Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ (Slight Dub Con- reader under the influence)
Words: 909 words
A/N: Entry for Candy Heart Sleepover Challenge @the-slumberparty
Prompt: Feb 25th – My Love - yes, you’re mine, even if you don’t know it yet
Your body arched beneath Nick as he drove into you with a relentless rhythm, the hotel room's dim light casting shadows over your sweat-slicked skin. You gasped, fingers clutching the sheets.. To you this was this was just a wild one-night stand.. the kind you'd chase after a few too many drinks at the bar downstairs. So lost in what he was ding to you that the heaviness in your limbs, that was alcohol buzzing through your veins? Right making everything feel languid and intense… You wouldn’t suspect it to be something extra Nick had slipped into your glass, ensuring you'd be pliant, making sure he’d have his claim without a fight.
God, you’re perfect Nick thought, his hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside your tight heat. Watched you for weeks, every shift at that coffee shop, every laugh with your friends.
Knew you’d feel like this… clenching around me…made for it.
He groaned low, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider.
“That's it, baby,” he purred against your ear, voice rough and coaxing. “Take me just like that. Feels so good, doesn't it?”
“...yeah-ah..” You moaned slurring slightly, nodding hazily through eyes too heavy to properly open “..s’good.”
Your pussy fluttering around his thick length as he thrust harder, the drug weaving its subtle web to keep you floating in bliss, unaware of the trap closing in. He couldn't tear his eyes from your face, the way your lips parted, eyes half-lidded in what you thought was pure lust.
No idea how long I've imagined this, how I'd fuck you until you forgot your own name. Mine now. No more watching from afar.
Nick shifted, angling his hips to hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“God” You cried out, legs trembling, but the weight in them held you down, just enough to make escape impossible without realizing it.
“Fuck, you're so wet for me,” he praised, lips brushing your neck as he sucked a mark there, branding you subtly. “Knew you'd love this - letting me fill you up, stretch that pretty pussy.”
Squeezing me so tight, body's already begging to keep me inside
The thought sending a possessive thrill through him. One night? Bullshit.
Not leaving this bed until you knows you’re mine-locked away where no one else can touch you.
His pace quickened, cock dragging against your walls with each plunge, the slick sounds of your bodies joining filling the room. You whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, chasing the pleasure that drowned out any nagging doubt.
“Yeah, there you go, you want it don’t you?”
He released your wrist only to tangle his fingers in your hair, tilting your head back for a bruising kiss, tongue invading your mouth as possessively as his dick claimed your core. He thrust in deeper then, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you, forcing a muffled cry from your throat that vibrated into his mouth.
Your body bucked beneath him, hips jerking up to meet his force, thrashing just enough to make the sheets twist around your legs, but the drug's haze kept it all blurred into desperate pleasure rather than resistance.
Nick broke away, letting out a dark laugh while he caught his breath.
“Look, at you, taking every inch. You're doing so well, sweetheart..just relax and let me make you come.”
If only you knew how many nights I stroked myself to thoughts of this, of owning you completely...fucking you raw until you broke for me.
You next sound came raw and needy, escaping as your breaths came in ragged bursts, growing louder with each punishing snap of his hips.
“Ah- N-nick... Oh god,” you gasped, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine as the coil in your belly tightened unbearably, his thick cock undoing you with every deep plunge.
Your fingers tried to clawed at his back, you arched, moans spilling out unchecked-“Fuu-uuck...” building into frantic cries that echoed off the walls, your pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, hot and drenched, pulling him impossibly deeper.
“Yes, yes, come baby!” Yes, that's my girl- MINE
He pounded into you relentlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your escalating noises, your body trembling violently now, thighs quivering as the pressure mounted. You shattered around him then, orgasm ripping through you like fire, walls convulsing in fierce, milking spasms that gripped his cock like a vice.
“Nngh-ahh!” you screamed, back bowing off the bed, every muscle seizing as waves of blinding ecstasy tore you apart, your juices soaking him further, gushing with the intensity of it all.
“That’s it, That’s it! Take it baby.” He fucked you through it without mercy, hips slamming forward to chase every last shudder, prolonging the raw bliss until tears pricked your eyes and your cries turned to breathless sobs of overstimulation.
Nick growled, holding back just long enough to feel every quiver, every desperate clench.
“Good girl” he growled into your neck finally letting go, thrusting deep one last time as he spilled inside you, hot spurts coating your insides. He stayed buried, grinding slowly to push it all deeper, marking you from within.
You sighed, boneless and sated, already drifting toward sleep, still believing this was fleeting. Curling up wrapping around him like Nick was the only place you wanted to be.
You’re not going anywhere my love. I'll make sure of it.
Summary: You worked in a club that catered to the wealthy and powerful, with the job to satisfy them all in whatever way they wished. But what happens when the person needing satisfaction happens to be your boss, Nick Fowler?
Everyone gathered in the centre of the club, lounging on the lavish couches or on the edge of the stage that had multiple poles and dancing areas. The place was squeaky clean and, in the brightness, looked pretty respectable for a nightclub, showing the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent by the owner on maintaining the building. However, once the lights began to dim and the music turned up to a deafening level, the club became a haven for those with power and money to do whatever seedy activities they wished.
It paid well, especially the tips from specific customers, so you were more than happy to get dolled up every night and pleasure men and women in the back rooms, dance, or perform if it was what they wished.
Picking at your intricately designed nails, you chatted casually with the other girls and one of the security, waiting for the boss to come and inform everyone where they were positioned for the day. To ensure that your skills are kept up to top quality, the girls are usually moved around, and today, you were hoping to avoid being on the stage, needing a break from spinning and dancing as your muscles were starting to feel the strain of it.
