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morningfears · 5 years ago

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Cherry

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “#4 and #8 with nick maybe breeding kink only if you want” - “Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you.” + “Keep going. If you stop, I stop.” for anon. | Ft. Breeding kink (unprotected sex; be safe, kids), little bit of daddy kink, vaguely dom!Nick.

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The house had finally fallen silent, the lack of noise welcome after spending the day babysitting two cheerful toddlers. There were no more cartoons to be heard, no more giggles and coos, and a small part of you missed the noise as you shuffled around the living room, picking up toys and straightening the couch cushions. A larger part, however, relished in the silence and ached to pop open a bottle of wine to enjoy as a reward for surviving the day. Your brother and his wife had just left, their two precious girls in tow, and you found yourself fantasizing about a relaxing bath as you dropped the last doll into the little box of toys you kept for the days they asked you to babysit.

Nick, who loved being Uncle Nick almost as much as you loved seeing him play the part, was busy in the kitchen, washing the dishes the four of you had dirtied throughout the day. His hair was still mussed from where the girls had tugged and played - both were in the ‘tugging at anything within their grasp’ phase - and he had a streak of pink on his cheek where the youngest had gotten him with a marker. He was clearly exhausted, the slump of his shoulders an indicator of how great a toll the day had taken on him, but he still wore a small smile on his lips as he hummed along to a song you only vaguely recognized.

You leaned against the counter, your elbows resting against the cool granite, as you watched him move around the kitchen. He could feel your eyes on him, could feel the weight of your stare against his skin, but he paid you no mind as he returned the items you’d both left scattered around the room to their rightful places. The moment he returned the last utensil to the correct drawer, he turned to face you and held his hand out for you to grab.

The moment you took his hands, he tugged you closer and placed his hands on your hips. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as he began to sway the pair of you. “What’re you doing?” you asked, your voice quiet as you giggled.

Nick hummed, his hands firm on your waist as he began to lead you in a slow dance around the kitchen. “Dancing with my girl,” he answered after a beat of silence, “something wrong with that?”

You met his gaze, his eyes shining with love and adoration as he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “No, Nicky,” you hummed, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you moved to rest your head on his chest, “nothing wrong with that at all.”

Nick smiled at your response, his heart warming at the feeling of you melting into his embrace, as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. There was no music, only the rhythmic beating of his heart as you leaned your head on his chest, but neither of you minded as he lead you around the kitchen. Dancing around the kitchen was simultaneously familiar and somewhat foreign. This was something you’d done before, usually on nights when you’d had too much to drink or you were both in a more playful mood, but it had never been so soft. It was different, but it felt right.

You remained quiet, content to allow Nick to dance to his heart’s content, but he had other things on his mind. As he swayed, his fingers brushing your skin as they dipped beneath the hem of your top, he quietly stated, “Today was fun, ma. We should do that again sometime.”

“It was,” you agree as you lift your head to meet his eyes again. You smile at the look on his face, a soft smile and a gentle look in his eyes, before you add, “I told them we’d look after them anytime they needed a sitter.”

Nick hesitated for a moment, a brief flicker of nerves clouding his eyes, before he sighed, “I can’t wait to have one of our own. I know it’s a little early but we’re gonna have a beautiful family.”

The pair of you hadn’t talked about children at length yet. You knew that Nick wanted children and you knew that you wanted them, too. He’d mentioned having children with you before, usually in a joking manner (often in the form of complimenting what a beautiful couple you made), but this was the first time he’d stated it in a way that meant something.

You weren’t ready yet, neither of you were and you knew that, but you couldn’t help sharing his sentiment. “It is a little early,” you agreed as moved your hands to cup his cheeks, “but, yeah. Someday, we’ll have a beautiful little family. I don’t even want to think about how spoiled our kids are gonna be. Between the two of us, they won’t stand a chance.”

“Who’s gonna play the bad cop?” Nick asked, a grin on his lips as he leaned in to ghost his over yours, “If our kids have your eyes, I won’t be able to tell them no.”

“Shut up,” you laughed before you closed the distance to press your lips to his in a chaste kiss, “you can be tough when you want to be. You know how to put me in my place when I’m being a brat.”

“Mm, that’s a little different, ma,” he teased with a grin as he squeezed your hips, “but, you’re right. I’ll have to be the tough one. You can’t punish the girls to save your life.”

“They’re just so cute,” you whined as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. “They smile and giggle and it’s just so precious. They’re babies, baby. They deserve fun.”

“I know,” he laughed as he finally stopped moving you around the kitchen. “Ours are gonna be even harder to say no to. You’re gonna have to toughen up before we have babies, ma,” he teased as he released you from his grasp and reached out to swat at your ass.

“Nicholas,” you scolded, your tone playful as you stepped away from him to search for your bottle of wine. “I was gonna ask you to take a bath with me but since you want to be a pain, you can entertain yourself,” you hummed as you grabbed the bottle from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet.

“I was thinking I could entertain you,” he offered, a grin on his lips as he plucked the bottle and glass from your hands. “We’re not ready for babies yet but it’s never too early to start practicing.”

He smirked at you, his free hand moving to the back of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You melted into his embrace, a ball of lust forming in the pit of your stomach as you moved your hands to his hair. The idea of feeling him without a condom, of having him cum inside of you, was something you’d thought about more often than you cared to admit. You knew where he stood on the subject, the way he growled out his desire to fill you in the throes of passion told you everything you needed to know, but you’d never relented. You hadn’t wanted to take the chance, even with your birth control, but now that you knew you were on the same page about wanting children, you felt your desire overwhelming your rationality.

You knew that, no matter what happened, Nick would be there for you.

With your mind made up, you pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him. “You bring the wine, I’ll start the bath,” you informed him, your fingers releasing his hair.

Nick watched, a look of disbelief on his face as you bounded down the hall toward your bathroom. It wasn’t like you to step away from him, not when he was taking things slow and being so soft with you, but there you were, gone without a second thought. He remained in the kitchen for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm the lust swirling in the pit of his stomach, before he grabbed another glass and headed down the hall to join you.

Much to his surprise, he found you already naked. You’d shed your clothes, lit candles, and started the bath. You’d placed some sort of bath bomb in the water, a pale pink shimmer clearly noticeable in the porcelain tub, and stood bent over the edge of the tub as you swirled the water to make it dissolve a little faster.

Nick placed the wine on the counter and was quick to shed his own clothes, his t-shirt and sweatpants tossed into the laundry basket in the corner as he moved to stand behind you. His hands found your hips, his fingers cool against your heated skin as he pressed against you. You hummed, your voice quiet as you arched back against him, and he leaned in to trail kisses along your shoulders.

He glanced up, his eyes meeting his reflection in the large mirror behind your tub, and an idea hit him. From this angle, he could see everything. He could see the way your eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his lips along the nape of your neck. He could see how your nipples hardened as his hands brushed your sides, just below your ribcage. He could see the way your chest began to rise and fall just a little faster, your breath coming quicker as he nudged your feet apart with his own and the anticipation began to rise. This was the perfect position for you both to get exactly what you wanted and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Although the tub wasn’t full yet, Nick removed one hand from your body and reached out to turn the water off. Before you could question him, ask why he was interrupting your bath, he turned your head so that he could pull you into a kiss. Your lips molded together, a perfect fit, and you attempted to shift in Nick’s embrace so that you could wrap your arms round his neck, however, he kept you locked in his embrace. One hand remained cupping your jaw, keeping you in place, while the other trailed down your body. His fingers brushed at your skin, digits trailing over your stomach. He paused, briefly, his palm lingering over your belly, before he continued his descent.

“Let’s try something, ma,” he suggested, his hand dipping between your thighs. “You trust me?”

“Completely,” you answered, your voice breathless as his fingers brushed at your slit, gathering wetness. “Whatever you want, Nick. Take it.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Nick loved how you fell apart for him, how willing you were to let him take the reins, and smirked against your skin when he realized how wet you already were for him. “You really want it, huh? What’s got you so wet, ma?”

Nick’s fingers began to move a little faster between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit. He nudged your thighs a little farther apart, his free hand moving to cup your breast as he waited for your response. When you simply sighed, your lips parting in a quiet exclamation of pleasure, Nick moved to press his lips to your shoulder once more. “Answer me, ma, or you won’t get what you want,” he warned, his voice even as he glanced into the mirror to catch sight of your expression.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, your voice taking on a hint of a whine as you opened your eyes and met his in the mirror. “Fill me up, daddy, please.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as he moved to slip a finger into your heat. “You gonna let me hit it raw?” he asked, his tone clearly surprised. He’d imagined that, even while you were planning on practicing for your future, he’d still be wearing a condom. But this was better than he could’ve imagined.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your eyes raking down your body reflected in the mirror to watch Nick’s hand work between your thighs. “Wanna feel all of you, daddy, please,” you whined as he slipped a second finger into your heat to prepare you for his cock.

“You will, ma,” he assured you, his tone soothing as he watched you squirm in his grasp, your reflection clearly displaying how much you wanted him. To him, this was the best of both worlds. He got to have you in one of his favorite positions, bent over the nearest available surface, while also getting to see your face as he fucked you. “Be a good girl for me and bend over. I want you to watch as I fuck you, princess. I wanna see those pretty eyes the entire time, you got that?”

You bit back a whine as he removed his hands from your center and breathed, “Yes, daddy,” as you bent over the edge of the tub. You gripped the edge, your hands slick, and let Nick nudge your thighs farther apart as he settled between them. You kept your eyes on the mirror, your eyes glued to his body, as he stroked his cock for a moment. He reached out and slapped your ass, his smirk growing as you bit your lip. He knew that you loved it when he spanked you, the nights where you came away with a sore ass and completely sated were your favorites, but that wasn’t on the agenda for the night.

Instead, he left well enough alone and moved to run his cock along your folds. He teased for a moment, barely brushing the tip of his cock over your entrance, before he slipped into you. He knew that neither of you would last long this round, not with this being the first time feeling one another without the barrier of a condom, so he figured he’d save the teasing for later.

“Keep your eyes on me, ma,” he reminded you as he slipped inside and watched your eyes flutter closed. “If you stop, I stop. Remember that,” he warned as he bottomed out inside you.

You watched your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were blown wide with lust, your chest heaving as you attempted to breathe through the pleasure, and you could see what Nick praised as you watched him begin rocking his hips. You looked sinful, the epitome of lust, as his hand snaked between your legs. You watched yourself for another moment before your gaze shifted to Nick.

His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, the exertion and steam from the bathroom making his skin glisten as he drove his cock into you. His eyebrows were pinched in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched his cock disappear into your cunt, and you could tell that he was just as overwhelmed at the new feeling as you were. The feeling of him bare, nothing hindering your pleasure, was unlike anything you’d experienced and you had to force yourself to keep your eyes open as every drag of his cock against your walls felt like the first time all over again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised, his free hand gripping your waist as his thumb brushed your clit. “Feel so good around me, ma. So tight, so warm, fuck.”

