#nicholas ruffilo fanfiction

[sorrowsofsilence]

the bet 4 • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 10.2k • masterlist

warnings: 18+ smut, ANGST (messssy, they be jealous and working through shit in this part ok) polyandrous relationship, orgasm denial, overstimulation, begging, gangbang, threesome, foursome, voyeurism, double penetration- pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!masturbating, male!receiving, fem!receiving, creampies, "sloppy seconds" (oops), slight choking, swearing, nicknames: princess, pretty girl, good girl), jealousy, arguing, physical fighting (jolly be punched), drinking

summary: It wasn't really just a game after all, was it?

note: thank you for everyone's patience <3 I loved this series, way more than I thought I would when part 1 was a silly little fever dream I had, that now turned into PLOT lol. So thank you all again <3 enjoy!

+ Please read all the warnings before reading +

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

+ recap from part 3 +

"You want control over her-" Ruffilo gestured around, "over us."

"That's bullshit," Noah scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Don't twist this."

You pulled away from Jolly, your heart lerching forward anxiously, "Can you not think with your dicks for a second? That not what Noah is saying?"

"I- thank you!" He threw a hand out at you in agreement as he sucked in another breath, "I'm talking about boundaries. There are five of us here, all with the same level of responsibilities. And you guys decided to fuck before a show, and ignore everything else. For..."

He faltered, eyes locking with yours, "...for some pussy."

The silence that followed burned, his words feeling like a slap to your chest.

"Thats not- I didn't mean-" Noah stumbled, shame immediately flashing in his face.

You looked away, heart squeezing tight in shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I shouldn't have started anything before the show. That was...unprofessional."

A low, distorted voice echoed over the sound system: "Bad omens on stage in two. Meet backstage."

Nobody moved.

"We gotta go," Folio said, breaking the heavy silence.

Noah ran a hand down his face and nodded stiffly, his usually easy-going demeanour replaced with a hollow shell.

He turned to leave. "We'll talk about this later. Good luck tonight."

You felt a pang of regret that pinched your heart, a string of shame following as each member left the room.

Only Folio paused at the door, giving you an unreadable look that caused you to share a tight smile.

+++++

As soon as the show ended and you began packing up the soundboard, you shot Matt a look. He stiffened beside you.

“Is that all I am to you guys?” you whispered, shame burning behind your eyes. “Some pussy?”

Matt’s blond head snapped up, horror in his wide eyes, as if you’d struck him. “No—fuck no. That’s not what we meant—”

You cut him off, your voice trembling while you wound the cables more messily with each turn. “Then why did Noah say it? And why didn’t any of you say anything?”

He said nothing, jaw clenched, guilt spreading across his face. You kept your tone low- too many people still buzzing around the venue- but inside, you burned.

“I know I have no right to be upset…not when I was just a fucking bet from the start.”

Matt reached out, his hands settling on your shoulders in a pained kind of warmth, “No- God- we’re all fucked up about this. How is any of this normal?”

You stared at him for a moment, like maybe you could find the answer on his face. Yet, there was nothing.

Before you could speak again, someone called from behind you.

Noah appeared, his voice quiet but tinged with anger, "Can we talk?"

You instinctively narrowed your eyes at his tone, feeling both defensive yet understanding. Ahreeing, he guided you back to the green room and shut the door behind you. He turned swiftly once it was closed, towering over you with his arms crossed.

“What do you want?” You mumbled, despite knowing exactly what he was going to talk about.

“Look, yeah, I said it- ‘some pussy.’ Maybe I’m an asshole. But what was I supposed to do when I’m falling for you, and I watch you fall for everyone but me?”

You shook your head, glare sharp. “You know I want you, I need you- but you call me that?”

Noah scoffed bitterly, “Yeah? You didn’t look like you needed me earlier. I didn’t hear you calling my name. Just moaning for them.”

Your body went rigid as you read between his lines. “So that’s what this is about? You’re jealous?”

Noah’s voice turned sharp, acid-laced and raw. “No. I’m pissed I care. One night I’ve got your cum dripping on my fingers, and the next I’m just some guy ignored while you’re busy being devoured by three others.”

Silence pressed in as you replayed his words. Then he stepped forward, pressing you against the door, his face inches from yours. “Tell me, princess…are you upset I called you ‘some pussy,’ or that I wasn’t the one inside you when I said it?”

A breath hitched in your throat at his comment. The intensity in his eyes threatened to swallow you.

“Was it fun for you, letting Nick fuck you while I begged at the other side of the door?” he demanded, running a hand through his messy hair.

You met his gaze without flinching. “I didn’t ignore you because I didn’t care or because I didn’t want you. I just…got caught up. Maybe I liked it. Liked knowing you were listening. Liked how desperate you sounded.”

Noah laughed, a hollow, sad sound, then stepped back. “Maybe we never should’ve pretended this was more than a stupid bet to get into your pants.” His eyes hardened. “Which, by the way, Jolly would’ve won; he’s been inside you more than any of us.”

Tears pricked your eyes, your chest tightening with anger. “I’m not your toy, even if we all agreed to share.”

Silence swelled until Noah’s voice broke it, hoarse; “I never wanted to share you. I just agreed because I thought that was the only way I’d have you at all.”

You let out a sound between a laugh and a sob, “So now you’re punishing me for it?”

Anger crept into your chest as you took a step forward, tears streaming. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop Ruffilo from fucking me and answer the door when you needed help. That was wrong. But everything else? I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry you all chased me or that I caught feelings for all of you. It’s not even about the door, Noah. You’re blaming me for your jealousy, when you agreed to the rules.”

Noah watched as your body shook before him with fury and hurt- his stomach beginning to ache.

“You can’t take your anger out on me just because it was Ruffilo’s cum inside me instead of yours,” you spat.

His face heated as butterflies swirled anxiously in his stomach; but before he could respond, the door swung open.

Matt stood there, breathless and flushed, eyes darting between your tear-stained face and Noah’s rigid frame.

“You okay?” he asked you, too casual for the storm in the room.

Noah stiffened instantly, stepping aside as if trying to hide what you’d just shared. Turning your back to both of them, you wiped your cheeks quickly before tears could fall again.

“Did you follow us?” Noah snapped.

Matt’s eyes narrowed. “I noticed she hadn’t come back. Sorry for giving a shit.”

“Everything’s fine. I had it under control,” Noah answered.

“Oh yeah?” Matt scoffed, stepping further inside, voice rising. “Because making her cry in a locked room is totally ‘under control’?”

“Stop,” you said sharply, spinning to face them. “Stop turning this into a contest over who’s the better guy. You’re both losing me right now.”

Noah flinched as Matt’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. You drew in a ragged breath. “You all said you wanted me. So stop competing. Stop keeping score and see me as a person.”

It was quiet for a moment, before you spoke again, “Because I’m not sure I can keep doing this when there are five of you to love, and only one of me.”

Noah looked like he had something to say- but this time, he didn’t. Neither did Matt.

You stepped past them both, swallowing your tears like poison, and opened the door, “If this is still a game still, I’m done playing.”

You didn’t slam it.You just walked out.

You wandered until your legs ached, circling the streets, finally heading back to the bus. Their voices still echoed- especially his.

“Are you mad I wasn’t the one inside you?”

Noah didn’t know what he was saying.

Or maybe he did. Maybe they all did.

You had wanted to believe they saw you.

But maybe you really were never more than a body with a name.

++++ Inside the green room, the silence shattered like glass.

“You happy now?” Matt snapped, spinning on Noah.

“Don’t start with me,” Noah barked, brows furrowing in frustration. “You were there. You didn’t say anything.”

“And that’s a good thing because I didn’t fucking say what you said.”

Noah ran another hand through his hair, “Yeah? Well maybe I said what we were all thinking.”

“No, you didn’t.” Matt spat, “You tore her apart.”

The door opened again, Ruffilo, Jolly and Folio storming in.

“Why did our girl just leave the building crying?” Jolly snarled, immediately pushing against Noah’s chest in an accusative manor, “You good now, Noah? Get what you wanted?”

Noah’s jaw clenched, fists tight against his side, “Back the fuck off.”

“Oh, so you want me to back off? Not like when you were banging on the damn door like a dog in heat?” His thick accent rolled off his tongue as his silver eyes glared daggers at the singer.

“You still think I was just trying to fuck? I was asking for help. You assholes were all busy shoving your cocks in her every hole while I was backstage trying to fix the earpiece so we’d actually put on a decent show.” Noah’s finger pushed slightly against Jolly’s chest, his ears heating with anger.

Ruffilo’s voice was flat as he crossed his arms, “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend this is about the show. You were pissed you weren’t in the middle of it. Own it.”

Noah’s head snapped toward him. “That’s all you think it was? I would eat her out on the goddamn amp if you could’ve. But I was doing real work while you slacked off.”

Jolly laughed, cruel and low. “Sure, because you’d be so concerned about time if you were the one burying yourself in her pussy.”

Noah shoved him hard, and Jolly staggered back. His voice dropped to a measured hiss. “Say that again.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so busy feeling sorry for yourself-” Ruffilo began as Matt tried to step between Noah and Jolly, but it was too late.

Noah’s fist landed right in Jolly’s jaw.

A collective gasp filled the room. Jolly stumbled, then seized Noah’s shirt and yanked him down. They tumbled to the floor in a clash of limbs and harsh words, both ignoring the yells for them to stop.

"Cut it out!" Matt roared, diving onto the pair in an attempt to pry them apart. He clutched Jolly’s shirt, wrestling him off Noah, while Ruffilo joined in; enough to keep Noah from striking again.

Folio leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes burning with frustration. “Grow the hell up,” he muttered.

Noah leveled a heated glare at Folio, struggling in Matt’s grip. “Oh now you've got something to say?” Noah spat bitterly.

“You damn right I do,” the drummer retorted, stepping forward. “You two suggested the gangbang, and you,” Folio pointed sharply at Jolly- “you started this entire bet by saying she’d suck your cock again; treating her like a prize none of us really respected.”

Jolly’s lip was bleeding now, crimson catching in the scruff of his beard as he sneered past Matt’s shoulder. “Yeah, and you stayed silent didn’t you?” he snapped at Folio. “Don’t act like some moral fucking compass now.”

Folio advanced, voice low. “I never saw her as a game. I didn’t turn her into a contest. I’ve wanted her from the start.”

“Oh, please,” Ruffilo scoffed, pacing. “You’re the ‘gentleman’ vulture, lurking until it’s convenient.”

“Better than the assholes who keep count,” Folio shot back.

“Enough,” Matt’s voice cracked through the room like thunder, raw and full of gravel. He shoved away from them both, chest heaving, eyes burning. “This isn’t about who touched her last or who made her scream louder. It’s that she walked out crying- because we treated her like a fucking trophy.Because our egos were bigger than her feelings. She never asked to be gambled for. ”

Silence swallowed the room. Noah’s shoulders shook; his breath came in shallow gasps. “I can’t believe I called her that name.”

Guilt hung heavy. Finally Folio whispered, “I can’t believe none of us defended her.”

“I wanted to apologize,” Noah continued, eyes fixed on the floor. “I wanted to bring her back here and kiss her and make things right. Instead I lashed out and blamed her for shit I can’t even understand.”

Ruffilo scrubbed a hand down his face, “She probably just feels like an object,” he muttered, the words tasting bitter.

Folio exhaled slowly, as though releasing a weight. “I love her.”