The whispers hushed to silence as Mr Fowler strutted in, his signature smirk and crisp suit hugging his body to perfection. You couldn’t help but straighten your posture, the nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach that always seemed to come whenever he was in the room. He was a powerful man and your boss, making your need to impress him more severe.
“Evening, everyone. I hope you’ve all had a good night's sleep because you’ve got a long night ahead of you. We have some special guests tonight who have heard the rumours on my…samplings”, he gestured to the girls around the room that he’d made sure all had different ethnicities, shapes, heights, eye colours, everything you could possibly think of to appease to whoever would come and spend their money in his club. With his hands in his pockets, Mr Fowler began leisurely walking around the room, addressing each girl and where he wanted them to be.
Your breaths paused as he stopped before you, his startling bright eyes exploring your body, which was covered in a dressing gown as you’d decided to change after finding out where you would be working tonight. Refraining from letting your eyes roll as his exquisite aftershave floated over your senses, you waited for your instructions.
“Sweetheart, you’ll be in the hole. I want you to be at your very best today. I’ll be sending my special guests to you throughout the night as they like to keep things anonymous”.
He only continued with his instructions to the other girls once you’d responded with a nod and “Yes, sir”, but his eyes lingered on your bottom lip that you’d tugged between your teeth.
It had been a while since you’d been to the glory hole, but you were somewhat thankful for this as it wasn’t as strenuous as dancing on stage for hours. You also took it as a compliment in a sick sort of way that he had trusted you to be in his most famous of locations, especially with there being some important guests.
As everyone was dismissed, you walked to your locker and prepared for the night. There wasn’t much point wearing clothes when you’d be switching between using your mouth, pussy, hands and ass if it was what the customer wished for. So, you kept the dressing gown on and collected a pillow, bottle of water, towel, and some lube.
The glory hole was in a unique set of cubicle toilets; however, even this was luxurious and not anything like the dark and dingy glory holes you were used to seeing on porn websites. Instead, it was bright and welcoming, even if it was designed to be a toilet other than the hole in the cubicle at the end. Waving to the security guy who was stationed outside of the door, you entered and breathed in the regal scents from the air fresheners as you walked to your stall. There was a small shelf above the toilet that you placed all your items on except for the pillow, which you placed on the floor, knowing you’d spend a lot of time tonight using your both and wasn’t prepared to destroy your knees by being on them for hours on the marble flooring.
As the music increased, you sat on the toilet lid and scrolled through your phone, waiting patiently for the first customer. 20 minutes pass, and the door opens, the music intensifying for a moment and then dimming as the door clicks closed. Quietly, you switched your phone off and slid onto your knees, getting comfortable on the pillow as you heard the customer step into the toilet cubicle next to yours and could see a flash of expensive-looking pinstripe suit through the circular hole in the wall.
Seconds pass, and then a had cock is slipping through the hole. Your mouth descends onto it instantly, licking a long strip up the underside. It was a couple of inches long, so you had no issue taking the length entirely, which seemed to please whoever was on the receiving end of the oral sex if the groans were anything to go by.
He didn’t last very long as you gathered the cum into your mouth and quietly spat it into the tissue. You’d learnt from past mistakes that swallowing too much cum on a night like this only made it settle heavy in your stomach and left you feeling queasy by the end of the night. It wasn’t like they could see anyway, as the customers were usually zipping themselves up and exiting.
The next few were in similar situations. They were sticking their dick through the hole, and you were sucking or jerking them off to completion. Every so often, there would be someone who wanted to dirty talk, calling you their slut, whore or other unimaginative derogatory names that increased the firmness of their length. It was all white noise to you. You were here to do one job, which, to be truthful, you did very well, so if they wanted to be vulgar, they could because, at the end of the day, you were still getting a fat paycheck.
There were occasions when the customers would push a wad of rolled-up dollars through the hole as they zipped themselves up again, which you happily stacked on the shelf. These were your favourite customers, and sometimes, when you were lucky, you’d have a couple of fingers stick through the hole, wishing to pleasure you and hear your moans. Most of the time, you faked it as it was always an awkward angle, or they just thought ramming their fingers in and out without any clitoral play would ever be enough. It wasn’t, but they didn’t need to know that you were faking an orgasm as you scrolled through TikTok.
The night passed by steadily, and so far, you’d received very positive responses from the customers, and even though your jaw was aching and hands tingling from the amount of squeezing you’d been doing, it was definitely one of your better nights. It had also become incredibly warm in the windowless room, so your dressing gown had been hung on the back of the door so that you were completely naked.
The door opens and closes as you rush to shut the water bottle in your hand, swallowing the cool liquid that soothed the dryness in your mouth. Slow, calculated steps echo and bounce off the walls as you wait on your knees for the next customer, not thinking anything of the powerful stride walking towards you. The cubicle's door opens and shuts with the lock finding its home as you try to peep through the hole to have a glimpse as to who is next.
A flash of a black suit and then a thick, long cock is passing through the hole. Your eyes widen for a second, staring at the dick in front of you. It was the best-looking cock that had been in here tonight. The dark pubes were perfectly trimmed. Even though it had an incredible length, it still was rock hard and throbbing in the air, the veins bulging along the shaft and the bulbous tip a beautiful deep maroon that you complimented would look good as a lipstick shade.
Whoever it was, had a magnificent member that for once had your abdomen warming with arousal, and you hoped that whoever it was would ask to fuck your pussy, just to feel your walls stretch around it.
You licked the palm of your hand, deciding to get a feel of him first. Your fingers only just reached each other as you wrapped around his shaft, feeling the velvety soft skin and the firmness of the thumping blood beneath the surface. He was hot in your hand, and as you squeezed him tightly and moved your fist towards his tip, a clear drip of precum bubbled into the hole.