You’d never been one for making too much noise during sex. You were always somewhat embarrassed, the noises leaving your lips making you slightly self-conscious, but Nick wanted nothing more than to hear you. He loved hearing your whimpers and whines. He loved hearing you scream his name, loved hearing you gasp and moan for him. So when he caught sight of you placing a hand over your mouth, he moved his hand from your clit to grab your wrist.

“Don’t cover your mouth,” he ordered, his tone firm but voice quiet as he drove into you, “I want to hear you. Let me know how I’m making you feel, ma.”

You swallowed your moans for another moment, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, as Nick’s hands grabbed both of your wrists and gathered them behind your back. He used his grip on them for leverage as he quickened his pace. Without your hands to cover your moans, you couldn’t help but let them echo around the bathroom as Nick met your eyes in the mirror. He could feel you clench around him at the sight. He looked beautiful, so focused on making sure both of you got what you wanted, and his earlier prediction came to fruition as he only had to utter, “Cum for me, ma, wanna feel you let go for me,” to toss you over the edge.

The combination of feeling him bare, the feeling of his fingers circling your clit, and watching him fuck you in the mirror was too much for you. You tightened around him, something that had him groaning your name, and came with an exclamation of his name. The feeling of you tightening around him, watching your face as he took you from behind, and the prospect of being able to cum inside of you and fill you was enough to bring him over the edge after you.

He fucked you through both of your orgasms, your moans echoing through the bathroom as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. You’d never felt that full, no matter what he’d done, and you wanted to cry as you felt him begin to pull away. However, your whimpers turned into moans as he slipped his hands between your thighs to push the cum leaking from your cunt back inside.

“Fuck, ma,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he stared at the mess between your thighs, “fuck.”

You hummed your agreement, finding yourself unable to speak as you finally closed your eyes and let Nick keep you steady. You remained where you were for a moment, still bent over the tub, before Nick reached around you to turn the faucet back on. When he stepped away after leaning you against the tub, you huffed an unhappy noise and opened your eyes to watch him move around the bathroom to grab a tissue to clean you up.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he laughed as he returned to you, “didn’t think you’d want cum in the tub. Yet.”

“Nicholas,” you huffed, your voice slightly hoarse as you slapped his shoulder. “Fuck off.”

“I could just fuck you,” he shrugged, a smirk on his lips as he returned his hands to your hips. “You know what they say, ma. Practice makes perfect. I don’t think one round’s gonna cut it.”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, your own hands moving to his hair. “Guess we should practice until we feel ready. Just to be sure, you know?”

Nick grinned at that, his teeth on display, before he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he reassured you as he reached for the wine, “we’ll be pros by the time we’re ready for the real thing.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement before you grabbed the wine glass from his hand. “I love you, too, Nick,” you returned, a smile on your lips as he helped you into the tub, “so much.”

The timing wasn’t right yet but, as he mentioned, practice makes perfect. The pair of you never settled for anything less and this time, you knew without a shadow of a doubt, would be no different.

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Author’s Note: Happy New Year, pals. Well, it’s NYE. But, still. I haven’t written smut smut in a while so this was fun. I’m in my Nick feelings at the moment. But also lowkey Brandon? And always Zion, tbh. I just. Need to pick a lane. Also, because there’s an overlap between the PM and CNCO fandoms, I’ve been reading fics for them and I need to not. Also, my nieces are precious and this was kinda soft but also not really so. I dunno. Okay, welp. I’m gonna go watch The Simpsons and ring in the new year with my dog because I’m still at home and would very much like to go back to my apartment.

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amythecinnabunny · 4 years ago

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Also like ,,, chapters 18 and 19 have been posted for Come Back, I Still Need You and it is officially come to an end I'm not crying you are what

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srtmiia · 2 years ago

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𝒜𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

┃ 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧 .*･ ─ 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

┃ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 .*･ ─ 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒.

┃ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 .*･ ─ 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾.

┃ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 .*･ ─ 𝟤,𝟩𝟤𝟤

┃ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥/𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 .*･ ─ 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨🔮: 𝖠 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖮𝖿 𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖠𝗂𝗋

┃ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 .*･ ─ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽.

➝ 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

➝ 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Nicole’s POV

CLIMBING OUT OF bed, I shut my alarm off, yawning as I took off my sleep mask. I stretched my limbs, swung my feet from underneath the comforter, and walked to my attached bathroom. After using the toilet, I ran a nice hot shower, and while it reached a temperature I could tolerate, I went to my closet, searching for an outfit. Once I picked something to wear, I stripped off my clothes and stepped inside the glass enclosure. As I grabbed my mesh sponge, I poured my Dove Glowing Body Soap in the scent of Mango & Almond Butter onto it and started singing as I scrubbed myself.

"Too much in my system, money MIA, momma making ends meet, working like a slave." I sang, cleaning my stomach.

By the song's end, I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my body. After I dried off, I rubbed my Sunshine Mimosa lotion from Bath & Body Works into my skin and slipped on my undergarments. I dressed in dark-washed mid-rise destructed ankle jeans, a hot pink wide contour asymmetrical crop top, and black vans. Once my hair was to my liking, I grabbed my backpack and car keys before leaving my bedroom. Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I grabbed a strawberry pop tart from the cabinet and walked out to my car.

Once I buckled myself into the seatbelt, I drove to my best friend Victoria's house to pick her up for school. On the drive to her place, I sang my heart out to music playing from my phone connected via Bluetooth. Arriving at her home, I parked at the end of the driveway and honked my horn. A few minutes passed before I saw her exit the front door and jog to my car. Victoria got in the passenger side and buckled herself in before I drove away.

"What's good, bestie?" Victoria asked, applying lipgloss to her lips in the sun visor mirror.

"Nothing much. What's been up with you?" I questioned, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Well, you remember how I told you Brent asked me out to the movies Saturday?" Victoria inquired, looking at me.

"Yea, what happened?" I asked her as I pulled up to a red light.

"That's the thing nothing happened. It was a cute date. Brent's so sweet." My best friend expressed, holding her cheeks.

"Aww, look at you falling in love." I cooed, glancing at her. She had a massive grin on her face.

"I think I am." Victoria swooned, fanning herself in the seat.

"I mean, you guys make a cute couple," I replied, nodding my head in approval.

"Not as cute as you and Nick, though." She pouted, crossing her arms like a child.

"Well, Nick and I have been together since eighth grade." I reminded her, shrugging my shoulders.

"I know." Victoria sighed, staring out the window. "I just want what you guys have."

"You will, baby, and you know why?" I asked, glancing at Victoria once the light turned green.

"Why?" Victoria asked, grinning at me.

"You deserve it," I said, grabbing her hand.

"I love you." My best friend smiled, kissing the back of my hand.

"Love you too." I returned the smile before putting my attention back on the road.

Before school, I decided to stop by Starbucks and get some drinks. I ordered a grande strawberry & cream frappe, and Victoria bought a grande caramel frappe. After I paid, I continued driving until I arrived at school. Parking in an empty student spot Victoria and I got out, and I locked the car behind me. As we walked through the doors of the building, some students were standing around talking while others were sitting by their lockers, waiting for the bell to ring.

"Let's go sit in the cafeteria," Victoria suggested, looking at me.

"Sure, let's go," I replied, nodding my head.

Walking to the lunchroom Victoria and I sat at a booth and started talking, enjoying our frappes. As I went to reply to her, my phone dinged, signaling I had received a text message. I grabbed seeing it was from Nick.

Nicholas🥴❤️ - Are you at school yet?

Yea, I'm with Victoria in the cafeteria. Where are you?

Nicholas🥴❤️ - I'm walking through the entrance now.

Okay, I'll see you when you get here.

Nicholas🥴❤️ - See you.

Setting my phone to the side, I continued talking with my best friend. Victoria and I have been best friends since the first day of elementary school. The teacher sat us next to each other, and we were two peas in a pod. I wouldn't ask for anyone else as a best friend. She's charming, easygoing, and agreeable, but she also would put someone in their place if she had to.

One time in the fifth grade, a girl pushed me off the swing, and Victoria pushed her off so I could get back on, and I've loved her since that day. We've been inseparable, and our parents never wanted to split us apart because they knew how much we meant to each other. If I'm honest, Victoria was the one that insisted I be the one to talk to Nick back in eighth grade. She knew I was nervous, but she kept insisting. Victoria's persistence was one of the reasons why I loved her.

Glancing up, I saw my boyfriend walk into the lunchroom, and when we locked eyes, he smiled at me. As Nick came to our table, he greeted Victoria first, sitting next to me.

"Hello, Vicki." He smiled, wrapping his arms around me. "Hello, sweetheart."

"Hello, lover," I replied, kissing his cheek.

"You guys got Starbucks without me?" Nick questioned, stating the obvious.

"Yea, sorry about that, but you can have some of mine." I apologized, handing his my half-drunken cup.

"Thank you." He replied, sipping my beverage through the straw.

My best friend, boyfriend, and I began talking about things that happened at school over the three years we'd been here to pass the time. The morning bell echoes throughout the campus, and we get up from the table. Grabbing Nick's hand, I interlaced our fingers as he walked me to our lockers next to each other's. After twisting in my combination, I grabbed my textbook for my first-period class. Once the thirty-second bell rang, I followed behind Nick to our first lesson, Algebra 2.

Nick and I sat in our seats and waited for other students to pile into the room so Mrs. Franklin could start the class. When the final person sat in their seat, the teacher took attendance and got on with the lesson.

"Okay, class, for today's lesson, we will start lesson nine, Polynomial Arithmetics." Mrs. Franklin began, staring at everyone in the room. "Everyone, pull out some paper so you can take notes."

All students unzipped their backpacks and began pulling paper from their folders. I started writing down key points from the PowerPoint slide. As I write down notes, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, making me jump slightly. Sneakily I pulled it out to see a text from Victoria.

Bestie💖🤞 - I'm bored🥱

When are you not?

Bestie💖🤞 - When I'm with Brent🥰

Omfg🤭

Bestie💖🤞 - He's so adorable😊

You can shut up now; I get it.

Bestie💖🤞 - You're a hater🙃

Yea, I hate on you being in love with Brent😌

Bestie💖🤞 - Haha😂

Get back to class, Vicki.

Bestie💖🤞 - Okay.

Stuffing my phone back in my pocket, I put my attention back on the front of the class and continued writing notes on my paper. Algebra 2 went by fast, and the next thing I knew, the second bell had rung. After gathering my stuff, I headed out of class to my locker. Once I twisted my combination into the lock and grabbed my things for my following lesson, World History with Mr. Parsons. I smiled at my boyfriend, kissed him goodbye, and walked away.

As I sat in my seat, I pulled out my notebook and waited for my best friend to show up, and she better not be late. When Victoria walked through the door, I smiled at her as she took her place next to me with a big smile.

"What's with the smile?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Brent finally asked me out before I came into class. He cupped my chin so softly and kissed me on the cheek. I almost died and went to heaven." Victoria swooned, sliding down in the chair.

