Pairing: bf!Vinnie x fem!reader
Summary: Making out in Vinnie's bedroom gets interrupted.
Warnings: Language. Petnames. Sexually suggestive? Second Person POV.
A/N: Just a lil blurb to dip my toes in the water.
His tattooed hands course against your lower back as you straddle him, fingers hidden beneath your shirt as the ceiling fan swirls above you. There’s no rush in the way he’s touching you, or in the way he’s kissing you. Vinnie's content with the softness of your tongue and the sweet breaths of pleasure that slip inside his mouth.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. You know that, right?” He presses down against your hips, guiding the gentle friction between your clothed bodies.
“Vinnie…” Your skin is warm, tingling with the anticipation of more, but you can’t focus. You lift up, testing the back of your hand against the warmth of your cheeks.
Vinnie scratches at your thighs, his skin just as flushed as yours. “What is it, baby?” Your heart swells at the sight of him and your lower half aches. He looks so perfect underneath you, with half-lidded eyes and perfectly pink lips. “...You okay?”
You shake your head from your thoughts and push a curled strand from his forehead. “Yeah, sorry. I just—” A faint call from behind Vinnie’s closed bedroom door interrupts you. You pout at your boyfriend. “I feel bad, Vinnie. She wants to come in.”
“She’ll be fine.” Vinnie grips your hips once more, delicately urging you with his fingertips. “Let’s keep going.”
Hera continues to cry.
“Vinnie.”
“Hera,” Vinnie warns. “Stop!” Hera meows even louder, scratching against the door wildly. Vinnie tosses his head back against the pillow. “Damnit. Cockblocked by my own cat.”
“Don’t say that.” You drag two fingers against the scruff of his chin before sliding them down to his neck, connecting the distance between his moles. “She loves you.”
“I know,” Vinnie sighs. You and Hera were the two most important girls in his life. He couldn’t tell either of you “no” if he tried. “Can we,” he grabs your ass, “continue this later?”
You gasp at the pressure of his hands and smack his chest. “You’re awful!”
Vinnie smirks, still half-hard. “Yeah?” He bites at his bottom lip and pulls you closer against him, making sure you feel exactly what you’re missing out on. “Tell me how awful I am when I’m—” Hera yowls again and Vinnie rolls his eyes. “Oh my God.”
You can’t help but giggle.
“Okay, okay.” Vinnie relents. “Let me fuckin’ let her in.”
When ldr!reader visits ldr!Nick, what does Nick make sure is always at his place for reader? Does Nick make sure to have reader's favorite coffee for the mornings, or an extra blanket in case someone hogs it all, etc. -toughguymatt
nick doesn’t usually have his favorite coffee, because he always insists on taking ldr!reader to dutch bros since there isn’t any in new york. its kinda become a little tradition for them!
since they don’t get to see each other super often, their time together is usually lots of home dates like cooking dinner together, movie nights, or falling asleep with a show playing in the background. so nick always makes sure his kitchen is stocked with the essentials: popcorn, ice cream, boxed mac and cheese, etc.
he also keeps extra blankets on the bed now, one because he always hogs the covers, and one because he knows reader gets cold after showers. there’s an extra toothbrush in the bathroom, reader’s face wash and skin care. lube in the drawer. charger by the bed. he kind of likes the place better when it feels like reader lives there. it’s comforting to feel his presence even after he leaves.
You traced the pointed pickets of Matt's tattoo with your finger. "Are sunflowers your favorite?"
Matt hummed in response, eyes focused on the game in front of him. He hadn't heard a single word you said.
You tried again. "Are they?"
Matt's tongue poked beneath his teeth in concentration. "Are they what?"
"Sunflowers. Are they your favorite?"
"Fuck!" His character's body slumped to the floor in a collapse of pixelated blue. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
You sighed, immediately retreating into yourself. "Never mind."
"No, I'm sorry. Look." He paused the game and tossed the controller to the far side of the couch. "You have my full attention, I promise. What was your question?"
"I just wanted to know your favorite flower."
"Oh." Matt bit his lip in thought, pink brightening under the pressure. "I, uh, don't think I have one? A lot of flowers are pretty." He considered the classics: roses, peonies, daisies, before a smile curved upwards on his face. "Tulips," he chirped happily.
You couldn't help but smile at his choice. "Tulips?"
"Mmhm." He tapped against your mouth. "One." Then slowly hovered his touch down your body, between your legs. "Two," he smirked.
Chris shook his head as he returned to you with a Pokémon Band-Aid. "You really are accident prone."
He knelt in front of you before peeling the paper backing with practiced fingers. "You know, I didn't believe you when you told me you were clumsy. I thought, there's no fucking way. Nick's the clumsiest person I know. But, nope, you got him beat."