Your tongue darted out, catching the liquid and swallowing. The moan you produced was genuine because, for once, whoever it was, the skin tasted clean and not like he’d been sitting in his ball juice for hours on end. Even the precum had a satisfying salty taste to it, but you blamed those thoughts on the increasing flame between your legs.
Sitting up further on your knees, your tongue began to gently lap at the underside of his cock, following the movements of your fist. As you reached the base, the overwhelming scent of aftershave brushed over your nose as you completely froze, eyes widening and breath stilling.
A deep chuckle that you recognised immediately floated from the other toilet. “Hmm, finally recognised me at last, have you, sweetheart?” Mr Fowler confirmed your suspicions. Your body didn’t know how to handle this news. One the one had it still in fear, throat drying and heart pounding beneath your ribs. However, it also burned even more desperately with the need to satisfy him and do something you had been hoping for for months.
Even though Nick Fowler was an incredibly handsome man, he had always kept to himself, never once indulging in the girls he employed, which helped to gain the trust of the employees. This was a double-edged sword for you, having always found him attractive beyond words, but knowing any advances that you made would be worthless and potentially see that you were fired.
So now that he was here, cock resting on your tongue and in your palm, you were conflicted with what to do.
“You see, I’ve been hearing some very, very good things about the goings on in here. So much so that these gentlemen tonight have booked in with us for a further four nights, which means my profit has increased a whole fucking lot. And that’s all down to the perfect princess in the end stall.”
You weren’t entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like you’d been going out of your way to pleasure the people coming and going from the glory hole; you’d just been doing your regular sucking and touching, so to hear him speaking so highly of your work had a deep shiver running down your spine and pooling between your legs.
“With all the high praise, I thought it would be a good idea to come and see what all the fuss was about. Test the goods, if you will. Do you think you can handle me, Princess?”
Your eyes fluttered close at the nickname, as simple as it was, the way his deep, sultry voice seemed to kiss the air, making everything seem like the most cheek-warming compliment; you were ready just about to do anything your boss asked of you.
“Yes, sir”, was your quick verbal response before your sexual acts continued. Squeezing your fingers around his cock again, your mouth moved at the same time to the very tip, wrapping your warm lips around him entirely and letting the natural weight of him lay against your tongue.
Closing your eyes, you tried to forget that it was your boss on the other side of the wall and that this was probably the most crucial blowjob that you’d ever given before.
Your mouth filled with salvia, helping to wet his length as you lapped over his size with delicate little licks as your hand moved up and down the base of his shaft. Mr Fowler sucked in a breath through his teeth as his cock throbbed in your mouth. “Didn’t think you’d be such a tease, show me what you’ve got, Sweetheart”.
Your smile for a moment before taking more of his length into your mouth, pressing your flat tongue against the sensitive underside and hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Opening your eyes, you watched more of his cock disappear into your mouth as you forced yourself to relax your throat, a skill you had mastered since working for him.
Nearly the entire length of your boss’ cock slipped down your throat, causing a bulge with how your airflow was completely cut off, the lining of your eyes flooding with tears from the overwhelming sensation. There was still a portion of his member that hadn’t entered the warm cavernous home of your mouth, so your hand squeezed and tugged so he was utterly stimulated.
“Fuck! I knew that pretty little mouth of yours would be trouble”, Nick groaned, trying to push his hips against the wall to try and fuck your face. You tried not to choke on his length at the tiny compliment mixed into his words.
Pulling back slowly, you made sure to suck his cock thoroughly whilst licking every inch that you could. Now you knew he liked what you could do; you were desperate to see just how much you were able to make him moan.
You deepthroated him again, choking and holding your breath, eyes continuing to water and more saliva filling your mouth. Eventually, you were able to find the perfect rhythm of bobbing your head up and down his cock, listening to the gruff quiver of his voice as his palm slapped against the wall of the toilets as he became delirious due to the pleasure.
It was nearly unbearable how turned on you were. Your throbbing clit was begging to be touched so gently you spread your knees and slipped your unused hand to gently circle it, adding pressure whenever he made a noise like a reward for yourself.
The evidence of your arousal was soaking over the tips of your thighs, drenching the two fingers being used to stimulate yourself. Eventually, you needed more, especially as your chin was becoming coated in drool as the blowjob became more sloppy. Lowering your fingers, you couldn’t help and bust in a moan that caused your throat to vibrate around the cock within as those two wet fingers slipped into your hole and curled.
“Holy shit, do that again”, Mr Fowler begged behind the thin wall. You moaned again as your hips bucked to meet your finger's movements. “That feels so fucking good, I knew I’d never regret hiring you. Do you only offer your mouth?”
You pulled off the end of his mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and swallowed thickly the considerable amount of saliva in your mouth as you tried to find your words. “No, they can have any part of me they’d like”. As you explained, you pumped his cock with both hands, forgetting about your pleasure for a moment.
“Good girl,” his praise was like a sweet symphony to your ears. “Has anyone else used the other services tonight?”
“No, Sir. Only my mouth and hands; a couple have fingered me but nothing else”.
Nick growled as his fingers appeared over the top of the cubicle as he tried to hold onto something. As you wished for a moment that, there was a camera in his toilet so you could see him flush against the wall, holding on for dear life. “So you’re telling me that all those powerful people out there are spending all their money for another four days just because of a couple of sucks and tugs? You really are special, aren’t you? Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to share you in here and keep you all to myself”.