"Aww, that's so sweet." I professed, holding my hands over my chest. "I knew he would."

"I'm falling in love with him." My best friend proclaimed, nodding her head.

"Well, you deserve all the happiness in the world." I smiled, pulling her into a hug.

"Thank you." She replied, pulling away from me.

"You're welcome, love," I said, tapping my pencil on the desk.

Before I said anything else, my phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I had no doubt it was Nick. As I pulled it out, I was right. It was a text message from my boyfriend.

Nicholas🥴❤️ - I miss you😘

Miss you too🥰

Nicholas🥴❤️ - I forgot to tell you I'm having a party Friday night, and you’re invited.

You always ask me since I'm your girlfriend.

Nicholas🥴❤️ Of course, how can I not invite my gorgeous girlfriend to my party?

You'll find a way.

Nicholas🥴❤️ - Wow, some trust you have in me.

I'm kidding. Of course, I'll be there.

Nicholas🥴❤️ - Okay, I'll see you at lunch.

Ditto.

Locking my phone, I tucked it under my thigh as Mr. Parsons started the class. For this lesson, the teacher had us write down important facts, which would be our study guide for an upcoming test.

"Did Nick tell you about the party?" Victoria whispered, leaning over to me.

"Yea, he texted me about it," I said, nodding my head.

"He sent the invite in a group chat a second ago." She replied, checking the messages on her phone.

"I'm special, so I got invited directly from him." I smiled, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Spoiled brat," Victoria muttered, but I heard her.

"I'm not spoiled." I scoffed, staring at her in shock.

"Maybe a little bit, but I love you nonetheless." Victoria smiled, pressing her lips to my cheek.

Giggling, I shook my head and continued taking down more notes. Afterward, Mr. Parsons had us work on a small worksheet. Finally, the bell rang, and I left the classroom to my locker. Our next lesson was Economy, so Victoria and I headed there. Ms. Nelson had us take a quick quiz before watching a documentary.

Once the bell rang again, Victoria and I gathered our stuff and headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Good thing they were having Dominoes today because I was in the mood for pizza. After we stood in line, we sat at a table.

"Do you want a Gatorade or soda?" My best friend asked, standing up from the table.

"Sprite, please, and thank you," I replied, smiling at her.

As she went to grab us something to drink, I saw Nick and Brent walking toward the table with food. He smiled at me as he leaned down and pecked my lips.

"How were your classes?" Nick asked me, unwrapping his burger.

"Surprisingly easy," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "What about yours?"

"Easy, too, except Mr. Simmons wants us to turn in an art piece by Monday next week." He explained, biting into his cheeseburger. "If you haven't noticed by now, I suck ass at drawing."

"Well, I don't have to worry about that ." I teased, smiling at him.

"Smart ass." My boyfriend said, playfully shoving my shoulder.

Victoria returned with our drinks, sat down, and the four of us began talking. In the middle of me laughing at something Brent said, I hear my phone ringing a specific ringtone. I knew it was my mother so I answered the call.

Hello mommy.

Momma💕😌 - Are you at lunch?

Yea, I'm eating some pizza. What's up?

Momma💕😌 - Noah is going to be at the after-school program. Can you pick him up today? I am headed to work.

Mom, you know I always will.

Momma💕😌 - I know, and thank you.

You're more than welcome.

Momma💕😌 - Okay, have a good day. I love you.

Love you too, bye.

Setting my phone on the table, I ate and laughed with my friends until the outgoing lunch bell rang. When I arrived at my final class, Chemistry, I sat in my seat and waited for the lesson to begin. It went by fast, and I was glad I only had four classes on my schedule. When I exited the room, I found Nick waiting for me.

"So you're headed home?" He asked, grabbing my hand.

"Yes, I have to pick up Noah from daycare," I replied, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later," Nick said, kissing my lips.

"Okay, bye." I nodded, waving at him.

As I walked out of the building, I headed to my car and got in. Once I buckled my seatbelt, I drove to the house since Noah's school doesn't get out until 2:00 pm, and he's going to the after-school program. Walking through the door, I locked it behind me and headed to the kitchen. I tossed my backpack on the counter, opened the fridge, and grabbed a water bottle. After drinking some of it, I walked up the stairs to my room and took a nap before picking up Noah.

The sound of my alarm going off made me open my eyes. Grabbing my phone, I saw it was 3:30 pm and headed downstairs. Once I had my keys, I left the house to my car and buckled my seatbelt. As I drove to Great Lakes Elementary School, I tapped my thumbs on the steering wheel, listening to the music on the radio. Once I arrived at the educational building, I parked, got out, and headed inside the cafeteria. A worker saw me and smiled, greeting me.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The young woman asked, smiling at me.

"I'm here to pick up Noah Perri," I replied, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Okay, sign him out, and I'll get him." The woman said, smiling at me politely.

Nodding my head, I grabbed the folder and signed my name along with the time and who I was to him. I stood there and waited for the woman to walk my little brother to the front. When I saw Noah, he smiled at me and ran into my arms.

"Nicki!" Noah shouted, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hey, munchkin, how was school today?" I asked, taking his Spiderman backpack from him as we walked outside.

"It was fun. Today was one of my classmate's birthday, and his parents brought pizza." Noah explained as we walked to my car, and he climbed inside the backseat.

"Oh wow, it does seem like you had fun today," I replied, getting inside the car and starting it.

"Mhmm," Noah said, nodding his head.

"Okay, so how about we go swimming after we do your homework," I suggested, driving away from his school.

"That sounds awesome," Noah replied, holding his thumb up.

"Great," I replied, looking at him.

Arriving home, Noah followed me to the kitchen table and sat beside me while I grabbed his homework folder from his backpack. For today Noah's teacher wanted him to circle words he had trouble pronouncing. After helping my little brother with his assignment, he changed clothes to go swimming. I sat in the backyard, watching Noah in the pool for a couple of hours before getting him out and starting dinner. While Noah took his nighttime bath, I cooked baked lemon herbed chick, sauteed asparagus, and steamed rice.

Since my parents would return home late, I made sure to make their plates and set them in the oven before giving Noah his food. After eating dinner, I got my shower out of the way before reading my little brother a bedtime story. Walking into my bedroom, I plugged my phone into the charger, turned on my fan, and got comfortable in bed.

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Nick Mara x Reader

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Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 3914 including lyrics

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Warnings: Mention of puking, Couples angst, Zion being a little bit mean, Mention of abuse. We believe that is all, but please let us know if you catch anything we didn’t.

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: June 29th, 2022

Post time: 10:42 pm

Summary: Nick struggles with the feelings of needing to let the reader go. Seems like they’ve been fighting all the time lately. Maybe they’ve just grown apart. Will they be ok? Or will Nick have to make the hard decision of letting the reader go?

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!

Based off of this song:

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♪ Love, love, love

It's a cold world, getting colder

So it hurts my heart to let you down, down

It was young love, but we're older ♪

Nick’s Pov: *Flashback*

“I didn’t compare you to Alexys, y/n,” I say, shaking my head as she frowns at me.

“Yes you did! You totally did. Do I need to call up the boys? They heard it too!” Y/n yells and I sigh, shaking my head.

“I did not compare you! All I said was how I liked something she used to do!” I yell back and she huffs.

“Exactly! You said how you wished I did it too. News flash: I’m NOT Alexys, Nick! I’m me!” she yells as tears come to her eyes.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that!! I just liked that she used to do it! I didn’t mean you had to!” I exclaim and she huffs.

“When you say I wish she did it too, that’s kinda what it implies, Nick!!” she yells back and I groan, rubbing at my face.

“I just missed it recently, that’s all!! Don’t you ever just miss something Anthony did?!” I yell and she shakes her head vehemently.

“No, Nick, I don’t! He was abusive and you know it! I don’t miss a thing that he did because I LOVE YOU! More than I EVER loved him,” she barks with her arms crossed as she turns away from me.

“I’ve told you, it was always you,” she whispers out as tears well up in her eyes.

“I can’t even look at you. What happened to us? You promised this wouldn’t happen! Nick, how could you just throw countless years of friendship and almost three years together away?” she asks as she looks away from me as she continues to cry and I reach out to her.

“I didn't throw anything away. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like I was comparing you guys,” I say in a softer tone as I reach out to her.

“No. Don’t even touch me…” she fumes, pushing my hands away from her.

“I’m going to be sick…” she sobs out as she puts a hand to her mouth.

“You still want her, don’t you? Oh my gosh. What has this been, then?” she asks as she points between us and I quickly shake my head.

“No. I’ve wanted-” I start to deny it before she cuts me off.

“Shit. I’ve just been a rebound girl, haven’t I? Exactly what I didn’t want to be when this started,” she asks as she points between us again before pulling at her hair.

“Nick, you promised! You promised me I wouldn’t lose you!” she screams before hiccuping and I try to reach out to her again.

“You’ve never been, nor would you be, a rebound for me. Hell, I told you when we got together that I’ve been in love with you since we were fourteen, y/n, and that’s still the truth,” I say as I reach out for her and again she pushes my hands away.

“I said don’t touch me and I don’t believe that right now,” she growls at me before letting out a sigh and running off.

I run after her and watch as she slams down on her knees before releasing the lunch we just had into the toilet. I bend down and hold her hair for her. She groans before pushing my hands away again.

“I think I’m going to ask B if I can stay with him for a few days. I think we need a break,” she groans out as she sits and lays her head against the wall.

“No. Come on. Let’s work this out,” I protest and she holds up a hand up at me.

“Just stop…” she whimpers and I feel tears come to my eyes now.

“Mamas, please don’t leave,” I beg, shaking my head to try and will the tears to go away.

“I’m sorry Nick, but I need time. I’ll still be there for you because you're still my best friend as you always will be, but I can’t even look at you right now,” she says as she bites at her lip before standing up.

“I just need time. Comparing me to your ex really hurt me. You know Anthony did that to me all the time. I never thought you’d do it…” she whispers as her tears flow fully now.

I watch as she quickly brushes her teeth, then throws her toothbrush in the trash before pushing past me. She walks down the hall to our room and I stay frozen in my spot. I hear her speaking softly for a few minutes before she comes back out with her backpack over her shoulder.

“Please. Mamas, I’m so sorry. Please, please let us work this out. I didn’t mean it,” I practically beg and she scoffs.

“Yeah. Like you didn’t mean it that time you said her name in your sleep?” she asks and I groan before pushing my anger down.

“I can’t control my dreams, mamas. We’ve talked about that. It was purely an accident. Just like today was,” I say and she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry Nick, I’m done believing you. I can’t believe you right now and I don’t know if I ever will again,” she whispers out and I let a tear fall.

I helplessly watch as she walks out the front door and sigh as it closes behind her. I sit on the couch and just let myself go numb.