Chris's smile grew as he recounted all your injuries. "You ate shit on the stairs the other day. You have multiple bruises from the doorknob. You burned yourself making macaroni and cheese. You almost passed out in the shower last night. And just now," he smoothed the Pikachu-printed bandage against your knee, "you literally tripped over air."
"I didn't!" you defended yourself with a bright blush. "If someone would have picked up their shoes from the floor I wouldn't have—"
He kissed your mouth with a laugh. "Yes, you would have."
"You're so…" You huffed heavily as you sat on the couch, completely exhausted from the business gala. You hated dressing up. You hated networking. But most of all, you hated how easily Matt had ushered you away with his hand against your lower back. "You're so full of yourself, you know that?"
Matt sauntered forward with a grin as he loosened his tie. "Pretty sure you wanna be too, huh?" He slid the black silk away from his collar and dropped it onto the glass coffee table before undoing the first two buttons of his shirt.
Your eyes widened. "That's not—"
"Don't," he interrupted briskly. "Nothing you say is gonna be the truth."
Your body jostled as he sat beside you. "What are you talking about? I'm not a liar, Matt."
"You are." Matt leaned forward and deftly grabbed your calves, pulling your legs across his lap. "You're lying right now." His voice was smooth and matter-of-fact as he unbuckled the thin velvet strap across your ankle. "You put on a front, and act like this is the last place you want to be—" he dropped your shoes on the floor with a thud "—but it isn't."
A rush of blood warmed beneath your skin as Matt angled himself between your legs and guided you to your back.
"You want to be here, with me." His hands spread against your thighs, slowly inching the soft fabric of your dress even higher. "Surprised no one else has caught on, you're so fucking obvious. You always find a way to bring me up in conversation. You search for me in every room you're in." Matt tugged at the lace against your hip with two fingers. "You can't stop thinking about me," he purred.
Your heart was racing.
"You can't stop thinking about how no one can fuck you like I can, how no one can make you come as hard as me." Matt's lips hovered over yours, tone softened to a champagne-drenched whisper. "You're wet right now."
Pairing: AU!Nick x Male OC (Adrian Rivers)
Summary: Curiosity getting the better of him, Nick takes up an offer to go on a late night drive.
Warnings/Content: Language. Oral sex. Third Person POV. Posted in three parts, so it's an easier read. Smut is in the final this part.
A/N: When we say AU, we mean it. Nick bartends, is into cars, and knows how to drive? Crazy. Buckle up, get strapped in. Also, the FC for Adrian is Vinnie Hacker, but feel free to picture whoever you like.
Part One / Part Two
"Just... Yeah. Right up there." Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the car jostled to a stop. The overlook was one of Adrian's favorite spots. But it had been a while since he'd hidden away to watch the sunset, to imagine the lives of the blurry tiny specks in the distance, to tempt his toes at the edge.
The stars were brighter than Nick could see from the car, and it was a rarity to be able to just park somewhere without worrying about getting the car back in time. Movement from beside him caught his attention, and immediately Nick’s eyes fixated on Adrian.
Adrian interlocked his fingers and stretched them above his head with a moan, a sliver of skin peeking beneath the hem of his shirt. "So, Nick, have you been up here before?"
Nick swore he could see Adrian’s damn Adam’s apple move under the hum of his moan, but he didn’t have time to speculate long due to the way his shirt rid up like a fucking wet dream. He was… unfairly attractive. “Not up here, I don’t think.” He spoke as his eyes flickered back to the side of Adrian’s face, stomach fluttering now that Nick didn’t have the distraction of keeping them alive. “The view is pretty good, though.”
Adrian's gaze drifted from Nick's obscured blue eyes to his lips then back up again. "Yeah." he agreed. "It is." Nervousness stirred in Adrian's abdomen. He was completely okay with sitting and talking, but the urge to touch Nick was becoming a problem. Adrian blamed his kinesthetic leanings and the fact that he'd never seen a more kissable mouth in his entire life. Adrian wet his lips, leaned over the armrest, and reached forward to softly brush Nick's hair from his eyes. "Can you even see it?"
Nick’s heart picked up in pace and a blush bloomed over his cheeks. “If you thought I couldn’t see, it was pretty fucking risky to let me drive you over here.” Anxiousness pooled in his stomach despite the way his head tipped just slightly toward Adrian’s hand.
"Taking risks is part of the reward." Adrian’s fingers dug into Nick's shirt, curling the texture against his fingertips. "You got into a car with me in the first place. I think you knew what you were getting into." Adrian yanked at the fabric, pulling Nick into a kiss.
Whatever Nick was about to say died on his lips the moment Adrian's were pressing against them.
Adrian bit at Nick's bottom lip, gently sliding it from his teeth, before soothing it over with another kiss. "This console between us is about to piss me off." Adrian kissed Nick's jaw, beneath his chin, and against the pulse point of his neck. A quiet moan caught in Nick’s throat as it tilted back just enough for the press of Adrian’s lips. He smiled against Nick's warm skin. "We might have to do something about that.”