Biting your lip, you tried to stop yourself from grinning, just listening to him becoming possessive, which was a widespread occurrence during these intimate acts. Many of the people were so overcome with the pleasure that they’d decided that they would keep you all to themselves to use if and when they needed you. Usually, it earned an eye-roll, but right now, you were dripping wet and ready to hand in your notice if it meant you could just stay by his side and suck his cock every day.
“I’d be more than happy to let you feel my other talents, sir”, you suggested before thinking it through properly. Not that you’d regret this offer, as you were incredibly horny and wanted nothing more than to please him further.
The wall between you both creaked under the pressure of Nick’s hands gripping the top as his hips began rocking, causing his cock to push and pull through the hole. “Oh, princess, you have no idea how badly I want that right now”.
With great enthusiasm, you stood on shaky legs, ignoring the pins and needles that formed in the balls of your feet, having been on your knees for so long and turned around, facing away from the glory hole. Spreading your legs and reaching between them, you grasped his cock once more and began to position him between your legs, where you closed them firmly, trapping his length between your damp thighs.
You rocked your hips, causing his dick to press against your pussy folds, rubbing your clit and for him, he was trapped in the tight, wet hold of your legs as he fucked your thighs.
“So fucking wet and soft”, he muttered under his breath, and once more, you wish you could have been watching his face, wondering if his eyes were just as glazed as how yours were feeling at that moment.
You had him fucking your thighs for a few moments longer and then decided to change things up, not wanting to wait anymore as your feet widened the stance, and his cock nudged against your hole.
The moan you released was mouthwatering for Nick as he felt the sensitive tip of his cock become lost within your tight, gummy walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips moved backwards, slowly to give yourself a chance to adjust to his thick size until your cheeks were flush against the wall.
“You’re so big, sir”, you blurt out, body shaking with trepidation at the pressure of being stretched for him.
“I am, but you’re taking me so well, Princess”. Even his encouraging words had you mewling with quivers, wanting and needing more of him.
Leaning forward, you reached out to the other side of the wall, pushing off of it to help you ride his cock in the limited position that you had with the glory hole. Thankfully, Mr Fowler began to fuck the wall, so you were both thrusting into each other with increasing speed and strength. He seemed to fit you perfectly, stroking against all of those special nerves that built the tightening warmth in your core. Each time he pushed back inside of you was like a million exploding fireworks of pleasure to blossom throughout your body. You never wanted it to end.
As you tried to rise onto your tip toes to try and push back onto his harder, your pussy suddenly clamped down harder around him, like it was laying claim to him, holding him tightly and never wanting to let him go.
“Sir, oh my- I’m cumming, Sir, please don’t stop!”. You were thinking of nothing else but the cock pounding into your pussy, begging him with everything that you had for this orgasm to reach its peak.
“I can feel you, Sweetheart. So tight around my cock, you’re doing so well for me. Be a good girl and cum for me, and I’ll give you what you really want”.
Nick fucks the glory hole with even more enthusiasm as you are forced to have both hands against the opposite wall to push yourself even harder back against his cock. Your cunt was squeezing him so tightly he was nearly seeing stars as you finally came. Your knees wobbled as your walls spasmed in flutters through the orgasm, more fluid dripping down onto your thighs as you cried out for Mr Fowler.
He was shouting something as well, but you weren’t able to understand what it was he was saying as the faint, satisfied buzz filled your ears, and the edge of your orgasm began to calm. You were exhausted, but you didn’t stop fucking hard back against the cock until you were aware that there was thick, warm fluid seeping into your cunt as Nick’s thrusts stilled, his cum filling you completely.
It took all of your strength not to collapse to your knees as you both tried to recover from the fucking. As the softening cock slipped out, followed by a gush of cum was when you could finally fall back onto the pillow on the floor with a satisfied moan.
Being back in this position, you were able to watch through the hole as Nick began to tuck himself back into his suit, not even bothering to clean yours or his juices that gleamed over his length. Your cheeks warmed at this sight, knowing you’d remember it for the rest of your life.
Mr Fowler released a deep breath and reached into his back pockets, and once more, you wish you could see his face, but all you were able to see was his waistline and hands as they rummaged through his wallet and pulled out a hefty roll up of cash that he shoved through the hole and landed in your lap.
“This’ll cover any further tips you would have made for the remainder of the night. Which you can have off. Get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll drive you home, Princess”.
Summary: When Nick had said he would love you in every shape and form, you hadn't thought much of it and had laughed it away… Oh...
Pairing: Soft Dark Mobster!Nick Fowler | Wife!You.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Nick Fowler. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Soft Dark!Nick, dubcon, filthy trash that's been crushing me for some long days, primal kink (? Omg I don't know he basically forces you to grow out your hairs because idk okay?), humiliation, dacryphilia, taming, power imbalance, captivity, spanking, fingering, oral (reader receives it), boob play, angsty-ish, breeding kink. Basically mobster husband Nick worshipping you in his own twisted way.
Note: Coping with my genes through this story and I am not sorry. All mistakes are mine. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷
MASTERLIST
You bit your lip and sucked in a harsh breath when you heard the door open and then close. Sucking in a deep breath, you felt your heartbeat speed up as your whole body turned rigid.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The clicks of his Italian shoes against the wooden floorboards of his harm proof house got louder and louder until they were a few feet away from you.
"Where is my favourite little savage?" Your jaw clenched at how he cooed his words, fist choking the duster you were cleaning the furniture with, back still turned to him as you willed him to disappear. "Beastie~" he called out again, this time more condescending, in that disgusting mock-disappointed tone of his, "now, you know what happens when you disrespect me with this kind of behavior."
Your head dropped along with the duster at his words. Oh. If only you had heeded your best friend's warnings and not dated this sick man. If only you had known just what kind of a disgusting and hopeless dynamic awaited you at the end of it. If only you had caught on in time.