End of Flashback

♪ And we grew apart, look at us now, now

We don't have to fix it all to work it out

If you really love me then you'll let me set you free

Set you free

Just breathe

Let me set you free ♪

Nick’s Pov:

I jump when I hear the door to the apartment open, making me turn to see Zion and Edwin walking in. Zion walks into the kitchen and Edwin comes over to sit next to me. Zion comes back in with a bottle of water and hands it to me.

“How is she doing?” I ask hesitantly and Zion sighs.

“She’s doing about the same as you,” Edwin answers and I shake my head.

“It’s been two weeks…” I whisper out and Zion groans.

“What do you expect, man? You really hurt her. You didn’t see her the night she walked into B’s house. She was, and still is, utterly heartbroken dude. Broke down a bunch of times over the last two weeks,” Zion snaps at me and I nod as tears come to my eyes.

“Shut up, will you? He’s hurting too,” Edwin softly says as he pats my back.

“No. I will not go easy on him, Edwin. You haven’t been there to see her break down. She feels as though he’s lied to her this whole time,” Zion says and I sigh, shaking my head.

“I didn’t lie to her. I made a mistake. Maybe he’s right though, E. Maybe it’s time I just…” I stop myself from talking with a hiccup as I try to hold back my tears.

“Maybe… maybe it’s time I… l-l-let her go…” I choke out while my throat trembles as I hold back my emotions.

“No. Z, tell him that’s not what you mean. You know he loves her. You said it yourself the moment we met these two, they were made for one another,” Edwin says as he shakes his head.

“Yeah, but that’s why she said didn’t want to tell him her feelings. Remember? She was so scared to lose him,” Zion confesses and Edwin lets out a light growl at him.

“Z. If you don’t shut up…” Edwin trails off as he points a finger at him.

“Nick, listen to me. I know for a fact you didn’t mean it. The world has just been super cold lately and you both have changed. You’ve grown up. Your love started out as the love you guys had growing up with one another, easy,” Edwin tries to explain, but I just shake my head in confusion, making him sigh.

“What I mean is, I don’t think you know how to love the older versions of yourselves. You guys fell in love at a young age when love just comes easy to people. Especially when you grow up knowing the other like the back of your hand,” Edwin keeps trying to explain to me from what he’s seen, but I just still give him a confused look.

“You didn’t get together till you were older. Things change, people change and that’s ok. I think you guys have both been stuck in the past. You guys just haven’t learned to grow with one another,” Edwin continues to explain before groaning when I shake my head.

“No. I think it’s time. I think I need to… s-s-set her free. We have been fighting far too much lately,” I whimper out and Edwin sighs.

“If you do that you’ll only break her even more. She’s already feeling like she’s lost you as a boyfriend, don't let her lose her best friend too,” Edwin continues to push and Zion lets out an angry grunt.

“Zion, let's go. He needs some time to think this over by himself. Nick, please take care of yourself. I don’t wanna come back and find you like I did last week,” Edwin cautions with a stern look my way and I nod at him.

♪ Looking back, what we had just ain't what it was

Got too attached way too fast and it's all because

It wasn't easy, easy, for the both of us

You say you need me, need me, it's just comfortable

I get emotional, I wear my heart on my sleeve

It ain't disposable, you know Balenci' ain't cheap ♪

Nick’s Pov:

After the boys leave, I let out a sigh before pushing up off the couch. I walk into the hall and immediately stop in the entrance of the hall when I see one of the many pictures of us. I slowly reach up to it and take it off the wall before I get sucked into the memory.

~ Flashback ~

“Nick!” Y/n cries out as I pinch her side.

“What?” I ask in faux innocence.

“Stop!” she says with a giggle as I tickle her.

“What? I’m just watching a movie with my girl,” I say with a shrug.

“No, you're not. You're tickling me when I wanna watch the movie,” she accuses and I fake innocence again.

“I have no clue what you mean, mamas. I am watching the movie,” I continue to deny as I turn my head to the tv.

“That’s a lie and you know it!” she exclaims and I chuckle.

“Oh ok… how could I ever lie to you,” I say as I snuggle into her neck, making her giggle.

“I love you, Nicky,” she says as she scratches at my scalp.

“Hmm… that’s good to hear. Cause I love you too,” I say as we both slowly relax into one another.

“Tired, Nicky?” she asks as she continues to massage my scalp.

“Hmm…” I tiredly mumble out.

“Sleep, my love. Sleep,” she says before giving my cheek a kiss and before I know it, my eyes close.

It’s not till much, much later that I wake up to the sound of chuckles. With a light groan, I open one eye to see Zion, Edwin and Austin standing in front of the tv. Austin has his phone and I hear a click before they all start to snicker again.

“Well good morning, Nicky boy,” Zion jokes as he bats his eyelashes at me and I roll my eyes.

I feel a puff of air on my neck and then y/n lets out a small groan. I look down at her now that she’s literally on top of me as she cuddles into me a little more. She nuzzles her nose into my neck then seems to go right back to sleep.

“Would you guys shut up? You're going to wake her. Believe me, you guys don’t want a cranky y/n,” I whisper out harshly to them before pulling y/n a little closer.

“Whatever…” Zion says before walking out of the room.

“You guys are so cute together,” Austin says as he sits down in the chair next to the couch.

“Look…” he says as he puts his phone out for me to look at.

I crank my neck just enough to be able to see what he’s talking about. I let out a light laugh when I see he had taken a picture of us cuddling:

“Dude, y’all fell asleep cuddling and holding hands, that’s hella cute,” Austin says and I chuckle.

“It is, isn't it? I really love her, man,” I say and he grins as he pulls his phone back.

“As you should. She's special, man. Take care of her,” he says and I smile.

“Of course I will. I always have,” I say as I stroke her back lightly.

“I mean you already did. Don’t lose that. She’s really broken, man. That Anthony did a real number on her…” he says, making me nod before looking down at her again.

“I know…” I say as I trace the light bruise that’s still on her cheek. She shivers a bit, making me stop so I don’t wake her.

“She’s mine now. He’s not ever coming near her again. If he does, he’s dead,” I say as I hold her a little tighter than before.

“And we all know you’ll keep that promise. You always do, Mr. Protective,” Austin jokes and I chuckle.

“You know it’s really kinda funny that you two got together just because of the abuse,” Austin remarks and I again crank my neck to look at him.

“Why’s it funny?” I ask and he grins.

“Cause you Nick would have never asked her out before it all. I’m sorry to tell you man, but you had absolutely no balls when around her,” he jokes and I scoff before moving my neck back.

“That’s an absolute lie, man,” I agree and he just gives me an ‘mmm-hmm'.

“All I’m saying is she needed you and you needed her without even realizing it…” he explains before trailing off as it goes quiet for a moment.

“Wanna watch something?” Austin pipes up and I shrug.

“Sure. Just not the game…” I say and he lets out a laugh.

“Duh. I’m not stupid. You’d wake her up with all your yelling,” he says and I roll my eyes.

“No I wouldn’t…” I say and he shakes his head.

“Whatever you say man. Whatever you say,” he says as he continues to laugh.

“Hey. Can you send me that picture of us?” I ask and he hums as he presses play on whatever he’s chosen to watch before picking his phone up off his lap.

A few minutes later, I feel my phone buzz next to my hip and I grin as I pull it out. I open the picture up and save it before setting my phone back down.

“Thanks, man,” I say as I turn to look at the tv.

“You're welcome, Nicky…” he says jokingly and I chuckle.

Instead of watching whatever he puts on the tv, I watch her sleep and smile lightly at the fact that she’s now safe in my arms. Three weeks ago, she was in hell and I was in hell that I hadn’t noticed. A best friend should notice when something is wrong, and I had no clue.

But when I learned he was hurting her I couldn’t take it and went full protective. Now three weeks later, we’re only a week into dating and I couldn’t be happier to have her safe in my arms.

~End of Flashback~

I hold the picture as the memory plays out and I let out a light sob as I trace over the picture with my finger. I let another tear fall as I put the picture back up before sighing. I then shuffle to our room and stop in the doorway when I see Mr. Cuddles on the bed.

I chuckle, shaking my head at the very simple name before going over to pick up the old koala. When I lift him up I hold him close to me for a second before rushing to our closet. I quickly put on my shoes and almost fall over in the process.

Once both shoes are on and my feet are safely on the floor, I rush back through to the living room. I stop in the little foyer we have before grabbing my keys off the hook. Then I run out to my car and quickly get into the driver's side.

I set Mr. Cuddles in the passenger seat before starting my car up and pulling my buckle on. Once my buckle is in place and the car is started up, I drive to B’s. After a fifteen to twenty minute drive, I’m pulling up outside his house.

I quickly turn my car off before unbuckling and grabbing Mr. Cuddles. I set the stuffed animal against the steering wheel and I sigh, knowing what I have to do. After a moment of staring at the koala, I open my car door and get out.

After getting out, I lock my door and walk up the old familiar driveway of the home I used to live in. I walk up to the door and take a deep breath as I raise my hand to knock.

♪ It isn't easy, easy, tryna say goodbye

But just believe me, leave me, you're gonna be alright

We don't have to fix it all to work it out

If you really love me then you'll let me set you free

Set you free

Just breathe

Let me set you free ♪

Your pov:

I sigh when I hear a knock on the front door and pause the movie I’m watching. Then I get up with my blanket dragging behind me to open the door. When I do open the door, I let out a light gasp when I see Nick.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I lean against the door.

“You forgot Mr. Cuddles, and as your best friend my job is to make sure you have him,” he explains as he holds the koala up.

“Well, thanks.” I reach out and take the bear from him.

“Actually, umm, can we talk?” he quickly asks and I shake my head.

“I don’t know, Nick…” I answer as I shrug and hug the bear a little closer.

“Please, mamas… just give me fifteen minutes,” he practically begs and I sigh before moving to the side.

“Fifteen minutes, that’s all you get,” I explain as he walks through the door.

“So I know all we’ve been doing is fighting…” Nick starts and I nod.

“And I started to think about it…” he continues, but he takes a pause as tears gather in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time to s…set you free. You deserve the world and it seems I can’t give you that like I once could,” he finally finishes and refuses to look up at me. There’s a very pregnant pause as I try to figure out what I’m hearing.

♪ We don't have to fix it all to work it out

If you really love me then you'll let me set you free, yeah

Set you free, yeah

Just breathe, oh, oh

Let me set you free

We don't have to fix it all to work it out

If you really love me, then you'll let me set you free ♪

“Nick, what the hell are you saying?” I ask, shaking my head and he finally looks up at me.

“Mamas, I’ll still be your best friend. I just can’t be the man you need,” he explains and I shake my head.

“Why are you saying this? This isn’t what I want,” I say before putting my head in my hands as my elbows lean into my knees.

“But it’s what we need, y/n,” he continues on and I blow out a frustrated puff of air.

“No, it isn’t! Nick, we can't just stop everything when it gets hard. I thought we loved each other? Do you not love me anymore?” I ask and he looks away from me again.