The words struck them all as though he spoke for each one. “I really do. I want dumb movie dates, flowers she pretends to hate, forehead kisses when she’s upset. I want her to meet my mom. I want to spoil her until she tells me to stop. I want to give her my life, not just an orgasm.” His voice cracked.

Ruffilo looked up, eyes bright. “I…I love her too.”

Their eyes met, but not as rivals. Maybe they finally realized it wasn’t supposed to be a competition… because you never gave them a reason to believe one was less important than the other.

Matt ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, we’re jealous. But mostly we’re terrified of losing her, scared she’d choose one of us- or none. Christ, I wouldn’t blame her.” He leaned back against the wall. “We made her choose all of us.”

Jolly slid down beside Noah, hand trembling on his knee. “We can’t fix this with flowers and a half-assed sorry. She deserves more.”

“We want her. She wants us all,” he continued softly, “Isn’t that something to be grateful for; that she’d stretch herself thin for us, even after knowing about the bet?”

No one argued.

Ruffilo toyed with his sleeve. “If having a piece of her heart means fighting jealousy, I’ll learn. Because I can’t let her go- and I wouldn’t survive seeing her with someone else.”

Noah’s lips thinned in thought. It was going to be fucking hard, but he realized that he had to try. For you. And so would Folio, Ruffilo, Jolly, and Matt. It was an agreement to work through their possessive feelings and doubt- to give you the treatment you deserved.

Folio nodded slowly, his face softening. “We’ve just gotta stop making it about us. If we’re really in love with her, then we give her everything. Not just sex.”

Matt’s voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “Ok. Together, we say we’re sorry. And then we shut up and let her tell us what she wants. No guilt and no pressure. Just… honesty.”

“And if she tells us to fuck off,” Jolly added, “we walk.”

Noah nodded. “But if she lets us in- even just a little- we love her like she’s the only woman who’s ever mattered.”

“Because she is.” Ruffilo said.

The silence between them was no longer cold. It felt like an agreement, tentative but real.

And although it was still fractured and aching- they finally aligned.

++

The boys still did decide to buy flowers, when on their way back to the bus.

However, Not just any flowers- the ones you loved. Roses, lilies, tulips and a few others they didn't even recognize. They found them at an all-night grocery store, and from the cashier's perplexed look, she assumed they were either late for an anniversary party or very, very drunk. But not a single man spoke, each lost to their thoughts as they placed the abundance of flowers in the cart.

This was not about buying forgiveness; it was an offering, a promise to do better.

As soon as they stepped onto the bus, they spotted you huddled at the far end of the couch, arms wrapped around your knees. Your thumb paused on your phone’s screen, and you swallowed hard, turning away from them.

Folio was the first to move.

He stepped forward, holding the awkward bundle of flowers against his chest like a shield. “We know you probably don’t want to see us right now,” he said quietly. “And that’s fair. But we needed to say this.” You stayed silent, eyes down, though you didn’t leave.

He took a breath. “We fucked up. Not just tonight, but from the start. We treated you like a fantasy instead of a person. I know an apology isn’t enough, but I’m giving it anyway. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Matt came next, gaze heavy on your curled form. “We got jealous and turned something that could’ve been beautiful into a fucking mess. We forgot you weren’t a prize to fight over. You’re you, and that should’ve been enough.”

Ruffilo whispered, “I’m sorry, love.”

Your breathing caught but your lips stayed shut.

Jolly then knelt before the couch, bringing himself to eye level. “None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t made it a competition for your attention. You deserve more than being treated like an object. I’m sorry.”

Noah approached last, almost cautiously, as if afraid you’d run. His voice cracked: “We talked. Really talked. And…we want to work on it. On ourselves with this. But only if you want to.”

Your head lifted, eyes red. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because we’re not asking you to take us back,” Noah said. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. We just want to show you we can grow, that we can love you the way you deserve; without tearing each other apart. We know we’re jealous, but we want to grow, for you.”

You hugged your legs tighter and tossed your phone onto the couch. “And if I say I can’t do it? There are five of you with different kind’s of love. I know this is all new, but it’s important that you guys figure out what you need from me, without treating me like the problem.”

Silence hung in the room as they processed your words. Then Ruffilo let out a shaky breath, “We never wanted you to feel like a problem. You're right, we handled this like shit. But we want to fix it, not by making you choose between us but by learning to share and respect each other...and you."

Folio was the next to speak up, his calm voice filling the silent room, “What if we split our time with you individually, for a while? So that we can all figure out what we need and understand our feelings better. And when we’re comfortable...we can…try again.”

Jolly met your gaze from afar, looking for any sign of approval or disapproval in your eyes. “We want to be with you but not at the cost of your pain... if this isn’t right for you anymore, please tell us.”

“I’ll think about it,” you murmured, fingers threading through the blanket draped across your lap.

Folio’s tensed shoulders relaxed slightly at your words before he held out the bouquet toward you. “These are for you- from all of us.”

Taking the flowers from him, you skimmed your fingers across petals of roses, lightly inhaling their scent. “Thank you.”

Your heart did flutter at the gesture, despite your feelings. The fact you had all five of your boys, basically begging you to stay with them- that made your stomach swirl.

Matt piped up, “And Y/N? Noah is…” he breathed in deeply, letting it out slowly before continuing, “He was out of line earlier. I know he's sorry, we all are. You're not just some… you're not what he said.”

Noah nodded along with his words before clearing his throat and adding, “I’m so sorry. We never felt that way about you. You're not just a toy to us. You're...you're Y/N." His voice was barely a whisper as he confessed, sincerity laced with remorse in his tone. Your eyes landed on him, silently locking onto his gaze.

Suddenly, it was just you and him in the room. And you believed him, wholeheartedly.

++

Hours passed, the pile of flowers decorating the rickety bus table with their vibrant colors and fresh fragrance.

They all left you alone after the lengthy apology and confessions, understanding your need for solitude…or so you thought until there were soft thumps on the door.

Jolly entered quietly, cautiously, his eyes briefly flickering to the flowers before finding yours.

He slipped next to you on the couch without uttering a single word, offering a consoling silence that held a strange sense of comfort. You melted into his touch when his hands found yours, intertwining your fingers together as you both stared at the empty place before you.

“I mean it,” he whispered after a few minutes of silence, his voice barely above audible but weighty enough to hold your attention. “All those things I said. We need to make it right, for you.”

You turned your head to look at him, swallowing the lump in your throat. His eyes were soft as he watched you, filled with so much raw sincerity that your heart ached. You nodded, barely visible in the dim room but enough for him to sigh in relief.

“Don’t carry the guilt, Y/N,” he murmured, thumb stroking your hand gently. "This isn't your fault or responsibility to fix... it's ours."

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you, Jolly.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said quietly, pressing a lingering kiss on the back of your hand.

His calming presence and sincere words brought you comfort while the kiss he placed on your hand lingered, not just on your skin, but as a warmth that spread through your chest.

When he slightly pulled back, he settled beside you, clearly intending to stay until you asked him to leave. His arm rested gently behind your back, not in a possessive manner, but as a quiet offer of support. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and he adjusted, wrapping an arm around you. His other hand remained entwined with yours, thumb tracing slow, steady circles.

Neither of you spoke because words weren't necessary. You felt at ease beside him, savoring his presence. You wouldn't trade this feeling for anything.

Jolly’s lips lightly touched your hair. “I know I shouldn’t ask for anything from you right now,” he murmured, his voice rough. “But I need you to know… I love you. I really, really do.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, lifting your head to face him, meeting his gaze filled with such tenderness it made your chest ache.

“And I need to show you,” he added, his voice even softer. “What that means. What you mean to me.”

The guitarists hand moved to your cheek, thumb caressing your skin as if it were sacred. He leaned in slowly, giving you a chance to stop him, but you didn’t.

“Can I kiss you?”

His lips met yours in a kiss that felt more like a gentle exhale than a collision. As if he was kissing you to say thank you for still being there.

The blanket slipped from your shoulders as he gently guided you back, his body moving with yours, careful and unhurried. There was no urgency- just a need. Not to take, but to give. To honour.

He kissed down your neck, his lips barely brushing your skin.

Every hitch of your breath under his kiss made him more mindful. His hands traced the length of your arms, his own shuddering when he heard you moan. His lips against your skin felt soft and caring; a complete contrast to the hot, fervent kisses shared with him before.

You closed your eyes, fingers tangling in his long dark strands, tugging lightly until a soft groan vibrated against your skin. His lips traced lower, kissing a path down your chest, gentle and slow as if savoring each inch of your skin.

“I…” A shuddered breath interrupted your murmur. His hand came around to steady you, to stroke over the curve of your hip and remind you that he was there, loving you. “I want that too, Jolly,” you breathed out finally, meeting his gaze.

He paused, silver eyes locking with yours for a moment before they jumped to your lips and back up again. “You sure?”

A small smile lifted a corner of your mouth as you nodded. “Yes.”

His kiss was hotter this time, deeper, but still filled with the same reverence as before. You got lost in him as the bus fell silent around you, all the chaotic noise disappearing until there was only him.

Jolly’s kiss grew firmer, but the tenderness never wavered. Every press of his lips said, ‘You don’t owe me this, and yet I’m beyond grateful you’re here.’

His body settled against yours, solid and warm without ever crowding you–a stark contrast to before. He was here simply to cherish you.

He drew back just enough to catch your gaze, eyes bright and breathless. His thumb traced along your lower lip, then drifted to your cheek as if anchoring himself to the moment.

“You make me feel like I can be soft,” he whispered. “Like I don’t have to be anyone but me. And yours.” His voice cracked on that last word. Yours.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured. “How often I’ve thought about you… as if I matter to you.”

His hands slid down, one curling gently around your thigh while the other rested over your ribs, thumb tracing the steady beat of your heart.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “You always were, but like this… letting me touch you so freely… I just…”

He kissed you again, a trembling, tender kiss that sparkled with emotion until your eyes stung.

“Let me love you,” he pleaded softly.

You nodded again, words caught in your throat.

He took his time; pausing as if to memorize every second, and then eased himself between your legs. His mouth moved slowly and deliberately, drawing soft moans from you. Each gentle flick of his tongue against your folds made you gasp his name; and with every gasp, his fingers brushed down your thigh, grounding you while your body teetered on the edge.

With each shake of your hips Jolly sighed heavily, relishing in giving you pleasure that focused solely on you- like getting you off was the only reward he craved. He lingered until your legs shook, tasting you through your orgasm as your hands gripped the faux leather couch.

When he finally rose, he looked spent. His hair was tousled, eyes shining, and lips still glistening from your arousal. He leaned down again, pressing a long, deep kiss full of everything he couldn’t say out loud.

++

The final week of tour went by quickly.

Despite the tension that still lingered between you all, it had become a bit less pointed and more bearable as the days passed. The shows were flawless, your heart lightening when you saw them meshing seamlessly on stage every night. There were no arguments or heated spats backstage. But there was also an unusual distance between you all.

You spent most of your time alone, busying yourself with technical stuff until you were far too exhausted to think. Matt would still accompany you silently, his subtle presence at your side oddly comforting even in the heavy silence. Ruffilo was unusually quiet during the last few shows, his eyes always lingering on you when he thought you weren't looking. Noah had kept his distance ever since that talk, though he did attempt a conversation every now and then.