Though you weren't sure a man as powerful as Nick Fowler would have stopped at taking no for an answer.
He probably would have taken you as though you were a possession he was entitled to anyways.
Maybe you were always supposed to end up here.
"Come on, now, beastie. It's been 2 whole days, didn't you miss your husband, hm?" One that you had been fooled into marrying. "Come here and show me that pretty face like a good wife that's happy to see her man."
You blamed yourself more than anything.
How did you not see this coming?
Resolving to succumb to your role as his primal little wife that he had forced you into being, beating (strictly only your ass or boobs) and fucking every one of your refusals out of you every time you tried to stand your ground, you slowly spun on your heels.
Not like your body put up much of a fight whenever he did.
He knew all your weaknesses.
"Ah, there she is~" you walked to him with your head lowered and covered with the long hair that he had made you grow out. "Let me see that beautiful face" his voice was almost demanding as his fingers wrapped around your forearms.
A whimper left you at the feeling of his warm fingers. You hated your traitorous body that always submitted to his touch. But he was the only physical or human interaction you had been confined to for a whole year now. You had been alone in his huge house for 2 days now as he had gone off for a business trip, leaving you with food and your rule list which included chores to ensure mobility, Nick had promised to be back home exactly at this time today.
He had harm proofed the house a long time ago to avoid any incidents. All the food that you two ate was delivered to the door by his men that you weren't allowed to answer as you never wore clothes because Nick liked you best in your natural state and also because he could not bear to see you attend to anyone other than him.
"Oh hello, little heathen~" you knew he purposefully used these words to irritate you and to express his power over you. He knew how much you hated them. But you had no choice. Any kind of rebellion or display of annoyance would lead to a disciplining session, as he called them.
Beautiful little beasts like yourself need to be disciplined before they can be introduced into society.
Though he never would.
He was far too selfish.
"Fuck, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you, beastie~" moving your hair out of the way, he cupped your face with both his hands and kissed your soft unibrow. Your face burnt in humiliation as you tried to move away but he restricted you by the vice grip one of his hands formed on your chin. "How do you do it?" His fingers caressed the soft fur on the top of your lip now, pecking your mouth a couple times. "So natural," it was your chin now. "So primal," the kisses peppered down to the valley between your breasts, his stubble much stiffer than the soft mat of hair between your boobs. "All mine" his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples.
"Nick~" you had intended it to be a protest but it came out a needy whine. You hated it. How wet your powerlessness to his rules regarding your body and appearance made you was something that repulsed you. A moan left you now as your fingers snaked through his short hair, the man's body slowly guiding yours to the couch behind you two as he took his sweet time praising and enjoying your breasts.
You would never admit it. But how he worshipped you in a form you would never have allowed yourself to be in did unexplainable things to your body. What you found embarrassing and even unattractive was the epitome of true beauty to him was astounding to you.
Sure, he was condescending about it sometimes but that was only to either get a rise out of you to make you slip into his little games or when you would clench harder around him when he would call you humiliating names.
Fuck. You hated it. All of it.
"Look at these pretty little fat fuck handles" a loud moan escaped you when he harshly spanked one of your now well pampered boobs, ass perched against the rest of the couch. "So perfect." The noises of the suckling of his lips as he painted the skin of your chest with marks of his love was loud as one of his hands spread your legs. "Gonna fuck them full of milk one day."
You bit your lip in embarrassment as you visualized through your closed eyes how your bushy core must be looking.
"Would you like that, beastie?" Your hole clenched around the air at his words. "I bet you would. Finally serving your natural purpose..." His words were so wrong. "So pretty and round you would be." A shaky whimper escaped your mouth when his hand cupped the curve between your legs, fingers toying with the hairs before they reached your pussy lips.
"Nick…" Your voice was full of desperation, pussy dripping against your will. But he worshipped you so well. And at your worst, if you would say so yourself.
He smirked as he kneeled your legs, kissing the older love bites and marks, one hand still greedily toying with your chest like it would disappear if he let go. "Did this bearded clam miss me?" You absolutely hated him.
"Ni-ck…!" What had started as an agitated protest morphed into a gasping moan when he prodded your desperate entrance with the tip of his thumb.
"Sounds like it did" your face burnt hot as he pressed wet kisses along your marked thighs, leaving soft bites occasionally as his thumb teased your wet folds, the squelching noise loud in his otherwise quiet house. "Don't know why you pretend to hate this when all I wanna do is love you." His lips had finally reached your petals, nose burying in your bush as his hot breath caused your core to tingle. "At least your body gets it."
A loud moan fought its way out of your mouth when he swiped his warm tongue across your flesh in a vertical motion, the suddenness and sensitive state of your pussy causing your back to arch. "Nick!" Your fingers tugged at his hair and he took it as a cue to push one of his fingers up your leaking entrance.
"Fuck, still as tight as the first time I fucked it dumb. You're just perfect, aren't you?" His husky voice and the warmth of honesty in his words added to the pleasure. God, you were such a narcissist. That had to be it.
"Nick…" Your hips started to sway to assist the rhythm of his slender digit. "Please…" You requested as you looked down, pulsating with need as the darkness of his eyes made you clench around his finger.
He had such a way of making you feel like the smallest thing ever next to him.
So naked. So exposed. So vulnerable.
"You want more, my heathen wife?" You desperately nodded along to his condescending words, whining and biting your lip when he teased your flesh with a kiss, the stubble around his lips teasing and tickling your sensitive core.
"Yes, Nick! Please, more!"
