Quick Cup
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x ofc (fem reader)
Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, vaginal fingering, semi-public bathroom shenanigans
A/N: blame @ladyveronikawrites for this she put this quickie (pun intended) in our heads. Also it's not really proofread cuz... well... quickie.
“Nick," you breathe against the seam of his lips.
“Nope, not a sound,” Nicholas groans, popping the “p” quietly.
Nicholas Ruffilo is not one for quickies. He prefers to take his sweet time with you, usually in the privacy of one of your guys’ bedrooms, but today was the exception. With the show in Mexico coming up, and his control freak of a boy best friend, he had barely spent any time with you in the past week. Between his band practice and your job at the bookstore, neither one of you had had the energy to even call one another.
So when Noah had said something about coffee, Nicholas practically jumped at the idea of getting the order. Even though there were, like, a thousand Starbucks on the way, he sped past all of them to go to your bookstore, where there was mid-tier coffee, but there was you.
And wouldn't you know it, You were about to go on break. And when he saw your face light up with excitement when you saw him, every innocent thought and coffee order went out his upstairs brain. He was absolutely going to pick you apart and put you back together again in the employees-only bathroom.
You moaned into his mouth as he slowly traced two fingers over your soaked panties, rubbing up and down your covered folds until he dug the meat of his palm into your clit. You let out a gasp, more of surprise than arousal, but he quickly covered your mouth with his free hand.
“Good girls cum when they are quiet. Do you wanna be a good girl?" he whispers into your ear.
You want to plead, Yes yes please I'll be good Nicky please let me cum, but you nod instead. He smiles and pushes your parties aside, moving your slick up and down your folds before plunging two fingers in right off the bat. You almost break the silence, but you choke down the scream. You nearly vibrate every time his fingers move and curl into you, and your knuckles go white as you grip the sides of the porcelain sink he has you pinned against. But you don't make a sound.
You don't make a sound when he demands you look at him. You don't make a sound when you look into his blue eyes. You don't make a sound when your vision blurs and your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm crests and crashes. And you don't make a sound as he finger fucks you through your aftershocks.
“Hey pretty girl, there's my good girl" he whispers praise as you come down from your high and open your eyes.
He helps clean you up as best as you two can, because it's, you know, a semi-public bathroom, but he's still the King of Aftercare and wants to keep that reputation.
When you're breathing normally and you only have a few more minutes of your break, he groans and pulls out his phone. “What's wrong?” you ask.
“I forgot everyone's coffee orders,” he says. “They're gonna laugh at me for the rest of the day.”
Indeed, they do.