It was Jolly who tried to bridge the gap between you guys, his efforts evident in the little gestures he offered: small notes left for you with words of encouragement, coffee brewed just the way you like it, random compliments; all subtle attempts to soften the tension. On the other hand, Folio was relatively silent, observing from a distance but his gaze always held an unwavering warmth.

All the boys had been giving you space to think things through while dealing with their own feelings individually.

The last day of tour arrived sooner than any of you had anticipated. The show ended with a standing ovation, the crowd cheering for an encore that left everyone breathless and drenched in sweat.

Backstage, amidst the laughter and congratulatory hugs for a successful tour, you found yourself locking eyes with Noah- heavy with resolution and sincerity.

His gaze softened when you offered a small smile, mirroring his own.

As the rest of the band began to pack up their gear, he approached you quietly, uncertainty tugging at his brows. "Hey," he said gently when he was close enough.

"Hey," you replied, your heart fluttering slightly at his presence. He nodded, fidgeting with his shirt as he looked around for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"I just wanted to say…” His voice was low, almost apprehensive, “That I miss you. And thank you for working so hard on this tour with us. I appreciate you.”

His words washed over you, and the tension you'd been carrying for weeks seemed to uncoil, little by little. You blinked at him, taken aback but genuinely touched. “I… thanks, Noah.”

He scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “It’s…” He paused, shaking his head slightly. “It’s too quiet without your company.”

Your lips twitched upwards in a soft smile, and you stepped closer, resting your hand lightly on his arm. “You weren’t exactly that big of a chatterbox before.”

His gaze fell to your hand on his arm, and then travelled back up to meet yours.

"I miss us all actually talking," he admitted quietly. "I miss how we used to be around each other in comfortable, casual...fun." The word lingered in the air, intwined with a heavy dose of regret.

“I miss that too,” you confessed, offering him a small yet sincere smile.

His gaze softened at your confession, the remnants of tension disappearing from his form.

Silence fell over the two of you as the reality of the tour ending sunk in, melancholic and bittersweet. But there was also an inkling of hope, painting your hearts with delicate hues.

Another voice then broke the quiet. Folio approached both of you, carrying a water bottle and what appeared to be a small piece of lightly toasted bread spread with jam.

“I noticed you didn't eat earlier,” he explained upon seeing your surprised expression.

Your heart fluttered at his attention to detail, and at the caring gesture. Noah’s gaze darted between you and Folio, though he remained silent.

“Thank you, Nick,” you smiled warmly, taking it from him.

Folio gave you a small smile, his gaze lingering longer than expected. “You’re welcome,” he responded, the tightness in his chest easing your words.

Noah watched as Folio moved away, nodding his approval before turning back to you. “Eat,” he urged, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I will, mom.”

He chuckled at the tease, watching as you took a small bite.

Averting your eyes, you noticed Ruffilo and Matt conversing lightly while packing up the equipment. Ruffilo looked up, meeting your gaze. He sent you a small nod and a smile your way which made your heart flutter. In his own silent way, he was still apologizing- acknowledging what had been done and promising to make it right.

“Come join us for some drinks at the pool?” Jolly asked, interrupting your thoughts. He padded towards you with an inviting smile on his face. The offer was casual yet laden with hope– hope that you might finally be able to break free of this uncomfortable silence that had dominated the past week.

“You sure?” You asked, taking a sip of water. Jolly nodded, patting Noah’s shoulder.

“An evening swim at the Karlsson-Sebastian manor? Wouldn’t be worth it without you.”

After a moment hesitation, you accepted, “Alright.”

A soft smile stretched across Jolly’s face as he clapped a firm hand onto Noah’s back. “Great! Let’s get packed and then ditch this place. We deserve a beer.”

Once everyone made it back to Noah and Jolly’s place, you sighed. Despite years of memories at this house, things felt different now.

After changing and grabbing a towel from the bathroom closet, you found your way to the backyard. The soft fairy lights around the pool illuminated the sprawling space, lending it a tranquil vibe. Noah was already in the pool, his form illuminated by the underwater lights, casting an ethereal glow onto his skin. Matt and Ruffilo were lounging on the pool chairs, beers in their hands and engaged in light conversation. Folio was starting a fire to prepare hot dogs, while Jolly was busy setting up a portable stereo.

As you stepped closer, they fell silent- every pair of eyes on you. It physically pained you to see them all looking so repentant and unsure, as if one wrong move would send you running.

You cleared your throat, feeling more than a little awkward under their gaze. "Hey," was all you managed, offering them a small smile.

Sitting on the edge of the pool, you dipped your legs in, grateful the water was heated.

"Could you pass one of those over?" you asked, pointing to the beers in Matt's hand.

"Course," he replied, reaching for a bottle and tossing it to you with a soft smile. Catching it, you took comfort in the familiar action.

Noah watched you from the corner of the pool, his eyes shyly darting away every now and then.

"Just come here,” You said between sips of the drink, fighting back a laugh.

Noah huffed out a laugh, before nodding and swimming over to join you by the edge. He kept just enough distance to respect your personal space while still making his presence known. This close, you could make out the faint freckles splashed across his shoulders, illuminated by the pool lights.

“I like your swimsuit,” he commented suddenly, eyes flicking briefly over your figure.

Your cheeks heated up with a faint warmth. “You picked it out, remember?”

His lips curled up in a sheepish grin. “Right.”

Ruffilo walked over slowly, taking a seat next to you. Placing his legs in the water next to yours, he swayed them gently, focusing on the small waves that formed.

"Mind if I join you?" His voice was soft, almost inaudible over the soft lullaby of the wind.

You glanced over at him, scanning his bare torso briefly.

"Not at all," you shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips.

He braced himself by placing an arm on the cement behind your back, closing the proximity gently.

You didn’t move away.

“You looked like you needed a buffer,” Ruffilo said quietly, gaze fixed ahead on the shimmering surface of the pool. “Or maybe just… someone who wasn’t afraid to sit close.”

You exhaled, the beer bottle cool between your fingers. “Is it that obvious?”

He tilted his head toward you. “Only to someone who’s been feeling the same thing.”

You leaned back on your palms, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “And what are you feeling, Nicky?”

His mouth quirked up, more wistful than playful. “Like I miss you.”

You leaned into his side, agreeing, “I miss you. I miss all of you.” Your gaze flickered from him back to Noah wading in front of you.

And then the singer’s voice broke through, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Can I come closer?”

You blinked, looking down to see him treading water just below your feet. His eyes were wide. Hopeful.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

With a quiet splash, he moved between your legs and rested his arms on your knees, the position causing your stomach to swirl.

“I’m glad we are home,” he murmured. “And that you’re here.”

Jolly appeared near the fire, adjusting the volume of the music, but you felt his eyes flicker toward the three of you-watching, waiting, like he didn’t want to intrude but didn’t want to be left behind either, now that you were finally opening up.

Matt tossed another log onto the fire and leaned back on his chair. “So,” he called casually, breaking the tension with ease, “do we want a hot dog now or after we pretend we’re all fine?”

Everyone snorted—even you—and just like that, the tension cracked a little.

You glanced at Noah. “What do you think? Hot dog first, or bonding in chlorinated water?”

He let out a genuine laugh, leaning his head against your knee now, the contact grounding. “Why not both?”

Ruffilo slid into the water, and reached out a hand toward you.

“Coming in?”

You looked at Noah. Then up at Jolly, who met your gaze with a question in his eyes but a warm smile on his lips.

You placed your beer next to you with a nod, allowing both Noah and Ruffilo lead you into the pool.

The water was warm as it closed around you, taking the edge off the cool night air. Noah’s arm slid around your waist, holding you steady as Ruffilo backed off a little, creating room for you to join him while keeping a respectful distance.

“Everything feels better in water,” He said while effortlessly floating onto his back. He winked at you, and you burst into laughter.

Your laugh seemed to brighten the entire poolside, and even Folio glanced over from his spot by the fire to give you a wide smile.

It wasn’t long before you sucked in a shaky breath, ready to speak your truth about what you wanted.

“I’m sorry for being so distant the last week- but thank you for giving me space.”

Ruffilo and Noah watched you warmly, nodding.

Noah rubbed his thumb gently over your hip beneath the water. “You don’t need to apologize. We just wanted you to come back when you were ready.”

“And you did,” Ruffilo added, eyes soft but intense. “That’s all that matters to me.”

You looked between them, and your next words swam up before you could swallow them. “I want all of us to work. I want you all to be mine, and I will be all of yours. You’ve already shown me you’re willing to work on the jealousy- and I want to grow with all of you.”

Ruffilo’s expression cracked, something fierce and vulnerable shining through. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, water dripping down his forearm as he leaned in, forehead resting gently against yours.

“I’ve wanted to hear you say that since the night we all fell apart,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “Thank you for giving us the chance to prove we can be what you need.”

Noah pressed closer against your back, arms around you like he couldn’t bear to let go now that he finally had permission to hold you like this. “You have no idea how hard it was… watching you from afar this week.”

You let your hands float up, resting one against Ruffilo’s chest and the other curled behind Noah’s head. “Trust me…It wasn’t easy for me either.”

Then Ruffilo kissed you. Not a careful kiss-a kiss full of hunger, weeks of restraint melting into one needy, heated moment. His mouth opened against yours, tongue teasing, while his hand sliding down your back beneath the water, gripping your hip like he didn’t want to let go.

Noah groaned softly behind you. His hands tightened around your waist, as they slid slowly up your ribs, under your top. His lips kissed your shoulder, then your jaw, while Ruffilo kissed your mouth greedier.

You let yourself be held between them, hands skimming along wet skin in the pool, bodies pressed against you from front and back like they needed to memorize you. Every touch felt like a plea- stay, choose us, let this be real.

Ruffilo broke the kiss just long enough to pant, “Can I touch you more? Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You shook your head, eyes heavy with lust. “Please don’t stop.”

Noah’s voice dropped low. “Let us show you how much we missed you.”

The water rippled around you as Ruffilo’s hands slid lower, over the curve of your ass, his forehead pressed to your temple now. Noah’s mouth was on your shoulder again, teeth grazing lightly.

You were shaking—not from fear, but from the feeling of finally, finally being seen.

“I-I know I said I didn’t just want to be seen as a toy,” you murmured against Ruffilo’s lips, voice trembling with need. Then you pulled back just enough to spin toward Noah, crashing your mouth onto his like you couldn’t stand one more second apart.“But I really need you to use me right now.”

Noah kissed you like he was starving, his tongue claiming yours, hand sliding up your thigh underwater to the place you ached most. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy every goddamn night,” he growled against your lips. “Dreaming about how it feels around my fingers… my cock…”

Behind you, Ruffilo’s breath hitched. He pulled you tighter against his chest, his arms wrapped strong around your middle. “You think we didn’t smell how fucking sweet you were when you walked away?” His fingers drifted lower under the water, brushing your ass with a possessive squeeze. “You left us hard, baby. Hurting.”

Noah’s teeth caught your jaw, voice rough and wrecked. “No one touches you like we do. No one knows this body like we do.” His tattooed fingers finally found your core, slick and eager. “You’re so fucking wet for us.”

“For us,” Ruffilo echoed, reverent and raw. “God, you missed us too, didn’t you?”

Your head fell back against his shoulder, the confession pulled from your lips like a prayer. “Yes-fuck, yes. I missed you. All of you.”

Noah’s mouth dragged down your neck, every kiss a brand. “Say it again. Say you missed our cocks. Say you missed being full.”