“No. If you're going to say you don’t, I want you to look me in the eyes and say it,” I command and he keeps his eyes away from me still.

“I don’t love you anymore,” he mumbles out and I groan in frustration.

“That is a fat lie, Nick, and you know it,” I make a point that has his eyes snapping over to mine.

“Say it now. While you're looking me in the eye,” I command again and he lets out a sigh while shaking his head.

“I can't do it! Ok! I can’t tell you I don’t when I really and I mean really do!” he shouts now and I smile softly.

“See, we can’t go thinking things through when we’re not in the right mind space, babe,” I explain as I now get up from my seat.

“But I’m not the man you need…” Nick sadly shakes his head.

“Nick. Honey. Couples fight all the time. We’ll be ok. It just means we have a healthy relationship,” I explain as I lift his face up.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be the reason your life is all wrong,” he admits and I smile softly again.

“Nick, the fact you were thinking about me over yourself says a whole lot. I’m very sure you won’t mess up my life. We’ve been together for three years, my love. I’ll always love you. You were and still are my hero, even when we’re in a stupid fight,” I explain as I now sit in his lap and tears make way to his eyes.

“Are you really, really sure?” he asks and I giggle.

“I mean sure, we’ve fought a little more than normal lately, but I wouldn’t change us for the world, Nicky. I absolutely love you and I plan on marrying you one day,” I explain and he slowly starts to smile.

“Oh you do now, do ya?” he asks and I put my forehead to his.

“Of course I do. My number one, remember?” I ask and he smiles.

“Oh I remember. Will you be coming home now?” he asks and I smile, nodding.

“Help me pack up, yeah? I’ll leave a note or text B,” I explain as I get up off his lap and he nods.

“Before we do any of that…” he trails off before pulling me back to him.

“Let me kiss you first,” he smirks as I just nod and then he’s kissing me.

He caresses my face softly and I smile as he pulls away. He puts his forehead to mine and I giggle as his hand lightly trails down my arm. I shiver lightly before his hand grips on mine and my fingers interlock with his.

“Let’s go home? Yeah?” he asks me and I grin before nodding.

“Yeah. Let’s go home,” I agree with my grin growing.

The End…

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sadgurllayha · 4 years ago

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ℙℝ𝔼𝕋𝕋𝕐𝕄𝕌ℂℍ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Last Updated: 12/20/2020

💕- suffocating amounts of fluff

⚡- angsty feels ahead

💜- a wholeeee series

🔥- spicy tingz

👍🏾- personal favorite

Brandon Arreaga

“Quarantine Routine..”- 💕

a scenic morning, loving the man you where blessed with...

Nick Mara

“mr & mrs...”- 💕🔥

a day of wedding planning with the Mara’s...

Zion Kuwonu

“kiss it better..”- 💕⚡👍🏾

in which he cures your anxious heart...

“blankets & bottles...” - 💕 👍🏾

Theo was an angel and Zions little koala, y’all would babysit him any day...

“that’s my baby...” 💕

you just wanted to surprise him...

“drop a bag on my baby...”💕

where Zion takes the day to spoil you...

“slimthick..”🔥💕👍🏾🖤

zion takes the time too appreciate your luscious body one kiss at a time..

Edwin Honoret

“stuck with you...”-💕👍🏾

spilled hair dye and stolen kisses...

Austin Porter

last but not least nothing

#prettymuch #edwin honoret #nick mara #zion kuwonu #brandon arreaga #prettymuch beanz #prettymuch fic #zion prettymuch #prettymuch fluff

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ethereal-honeygold · 5 years ago

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y'all my mom is blasting blind (acoustic) in her room rn and even restarted it so she can hit nick's high note!

#proud stan moment rn #sing your heart out mom #prettymuch #brandon arreaga #austin porter #edwin fic #nick mara #zion kuwonu

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cnch03 · 5 years ago

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this was amazing 😍👏🏼

watermelon sugar.

about: nick just really wants to taste it

author’s note: harry really did something with this song so i decided i was gonna do something too. something short and sweet and poorly edited for my nick girls

warning: mature content [soft-ish smut and pussy appreciation]

word count: 1.2k

there was something so alluring about seeing alina fresh out of the bathtub. her hair pulled away from her face, skin glowing in its post-cleanse state, hints of mango and chamomile wafting off of her body as she lathered lotion all over herself. she’d had a long day and decided to treat herself to a soak in the bath, all of her favorite products used generously in the seething hot water as she played music from her speakers.

nick watched from her bed, eyes shifting between his phone screen and the indent of her spine as she sat at her vanity. watching the way the lavender slip adorned her figure as she slid in on carefully, adjusting the straps the way she needed them to be. he didn’t want to interrupt her, knowing how much she loved her me time especially after a long day dealing with her asshole of a boss. she looked so peaceful as she moisturized her face, humming along to ari lennox instead of singing because she didn’t know all of the words.

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morningfears · 5 years ago

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Distraction

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “hi, can I please get a smutty 4 n 5 with sub!calum or sub!nick :)” So, “I know you can be louder than that.” and “If you interrupt me one more time, I swear -“ “What? You gonna punish me?” for anon. Obviously, I chose Nick.

Word Count: 3.2k (...not a drabble, whoops)

For the first time since you’d moved in, your entire apartment complex seemed to be silent. Your neighbors, well-known amongst your friends for their lack of volume control, had already left for the holidays and so, it seemed, had most of the other residents in your building. Even the guy four doors down who drove the loudest motorcycle you’d ever heard hadn’t revved his engine at all. It had been so silent, in fact, that your noise-cancelling headphones, the ones that you always needed when you attempted to work at home rather than in the library, sat unused on your desk.

You’d spent the day working on your final essay, the only thing that stood between you and winter break, but progress was much slower than you imagined it would be and you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that spilled past your lips as you dropped your head to the desk. You desperately wanted to be finished, to put this class behind you and take a break from academia for a few weeks, but the words just wouldn’t come. You’d gotten distracted by every little notification on your phone, by e very little sound in your apartment, by the thought of what you’d do once you finished your paper; your focus was clearly lacking and Nick’s presence hadn’t helped at all.

He’d had the day off, a full day with nothing to do, and you were desperate to spend as much time with him as possible. However, with an 11:59 P.M. deadline looming over your head and a distinct lack of pages written, you’d sequestered yourself in your bedroom and banished Nick to the living room (you hadn’t had the heart to send him home, at least you could see him for a few minutes when you went to get water or snacks if he spent the day in your apartment).

He, for the most part, had been good. He knew how badly you needed to finish the paper and he encouraged your academic pursuits fully. He wanted to spend his downtime with you but school came first. However, that didn’t stop him from pulling you into a kiss every time you entered the living room. Each time you passed the couch, he would reach out and wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you onto the couch with him for just a moment, long enough to have you melting into his embrace, before he’d nudge you away and encourage you to get back to work.

Nick laughed every time you walked away grumbling about his teasing and, each time he called, “That should make you work faster, ma. The sooner you get done, the sooner you’ll get more than a kiss.”

You flipped him off each time, huffing some variation of, “You’re such a distraction, Mara,” as you cursed yourself internally for not writing your essay earlier.

It took a few hours, far longer than it had taken in the past, but you finally managed to find a sort of groove. You ironed out your argument, you found the article that you’d use to justify your argument, you found a wide array of sources; your essay was finally coming together after what felt like hours of staring blankly at a word document. As you got into the groove of writing, you stopped stepping away from your desk to grab a bottle of water or a snack and Nick noticed that it had been over an hour since your last appearance.

He didn’t want to interrupt, however, he was getting bored and found himself wandering through your apartment. He ran a finger over the spines of books on your bookshelf, thumbed through the vinyl records that he liked to tease you about (even if he did enjoy lying on the floor with you, listening to you sing along to whatever vinyl you felt like listening to or when you asked him to sing along to the old school R&B records that you bought with him in mind), and even looked through the stack of polaroids you had taken with friends. He looked through everything in your living room - from the coffee table book a friend had given you to the stack of textbooks you still needed to return - and still hadn’t heard a word from your bedroom.

He hesitated for just a moment right outside your bedroom door before he said ‘fuck it’ and stepped into the room. He found you exactly where he imagined you would be, sitting in your desk chair with your eyes trained on your laptop, and he smiled at the sight. He really didn’t want to interrupt you, not when you were on a roll, but he couldn’t help himself as he crossed the room to where you sat. He wasn’t sure that you even noticed his presence, not when your fingers were flying across the keyboard and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but you absolutely noticed his presence when he pressed a soft kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

“Nick,” you huffed as you reached out to nudge his face away, “I promise I’m almost done, babe. Just give me another half hour. I’m two pages away from my page limit. When I’m finished, I’m all yours.”

Nick remained silent, he knew that anything he said would annoy you as you were so into your work that nothing else really mattered in that moment, and moved to lie on your bed as he watched you work. He alternated between staring at you and paying attention to his phone, however, each time he glanced at you, he felt the longing in the pit of his stomach grow a little stronger. He hadn’t just been torturing you with the teasing kisses he’d given you throughout the day; he was torturing himself. The pair of you hadn’t had time completely alone in weeks. You were over at the house, surrounded by the guys (not that that really stopped you; you just had to be a little quieter than he liked) or you had friends over or the guys somehow found themselves at your apartment (you cook for them once and it’s difficult to get them to leave) and he just wanted you to himself for a little while.

Nick didn’t want to worry about one of the guys barging in and seeing more than he should. He didn’t want to worry about keeping quiet (either of you; the guys still teased him about the time he thought you were alone and had gone a little harder than usual with his dirty talk) and didn’t want to worry about not having enough time to give either of you what you wanted. He just wanted to take his time with you, hear you, and enjoy every moment of it.

Every time he glanced at you, a pang of lust shot down his spine. He always told you just how sexy he found you when you were concentrating on something (you always laughed at him but he made sure to show you just how serious he was and had ended up with his head between your thighs more than once after you’d doubted him) and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull you away from your desk and make up for the hours that you’d spent writing.

“You never believe me when I say this, but I love watching you work. You’ve got this look on your face and you bite your lip. It’s a good look on you, ma.”

Nick heard you release a quiet sigh at his words and watched as you shook your head. “I promise, I’m almost done,” you mumbled, your voice quiet as you kept your eyes on your computer screen, “When I’m finished, I’m finished for the next few weeks so we’ll have plenty of time to spend together. Until then, can you just, entertain yourself? Quietly?”

“Mm,” Nick hummed, his tone matching yours as he moved from his spot on the bed and crossed the room to stand behind you once more. “I could,” he mumbled against your skin as he settled in behind you, “but where’s the fun in that?” He could feel the goosebumps erupt on your skin as he brushed his lips across the nape of your neck and heard the huff of mixed annoyance and arousal that left your lips. He knew that you wanted this just as much as he did, knew that you wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to convince you to write a little faster.

“Nick,” you huffed as your fingers paused on the keyboard, “please. I-“

“You’re almost done,” he finished, “I know. Don’t mind me. I’m just entertaining myself. Quietly.”

