smell the food.”
“I’ll protect you, baby.” He snickers.
You don’t respond to that. You continue along as you stare ahead at girls and their men du jour. They’re all too drunk and horny to know better.
The cottage comes into sight. Sophie spins and extends her arms as she welcomes in her guests. She says something snarky you can’t hear but the tilt of her head is enough. She leads them up the steps as you guide the cooler carefully down the incline.
The back door snaps shut. Just a little further. You yawn and cover your mouth. Suddenly, the cooler stops and you’re yanked back by the abrupt stop.
Before you can turn around, there’s a hand over your mouth and an arm around your middle. Shoot. Why did you stay so close to him?
You garble into his hand and slap his side. You writhe and kick your feet around blindly. He hushes you and pulls you back into the trees.
“Please, sweetheart. We both know the others aren’t gonna come looking for you.” He taunts.
You bite the heel of his hand and he hisses. He rips it away and grips your hair. You shriek and he shakes you by your roots until you quiet. Your eyes gloss with tears as you grasp at his thick wrist.
“Please. Don’t do this.” You beg.
“Don’t do what? I know the kind of girl you are. You mope in the corner and cry about how no one wants you.” He scoffs as he twists your hair in his hand. You whimper as he forces you down to your knees. “And the moment someone does, you’re playing the nun.”
He gets behind you and bends to snarl against your ear. “I fucking want you, baby. So fucking bad.”
He grabs your chin and forces your head back. He presses his crotch against you and rocks his hips. You quiver as your scalp burns.
“Down, down, down,” he urges you forward. “On your stomach.”
You let him lower you onto your front. The scent of dirt invades your nose with the dingy tint of the lake clinging to your skin. You lay flat, arms bent, palms to the ground.
He drops onto his knees and straddles you. You sniffle as he bends over you.
“Listen…” He hushes you.
You can hear a buzz. Music. It’s blasting inside the cottage.
“So you go ahead and make all the noise you want,” he sits back on your thighs and slaps your ass with both hands. He pushes your cheeks together and growls. “Fuck, look at you.”
Your lip trembles as you let your head fall down. Your cheek rests on a patch of grass and you stare off into the greying shadows. He kneads your flesh and growls again.
“Come on, baby, I’m a good guy. So good I’m going to eat this cake up.”
He spreads his hands across your ass and jiggles it. He brushes up around your hips and along your sides. He flips up your coverup and hooks his fingers under the straps of your swim suit. He peels it off, inch by inch, jerking you as he rips it down in jolts.
He strips you completely and flings the wet fabric away. You lift your head and push your knees down into the dirt. You try to raise yourself up only for him to shove you back down.
He tuts and pushes his hand against your cunt. He rubs you harshly as he hums and pulls his knees between your thighs. He slides down and his hot breath tickles your flesh. You twitch as he frames your ass with his large hands and spreads your cheeks.
You squeak as his tongue circles your tight ring. You twitch and reach back, shocked by the sensation. He snaps at your fingers, pinching a knuckle, and you recoil.
He buries his face in your ass and swipes his tongue down. You squirm and ball your fist, whining as he teases you, swirling and swirling. Your body responds even as your mind resists. Even as you brain screams for you to stop him.
He hums and laps you up hungrily. His spit stains your flesh and mingles with the slickness dripping from your cunt. You groan and cover your head with your arm, trying to hide, from him and yourself.
He drags his tongue, spreading it wide, and lifts himself up. He sighs and lets you go. You shudder and peek back at him. He rips his shorts down and catches your hips as you try to get up again.
He pulls you back, raising your hips as he rams your ass against him. He chuckles and wiggles against you. His dick brushes between your cheeks. He slides a hand down your back and grips your shoulder. He pins your chest to the dirt as he keeps your ass aloft.
He guides his tip down to your cunt. He glides along your wet folds, up, down, up again. He wets himself with your stolen arousal and groans. He lines himself up with your entrance.
He pokes his wide thumb into you. You clench. He laughs again as he prods at you with his tip. He stretches you around his thumb and tip. You whine and claw at the dirt.
He pulls out and pushes back in. His voice crackles in his throat. “Mmm, you’re so tight.” Once more, he dips in only his tip and pops back out. He squeezes your shoulder tight.
He slides his thumb out of you and grips himself. He guides himself deeper. Not much. Just and inch. He rocks. Fucking you just a little. Just enough.
His voice rises, swallowed up into the silence of the trees. The night seeps between the tree trunks and clothes you in shadow. The moonlight leaks through the rustling leaves above.
“Baby,” he purrs and sinks in further. Still not all the way. He continues his steady rhythm. In, out, in, out. Your cunt twitches around him.
He leans over you as he snakes his hand under your pelvis. He rolls your clit under his fingertips. You whimper as your eyes roll back. No, no, no,. Not again.
You cum. You can hear it as he continues to fuck you. He delves in further. Just until you cry out.
“Too much, baby?” He snickers. “Huh? That pretty little pussy needs patience, huh?”
He swirls his fingers as you shake. You bite your tongue and grasp at your hair. Your voice tumbles out in broken moans.
“Yeah, baby,” he slides back to his tip, “I can go slow.”
He pushes back in. Little by little, deeper and deeper. Deeper than before. He bottoms out and holds himself there. You quiver around him and groan.
He bends over you and buries his nose in your hair, just behind your ear. “I got all night. You’re damn sure I’m gonna take my time.”