Your thighs clenched on instinct, but Ruffilo held your hips firm, keeping you open for Noah.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, hot breath at your ear. “Let us in, baby. Let us show you why you don’t have to choose.”

Noah’s finger finally slid between your folds, sinking into your body like it belonged there. “We’re gonna take our time with you tonight. Stretch you open slow. Remind this pretty pussy exactly who gets to fuck it.”

His voice dropped lower. “All five of us.”

You whimpered, body trembling between them, completely theirs.

Ruffilo nuzzled your temple, whispering like a vow, “You belong to us, pretty girl. And we’re so fucking lucky to have you.”

Jolly and Folio now stood by the edge, watching with hungry eyes.

“There’s our girl,” Jolly mumbled, unable to take his eyes off Noah and Ruffilo. The two had pulled your swimsuit off, leaving you naked within their grasp.

You wrapped your legs around Ruffilo’s body, facing him now. The boys switched hands, Ruffilo quickly sinking his fingers into your body to replace where Noah once was.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Noah whispered, chewing on your neck while his hand wrapped around to circle your clit. The water around you rippled as Ruffilo pumped his fingers in and out, and your back arched into Noah in attempt to rut your hips forward, against his strokes.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm built- but you couldn’t let yourself cum without another one of your boys.

“Matt?” You croaked, voice strained in pleasure. The blonde slid into the pool without hesitation, swimming up to the three of you.

"Yes?”

Your lidded eyes yearned for him, “Kiss me.”

He smiled, radiant, before grabbing your jaw firmly. With his lips latched onto yours, deliciously desperate, you moaned between the three of them.

Ruffilo flashed you a slutty smile as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, a string of curses leaving his lips when he felt you clench around him, “God- I can’t wait till it’s my cock you’re cumming around.”

You laughed lowly, brows furrowing as you attempted to move with Ruffilo’s pace- but Noah and Matt held you firmly.

“You wanna cum?” Matt murmured against your throat, voice thick with dominance.

You could only whimper, nodding helplessly.

“Then tell us,” Noah purred, dragging his hand away from your core, leaving you empty, aching. “Tell us how bad you want our cocks.”

A sharp cry escaped you, hips twitching, desperate from the denial. The slow fade of your orgasm was agonizing-and perfect.

“Please-fuck-I need to cum. Please, please,” you gasped, every word a desperate prayer.

Ruffilo pulled his fingers out, slow and wet, and Matt’s hand came up to wrap around your throat, claiming. “What did Noah ask you, princess?”

Your eyes fluttered open, landing on Folio and Jolly now perched at the edge of the pool, fists working over their cocks through soaked swim shorts; their eyes devouring the show in front of them.

You licked your lips, voice cracking but honest. “I want your fucking cocks so bad. All of you. I need to be filled in every fucking hole. Please.”

Noah's teeth grazed your ear, breath hot and cruel. Ruffilo's fingers slid back into you with purpose, while Matt’s grip tightened around your throat just enough to send stars dancing across your vision.

You came instantly; unraveling with a strangled moan, held tightly in their arms as waves of pleasure were earned.

Strong hands gripped your waist, and before you could fully recover, Noah was lifting you effortlessly out of the water, your skin slick and shimmering in the moonlight. You gasped as the cool air hit your heated body, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“You think we’re done with you?” he muttered, voice husky, walking toward the patio door like you weighed nothing. “You begged for all our cocks. That means you’re not cumming alone again.”

The sliding door slammed open, and the rest of them followed, silent except for the wet shuffle of footsteps and low, ragged breathing.

They didn’t take you to the bedroom.

Noah dropped you onto the cold granite countertop of the kitchen island, the contrast sending a jolt through your spine. You barely had time to steady yourself before Ruffilo was between your thighs again, pushing them open with no finesse, no patience.

Matt pulled a barstool up, sitting back and stroking himself slowly, watching you fall apart. “Look at her,” he murmured, voice low. “She’s already ruined.”

“She’s not even close to ruined,” Noah said darkly, dragging his towel over his head and tossing it aside. “But she will be.”

Folio took Ruffilo’s place, pushing your stomach gently so you laid back against the counter, while pressing your legs open he his face between your legs with a groan so guttural you felt hot.

Your moan echoed off the kitchen tile; and Folio licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, savoring it, letting his tongue dip into you before curling up to flick your clit. A rhythm so patient and deliberate it drove you wild.

“F-fuck, Nick—” You gasped, knuckles white on the counter’s edge.

He didn’t stop, and didn’t even lift his eyes. Just ate you like he needed to, like tasting your arousal was oxygen. The drummers fingers dug into your ass to keep you spread wide while he devoured you relentlessly.

Ruffilo groaned behind you. “I swear he could make someone cum just by breathing on them.”

“I think he’s trying,” Noah said, walking past to get a drink from the fridge, like you weren’t moaning and trembling on his countertop. “She’s shaking already.”

Matt came up beside you, sliding your hair off your face and pressing a kiss to your temple. “How’s it feel, princess?”

“Good-fuck-it’s so good….”

Folio added two fingers, curling them expertly into your sweet spot while his mouth sucked your clit. You sobbed, legs almost giving out. Only his grip kept you upright.

“He’s gonna make her cum,” Jolly said, eyes gleaming.

“She deserves to,” Ruffilo added, stepping behind Matt.

Folio sucked harder, curling his fingers and your whole body seized.

You moaned loudly, legs trembling as another orgasm tore through you like lightning. He didn’t stop until you were completely still, a withering mess on the marble.

And only then did he stand; chin glistening, lips wet, eyes dark with lust.

“Now,” he said softly, “we fuck her.” Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Jolly pulled you off the counter, carrying you into the living room.

“Couch,” he whispered against your ear. “Let me and Matt take you properly.”

They guided you through the open concept space, the low lighting casting a warm glow over the soft throw blankets and deep cushions. You barely touched the floor, passed between their hands like a treasure they weren’t ready to share with the world. Only each other.

Matt flopped down first, already naked, cock resting heavy against his stomach. “Right here, baby,” he said, patting his lap. “Come sit and let us all see you.”

You climbed onto him slowly, straddling his thighs. He gripped your hips with both hands, firm but loving, guiding your body like it was sacred. The others circled; Ruffilo beside you, Noah dropping to his knees in front again, Jolly behind you.

“You still want us?” Noah asked, his hand running up your calf, your knee, your thigh.

“Every single one of you,” you breathed.

That was all it took.

Jolly moved to the side, kissing up your shoulder while Ruffilo leaned in to clasp your lips on his. Noah stayed in front, letting Matt hold you open while he licked at your clit again, slower this time, just teasing.

You were already so sensitive you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily.

“Look at you,” Matt cooed, brushing your hair back as Jolly slid a hand up your spine. “Fucked-out and still greedy.”

You nodded eagerly, relishing in the feeling of their worship. This was everything you ever wanted and more- your boys.

Matt nodded at Noah to pull away from your core, helping him spin you around so you sat on Matt’s lap, facing him.

Without hesitation, you sunk onto his cock, the feeling euphoric.

The blonde’s face contorted as he chewed on his lip, drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around him once again.

“It’s been so long,” He groaned, hand grabbing your neck again, “You want a cock inside your other hole?”

Ruffilo didn’t waste time. “Get her ready,” he told Noah, who was already between your legs again, kissing the inside of your thigh like he’d missed it.

Jolly shifted behind you, helping you lean forward, draping your arms around Matt’s shoulders while he kissed you slow, tongue curling over yours, messy and unhurried.

“Relax, baby,” Noah whispered, brushing his thumb over your other hole. “Let me stretch you.”

You nodded against Matt’s lips, heart racing as Noah spat onto his fingers, spreading the wetness, and began working you open gently. One finger, then two, his touch was precise but soft, knowing exactly how to make you squirm.

“She’s taking it so well,” Jolly murmured behind you, palms roaming your waist and thighs.

“Yeah, she is,” Folio said, voice awed. “So fucking good for us.”

Matt groaned beneath you as your body rocked between their touches, the press of Noah’s fingers inside your ass while Matt’s cock pulsed deep in your pussy. You clenched around both, crying out into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rasped, rutting up into you while Noah slid another finger in. “You’re gonna take us both, aren’t you?”

“Please,” you gasped, eyes glossy. “I want to feel full.”

Jolly ran his hands down your back, eyes locked on the way Noah’s fingers disappeared into your ass, the way Matt’s cock stretched your soaked cunt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he said lowly, voice like gravel against your spine. “Stuffed full. Fucking helpless for us.”

“I want you Jolly,” you whimpered, barely able to form words as Noah twisted his fingers just right, making your whole body jolt.

He grinned at that. “Yeah?” he murmured, brushing his cock against your thigh. “Think you can handle me, sweetheart? You already look like you’re on the edge.”

“I can,” you breathed, eyes glassy. “Please.”

“Of course you can,” he cooed, “You were made for this. For us.”

Noah slowly pulled his fingers free, slick and careful. “She’s ready.”

Jolly kissed the corner of your mouth, then guided you forward, urging you to lean more into Matt’s chest. Matt wrapped his arms around you, holding you steady, murmuring encouragement against your cheek as Jolly pressed the blunt head of his cock against your ass, slick and open from Noah’s fingers.

And when he started pushing in, slow and deliberate, you cried out- a sound caught between pain and absolute pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” Jolly growled, hands digging into your hips, “God, you feel insane. So tight.”

Matt was already panting, knuckles white on your thighs. “Tightest thing I’ve ever felt,” he groaned. “She’s fucking squeezing us—”

Folio knelt beside you, kissing your neck, brushing hair from your face, whispering, “That’s our girl. Look at you-so fucking full, and still not satisfied, huh?”

You shook your head, “N-no. Please let me taste you.”

He let out a ragged breath, his hand cupping your cheek as he met your eyes- blown wide, pupils dark with want. “You’re fucking unbelievable,” he whispered, voice cracking with need. “Still begging, even like this?”

You nodded, lips parted, breath shallow. “Need you, Nick. Wanna taste you while they fuck me.”

That was all it took.

He stood up just enough to free himself, his cock flushed and leaking, already painfully hard from watching the others take you apart. He guided himself to your lips, groaning when you opened eagerly, tongue out.

“Good girl,” he hissed, hand sliding into your hair as he fed himself into your mouth, slow at first. “So eager.”

You moaned around him, the weight of his cock on your tongue making your eyes roll back. Matt thrust up into you with a growl, while Jolly gave a brutal snap of his hips that made your whole body lurch.

Folio held your head steady, fucking your mouth with shallow rolls of his hips. “That’s it,” he gasped. “Take me like you’re made for it-like that.”

You were lost in it, surrounded by them, used and praised and filled from every angle. Jolly’s pace quickened behind you, his grip bruising, and Matt’s thighs were trembling under you, his face buried in your neck.

“Fuck,” Matt choked, “You’re gonna make me cum, you’re so tight, so wet.”

You moaned in response, mouth full of Folio’s cock, your throat vibrating around him.

Jolly leaned in close, voice guttural. “Gonna fill that pretty ass, baby. Can you take it? Can you come like this?”

Your muffled whimper was all the answer he needed.

Folio pulled out for a moment, letting you gasp for air, then pressed a messy kiss to your lips. “You taste so fucking good like this,” he murmured. “Ruined and needy.”

“Don’t stop,” you whispered. “Please—don’t stop.”