“Have I ever told you how annoying I find you?” you questioned, your words mumbled as you attempted to regain your train of thought.”

“A few times,” Nick admitted with a laugh. “But you love me.”

You didn’t respond as you attempted to settle back into the groove of writing. You attempted to focus on the words in the article in front of you, attempted to form coherent sentences, but your focus was long gone. All of your attention was on Nick’s mouth, pressing kisses to your neck, and on his hands as his fingers brushed at your sides.

“Come on, Nick,” you huffed as you felt a shudder ripple down your spine, “just a little-“

“A little longer, I know,” he mumbled against your skin. “Keep working. I’m plenty entertained.”

Nick wasn’t normally one to interrupt you so easily (he usually only did it on accident or in the bedroom) and you were already a little annoyed. As a result, you huffed, “Nick, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear-“

“What? You gonna punish me?” he questioned with a laugh as he continued his teasing.

The idea of you punishing him was almost laughable. In the bedroom, things were either equal with both of you sharing the power or they tended to lean a little more toward Nick taking charge. He had no problem giving orders and you had no problem following them. However, punishments, especially ones that required him relinquishing all control, seemed a little farfetched. But you were already annoyed and his interruptions had pushed you a little farther than you wanted to admit so you took the bait and nodded.

“Yeah,” you huffed as you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and decided that you could spare a little time. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Nick watched, his eyes wide in surprise, as you shoved away from your desk. He stepped away from your chair quickly and felt the back of his knees hit your bed. You pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him into a seated position at the foot of your bed. “What?” you questioned as you stepped between his spread thighs and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Nothing to say now?”

“Nothing at all,” he confirmed as he brought his hands up to your waist and slipped them beneath the hem of your top.

Nick kept his eyes on your face as you thought about your next move. Taking charge wasn’t exactly something you tended to do in the bedroom and he wanted to reach out and take charge himself, however, before he could move, you dipped your head down and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he tightened his grip on your his as he attempted to pull you closer. Instead of moving, just as he imagined you would, you pulled away from the kiss and shook your head.

“Not today, babe,” you mumbled against his lips. “Shirt off, please.”

“If I don’t want to take it off?” He asked as you moved to press your lips to his neck.

“Then I can go back to my writing and you can get yourself off,” you informed him with a shrug before you placed a teasing nip to the column of his throat. “Your choice, babe.”

When Nick removed his hands from your waist, you stepped away and gave him enough room to pull his shirt up and over his head. Nick raised an eyebrow as you stared at him, your eyes sweeping over his exposed skin, before he asked, “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you huffed as you gestured for him to move further up the bed. “I still think you’re annoying, though.”

“I can live with that.”

You rolled your eyes as you settled into the space between Nick’s legs. To your surprise, he didn’t attempt to gain control as you moved to press kisses to his newly exposed skin. You nipped at his neck, your lips warm against his skin as his hands moved to push up the material of your top. He bunched it just below your breasts, as high as he could get it on his own, and brushed his fingers over your skin as you moved down to kiss his chest.

“If you want something,” you mumbled against his skin as he attempted to push your top up a little higher, “you have to ask for it, babe.”

Nick wasn’t going to indulge you, however, he had long since stopped thinking with any sort of rationality. Instead, he wanted to take the route that would get both of you off quickly. So, he bit back the smirk and the roll of his eyes and asked, “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Of course,” you breathed as you shifted just enough for him to tug the material up and over your head. Once your shirt joined his on the floor, you returned your mouth to his skin and continued your descent.

A blowjob wasn’t what Nick had been expecting, not when he had been teasing you all day, but he wasn’t going to question it as you tugged at the strings on his sweatpants. “Off, please,” you mumbled against his stomach with a glance up at him. Nick was quick to follow this request and shimmied out of his sweatpants faster than he had his shirt. When you realized he’d foregone underwear and were met with a wide grin, you rolled your eyes and mumbled a quiet, “Of course,” against his skin.

Nick’s laughter at your comment was cut short as your hands moved to his thighs. He watched, eyes half-lidded, as you shifted a little farther down and continued pressing kisses to his skin. You nipped and licked at his skin as you raked your nails over his thighs, careful to never get too close to where he wanted you most. He kept his mouth shut as you left red marks in your wake, not enough to turn into a hickey but enough to stand out for the time being.

He wanted to ask you to move faster, wanted to ask you to give him what he wanted, but he let you keep control and held himself back as you lavished his body with kisses. It was almost as if you were testing him, waiting for him to attempt to take over, but he was aware that this was supposed to be a punishment and he didn’t want to rush to the end.

You felt him squirm beneath you, his hands reaching out to your head to guide your movements, but before he could nudge you down, you pulled away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” you told him as you reached out to rake your nails over his thighs once more, “or I’ll stop.”

“Stop wha-“ he began, but before he could finish the word, you’d dropped your head and traced the vein running along the underside of his cock with your tongue. “Fuck,” he breathed as he clawed at your duvet in search of a secure grip.

He kept relatively quiet as you teased him with kitten licks, your hands remaining on his thighs as you failed to take him between your lips. He wanted to reach out and guide your head, wanted to get you to take him down your throat just as he’d been dreaming about, however, he kept his hands on the duvet and waited for you to take him. His patience was running thin and he almost asked you to give up the charade when you finally took the head of his cock between your lips.

Nick groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally wrapping around his cock and he released a quiet groan as you wrapped your hand around the base. You’d been together long enough to know what he liked and you used every trick you knew drove him wild to get him close to the edge. The closer he got, the louder he got. However, you could tell that he was still holding back as you glanced up to catch him biting his lip.

“I know you can be louder than that,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips swollen and shiny with spit as you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes.

Nick groaned at the sight, his chest heaving and his heart racing. You looked sinful and he wanted nothing more than to give you whatever you asked for. So, instead of making some stupid comment that would make you roll your eyes or laugh, he gave in and let himself go. He groaned at the feeling of your mouth on him, moaned your name as you took him just a little deeper, and gripped harder at the duvet as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck, I’m close.”

“Ask for permission,” you instructed, your voice raspy and your eyes shining, “ask me to let you cum, baby.”

Nick was too far gone to think about it so he didn’t hesitate to ask, “Let me cum, please. I’m so close.”

“One more time,” you breathed before you took him into your mouth once more.

Nick did as he was told, he asked for permission one more time with another please, and you almost wanted to let him. You could tell just how close he was, could tell that he was right on the verge, but this was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, instead of letting him fall over the edge, you pulled away just before he could cum.

When you pulled away from him completely, climbed off the bed, and reached for your shirt, it took a moment for him to realize what was happening. When he did, however, he sat up, bewildered, and blinked at you. “What the fuck?” he questioned, “What are you doing?”

“I’m finishing my essay, babe. Gotta finish that before I can finish you,” you informed him with a grin as you settled back into your chair. “Thirty more minutes, tops.”

Nick stared at you, his eyes narrowed, before he huffed and dropped his head back into the pillows at the head of your bed. “You’re gonna pay for this,” he huffed, his voice thoroughly fucked, “when you finish your essay, you’re mine.”

“That’s what I was counting on, babe.”

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Author’s Note: I still need to work out nicknames for them to give their partners in my fics. Anyway, I’m trying to watch Jurassic Park and I kept getting distracted. My bad. Anyway, this is my second attempt at PM and my first Nick fic. Fun fact, my first crush ever was named Nick. We were friends from kindergarten until we graduated. He made me a Batman keychain in shop and we were partners for all our science projects in junior and senior year of high school. ANYWAY. I’m having fun with the PM fics! ALSO. This isn’t super subby but, like. I feel like he’d be a little shit instead of a straight up sub. So.

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brattonez · 5 years ago

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The Pay Off | Prologue

“Nick, go over the plan again. Edwin seems confused.”

Nicholas inhales deeply and lets out a long sigh. He brings his hand to his face and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Fuck.” He mumbles before standing up from the kitchen island he was previously leaning on. “Listen,” He starts, putting his hands in his jean pockets. “That son of bitch deserves to get socked in the face. But, if we do that, we’re going to jail so, this is our way of getting revenge.”

Brandon scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Guys, I understand you’re angry. You have every right to be. But, this...this is a bit out of reach.” Zion sucks his teeth. “Fuck that.” He coldy states, sitting up in his chair. “Being in college is stressful enough. Working at a bank and barely getting paid just added more pressure. But this.....THIS...?” Austin shakes his head in disbelief as Zion continues his angry rant. “Imagine working that hard for a paycheck that barely helps with anything in your life only to find out that some greedy rich son of bitch is literally STEALING-”

“Zion, calm down.” Brandon interrupted.

“NO.” The dreadhead barked back. “That son of bitch was stealing money right from under us. And it wasn’t just me and Nick. It was all of the other employees too. Bro, there’s old people who need the money to live that he’s stealing from. Do you not understand how fucked up that is?” Zion ends his rant shakily. His body is tense and his skin is a light shade of pink. “He deserves everything that he’s about to get.” Nick added, getting ready to explain the procedure to the boys for the 2nd time. “So, here’s what we’re gonna do.” Nick brought out the blueprint of the bank that he had stole from the office days before. He carefully explained each position the boys would be assigned to and how important each one was towards the goal.

“Austin, we all now you’re tech savvy. So, your job is to hack the cameras and control any technological obstacles in our way. No information goes out the building. No signals, no alarms, nothing.”

“Edwin, you can finally put your....attitude to good use. Cause a distraction in the bank. So random ass argument that’ll catch the attention of everyone. Your hair already looks like a bag of skittles, so it shoudn’t be that hard to catch some eyes.”

“Brandon, since you and me are the only ones that drive. And I already have a position. You’re gonna be the Get Away. You are in charge of getting us away from the heat when shit gets intense.”

The three boys stood still and took in the details they were just explained. Nick and Zion stared at them, waiting for a response. Austin steps up first and speaks. “I’m in.” He shakes hands with Zion and smiles. Brandon follows suit. Edwin walks up to Nick and hugs him. The Italian boy is confused, but hugs him back anyway. With a smile and a scoff, Edwin implored. “I will gladly accept the offer to be involved in our one way ticket to jail.” Zion laughs and clasps his hands together, inhaling deeply.

“Good. Let’s get started then.”