He added another finger to your slippery cavern, feeling his cock stiffening in reaction to how tightly your hot ring of muscles choked his fingers. "Such a slut" Nick tortured you with his kitten licks and kisses. "Always acting so high and mighty, pretending to hate this, but leaking like a punctured whore needing a cock fix whenever inspected." Your toes curled as his fingers stimulated your walls, lips sucking at your clit. "You can play games with me all you want, beastie." Your husband's voice was muffled against your cunt. "But you know you love this."
Whenever you were close, like right now, you would end up saying the most vile of things that both he and you would chastise you for later. It was always unintentional, but whether truthful or not was something you dared not ponder over later.
"I do, Nick! I do!" You sobbed from the pleasure, back arched as you looked like a literal Goddess, if Nick said so himself. "Please, Nick!" His fingers lapped at your folds, fingers fucking you fast and rough, now allowing you time to adjust and clench as his blue eyes watched your perfect form darkly.
Your skin was glowing from tiny droplets of sweat under the daylight coming in from the windows, natural and unplucked eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as your teeth dug into your bottom lip, the upper one trembling just a little as the soft fur atop it adorned your features in a way so beautiful and unique that he could bet it was only limited to you. How your breasts that were the perfect size and shape trembled with tremors due to how you fucked yourself against his fingers while your gorgeous thighs trembled.
Nick moaned against your pussy, the action causing vibrations of pleasure down your spine as one of his hands palmed his cock and eyes enjoyed the sight of your pleasure drunk body, lewdly moving against his own. Like a snake in water.
Fuck.
You truly were the most gorgeous thing to ever come into existence.
"Nick!" The way you said his name alone could easily tip him off. And the way you hissed in pleasure, praises and thanks forcing their way out of your mouth that he loved to do the most vile things to cause an ache in his balls. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and maintained their hold as you exploded, throwing your head back as you cried out his name over and over, chest heaving as your vision blurred.
"Fuck, I missed you~" you whispered through the ringing of your ears, pushing him back and against the floor with the heel of your foot as you launched yourself on his clothed form, rubbing the rest of your orgasm out against his thigh.
Nick smirked as one of his hands squeezed your ass cheeks. "Ah! There she is! My primal little whore-" you shut him up with a rough kiss.
You had a lifetime to antagonize over your actions. But it would be a damn shame to waste this pleasure that was melting your insides into a puddle.
Was it so bad, really? All the man wanted to do was to protect you and worship you. In this moment, you were ready to assure anyone that worse existed out there.
"So what's the deal between you and Nick?" asked Mace as they prepared for the upcoming mission. Y/N put a gun on the table and looked at her; she shrugged her shoulders.
"Why would there be anything between us?" she asked, sitting down on a chair; Mace smiled and clasped her hands behind her head. "He's my best friend."
"I see the way he looks at you and-" she broke off as Nick entered the room; he glanced back and forth between them suspiciously.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, and Y/N shook her head. He came over to her and kissed her on the cheek.
"No, Mace and I are just talking about the mission," she explained to him, leaning back in her chair. "Why haven't we put a team on it?"
"It's going to be a simple handoff; short and sweet. All he wants is three million to go into hiding with his family," Nick explained.
"What a guy," Mace said, getting up from the bed. She walked away, leaving them both alone in the bedroom.
"Have you ever thought about it?" he asked Y/N and she looked up at him.
"Starting a family or committing treason?" she replied.
"Either one," he said and she looked at the table.
"No," Y/N said softly before she looked up at him and smiled. "You?"
Nick returned her smile and didn't answer. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a ring before placing it on the table.
"We're Joe and Evel Louis from Iowa; on our honeymoon." -He smiled mischievously at her- "Try it on." She took the ring and slipped it on her finger before showing it to Nick.
"Fits," she said, "Where will Mace be?"
"She'll be watching us from another table," he said, and she nodded.
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"Quite a cliché honeymoon in Paris," she laughed as she walked hand in hand with Nick to the café.
"It can still be romantic" he defended himself before looking down at her hand. "I like that ring on you."
"I'll look around inside and you find us a table," she explained quietly and Nick nodded. Without another word, she went into the café and ordered two chocolate croissants and coffees from a blonde-haired waitress before stepping back out; she could see Mace sitting at another table with a magazine. Y/N sat down next to Nick, who was talking to a man. It happened suddenly as the waitress spilled the coffee all over the two of them. The woman grabbed Nick's backpack and the other man he had been talking to ran off. Y/N looked to Mace, who nodded and began to run after the blond-haired woman. Nick began to follow the man after realizing his backpack was empty. She followed the man with him until they arrived at an alley. He pushed the man to the ground and punched him in his face, but the man managed to overpower Nick. Y/N drew her gun, but he caught her arm and slammed her head into a wall. Nick stepped to her and helped her up from the floor.
"Where is he?" she asked, reaching for her head.
"He's gone," he explained, surveying the wound on her head. "Are you okay?"
She hummed in agreement, suddenly he raised his gun and pointed it at something behind her. Y/N quickly turned to see another man pointing a gun at her. Another man stepped out from behind him and looked at Nick.
"Do you have the disc?" he asked, and Nick lowered his gun. She looked at him, confused.
"No," he said.
"Most unfortunate," the strange man said, now glaring at her. "What is she doing here?"
"She followed me." Y/N looked at Nick in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
"Kill her," the man said coldly and the other pointed his gun at her; she looked at Nick with wide eyes.
"Wait," he finally stopped him. "She might be useful in tracking down the disc."
The man nodded and ordered the other to lower his weapon. "All right. Take her with you."
Nick grabbed her by the arm and pulled her with him toward a building; she looked at him with confusion. "What are you doing?"