And they didn’t.

Matt filled your pussy with ropes of his release, but he continued to fuck his cum back into you while waiting for Jolly. The swede was seconds later, pulling out to coat your ass in strings of his own while Folio released down your throat, holding you still to swallow all of him.

Matt, Jolly, and Folio slowly eased back, panting and spent, their hands still tracing every inch of your skin as they let Noah and Ruffilo take over.

You moaned into Noah’s lips as he carried you up the stairs, relishing in the taste of your tongue.

“Should we take you in the shower?” He asked and your stomach burned, legs shaky.

You shook your head, breath catching. “Not yet… I need a moment.”

Ruffilo’s fingers trailed lightly down your spine as Noah set you down gently on the bed. They both hovered close, watching you with hungry eyes.

“No rush,” Noah said softly. “Right now, we want you-wanna taste you.”

Your lips curved into a slow, sultry smile. “Then let me return the favor.”

You crawled between them, knees sinking into the soft sheets, fingers tracing the contours of their bodies as they lay back, offering themselves to you.

Your lips found Noah first, pressing kisses along his collarbone, down his chest, teasing over the hard planes of his stomach, tasting every inch you’d been craving.

Ruffilo’s hand tangled in your hair, guiding you toward his own body.

You took your time, savoring the taste of them once your lips wrapped around each of their arousals in turn. The heat rose between your mouth and hands, fingers kneading and stroking.

Noah’s breath hitched as you traced slow, teasing circles with your tongue, his hips shifting slightly to meet your mouth.

Ruffilo groaned low, fingers tightening in your hair when your tongue dragged across Noah’s length onto his own.

“You’re so good to us,” Noah murmured, voice thick with want as he watched Ruffilo fill your mouth.

“And you deserve every bit,” you whispered back between strokes, looking up at their flushed faces.

Sucking them for a couple minutes longer, both boys a whimpering mess, you then motioned for them to take you to the shower.

Noah immediately held you against the cool tile, back pressed firmly against it as he positioned himself between your legs in no time.

His fingers dug into your hips as his thrusts were relentless, his cock filling you up, just as Matt’s had prior. Ruffilo took the detachable shower head, flicking the setting to the jet stream before aiming it against your clit.

"No-oh!" You cried out, thighs squeezing around Noah as you held onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles.

Ruffilo’s free hand traced circles around one of your nipples, thumb tweaking the sensitive bud before leaning in to latch his mouth onto your breast. His skilled tongue swirled around the hardened peak, sucking and nipping while he showered your clit with constant stimulation.

Each thrust Noah made had you gasping for air, your climax already building at an intense pace.

“You can’t cum until it’s around Nicks cock, you hear me?”

You whined, shaking your head, “Please Noah-”

“No.” He said firmly, arms shaking as his body tightened. You held on as much as you could, limbs shaking so fiercely you thought you would break in half.

Noah then stopped, burying himself deeper into you as his own release painted your walls. He held onto you, a chant of curses tumbling from his lips before he dropped his forehead against your shoulder, spent.

Ruffilo instantly took over, passing the shower head to Noah.

His cock slid into you easily, pulling a surprised whimper from your lips as he stretched you all over again.

"Tight- despite four others," He growled, burying himself to the hilt. His rough voice raspier due to steam fogging the bathroom quickly. Ruffilo’s pace was frantic, matching the chaos of the water that splashed rapidly against your desire.

Your body thrashed against the cool tile, and in no time, thanks to Ruffilo and the shower head, orgasmic cries rolled off your lips as both boys pushed you into another powerful climax.

“That’s our good fucking girl,” Noah praised, eyes bright with a slutty smile as he watched you come undone. Ruffilo followed shortly, filling you again.

Neither Ruffilo nor Noah let you slide to the floor as exhaustion took over, holding you against the tiled wall. They gave you a minute to catch your breath before they started to wash away the remnants of the evening. The delicate touch of Ruffilo’s soapy hands along each crevice and curve contrasted with the firm strokes of Noah’s hands as he lathered up your hair.

After drying off, they brought you back to the room where Matt and Jolly were waiting on the bed. It was cozy, inviting- their easy intermingling making your heart flutter as brightly as it had when you all had first started.

Folio snuck up from behind and scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bed as you laughed gently. He laid you down in between Matt and Jolly, who both moved to accommodate everyone else.

Everyone was quiet as the sound of heavy breathing cascaded around the bedroom, the five of them enveloping you in a comforting cuddle puddle.

As Folio’s warm hand traced the dip of your hip, he began to move closer. "Can I?" he asked, eyes meeting yours for permission, his bare chest pressed softly against your side. You nodded, shivering as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss; that was kinder than before.

The sound of soft laughter from the others made you break away from the kiss. Noah, who had gone through all the trouble of making his way into bed beside Matt, was extended out on his belly, reaching forward like a child eager for a toy.

"Wanna hold your hand," he mumbled sheepishly while stretching across Matt's body to reach for you. Ruffilo playfully swatted at him but relinquished your hand anyway.

While Noah was content with just threading his fingers between yours, the satisfied hum from his chest making you smile softly, Jolly had other ideas. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he hauled you on top of him. His nimble fingers drew invisible lines against your spine, lulling you into a peaceful daze.

“We love you,” Ruffilo whispered, staring at you with admiration. You slowly locked eyes with each of your lovers, giving them a smile.

“I love you. Every, single, one of you.”

Matt, feeling left out, with an amused glint in his eyes, suggested, "We should get under the covers." Everyone hummed in agreement, and without any further preamble they fitted themselves around you like living, breathing puzzle pieces.

Each had their unique way of holding you, but every touch conveyed the same message; reassurance that they were there for you and only you. The entwined limbs beneath the duvet were a testament to their promise to make things work for your sake. Because you were more than worth it.

Despite the relationship being unconventional and tangled, it didn't diminish its perfection for the six of you. The dynamics were complex, like an intricate dance with unexpected steps, yet it felt just right. There would be challenges ahead, sure; but each was committed to overcoming them together.

And, in the end- you were glad that all of this was more than just the bet.

thank you all again so much for reading this mini-series; and I'm so sorry again that it took so long to get this part out, especially since part 3 was a cliff hanger. I appreciate you all <3 (also will be going through and editing better- I rushed the smut since I wanted to get this out today!)

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒… 01

Summary: When you were convinced to visit a male strip club, you didn’t anticipate that the guy you locked eyes with on stage and who subsequently pulled you up for a routine, would turn out to be the same guy whose roommate advert you’d be responding to less than 24 hours later.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: nothing really other than some mentions of suggestive dance moves at a strip club.

WC: 3.2k.

AN: Alright, so I’m not sure how many parts this will have. All I know is that this is for fun I hope you enjoy Noah being a lovable himbo.

Dividers: silent-stories.

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ROOMMATE WANTED

Are you struggling with parental issues, a questionable job, broken hopes and dreams, or perhaps hiding your pain behind a morbid sense of humor? If so, you might just be the perfect roommate for me!

Conditions:

No crazy people, but you must be willing to help deter a few crazy exes.

My dog must like you.

Food policy: what’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine.

Perks:

You’ll have a private bedroom and bathroom.

There's an outdoor pool and an inflatable pool for when the main pool is being cleaned.

An outdoor bar that is fully stocked. 

A grumpy neighbor next door who’s always ready to offer unsolicited advice and openly judge your life choices.

When you answered the Craigslist ad for a roommate, you must have been on the verge of insanity because no rational person would have responded to that ad, would they?

It doesn’t alleviate your concerns at all when you receive a response from the poster, not even twenty minutes later. First, they thank you for your interest, and then they send you a time and date for a potential meetup and viewing.

Well, at least if they’re a serial killer, they work swiftly, ensuring you don’t have to struggle to find a new place before your eviction notice expires.

With a huff, you slump back into your desk chair and your eyes fall upon the pile of papers, the eviction notice sitting atop them all.

Your original landlord had been a kind and understanding old man, though he may have been a bit too lenient with the rent at times. However, everything changed when he passed everything on to his son. Suddenly, you were facing stricter rent deadlines, increased prices, and cuts to the services included. You were barely able to keep up with the demands until you were presented with the eviction notice.

Craigslist became your last resort, and a desperate one at that. You either had the good fortune to catch Moby Dick in the initial hours of browsing the ad’s, or you were about to be pulled in and devoured by sharks.

Reaching for the notice, you push it aside to reveal a flyer for a live male strip show. Four shirtless guys with various tattoos across their hands, arms, chest, and even necks pose in the picture. Their latest show is tonight, and you quickly snap a picture of the flyer before sending it to the group chat.

You: I need a night out. Anyone else? Troy: Hot, sweaty, tattooed covered men grinding on me? Count me in! Brooke: I’ll bring the baby oil. Troy: Why do you need baby oil? Brooke: In case they run out, duh. You: I’m already having regrets.

By 9pm, you find yourself entering a club that’s already half full. You hadn’t anticipated the ambiance; you always assumed such places to be seedy and tucked behind alleyways. However, this one was high-end and well-decorated, though dimly lit to enhance the atmosphere.

Partially distracted by the music and the bustling crowd, you miss your name being called. However, from the corner of your eye, you catch Troy ushering you to join him over at the bar.

“What on earth are you drinking?” you ask, watching him sip on a colorful fruit cocktail.

“A Big Dipper,” he flashes a cheeky grin and gestures his head down towards the bartender, a man with long hair and wearing a ball cap, sporting a Lord of the Rings shirt. “I wouldn’t mind trying his, if you know what I mean.”

Troy winks, and you laugh, shaking your head as you gaze back at the crowd of people settling into their seats at the various tables scattered throughout the club which surround the main stage area in the center. “Where’s Brooke?”

“She went to ‘freshen up’, which I believe is a euphemism for removing her panties in anticipation of throwing them at her next victim.”

“Come on, be nice,” you nudge, a slight laugh escaping your lips. Even though it might sound a bit harsh, it was an accurate observation. Despite being your closest friends, Troy and Brooke had always shared a unique love-hate dynamic.

After ordering a drink for yourself, Brooke runs across the room, nearly squealing as she grabs both your arms. “Hurry! I’ve found the best seat in the house tonight!”

She bounces excitedly on her way to the table, and your eyes widen in realization as you notice how close to the stage you all are.

“Oh no, no,” you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Oh, yes! You’re going to sit here and watch hot men undress and dance for your pleasure, and you’re going to enjoy it.” Brooke places her hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you down onto the seat.

You groan in response, rolling your eyes slightly with a huff. “Alright, but if we’re chosen, I’m not going up there.”

You’ve heard the stories from their previous performances about how they select audience members to receive lap dances, sometimes even lifting them onto their waist and carrying them through a full routine. The idea makes your face flush, not only because of the hot stranger gyrating on you, but also because of the thought of being on stage in front of an audience. That’s the part that worries you the most. It’s ironic for someone who dedicates their life to being watched by an unseen audience on Twitch, making it their career.

As the house lights dim and the stage lights brighten, Brooke starts stomping her feet excitedly beside you, grabbing and shaking your arm as the introductory music begins.

The first performer to step out is a man dressed entirely in black, including a long black jacket and sunglasses, appearing as though he’s stepped straight out of The Matrix movies. As heavy industrial techno music plays in the background, he begins to strip off layer by layer, revealing a pair of tight black pants and a strappy black tank top. A quick glance down at his pants confirms the reason for his choice of the stage name, ‘Thicky’.