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cnch03 · 6 years ago

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well shit 🥴

Fucking Nick in the back of the tour bus while the boys and Kai are in the front hanging out. The loud music covering up the loud moans Nick was making come out of your mouth. “Cmon baby girl, I want them to hear you over the music”. The music upfront stopped right as Nick hit your gspot, making you let out the loudest, most pornographic moan either one of you had heard. That only seemed to make Nick go harder, hitting your spot multiple times, your moans becoming screams. Y’all were so caught up in the moment that y’all didn’t realize how loud y’all were really being until Zion started banging on the door, “Yo shut the fuck up. If I wanted to listen to porn I would go to my bunk & put some earphones in.” Nick chuckled as he slowed down a bit, denying you the orgasm that was oh so close. He placed your right leg on his shoulder & put his hand on your mouth, and without saying anything he sped up again, going into you deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back as he wrapped his free hand around your neck, your orgasm hitting harder than ever before. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling out. He slowly removed his hand from around your neck, dragging it down towards your core. He pumped himself a few times before finally cumming on your stomach, a few splays hitting your breasts. You moved his hand which was still on your lips, “Well babe I guess you got what you wanted, and now the boys are probably gonna stare at me.” Before Nick could respond, you heard Edwin scream back at you through the door “Hell yeah we are! That was some straight up porn shit we just heard!” Nick laughed “it’s ok ma, at least they know I’m treating you right. Like a princess.” The look he got in his eyes and the smirk that came on his lips as he called you princess hinted at just how long the night was going to be. The teasing you’d be getting from everybody tomorrow would be beyond worth what your boyfriend had planned for you. “Boys! I suggest y’all put earphones on! Or see if y’all can stay in Gunner’s bus! We’re gonna be a while!” You called out as you heard the boys groan, the music starting up louder than before, the bass making the bus tremble lightly. “I think you can be louder than that princess. You up for the challenge?” Nick said as he placed his hand on your jaw, his thumb on top your slightly pouted lips. His breath slightly hitching as you licked the padding of thumb lightly. You really hoped the boys didn’t turn off that music. For their sake.

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quierick · 5 years ago

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one and only // richard camacho

[ pairing ] baseball!richard x reader

[ word count ] 4.8k

[ genre; part ] fluff, romance, drama, angst; two // masterlist

[ sum. ]

being the top of the class, you are given the duty of tutoring the baseball all star of your school, richard camacho. everything is normal until you realize your very obvious feelings for richard. [ based on: mi medicina ]

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Friday finally came around and it seemed as if you had been holding your breath all day. You hadn’t heard from Richard at all and you were starting to worry about what was going to happen with test today. You spent the day checking your phone, seeing if he would send a text or even post something on his social medias. Nothing came up and you started to think that maybe he didn’t pass. Putting your feelings about him to the side, you always wanted the people you tutor to pass because it simply made you proud to be helping them.

Letting out a sigh you closed out of you messaging app for what seemed like the millionth time today. You grabbed you bag, dragging in off the library table and decided to leave for today, you had come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to be texting you anytime soon. Saying a quick goodbye to the librarian as you pushed the door open to lead your way out to the hallway. You pulled out the earbuds that resided in your front pocket. “Ay, Mami!”

You quickly turned, a little to quick at the familiar voice. There was a smiling buzzed cut, tanned boy running down the hallway. You found yourself mirroring his smile. You didn’t have to wait for that long because he quickly reached you. You raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm which made you chuckle when he slung his backpack around to the front of his body. He pulled out the paper from the inside of his bag and wiggled it in your face. “Okay you toddler, I can’t see it if you do that.”

“Fine, here.” He placed the paper in you hand and waited for you to read the contents. You quickly did. There it read in bright red lettering, 89. Your smile grew as you took your eyes off the paper and then to Rich whole had wide eyes. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and encase you in a tight hug. Your chest was pressed against his book bag and your face against his shoulder. He let go after a minute or so. “We did it.”

“Yes, all thanks to your hard work.” You commented as you peered back to the paper. You could see how much work he had put into the questions, he worked each one out and you could even see proof of him going back and double checking.

“No, its thanks to you being the best tutor out there.” Richard told you with a little elbow nudge. You shook your head with a small smile and passed the paper back into his hands. “No, honestly. I don’t I have ever had a grade this high in math.”

You chuckled at the comment, feeling really flattered. You remembered the fact that this was going to be your last day with Richard so you took another glance at his unfaltering smile. He had his eyes on the paper scanning the grade over and over, which made you over the moon ecstatic. He then took you by surprise as you he looked up quickly. “The party!”

“The party?... Oh you can’t be serious…” You sighed as you remembered the promise you made to him yesterday. You weren’t meant for parties, you liked to be by yourself and enjoy the music that you actually like not the overplayed songs on the radio. Also, you weren’t close to many people, especially not the people that go to and/or throw parties at this school. You could only see a cute nod from the Dominican boy in front you which you already knew that you weren’t going to be able to say no to it. You rolled your eyes and broke into another smile, which wasn’t rare when you were with Richard.

“Very.” Richard said as he started to walk you outside. You again shook your head at the idea of going to the party but you weren’t going to miss the chance to spend some more time with Rich. So you did the only thing you could really think of, started questioning about where the party was. He let out a chuckle as a way to dodge the questions. “Mami, don’t worry about it. Chris’ house, at nine. That’s all you need to know.”

You let out an airy breath as you tried to wrap around the idea of not worrying about the party which was simply impossible. You turned your eyes away from the floor that you didn’t know you were focusing on, to find the dark eyes of Richard’s. “Okay. Where is Chris’ house? We’re talking about Christopher Velez, right? Do I bring something? Am I supposed to-”

“Y/n.” Richard cut you off with a loud laugh keeping him from talking for a few seconds. “Yes, its Chris Velez’s house and all you need to bring is your cute self, okay?”

You were shocked at Richard’s last statement. He had never called you cute or anything like that but it was a shock for you to hear it from a guy. Even though you knew it wasn’t something abnormal for Rich to say to a girl, you still had a blush appearing your face. You looked at Richard’s face closely to see that his cheeks were even showing a light pink color but you just assumed that was because of his laughing, not wanting to get your hopes up. “I can text you the address.”

“Thank you, that would help me worry less.” You smiled to him which made him break into a childish grin.

“You’re not going to regret it, Mami.” Richard told you as he opened the door of your car. He looked to you with sweet eyes as you climbed into the driver’s seat. You had a soft smile as you looked up to him, not thinking of anything to say to him. You enjoyed the mini conversations that you had with him, so of course you never wanted to be the one to say goodbye. You both seemed to look at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Richard cleared his throat and leaned down so you could hear his voice more clearly. “I promise.”

He closed the door with a light force and tapped on the roof of the car as he walked away. You couldn’t contain the smile that was on your face. You took one last glance through the rearview mirror as Richard crossed the road in a quick little jog. You proceeded to let a laugh loose as you switched your sight to yourself. You couldn’t believe how smitten you were over this boy, finding every little thing cute. Placing your hands over your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get Richard out of your mind.

As the night finally approached, your efforts to get Richard off your mind were deemed useless as you spent the whole time waiting for the clock to hurry up and hit nine so you could see him again. Actually, you spent the last hour trying to find out what to wear to a party. You settled for a nice pair of jeans and one of your favorite shirts.

You glanced at the clock for what seemed like for the millionth time since you got home. You smiled as you saw the red numbers read, 8:54. You grabbed your jacket and the mini bag that you packed with the essentials that you thought you would need. You didn’t have to warn your parents about where you were going because they were at a party of their own tonight. You didn’t take long to find your way outside and into your car. The address had already been put into your gps almost the second that Richard had sent it to you. The party turned out to be on the other side of town which made it okay for you to leave a little early. You didn’t want to be the person that shows up on time because in all the teen drama shows you have watched, the first to arrive is usually deemed a loser. So, even though it was hard, you laid off on being punctual just this once.

As you drove, the music in the car seemed to be drained out by the thoughts of how to approach the party or how you were going to find Richard. Your mind stopped the ideas when you pulled up to the crowded driveway. You laughed at your worry that you wouldn’t find Richard when he was right in the front yard doing front flips while a group of the most popular boys cheered him on. You exited your car after a minute of watching him have his fun. You took a step onto the lawn where Richard was playing around and you were shocked when you heard his voice call out to you. “Y/n!”

You watched as he told the boys to excuse him as he jogged back over to you. The want to not get your hopes up disappeared when you took a look at his giant smile. For tonight, you were gonna get as much out of this as you could get since this would more than likely be the last time you get to see this sight. “You made it!”

“Of course, how could I go back on a promise when you worked so hard?” You questioned. He let out a laugh that avoided your question. You couldn’t help but let your smile grow. You both stared at each other awkward;y. You decided to break the silence when you saw Richard rub the back of his neck. “So, the party is pretty packed for it just starting…”

“Actually, the party started about an hour ago.” He admitted. You were shocked at his words, you could’ve sworn that he had said nine. He let out a small laugh as he softly touched your arm to calm your worries. “Ay, Mami. I told you nine because I knew you would come on time.”

“I…” You trailed trying to think of a way to defend yourself but nothing but a laugh left your lips. Richard smiled and ruffled your hair.

“See? I’m right.” He told you with a small smirk as his hand dropped from the top of your head to your hands. He grabbed one gently as he pulled you farther into the yard with the fellow yelling teens. “C’mon let’s go have some real fun, yeah?”

You were giggling as Richard dragged you over to the group of friends he was previously with. Every fiber in your body was starting to tense up in the thought of what your were going to say to them but that turned out to be for nothing when they all smiled at you, welcoming you. One green eyed boy with a beer in his hand pointed to Richard with a childish grin on his face it was almost as if the others boy knew what he was going to say and broke into small fits of laughter. “Richuki, here. Talks about you all the time.”

“C’mon, papo. Why are you saying that?” Richard said in response to the younger boy’s comment. You smiled at the reaction he gave which almost wanted you to know more about it, wanting to see more of this cute reaction.

“Aye, don’t try to act like it’s not true.” The other three boys chimed in while made Richard shake his head in embarrassment. He took your hand to drag you inside the house. You waved a small goodbye to the boys who were all still laughing at the boy in front of you. You, of course, still wanted to know what the hell they were getting at but you decided to just enjoy the blushing boy hold your hand as he took you inside of the crowded house. You found teens that were unfamiliar looking, you weren’t sure if was just the fact you didn’t really know people at your school or if Chris was popular enough to get people from other schools to come. If you were honest it was probably both of those reasons. Richard turned to you, leaning closer to your ear. Telling you on how he was going to get a drink. Before you could even nod, he was gone. You stood in the corner watching as people dance to the reggaeton that was playing through the speakers in the house.

“Mami, I didn’t know you could dance.” Richard said as he approached you with two cups in his hands. You rolled your eyes and told him the truth, you didn’t dance. “Aye, as long as you're having fun, it doesn’t matter if you’re good or not.”

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” You said as you declined the cup Richard was holding out towards you. The look of shock on his face made you giggle for the millionth time. He then shrugged as he told you, “More for me then.”

The shocked look on your face when he chugged the two cups of alcohol in a matter of seconds, out beat his by a mile. You watched in shock as he threw the cups over his shoulder and let them fall onto the ground with a grin brewing on his lips. “C’mon mami let’s dance...oh don’t worry about that, Chris is going to make me stay behind and help him clean this place up anyways.”

You raised an eyebrow while you followed him once again. He took your hand as he grooved to the music, doing small dance moves. You chuckled as you watched him. He broke into a gentle laugh while pulling you closer to him. “C’mon, Neña don’t let me dance by myself now.”