He opened the door of a car and leaned down to her. "I'm going to explain everything to you, but right now: get in the car."
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The ride passed in silence, but after what felt like an eternity, the car turned into an underground garage and Nick got out. He walked around the car and opened the car door for her; Y/N got out and he led her to a private elevator. Without a word she followed him in and he pushed the button for the top floor. He placed a hand on the middle of her back and led her out. In the middle of the room, he left her standing and walked to the minibar.
"Would you like a glass?" he asked, raising the bottle of whiskey, and she shook her head.
"What happened there, Nick? Who was that man?" she asked him, confused.
"He's my boss," he said simply, stepping up to her as he sipped his whiskey.
"Your boss? He works for the CIA? Then why did he try to kill me?" asked Y/N. He set his glass down on a table.
"I didn't want to get you involved." -He glanced over her shoulder and she looked at him in confusion-"The man you met doesn't work for the CIA; he's more of a CIA Most Wanted."
She let his words run through her mind for a few moments. "So you work for an assassin?"
Nick looked at her and cupped her cheek. "You don't?"
"Why didn't you let him kill me?" she asked him and he smiled at her.
"You mean too much to me, and not just as a friend, Y/N," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned down to her and kissed her softly on her lips; his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her body against his. She began to kiss him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned as she felt his erection pressing against her; Nick used the moment to push his tongue into her mouth. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and carried her to a wall. The kiss became more passionate and she slid his denim jacket off his shoulders and dropped it carelessly on the floor. Nick started to undo her shirt, but he grew impatient and carelessly ripped it open, letting the buttons fly around. He pulled down her bra and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Y/N moaned and buried her fingers in his shoulders as he sucked on them while rubbing his erection against her clothed pussy. Nick pulled her panties aside, with his free hand, and ran his fingers over the crease of her pussy; she arched her back and, at the same moment, he thrust two fingers inside her and began to fuck her rapidly.
"Nick!" she moaned his name loudly.
"God, I wanted to hear you moan my name for so long, Y/N." He pulled his fingers out of her and she protested, but she was broken off his lips as he pushed himself off the wall and carried her to the king size bed that stood in the room. Gently he dropped her onto it and she crawled back; Nick pulled his white T-shirt over his head and crawled onto the bed with her. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him and leaned down to kiss her again. He pulled her up a little and let her shirt slide off her shoulders before unclasping her bra and pulling it off her body. Nick started kissing down her body until he got to her skirt and he sat up. He unzipped the side of the skirt and pulled it down, along with her panties. Nick put her legs over his shoulders and bent down to her pussy; he thrust his tongue into her and began to fuck her with it.
"Nick, please. Fuck me, I need you," she begged and he looked up at her smiling.
"How would you like me to fuck you? With my fingers? My mouth?"
"I want you to fuck me with your cock," she moaned in frustration, throwing her head back. Hearing the clink of his belt buckle, she looked to him and watched as he unzipped his pants. He got up from the bed and slid them down along with his boxers; he did so without taking his eyes off her, but then his gaze wandered between her legs and she could swear she heard a low growl. Without wasting another moment, he settled back between her legs and wrapped her legs around his hips. Nick took her hands in his and placed them next to her head. She bit her lower lip as she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He leaned down and kissed her as he thrust into her in one hard thrust; she moaned into his mouth. After a few seconds, he began to pull almost completely out of her before slowly thrusting back into her. Nick repeated it, thrusting into her agonizingly slowly; she lifted her hips, trying to get him to thrust into her faster. He smiled at her and let her hands go; he sat up and grabbed her waist to hold her steady.
"Please, Nick, fuck me faster," she begged, arching her back.
"Since you asked so nicely," he laughed, but it quickly turned into a moan as he thrust his cock faster into her tight pussy. She reached for the varnish beneath her.
"Y/N," he moaned, and she arched her back as he thrust against her G-spot. Nick repeated it over and over. "Massage your breasts."
She let her hands travel up and rolled her nipples between her fingers, squeezing her breasts. He let his hand travel down to her pussy and rubbed her clit quickly, in sync with his thrusts. She felt her climax building inside her, but suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her before flipping her over on all fours and thrusting his cock back inside her. Nick wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her, her back, against his chest, letting him thrust deeper into her pussy, thanks to the new angle. His other hand moved back to her clit and he rubbed it quickly. Her orgasm built inside her and her body began to shake uncontrollably.
"Cum for me," he commanded and at the same moment she came over his cock, Nick thrusting deep inside her and filling her with his hot cum. She collapsed on the bed and felt his weight on her; her pussy was still throbbing as he filled her with his cum. Finally, he pulled out of her and rolled next to her.
"Come with me, Y/N," he said pleadingly, pulling her into his arms.
"Yes," she replied, and he kissed her forehead; she felt him smile. For him, she would leave her life behind so that she could be by his side....
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, possessive Nick, confrontation
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 10th - “Every night’s another reason why I left it all.”
You should have known Nick would find you.
A rented room two towns over, cash payment, false name at the desk. It had felt clever for almost six hours.
Then the knock came.
Not loud. Not frantic.
Certain.
You opened the door with your bag already in your hand, and there he stood in the hallway, coat dark with rain, jaw tight.
“You ran.” his eyes fixed on you as they narrowed down with the one betrayal.
You swallowed hard “I left.” Correcting.
“Without a word.”
“I wrote a note.”
His mouth hardened. “That was a coward’s exit.”
The sting landed, but you were too tired to bleed for him anymore.
“You don’t get to call me a coward when staying with you meant disappearing piece by piece.”
Nick stepped inside before you could stop him, presence filling the cheap little room until it felt smaller than it had any right to be.