It’s such an obvious name choice that it leads to Troy choking on his straw, causing both you and Brooke to burst into laughter.

The second performer, the drummer, descends from the ceiling, playing his drums with an animalistic energy that lives up to his stage name ‘Animal’. He’s already shirtless and headbanging to the rhythm, his bare, tattooed chest glistening with sweat, which is noticeable even from your seat in the audience. 

Next, ‘Mr. International’ steps out, another who’s clad entirely in black, similar to his stage partner, except for his hair is longer and his black pants are leather. He exudes a dominant aura as he struts around the stage, captivating the women in the crowd with his presence. Many of them increase their screams and even throw extra cash towards him as he approaches the edge of the stage.

When the final introduction for ‘Viper’ commences, you must resist the urge to burst into laughter as a towering, dark-haired man adorned in tattoos saunters onto the stage, exuding an aura reminiscent of an iconic character from Top Gun. However, the moment he begins shedding the layers of his ‘uniform,’ your jaw drops in awe, and your eyes widen with genuine admiration as he reveals his body, draped in a sleek black skin-tight tank, tattoos adorning almost every inch of his visible skin.

“I think we’ve discovered her kryptonite,” Troy remarks across the table to Brooke, but you barely notice it, completely captivated by the man and his commanding stage presence in front of you.

You can’t take your eyes off him during the show. He stands tall and handsome, exuding an aura of charisma that draws you in, even as the other men on stage begin their dance routine. For a fleeting moment, you swear his gaze locks onto yours as he scans the audience, and your heart races with excitement at the thought. Suddenly, an overwhelming desire surges through you to be chosen when the time comes for an audience member to join them on stage.

To your surprise, his eyes do meet yours when that moment arrives, and it feels almost like a scene from a movie as he approaches, raising a hand and beckoning you with his finger.

Each performer had already conducted their own routine with an audience member. ‘Animal’ had one sitting on his lap while he performed a drum solo and was suspended in the air once again. ‘Thicky’ performed a whole chair routine, giving them a lap dance. Lastly, ‘Mr International’ rode the signature Pony suspended from the ceiling with an audience member, grinding against them from behind.

Now, it’s the final routine with ‘Viper’. As you stand to take his hand, he guides you up to the stage, instantly pulling you against him.

Lifting you from the floor, he holds you up, then brings you to sit on his waist. From this close-up, you notice the faint shade of eyeliner around his eyes and how his body shimmers with body glitter, including subtle highlights on his face and along his cheekbones. Some of the glitter is already transferring onto you. 

Before you can become too mesmerized by the sight of him, he starts dancing along to the music, bouncing you slightly on his waist. It takes all your willpower not to burst into a fit of giggles, especially as his intense gaze locks onto yours.

When he lowers you to the floor, he continues to grind, wrapping your legs around his waist before rolling you both over. He keeps you seated on his waist, arching his back and rolling his hips upward in a smooth, rhythmic motion that vibrates between your thighs.

Suddenly, the urge to giggle is replaced by overwhelming embarrassment at how much you’re enjoying this, completely unaware of the room full of eyes watching you both, most of which are likely filled with envy as you both mimic riding him like he is your own personal pony, perfectly matching up to the lyrics of the song playing. 

By the time you regain your composure and the song reaches its end, you’re flustered as you return to your seat, fanning yourself with your hand as you walk back on slightly unsteady feet, unable to suppress the grin that stretches across your face.

“It seems like you enjoyed it more than you anticipated.” Troy leans in closer to you, speaking in a sing-song voice that elicits a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, hush,” you playfully swat at him. 

As the guys gather to perform their final routine of the night and take their bows, you swear you catch his eye once more, with ‘Viper’ shooting a cheeky wink down at you, sending a rush of heat through you.

You can sense, somehow, that this won’t be your final encounter with him. 

Craigslist guy: It’s just off Limes Drive. The house you’re looking for is the one on the corner.

You’ve read the message over and over again, for about the fifth time now, and you’re staring directly at something that’s definitely not a house on the corner of Limes Drive. In fact, it’s just an open piece of land. Suddenly, you start to wonder if you’re being Punk’d or if this person is actually a serial killer.

Pocketful of Sunshine begins to play as your phone rings. The caller ID displays Craigslist dude and panic starts to set in. Is he calling to reveal his sinister plan to kidnap and kill you?

It then hits you that watching those true crime shows before bed might not be such a good idea after all.

Clearing your throat, you answer, holding your phone up before speaking tentatively. “Hello?”

“Hey! Have you seen the house yet?”

“What exactly am I supposed to be seeing?”

“The house!”

Is this guy serious? “There’s no house here.” You look back at the patch of land and huff. “Listen, if you’re calling to waste my time—” He cuts you off abruptly.

“Woah, woah. I’m not wasting anyone’s time. I’m standing outside right now.”

You search around because either he’s lying or you’re blind. There’s no one in front of you, and just as you turn around completely, you catch a guy waving from his driveway. “Is that you? The tall guy who’s waving?”

“Yes! See, I told you it was here.”

“You mentioned the corner of Limes Drive!” You growl through bared teeth.

“No, I said it was just off Limes. But you’re here now, so come over and take a look around!”

He sounds so unbothered by the fact that he was wrong, amused even, and somehow that irritates you slightly.

Pocketing your phone, you quickly glancing both ways before crossing the street, and running up to the drive, stopping before the guy waiting for you. Recognition washes over you as you come face-to-face with the same guy you were not only watching strip last night, but had even performed on stage with him.

He looks different when he’s not under those stage lights, without the faint eye makeup or covered in glitter. The same body glitter you still have stuck to you this morning, even after showering.

“You’re Viper, aren’t you?” Your gaze narrows, and you notice his lips curling into a grin.

“You’ve heard of me? Wait…” His gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a slight warmth spread through your body as recognition dawns on him. “You’re the girl from last night, aren’t you?”

Your hand instinctively reaches up and rubs against the side of your neck at his recollection of you. “That’s me. Or, you know...” You offer him your name, extending your hand for a proper introduction.

“Well, you can call me Noah then.” Somehow, you hadn’t quite anticipated what his real name would be, but it being ‘Noah’ didn’t even cross your mind.

As he guides you up the driveway and into the house, he starts rambling about the house’s features, almost repeating most of the information mentioned in the Craigslist ad.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Noah asks, momentarily glancing down at you.

You nearly miss his question, too preoccupied with admiring the intricate tattoos adorning his arms and neck.

“Hmm? Oh! I’m a Twitch streamer,” you respond, dismissing it and following him through the house as you take in the rooms.

“Wait, seriously? Do you have a complete setup and everything?” You catch the way his eyes gleam and start to quietly laugh. It’s genuinely endearing, both his interest and the enthusiasm in his tone.

“Yeah, it’s not perfect, but I’m gradually making progress.”

“So, you have the dream job, right? You play games for a living.”

You take a moment to ponder the idea because while it’s your dream job, it comes with its challenges. However, seeing his excited expression makes it difficult to shatter his heart with the harsh reality of being a Twitch streamer, especially in the current climate.

“I suppose so, yeah.”

“Perhaps I could join a stream sometime. If you need a skilled dancer to keep the audience entertained, I’ll be your man.” He raises his hands and points his thumbs at himself, the gesture eliciting a laugh from you.

For a fleeting moment, your mind wanders to alternative ways he could be useful on stream. Many streamers collaborate with others, but you can’t help but find yourself drifting into more explicit thoughts.

Your eyes fixate on his mouth, watching the way it moves as he speaks, and the brief licks of his lips between words. The sensation it ignites in you is even more intense than the night before when you were on stage with him, but you swiftly shake your head, dismissing the thought.

If you intend to accept his roommate offer and move in with him, you need to stop having any and all inappropriate thoughts about him.

“And the pool is just out there,” you finally regain your focus as he guides you through the kitchen, gesturing towards the back door. Your eyes then fall upon the boarded-up doggy door. 

“Why did you board up your doggy door?”

“To stop my ex from coming back.”

Great, so he's a misogynist, you think, completely taken back by such a comment.

“I wasn’t kidding about the crazy ex mentioned in the roommate ad. My previous one somehow managed to squeeze through the doggy door.”

“Oh…,” realization dawns on you. As you glance over at the doggy door once more, you can’t help but wonder what man could make you act so crazy that you’d crawl through a doggy door to get back with him.

“We managed to last another two months after that, so it wasn’t a terrible idea on her part. I thought boarding it up after our last breakup would prevent her from literally crawling back into my life and my home... again.”

For a moment, you find yourself staring at him, completely unsure of what to say. Were you sorry about the breakup or his ex’s sudden reappearance in his life? Either way, it felt like an insensitive thing to say.

“Let me show you where your room will be!” he says, leading you upstairs and pointing out his other roommates' rooms: Jolly, the guy nicknamed ‘Mr. International,’ and Davis, another friend who works at the club.

“The dog is actually Davis’,” he informs you.

“Oh, so you lied on your Ad. That’s very naughty,” you tease, but he just laughs and gives you a soft ‘yeah,’ as if he were a child being scolded for something minor. He’s innocent either way.

Reaching the room and the en-suite that will be yours, you step inside and begin exploring. You size up the space and assess the room’s condition.

Turning back, you see Noah standing in the doorway. “My room is just next door,” he says. “I promise you’ll have your privacy. There’s even a lock on your door if you need it, see?” He gestures to the door handle.

You feel a sense of ease knowing you’ll have your own space and a potential safety measure already installed.

“I really like it,” you whisper under your breath, nodding as you take in the room once more. Compared to your current apartment, it’s more spacious, and the rent is almost half the price.

“It’s yours if you want it!”

“Uh…” Did you want it? It was the perfect size, and there would even be space to set up your streaming equipment. You’d have your own bathroom, a pool, and a dog. 

There are perks, but you can’t help but feel a slight twinge of embarrassment when you look back at Noah and remember the night before, when he had you bouncing on his waist, simulating outrageous sexual positions in the form of dance moves.

“Sure. That would be great.” You move towards him, stopping at the doorway, where you meet him still standing there. It amuses you how close to the door frame his head reaches and makes you realize that you’d misjudged his height when he was on stage.

“I promise I don’t usually make a habit of moving in with a guy the day after he grinds on me,” you add, trying to keep the mood light and softly laughing.

“Okay,” he says.

Maybe he doesn’t catch your joke, or maybe he just thinks it’s an odd thing to say. Either way, Noah’s reply makes you wish you hadn’t said anything at all, and for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

You can only hope you won’t regret agreeing to move in with him.

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[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Nicky 💀

[lilgarbitch]

Touch, Torture, and Tattoos- Nicholas Ruffilo (One shot)

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

CW: tattoos/ description of getting one, bit of shitty plot, lots of dirty filthy evil smut 🤭, SassySubby!Nick (more like bratty switch), unprotected p in v(naughty lil fuckers), creampie, cockwarming???, my shitty writing 🫶🏻

Word Count: 10.8k👀

Author’s Note: Just a quick lil thing. Don’t ask what came over me to make this. Just know that I’m not to blame😇 (i wrote the smut before the plot so the opening is ass ngl)

Viewer discretion is advised. 18+

You sat in the slightly uncomfortable metal chair of the tattoo shop, trying to entertain yourself on your phone. Nick was quiet as he focused on the leg of the client in front of him, not wanting to make any mistakes, so you made sure you did your best not to distract him. 