The vibration of Adrian’s words against his neck left Nick breathless. He lifted a hand to tangle in Adrian's hair. "Yeah..." Nick managed to say. "It was your dumbass idea to go on a drive. In a car," he exhaled, breathily, as a shiver rolled over his skin. He needed more.
Nick crashed their lips together, lips dragging down to Adrian’s jaw; mouthing his words against it: "You can push your seat back."
Adrian half-chuckled, half-moaned. "You can," he put his hand on Nick's chest," push yours." He shoved Nick back into the driver's seat before adjusting Nick's chair for him in a quick motion. "See?" Adrian gave Nick another kiss and drifted his hand to the waistband of Nick's pants. "Much better."
Nick’s stomach jumped in excitement as Adrian’s fingers bumped against his stomach. A sigh etched into his words. "Yeah, for you." His tongue brushed over his bottom lip in frustration. "Can barely fucking reach you now."
"You don't need to reach me," Adrian murmured against Nick's mouth as he unbuttoned Nick's pants.
“I want to.” Nick was embarrassed that he was already hard, face tinged with red, as a gasp of a moan vibrated against Adrian's lips. The zipper teeth of Nick’s jeans scratched at Adrian's knuckles as he palmed over Nick's underwear. Nick’s hand automatically rose to grasp at Adrian’s wrist loosely, self consciousness creeping back in at the worst moment.
"If you need me to stop," Adrian spoke quietly as he continued to touch, "just tell me."
Nick slowly let go of Adrian’s wrist as his other palm slid down Adrian's torso, finding the hem of his shirt so that the pads of his fingers grazed the skin underneath. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
Adrian kept their mouths busy with feverish kisses as he thumbed over the head of Nick's cock. He enjoyed the weight of it in his hand, but he was growing impatient to feel it on his tongue. Nick, meanwhile, forgot how to breathe, eyes fluttering closed. "Fuck." Nick’s teeth lightly dug into Adrian's bottom lip, chasing his kiss.
Adrian leaned back with reddened lips, needing to see exactly what he was working with. He hooked his fingers against Nick's waistband, Nick’s cock straining deliciously against the fabric. Adrian’s mouth was watering. "Move your hips."
Nick exhaled sharply as he complied, albeit a second delayed, hips finally rolling up at his gentle command.
"Not so bossy now, huh?"
"Shutthefuck up.”
Adrian kept eye contact as he spit into his palm. “Make me.” His own erection was pressed against the center console as he gripped Nick’s cock with slender, tattooed fingers. He kept his motions firm but gentle, enjoying the sounds vibrating into their kisses, as slickness built up beneath his hand. Adrian sighed against Nick’s mouth after a final, hungry kiss. “Need to taste all of you,” Adrian mumbled. He edged downward, keeping his hand pumping at the base.
Nick wet his lips and slid his palm along Adrian’s back. Nick was so hard in Adrian’s hand that he could barely think.
Adrian softly licked at the head of Nick’s cock, before taking it completely into his mouth with a moan. Adrian looked how honey tasted, and somehow, his tongue felt just as smooth. The first lick to Nick’s cock had him fighting to keep his hips still as he sighed heavily into the air. The sight of Adrian’s tongue brushing over his heated skin would definitely not be forgotten anytime soon.
“Fuck, Adrian,” Nick whispered, momentarily throwing his left arm over his eyes. If he watched the way his lips moved over him too intently, this wouldn’t last long. Eventually, his arm slipped away, falling against the side of the car as his other hand sunk deep into Adrian’s hair. Nick moaned again, gaze half-lidded and face permanently stained pink as his knuckles tightened in the strands, tugging as he struggled to keep his breathing even.
Adrian groaned around Nick’s cock, keeping his pace as his jaw ached. The pain was worth the weight of warm skin on his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. Adrian lifted up to catch his breath. “Nick,” he spoke hoarsely. “Harder. Pull my hair harder.”
Nick's pupils were blown, his cock twitching at the low scratch of Adrian’s voice. It echoed in his ears, rolling over him in waves. "Jesus. Okay," Both hands buried themselves into Adrian’s hair, fingernails scratching along his scalp. He pulled at the amber strands roughly as his hips shifted under him.
Adrian near-whimpered at the simultaneous pull of his hair and Nick’s desperate intake of breath, but instead he focused on his up-and-down motion.
"You're gonna make..." A sharp breath punctuated Nick’s words, tone tapering off into a borderline whine until he cut himself off, tightening his grip even further. This time the tug was a warning. "Gonna come."