You started to do subtle movements with a grin never leaving your face. A couple songs went by but they way you were dancing in a room and during that long yet short time you had to hold Richard back from going off on about seven different people. A nice, slower tempo song came onto the radio and Richard spun you around while you danced. You felt Richard’s hands on your hips and his mouth lingered close to your ear as he danced closely. You bit your bottom lip as you could now understand the talk all the girls had about Richard being incredibly sexy. You felt Richard lean in closer to your ear, with his chest touching your back. “Hey…”

You hummed as you turned your head slightly to see his face. He had a small smirk residing on his lips as he looked into your eyes for a long moment. You didn’t even realize that you were holding your breath until he began to whisper something a little more. “You know… I really like you.”

“Yeah, I like you too.” You said in reply, not taking his words to heart. You didn’t want to get all happy over something that he was saying as a courtesy. You wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as you could. The moment of closeness was ruined for a second when Richard spun your around by your hips. You were shocked at the action but then you saw Richard looking into your eyes with an intensity you have never seen from him before. You raised your eyebrow for a quick second and tried to suppress a nervous chuckle that was bubbling at the edge of your lips.

“No, I really like you.” He said as he touched his forehead to yours. You took the moment in with your heartbeat sounding louder than the music playing around you.You felt as if you could throw up in the moment, luckily you didn’t.

“A-are you serious?” You questioned.as your face started to burn with hope. He let a smile break on his sincere face.

“Dead serious.” He answered in a heartbeat. You smiled while you bit your lip once again in excitement.

“Lucky for you, I really like you too.”

“Do you now?” Richard teased as he took both your hands and intertwined them with his own. He pulled closer than you thought was possible. Your eyes had met for a quick second before they closed as your lips crashed together. The hand holding ended after a tight squeeze as Richard dropped your hands then his one of his own made was to cup you face while the other snaked around one of your hips. You found your hands wrapped around his neck, indulging yourself in the kiss. Pulling away was far away from both of your thoughts. That was until you found yourselves being pushed by the crowd while made you both break into laughter, your hands finding each other once again. You opened your eyes to find Richard looking at your face with loving gaze. A small smile lingered on your face as you stared at his own miniature grin.

“AY RICHARD!”

A voice called out from the kitchen which caused you and Richard to turn your heads in that direction. You found a red-faced Chris who was holding up a ping pong ball which even you got the message that he was needed for a game of beer pong. Richard turned to you with a shallow frown and a small eyebrow lift. He pressed his forehead on yours once more and placed another quick kiss on your lips. You watched as he slowly took a step back from you while also dropping your hand. “Make sure to win.”

The crowd of boys in the kitchen started to cheer loudly one the tanned boy arrived. You could only see through the little trail that Richard made. You saw the same friends he was chilling with when you first arrived. You could see his own large smile when he arrived at them which made your heart flutter with glee.

When a stranger was forcibly shoved into you and the only apology you got was a loud laugh from his friend, you knew that it was time for you to leave this dance floor. Your nervousness from earlier finally caught up to you as you felt yourself that need to use the bathroom. You muttered dozens of ‘excuse me's as you made your way to the staircase. You could see the line mini line and you already knew that it was for the bathroom. You stood in line behind a couple of girls who were giggling amongst themselves about talking to some guys from the boys from the public school. You stood awkwardly as you tried to watch the boys in the kitchen but you could only catch glimpses of Richard’s tall friend, Zabdiel.

“Are you waiting?” A random voice asked which jumped you out of your staring. You turned to see a pale man who honestly looked a little sick. You gave him a small, ‘yes’ with worry trailing in your voice as you were scared about his well being. He nodded silently as he held his stomach carefully. The line shortened when both the girls went in together and they batted their eyes in the direction of the boy behind you as they were clearly oblivious to his sick state.

“Here, you can cut in front of me.” You say as you took a step back against the wall to let him get in front of you. At first the boy shook his head as he said that it was good, but you could clearly tell that he needed the bathroom more than you did. “Dude, just cut in front of me. It’s okay.”

The taller male looked at you for a quick second and thought about declining your offer. Luckily, he finally to the offer from you. He gave a slow, soft grin with his white teeth showing for a fast moment before he covered it with his hand immediately afterwards. He dropped his hand when he after a couple of seconds and looked back to you. “Thank you… I really appreciat-”

Before he could finish his sentence, before you could even react, there he was puking on your shirt. You could feel the warmth of the vomit on your chest was building up the need for you to throw up yourself. Of course, this happened the second that the girls left the bathroom. You looked to the shock face of the boy in front of you. It was obvious that he wasn’t fully sure of what just happened. “Damn Nick, that’s fucking raw..!”

You closed your eyes and looked to the boy in front of you who now know was, Nick. You pressed a smile onto your lips while trying to keep yourself from breathing in the smell. “Can I go to the bathroom first?”

“Oh my god, yes. I’m so sorry.” Nick said as he moved out of the way so you could enter the unoccupied bathroom. You sighed as you walked in and looked at the sight of your shirt. It was a gross one indeed and you didn’t have another shirt to wear either. You took a deep breath before pulling the shirt off. You immediately started to rinse off the clothing in the sink. You scrubbed trying to get the visibility of the vomit off your shirt so you could wear it for the rest of the night. As you washed the cloth, you heard a knocking at the door. You yelled that you were in there, a little aggravated that they were knocking when there was a visible line outside the door. “Hey, uh… It’s me. Could you open the door real quick?”

“Excuse me?”

“A shirt. I’m giving you a shirt. I’m not tryna take a peep at anything, I swear.” Nick told you through the door and you hesitated for a second but you decided to trust him. You unlocked the door, cracking it slightly. You could see that he had his eyes closed tightly as he held out the shirt to the opening of the door which made you chuckle to yourself, wanting to go tell Richard about this as soon as you got done. You took the shirt as you also noticed that Nick was shirtless, meaning the shirt he was giving to you was his.

“Hey, I can’t take your shirt.” You said as you tried to hand the shirt back to him. You could see him shake his head with his eyes still closed as he declined.

“Me going around with no shirt is better than you going around with a puke shirt.” He said which made you raise an eyebrow but you decided to take the clothing. You told him a thank you as you closed the door so you could slide the shirt on quickly. It was a big on you but he was right, it beats a vomit shirt. You balled up your own shirt and started to ring out some of the water. You smiled as you opened the door to find a worried Nick. “Thank god. You don’t mind it right? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, like I’m so sorry. I dont know what ev-”

“It was an accident. Just try not to throw up on anyone else.” You laughed as you eased his concerns. He finally smiled as he told you how he had some bad sushi before coming here which was more than likely the reason he puked. “So you’re from the public sports school? About 45 minutes from here?”

“Haha, yeah. I play baseball. You go to the private school right? With Richard Camacho?” Nick asked as he walked with you down the hallway. You nod to his question with butterflies arriving in your stomach as he mentioned Richard. “Damn, Friday is going to be such a good game…”

“Wait, we’re playing you on Friday?” You questioned and he laughed as he responded with simple ‘yeah’. You smiled as you found a way to actually go and see a baseball game without it being obvious you want to see Richard. “Hey, I can give you the shirt back after the game.”

“Oh yeah, that would be a big help. You can give to my girl, she’s gonna wanna meet you after I tell her about this.” Nick laughed. You nodded understanding, seeing as it would be hard to actually talk to him before or after the game. You guys both bid farewell when you reached the end of the staircase as you immediately found yourself going to the dining room so you could see Richard. You turned into the crowd, slowly making your way to the front but still not creating a big commotion, leaving your presence hidden. There he was, laughing as he lifted another cup to his lips. One of the boys called out truth, which you assumed they had incorporated truth and dare with beer pong. You smiled to yourself as you watched his pink cheeks as he smiled more when he looked to the younger boy who besides him. “Okay, what’s the deal with you and that smart girl?”

“Y/n?” The boys nodded in unison while you could feel a pit of grow in your stomach. You wanted to hear what he had to say. You wanted to shut out all the people around you, cut off the music, and even tell the birds outside to stop their chirps. You anxiously looked at Richard’s giggling self as he brought a hand up to the back of his neck. You bit your lip at the sight, getting excited at what he was about to say. You wanted to see the Richard you met on the dance floor who told you wholeheartedly that he truly likes you. You looked at him with invested eyes as you watched as he started to answer. “She’s great. Super sweet and nice, I really like her and all., but she… she’s kinda boring. You know not like the girls I’m used to, I just don’t know… She’s not that special but…I just feel...”

That’s all before you turned around back into the crowd. You were pushing your way through the crowd, not caring to say excuse me as you just wanted to get away. You built your expectations so high for Richard and they fell to nothing within five seconds. Finally made way to the front door of the cramped house. “Y/n? Shit…”

You tried to quicken your pace to find your car. Unfortunately, as the later it got the bigger the party got, so the lawn was filled with drunk and high people having the time of their lives where you were probably having the worst night of your life. “Y/n! Wait!”

“Just leave me alone…” You mutter to yourself as you fought off tears from forming, not wanting to be the type of person to cry over a person they never had but it was hard when your mind kept replaying the scene on the dance floor. You found your way to your car found that people were leaned up against it, making out. “Sorry... could you please get off my car? ”

They both took their time getting off your car as they mumbled something under their breath about you having a stick up your ass but you didn’t care at all. You wanted nothing more than to get in your car and leave. “Y/n, I said wait.”

You could see Richard’s arm in front of your face as he held the door down so you couldn’t open it. You sighed and tried to sniffle back some tears that were threatening to slip out. You tried to pull the door and your efforts were fruitless as the door didn’t budge at all. “Y/n, just listen to me.”

“No, I thought you were different from the other guys. You’re not. You know what? I don’t care either.” You told him as you turn to face him, failing to stop the tears from falling. You sighed and angrily wiped the fallen ones away from your face. “Richard, I really liked you. I thought it was mutual but-”

“It is!...I swear to you. Y/n, just let me explain.” He told you. You could tell by the tone in his voice that he was pleading and you kept yourself from looking at his face. You knew if you saw his face you were gonna fall into whatever he was going to say.

“You don’t need to explain. I heard you loud and clear.” You said turned to the door, he had let go of his grip on the door. You opened it successfully and took a step inside so he would be unable to slam it shut. “You said it you’re self, I’m not special. Now since you had your fun with me or whatever you were doing, you can go ahead and be with the girls you are used to. I don’t care, Richard.”

The look on Richard’s face was something hard to describe. A mixture of hurt, pissed off, and confused were the best words you could come up for it. You quickly put the keys into the ignition as you, once again, wipe your tears away with annoyance. You took a shaky breath as you started the car, ignoring Richard as he stood by your car still trying to explain to you. You couldn’t hear him, the only thing on your mind your whole way home was the moment on the dance floor and how it absolutely breaks your heart that Richard was exactly like all the other boys.

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