Something to take the edge off
(i completely forgot about the softwilly kinktober thing i did, i guess i didnt lke how it turned out so i threw it into the void hahaha oops)
you help nick with some stress relief
warnings: semi-public sex, dry humping
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“Whoa, dude chill out.” You tried to calm down Nick's sudden outburst from losing the round. But he did the opposite, huffing and getting up to pace around in the kitchen. The rest of you watched as he mumble to himself. “He needs more sleep.” Tanner scratched his head while going back to the game. “We’ll get him later.” Isaac did the same, turning back to the tv. You weren’t playing at the moment to film so you went to see if Nick needed anything.
He was slouching over the island with his eyes closed. You cautiously walked over, “You cool?” Asking with a small chuckle and placing a hand on his shoulder. Nick wrung his hands through his knotted hair, groaning out his frustration without actually saying anything. Staying in that position long enough that you had to make sure he didn’t somehow fall asleep or zone out. Moving your hand gently closer to the nape of his neck and keeping it there until he moved.
Goosebumps ran down his back as Nick sighed, bringing his head up and leaning against the cold wall. “I didn’t mean to blow up.” You squeezed his arm to comfort him, “I think you need to take a break. Not to be a bitch, but you were kind of a bitch.” Leaning on the counter and facing the game, chuckling at his lazy reaction. He threw his hands over his head and grinned. “Yea, I’ve been too busy to get any sleep lately.” Looking over to you with clouded eyes as he closed the gap between you two. With a gulp and looking over your shoulder, you eyed him down, “What do you think you're doing?" A sly grin on your face as he towered over you. His hot breath fanning the side of your face.
"Trying to relax," Leaning a chin on you, "Something wrong with that?" Snaking his hands around your waist and keeping you in a box. The guys in the living room paid no attention to either of you, focusing more on the game than whatever Nick was aching for. He squeezed your hips and pulled it back into his crotch. Already feeling his growing boner between both of your jeans and feeling yourself heat up.
Nick trailed one of his hands down your thigh and slowly brought it back up to tease you, making you squirm from the lack of proper touch. He chuckled, going right to your ass and slightly lifting you up so he could rub his dick against it. You were on your tip-toes and bit your lip, allowing him to freely move you around to his pleasure.
“Fuck,” He moaned into your ear, “You feel so good.” Keeping a good pace that made you crave more. Digging his nails into your skin and whimpering so only you could hear. You rubbed your thighs together to get more friction as he practically squished you between himself and the counter, barely any space to move if at all.
“Nick.” You whined as he went rougher. Desperate to keep quiet yourself as he held you in place, chasing his own high rather than worrying about getting caught. And that thought alone made you push your ass onto his cock to feel the bulge and wish he'd just fuck you here. The more he thrust the more you felt yourself get wetter, close to the edge. Nick was starting to feel the same as his grip loosened and buried his face in your back, breathing heavily and calling your name. As you felt yourself come undone, he did too with a final push.
Both of you stood there breathing each other in and pulling apart from the heat. His cheeks were flushed as were yours, looking down at his pants and chuckling. You suggested in helping him clean up the mess and he agreed, dragging you with him to his room.