The boys had time this week to relax and do what they wanted, for once not having to be in the studio or travel for an interview, so you happily accepted their invitation to spend time with them since you haven’t had the chance to see them in a while. 

The group and you mainly hung out at their house, either watching movies, swimming, making a mess in the kitchen, or chatting about how life used to be before they got big. It was nice that they finally had time to just relax and have fun in the mix of their busy schedules. And you were definitely happy that you were finally able to see Nick again. You had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, instantly being attracted to his humor and his gorgeous looks, but pushed the feelings away once they started getting busier, knowing that there wasn’t even time for a relationship, even if he felt the same. But that didn’t stop the feelings from slowly resurfacing and becoming more than just a crush every time you had the opportunity to spend time with him.

Every time all of you hung out, your attention always seemed to fall on him more than the rest. Even when watching a movie, your eyes always trailed towards him. You never made it obvious, though. You did your best to treat them all the same, treating them like brothers. The last thing you needed was to make it awkward, or even worse, create so much tension you couldn’t see them anymore. But the tension that had been building inside of you was becoming torture.

Nick had known of this break for a while now. Itching to get back into tattooing, he asked a friend of his if he could use his studio for a day, then asked around if anyone was looking to get a piece done. He had two offers, and you happily told him that you were willing to get another. Not that you weren’t always down to get a new tattoo, but you mainly offered so you could spend more time with him. You loved spending time with the boys, and absolutely enjoyed hanging out with all of them, but when a rare chance came to get alone time with Nick, you just had to take it. 

You two had been here since early this morning. He told you that you didn’t have to come in until later in the day, but almost seemed sad to say, like he regretted spending most of his free day away from you. But with the offer of being the errand runner and grabbing us lunch, he happily obliged. Not that he needed any convincing, but he had to pretend like he felt bad making you spend half the day doing nothing but sitting in the shop with him. 

Your attention gets pulled from your phone as his client stood up and walked to the mirror to check out their new tattoo. Nick chatted with them for a few minutes, getting payment set up and wishing them a good day as they left, pleased with the new piece of art on their body. 

He walked over and sat down in the chair by you, stretching his back after being hunched over for an hour. 

“I love doing this, but god, does my body hate it,” he mumbled as he stretched his arms over his head. A small sliver of skin caught your eyes as his shirt raised with him, but you quickly blinked away any inappropriate thoughts and looked back up at him just in time for him to settle and glance at you. 

“So, you ready?” he asked, clapping his hands together with a smile on his face. You couldn’t help but match his smile. 

“Always,” you said as you stood up from your chair. 

He stood and walked over to where he had your piece already drawn out and prepared on a stencil. You two had been shooting ideas back and forth for the last few days, and eventually landed getting a skeleton hand. One of the few remaining spots you had open on your skin was on your rib, right below your breast, so you decided that getting the hand to fit the curvature of your body would look pretty cool.

He grabbed the stencil and walked over to you, so you lifted your shirt, holding it right below your bra. He eyed the space of blank skin, then held the stencil up to it. After a few moments of him lining it up perfectly, he finally placed it. You both walked over to the mirror so you could check the placement. After turning your body a few times, making sure you liked where it was, you told him it was perfect. 

You walked over to the bed and laid down, tucking your shirt under your slightly lifted bra, and angling your body in a way where the stencil could be easily worked on. He set up his table with everything he needed and then got himself sat and pulled up next to you, ready to start. 

“All good to go?” he asked, making sure you were officially ready to start, and you nodded. 

You did your best to relax, but tattoos in this area were hard not to focus on. So you mentally prepared yourself as he reached out and held your side and brought the needle to your skin. But the sensation of his touch completely overpowered the pain of the needle.

All you could focus on as he began working was the way his gloved hand held and pulled at your skin. You didn’t know if you were glad that you didn’t have to focus on the needles, or if this feeling was much worse. He was touching such a sensitive area, and you had to try your hardest not to blush or react in any way. 

His finger grazed against your skin, causing you to shiver. He stopped and looked up at you with a concerned look. 

“You okay?” he asked, assuming that was because he just went right over bone. Knowing you’d just stammer your words, you nodded.

But your eyes locked onto his as he looked up at you, and your mind went blank. The look of concern mixed with something you could distinguish in his pretty blue eyes fueled a fire inside you that you needed to extinguish as fast as possible. You blinked and turned your head away, trying to get that look out of your mind. He finally went back to working on your tattoo, and you forced yourself to focus on the pain, needing it as a distraction. 

After about an hour of grueling torture, him constantly being so sweet, and you forcing yourself to keep your mind off him and on the needles repeatedly hitting your skin, he finally finished. 

“Let me just wipe one more time and then you can go check it out,” he said as he scooted his chair back and grabbed the green soap. 

“Okay,” you said, sighing a breath of relief. It wasn’t over just yet, but you finally had a break from the torture. 

He came back over, gave you one last wipe, and then moved back, giving you room to stand so you could check it out. 

You walked over to the mirror and eyed your new piece, a smile forming on your face. It was really good. Not that you hadn’t expected it to be, but it was thankfully worth being so close to him for an hour straight. 

“I love it,” you said with a smile, turning to him. His eyes snapped up from your body and to your face, almost as if he had been caught staring, and he mirrored your smile. 

“I’m glad. Now let me wrap that and I can close up shop,” he said as he quickly turned to grab Saniderm. 

His mind raced as he went to wrap your new tattoo, needing to be quick so you could finally put your shirt down. The last hour had been absolute agony, being so close to such an intimate part of you. He had to use every fiber in his body to keep his focus on your tattoo and not let his eyes glance up at your slightly exposed under-boob. 

You were sitting on Nick’s bed, back pressed against the wall, scrolling on your phone as he worked on his laptop, occasionally typing away as he answered his emails. He said he had to get a few done, and offered to let you hang out in his room with him until the rest of the guys got back from doing who knows what.

You did your best to entertain yourself as he worked, but you mind kept trailing back to how close you two were earlier. How you could almost feel his breath on your skin as he worked on your new tattoo. The way he kept glancing up at you, checking to make sure you felt okay. You couldn’t get that look out of your mind. His pretty eyes just looking up into yours, holding more emotion that he let on. You had been so worked up since the tattoo started, and it wasn’t going away. 

At this point, you had stopped scrolling and were just staring off into space as your mind wandered, imagining the emotions you could get his eyes to portray. Every thought that you had pushed away was now flooding your mind since he wasn’t focused on you, and being alone in his room with him did absolutely no help. 

You finally come back to reality, only to notice him glancing at you in your peripheral. You glance over, but once he realized he had been caught, he quickly focused back onto the screen in front of him, causing a smirk to form on your lips. Was he actually losing focus because of you?

“Getting distracted, Ruffilo?” you teased, causing him to tense slightly at being caught. Your mind was glazed over with how turned on you were, and you couldn’t stop yourself anymore. You just wanted to mess with him. 

He cleared his throat, not taking his eyes off the laptop, and did his best to act nonchalant as he responded, “Huh? Oh. No, just thinking.” 

“Good. You wouldn’t want to miss any important details,” you teased with a smirk still on your lips. He let out a small huff and playfully rolled his eyes as he looked at you. 

“I would never. I’m a professional,” he said, making you bite back a giggle. He was so cute when he tried to play things off.

“Oh, I know,” you responded with an amused smile. He raised an eyebrow at your smile. He did his best to keep a cool demeanor, but couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at your expression. 

“Then why are you teasing me?” he asked, pretending to be annoyed. You gave him a playful scoff. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning offense, making him chuckle. He turned in his chair and looked at you, crossing his arms. 

“Oh sure you don’t. You’re just the picture of innocence,” he said sarcastically, causing you to giggle. 

“Yeah. That’s one way to put it,” you replied, a smirk tugging on your lips. He couldn’t help but smile at your giggle, it causing a strange warmth in his chest. But your smirk was causing a much more intense reaction in him that he had to hide.

“But you’re awfully sassy for someone who tries to be so innocent,’ he teased, his tone turning playful, with a hint of flirting. He was enjoying this playful banter between you two. 

“Sassy?” you said, trying to hide the amusement in your voice as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. You’ve got quite an attitude on you.” He teased, chuckling at your act. You crossed your arms and tried thinking of the best comeback, but none were coming to you. 

“Well you’re easily distracted.” you finally said, giving him a playful grin. He raised an eyebrow at your comment. He tried to play it off, but there was a pang of embarrassment in his chest.

“Easily distracted? Me? I’m never distracted.” he protested, trying to sound confident.

“Oh yeah? Then how far along are you on those emails?” you teasingly asked, pointing to the laptop sitting on his desk. His eyes glanced over to the laptop, one that showed a half written email, and mentally cursed at himself. He had gotten distracted thinking of you, and then let you distract him even more with the playful bickering.

“I’m…uh…almost done,” he lied, trying to salvage what dignity he had left.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, a laugh escaping your lips. He tried to keep a cool demeanor, but he was getting more flustered as you teased him.

“Yes. I’m serious. I’m almost done,” he repeated, trying to sound more confident this time as he turned back to his laptop. 

“Good, because I’d feel bad if I was the reason you couldn’t get any work done,’ you said, amused. He could feel his face getting more flushed. He tried to come up with a witty comeback, but all he got out was a flustered stammer. 

“Y-you’re not the reason..I just..got distracted, that’s all,” he managed to get out, making you smirk as he finally admitted to being distracted.

“Then what’s got you so distracted?” you playfully asked, causing him to tense up. He didn’t want to admit it, so he tried coming up with the most convincing answer. 

“I don't know..I guess I’m just tired from having to focus on tattooing all day.” he lied, now pretending to be more focused on this half written email on his screen. 

You nodded with a grin on your face, not actually believing him, just having a lot of fun messing with him. He knew you didn’t believe him, but he was just thankful you stopped pushing the issue. He let out a sigh as he started typing again, doing his best to focus on the words, but he couldn’t stop letting his mind travel to you. His eyes involuntarily trailed back to you, causing you to smirk. 

“Do I need to leave?” you teasingly asked, calling attention back to how easily distracted he was. His eyes widened slightly as he realized he had once again been caught staring, so he turned back to the screen, hiding his blushing face. 

“N-no, you’re fine. I’m just..lost in thought,” he said, trying to play off that he was just straight ogling you. You giggled and crawled across the bed, moving closer to him. 

“Whatcha thinkin about?” you asked, in a slightly annoying childish voice, wanting to tease him more. He swallowed hard as he heard you move closer to him. He tried his best to keep his composure.

“N-nothing important,” he lied. His eyes flickered over to you against his will, gauging how close you now were. 

“Well, it’s obviously important enough that it keeps distracting you,” you said, feigning a sweet tone. He let out a soft huff, getting frustrated at how easily you were getting to him. He shifted in his chair, trying to maintain some semblance of control in this situation. 

“It’s not important enough to share, trust me,” he said, his voice slightly strained. He tried keeping his gaze back on his screen as he felt the tension in the room grow thicker by the second, but his eyes trailed to you once more, curious as to why you were so quiet. Once his eyes landed on you, he saw that you were giving him a childish pout. He sighed, knowing that you always did that when you didn’t get your way, but he had to resist telling you the truth. 

“Don’t give me that look,” he said, trying to sound stern, but you giggled when you noticed the amusement in his voice. He let out a defeated sigh and leaned back in his chair as his resolve crumbled away at the sound of your laugh. 