“You think this is freedom?” His eyes swept the peeling wallpaper, the single bed, the bag clutched in your fist. “This?”
“I think it’s a start.”
Something shifted in his face. You’d really wounded him.
“You were not unhappy every night.” His gaze burned.
“No,” you agreed, voice breaking despite yourself. “Some nights I loved you so much it scared me.” You didn’t stop the words “But every night’s another reason why I left it all. Every secret. Every lie. Every time I woke up beside you and wondered what part of me I had traded to stay.”
Nick went still. For one breath, you thought he understood. Then he reached for your bag taking it from you.
“No.” You pleaded “Nick.”
“You can hate me in the car.”
“I’m not going with you.” You wouldn’t go back
His smile was ruined and beautiful. “Yes, you are.”
A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 1st: Slower
Nick was relentless, fucking you hard enough that the headboard rattled against the wall in a brutal rhythm. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, sweat-slick heat sticking your body to his. His cock split you open over and over, thick and unyielding, the burn blurring into unbearable heat. You clawed down his back, nails catching on damp skin, your broken whimpers muffled against his neck. He only laughed, teeth grazing your ear as he drove harder, savoring how your cunt clenched around him like it couldn’t keep up.
“Nick- ” Your voice cracked, breath spilling hot against his skin. Your thighs trembled, your chest heaving under his weight. “Slower… please, I need slower.”
That stopped him- not from mercy, but because the sound of you begging curled low in his gut. He hissed through his teeth, grinding into you, stuffing you so full you felt every pulse of his cock. His hand curled up to your jaw, rough fingers pressing heat into your skin, tilting you until you couldn’t look anywhere but at him.
“Slower?” His tone was molten and dark, lips brushing yours, his breath hot with the scent of sweat and sex. “Baby, I’ll give you slower. But you’re gonna feel every fucking inch of me.”
And you did.
The next thrust dragged through you like fire poured slow, stretching you wide until tears pricked your lashes. His tongue pushed into your mouth, filthy, hungry, tasting the salt of your sob as his cock slid in deep, every ridge, every vein stroking raw spots inside you. His pace was mercilessly deliberate, grinding, wringing your body wet and desperate.
“That’s it,” he rasped, groaning when you squeezed him tight. “Look at you- ruined on the slow fuck you begged for. Every second, every stroke, mine.”
By the time he settled into the rhythm, you were shaking, breath caught, soaked through and broken open by the exquisite torture of being taken apart slow- exactly the way you’d asked.
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader X August Walker (CIA Boyos!)
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, Dub/Non Con Elements
A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 6th: Can you be good for me?
Nick’s hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His stare pinned you, sharp and unyielding, while your wrists strained uselessly against the binds. Your lips parted on a shaky gasp, wide-eyed and trembling, every nerve alive under his scrutiny.
“Wide-eyed little thing,” his thumb smearing spit across your bottom lip. “Can you be good for me?”
You tried to nod, but he squeezed harder until you whispered the word. “Yes.”
Nick’s smirk curved mean. “Good girl. You’ll need to be.”
His free hand slid between your thighs, two fingers plunging into your soaked cunt without warning. The stretch made you jolt, back arching as he pumped slow and deep, watching every filthy sound spill from your mouth.
“Messy already,” he muttered, curling his fingers until your body clenched. “So easy...”
A heavier touch joined his, thicker fingers forcing their way in beside his. You gasped, eyes wide as August stepped in behind you, towering, silent, relentless. Nick didn’t look away, his gaze locked on your ruined face as August’s fingers stretched you further, the intrusion rough, merciless.
Nick pulled his fingers free, before dragging them across your chest, smearing your tits with your own wetness. The smell of sex clung thick in the air, slick dripping down your thighs as August shoved deeper. A third finger forced its way inside, splitting you wider, the squelch obscene, making your thighs shake as your walls fluttered helplessly.
Nick’s thumb traced your lip, smearing spit as he caught the broken moan you couldn’t hold back. His smirk was razor sharp as August pumped you open, his knuckles grinding against you with every thrust. The sound of your body taking it filled the room.
“Be good for me, sweetheart,” Nick murmured, voice low and cruel. “While he takes his turn?”
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: Jan 24th “Don’t move. I want to feel this.”
Nick had you straddling his lap on the couch, knees sinking into the cushions. His hands were bruising on your hips, nails biting into skin as he dragged you down onto him in one slow, merciless push.
You choked on a gasp, fingers scrabbling at his shoulders. He was thick and hot and deep.
“Nick ” you breathed, rolling your hips to chase that sharp, perfect friction.
His grip tightened instantly.
“Don’t move.”
The words were steel. He hauled you down that last inch, burying himself fully, the blunt pressure at your cervix making your mouth fall open.
“I want to feel this,” he said, voice rough against your ear.
You trembled in his lap, every instinct screaming to move, to grind, to do something to ease the ache. But he held you, locked tight, his hands spreading over your back, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck.
You could feel his heartbeat through his chest, steady throb of him inside you. Every tiny clench of your muscles made him groan, low and wrecked.
“Yeah,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed you down harder. “There it is… that little squeeze. You feel that?” His lips brushed your jaw, teeth scraping lightly. “You wrap around me like that again, clenching..christ - I’m gonna come without you even moving.”
You swallowed, breath shuddering. “P-please…”
He huffed a laugh, all too pleased. “What did I say, sweetheart?” His thumb stroked the nape of your neck, almost soothing even as his cock pulsed inside you. “You stay right there and let me enjoy how perfect you feel. You wanna be good for me, don’t you?”
Your answer came out as a desperate little, “Yes…”
His smile against your skin was pure sin. “Good. Then don’t move.”