Adrian’s eyes welled with tears as Nick hit the back of his throat with spilled warmth. He raised gently, mouth closed, and moved to the passenger side door. He opened it just enough to spit onto the pavement. He exhaled as the door shut, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You good?” Adrian leaned back over to give Nick a chaste kiss. “You better be,” he whispered near his mouth with a smile.
"After that? Damn. Give a guy a second," Nick whispered back, lips curling to return his smile, but instead he closed their distance again. His nose bumped against Adrian’s before brushing their lips together briefly as he took a moment to calm down. His palm drifted down Adrian’s arm as he shivered, blue eyes still darkened as he tried not to melt back into his seat.
Nick wasn’t sure how much time passed before he was finally able to move; tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. The flush that remained covering his skin was now in part to embarrassment. He just let himself be… dick out in a stranger's car. Yet Nick still took a moment to drift his eyes over Adrian in appreciation. He let out a soft exhale as he wet his lips. Adrian’s features were somehow soft and defined at the same time, creating a near otherworldliness about him. Nick tried not to feel a spark of smug satisfaction at the way Adrian’s hair was even further mussed; unruly curls framing his head like a goddamn halo. "You good?"
“Absolutely.” Adrian grinned. He could still taste Nick in his mouth. “I’d consider this a very successful first date.” He fluttered his eyes with a shimmy of his shoulders. “Wouldn’t you? But, no, seriously. I’d really like to take you out. Properly.”
A smile tugged at Nick’s lips, baring teeth, as a short laugh followed at the dorky gesture. Nick was met with both the strangest and strongest urge to kiss him again for it. He didn’t, instead lifting his hand to brush hair away from Adrian’s forehead.
“Maybe after I get back,” Adrian leaned his head back on the seat, gazing lovingly at Nick, “we can figure something out?”
“Yeah.” Nick wasn’t even sure what a proper date even meant. Yet for some unfathomable reason, he almost found himself wanting to agree nonetheless. He dropped his arm between them, resting back on the console. “I’ll think about it.” Nick wet his lips and leaned his head back a bit, hair falling back against his forehead. “So am I driving myself home, or do you want to be the one to do that?”
"I'll drive you back." Adrian gave Nick a final peck on the lips before exiting out of the passenger's side.
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“Adrian,” Nick whispered as the slick of Adrian’s tongue brushed against his own. “We’ve gotta… stop…” His eyes were glossy under the faint light of the streetlamp just outside the window. Nick kissed him again deeply, swallowing the moans that came from the other. Nick shuddered. “Okay… okay…” he panted. He slackened his grip on Adrian’s shirt and pressed his palms flat against Adrian’s shoulders, pushing him back. If they didn’t stop now, Nick was at serious risk of kissing him for another half hour. Or having a repeat of earlier.
“Okay,” Adrian agreed, nodding. “Stopping now.” His hand caught the back of Nick’s head, and he tugged him back for another kiss that left both of them dizzy.
“Not fair.” Nick uttered against his lips; the slow brush of Adrian’s over his own could be addicting if he wasn’t careful. The last time Nick was head over heels for someone, it didn’t end well. His hands were shaky as he cupped Adrian’s face between them, thumbs grazing over his cheekbones. Nick gave him a pointed look before he quickly darted in to press a final kiss to the side of his mouth. “That’s all you get,” he murmured, a slight grin pulling at his lips as he finally worked up the strength to leave his ass alone and settle back into the passenger's seat.
“Am I going to see you again?”
Nick dragged a hand through his messy hair and straightened his work uniform. His previously crisp button down shirt was wrinkled all to hell. “Maybe.” His hand grasped for the handle of the door, pushing it open.
He heard the roll down of Adrian’s window before he even reached it. He ducked his head down to say goodbye, but he didn’t have a chance to get the words out as he felt Adrian’s hand wrap around his forearm, tugging him gently downward.
A gasp caught in Nick’s throat, but his head automatically dipped down. His eyes darted to Adrian’s lips, like he hadn’t just spent the better part of the night finding out exactly what they felt like. A half-groan half-laugh escaped him as he pressed their lips together through the open window. When they broke apart, they were both smiling.
“Get out of here,” Nick whispered raspily. “You’ve got a plane to catch.” Nick reached through the window, brushing back Adrian’s hair away from his eyes, before giving it an impromptu ruffle. “Good luck on your thing,” he murmured before stepping away from him, finally turning on his heel to head back to his apartment. He could feel Adrian’s eyes on him until he was out of sight.
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Nick was as quiet as Nick could possibly be as he entered the silent apartment. He barely got through the door before he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
Adrian: miss me yet?
His stomach filled with fucking butterflies at the sight of his name and the grin that spread across Nick’s face made his cheeks hurt. Thank God his brothers were asleep right now. He’d never hear the end of it.
Nick just stared at the phone for a moment, back pressing against the closed front door. He was still grinning to himself as he tapped out a reply.