“Fine. You wanna know what I was thinking about? It was you. I was thinking about you, alright?” He said, slightly embarrassed but also annoyed that you actually managed to pull it out of him. 

You raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting him to be so blunt and say it already. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know, but you were surprised he just came out and told you straight. 

“Oh, you were thinking about me?” you asked, once again bringing back your playful tone. His cheeks flushed more as he realized how bad of an idea it was to admit it. He didn’t want to, but you broke him down so easily. 

“Yes, I was thinking about you,” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. He kept his gaze on you, gaging your reaction, “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

“And what about me were you thinking about?” you asked playfully with a smug smile. This caused him to groan. You had been playing at his frustration and desire all day, and now that he was forced to think about you, he was struggling to keep those thoughts under control. 

“Everything about you. Your smile, your voice, your eyes…everything,” he said, his voice growing huskier. He shifted in his chair again, trying to alleviate the tension in his body. Your eyebrows raised slightly as an amused smile played on your lips. 

“Everything?” you asked, your tone teasing, yet slightly seductive, causing his eyes to darken. He could feel the tension in the room reach its boiling point, and he had to refrain from losing control.

“Yes. Everything,” he repeated, his voice getting closer to a growl as you kept pushing his buttons. He gave himself permission to rake his eyes over your body now that he knew he had nothing to hide, “I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try.”

“Did this start before or after the tattoo?” you ask, seemingly unaffected by his tone or actions. 

“Before. Long before,” he answered, his voice dripping with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes. He had developed an attraction to you a while ago, but being so close to you as he tattooed you just made it worse. 

“And how did you feel when I told you where the tattoo was gonna be?” you asked. You were enjoying this way too much. Just watching him lose it right in front of you. 

“I was…conflicted. On one hand, I was excited to finally get so close to you, but on the other, I knew it was going to be absolute torture.” he answered. You feigned offense at his playful choice of words. 

“Torture? You saw being so close to me as torture?” you teasingly asked. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. You had a mischievous glint in your eyes and he knew that you were enjoying this a little too much. 

“Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his tone getting more seductive, “Being so close to you, yet not being able to give in and.. touch you…it drove me insane.” 

“Well looks like you’re gonna have to stay insane,” you teased, shrugging. He was just giving you more and more opportunities to mess with him, so now you were going to keep riling him up and just not give him what he wanted. His eyes darkened more at your words, his smirk fading into more of a frustrated expression. 

“Don’t tease me like that…You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to touch you,” he said, his voice dropping to a low husky whisper as he leaned forward. You just gave him a smug smile as you relaxed back, supporting yourself on your hands as you met his gaze with a mischievous look. 

“And that’s why I’m not gonna let you,” you said bluntly. His eyes widened at your serious tone, his face turning into a mixture of desire and determination.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, tempting me like that just to deny me. It’s cruel.” You just shrugged, amused with how easy it was to egg him on. 

“You can’t do anything about it. I won’t let you, so you’re just gonna have to suffer from a distance,” you said nonchalantly with a smirk playing on your lips. He took a deep breath and glared at you. 

“You make it so hard for me to be a gentleman,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, his eyes raking over your body hungrily, “You’re so damn tempting, sitting there all smug and teasing me like that,” 

You let your eyes slowly trail over this figure, seeing how tense and worked up he was, before landing back on his eyes with a mischievous smirk on your lips. He’s making it so easy to get him riled up, and it just makes you more excited to finally break him. You knew this was all an act. He wanted you to think that you had no control over him, but in reality, he was wrapped around your finger. 

“Hey, I said you couldn’t touch me. But if you’re nice, maybe I’ll touch you,” you said in a stern yet seductive voice, getting quieter towards the end. His breath hitched as you spoke and his body tensed at the thought of you touching him. He looked at you with a mix of desire and desperation in his eyes, slowly breaking. 

“You’re killing me here. How can you say something like that and expect me to behave myself?” he said, his voice straining as he struggled to maintain his composure. You so badly wanted to make a face, finally cracking down on his faux dominance, but you knew exactly what you could do to get him to finally break. You gave him a teasing pitiful pout.

“Because you wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?” you asked in a soft teasing yet seductive tone. His eyes widened as the words left your mouth. He swallowed hard, doing his best to keep his composure, but his mind and body had already given in. It took a few moments for him to respond, but he gave in.

“Y-yes…I wanna be a good boy for you..” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. A proud smile formed on your lips, happy that you finally got to him. 

You scooted back on the bed, creating a space for him, before patting the spot next to you. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between your face and the spot on the bed. He was torn between his desire to give in to your every whim, and his pride, but ultimately, the desire won and he slowly stood up and walked to the bed. 

He sat stiffly, trying to maintain some semblance of control over himself, but his body was tense with anticipation. He looked at you with a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his eyes, waiting for your next move. Taking that as a sign to continue, you softly pushed against his shoulders until he was now lying down in front of you. He didn’t resist, but just tensed at your touch. He watched you intensely, his heart racing in his chest as he waited to see what you would do next. He felt vulnerable in this position, completely at someone’s mercy for the first time, but there was a sense of trust and excitement in his eyes. 

Enjoying the adorable man completely giving himself to you, you gave him a warm smile as you softly started tracing your fingers against his stomach, trailing them over his hips and down his legs, giving him a glimpse of the new dynamic. His breath hitched at your touch, his skin felt extra sensitive as he was not used to being so vulnerable, but also loving it.

“Now remember, no touching,” you said softly yet sternly as you looked into his eyes.  

“I..I won’t touch you…I promise,” he said, his trembling voice barely above a whisper. His body felt like it was shaking with desire, but he was determined to be good for you. 

You gave him a soft smile and a quiet, ‘Good boy,’ as you continued teasing your fingers across his body. He just watched and took in the feeling as you started trailing your fingers down to the hem of his shirt. You hooked your fingers under and pulled up until there was just a delicious thin strip of bare skin between his waistband and shirt, and softly traced your fingers over it, watching his reaction as you teased him. 

Nick’s eyes fluttered shut and a soft gasp caught in his throat as he felt your fingers brush against his bare skin. He could feel his body responding to your touch, his skin tingling with every gentle graze of your fingers. He was completely under our spell and he knew it. He let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes to look up at you, his gaze filled with desire and submission. 

You bit back a smirk as you caught his gaze. You knew that he was falling deeper and deeper under your control and you loved it. You looked back down to where your fingers traced against his skin and slowly moved them up, bringing the shirt with them. He watched as you slowly lifted his shirt, exposing more and more of his skin to your touch. He could feel the heat rising in his body, and his breathing grew heavier with each passing second. 

You were going to tease him for as long as he let you, so once the shirt lifted to right above his navel, you leaned down and started softly littering kisses on his bare skin. His breath hitched as he felt your lips touch his skin. The sensation flooding his mind, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. His eyes closed as his body overreacted to your touch. 

“That feels so good…” he managed to whisper out, his voice thick with desire. He wanted to touch you so badly, to get you to speed up, but he knew he had to resist. He was determined to let you take the lead, even if it killed him. 

You looked up at him with a playful gaze as you started trailing kisses higher and higher, lifting the shirt with you. You just wanted to see how long it was going to take him to start begging for more. As he felt your lips trail up and his shirt rise, he opened his eyes and looked down, meeting yours. He had a look of desperation and admiration, and you could tell this was slowly driving him insane. 

“Please…don’t stop,” he begged, his voice ragged. He was struggling to keep his composure as his body tensed and trembled with desire. He was completely under your spell, willing to do anything to keep feeling your touch. 

Once his stomach and chest were on full display, you continued to litter his skin with soft kisses, occasionally licking and nipping at sensitive spots. This caused him to lose himself in a haze of pleasure, his body responding to your every touch. He let out a string of low moans and soft gasps and his back arched, pressing himself against your lips more.

“F-fuck…you’re driving me crazy,” he managed to gasp out, his voice laced with need and desire. 

You were enjoying the sight of him falling apart under your touch, so you slowly started upping your game. Trailing kisses back down his chest and stomach, you slid your hand onto his thigh, softly rubbing it, moving your hand up and down, and occasionally rubbing his inner thigh. He let out a soft gasp as his body started responding to your touch, his muscles tensing and his breath picking up. Enjoying his reactions, you started moving your hand higher, getting a little too close to his growing bulge. He let out a strangled moan as his hips involuntarily bucked slightly in response. 

“Please…please don’t tease me like that,” he pleaded, his voice almost a whine and filled with desperation. He was growing more and more frustrated and desperate with each passing moment, his body aching for your touch. 

“Be a good boy for me, baby,” you said softly, with a slightly demanding tone. As much as you enjoyed his begging, you’d never give in. You were going to make a mess of him. 

Nick shuttered at your words, his body responding instinctively to your command. He wanted to be good for you, to obey your every whim. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to regain control over himself. 

“I-I’m trying…I’m trying to be good,” he gasped out, his voice strained. He could feel the tension building inside of him, the need for more growing stronger by the second. 

Humming appreciatively, your kisses started getting lower, now running along his waistband, and your hand moved higher, now brushing against his bulge. He let out a shaky airy moan, jolts of pleasure shooting through his body every time he felt you moved your hand. 

“Oh god… you’re killing me,” he whimpered. His body trembled in anticipation, him wanting nothing more than for you to touch him, to give him the release he so desperately needed. 

A small giggle erupted from your throat, the vibrations traveling to his sensitive skin. You lifted your head and just watched him as you started softly palming him through his jeans. A strangled moan left his lips as he felt the heat and pressure of your hand against him. Every time you rubbed your hand against him, he let out a small gasp, his body tensing in response.

“Please, baby…more…I need it so badly,” he begged, a desperate, pathetic whimper. 

“Beg all you want, my love, you’re gonna get what I give you,” you said with a slightly stern tone. He whimpered again at your tone, his body submitting to your will. He knew there was no use in begging, but he couldn’t help himself. The need for your touch was overwhelming, and he would do anything to feel your hands on him. 

“I’ll be good…I’ll do whatever you want,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to take pity on him. 

His eyes just made you want to tease him more. This was becoming too fun for you. To have so much control over him that he could look up at you with those pretty eyes, begging you to help him. It was like a drug, and you just wanted more. 

Keeping your eyes on his, you leaned back down and pressed your lips on the waistband of his pants, and slowly kissed closer and closer to his aching bulge. He watched with a bated breath as your lips moved closer. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body tense with anticipation. He desperately wanted you to touch him, to give him the release he craved so badly. He let out a shaky moan once you were so close yet so far from where he needed you the most. 

You gave him one final look, before placing a sloppy open mouth kiss against the height of his bulge. He let out a loud moan the second your lips finally made contact with it. The feeling of your warm mouth through the fabric was almost too much to bear, and he couldn’t stop himself as he bucked his hips up against you. 

“Oh god..yes…please..” he gasped out, his voice laced with need and desperation. He was completely at your mercy now, unable to control the way his body responded to you. 

Pleased with his reaction, you decided to step it up a notch and softly sink your teeth into it. Not enough to hurt him, but just enough for him to really feel you through the fabric. He let out a strangled cry. The sensation was both shocking and pleasurable, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. His body shuttered as his hips bucked, desperately trying to get more friction.

“F-fuck…do that again…please..” he gasped. He was completely lost in the moment, completely lost in your touch. 

Even though you said you wouldn’t give in to his commands, you enjoyed the reaction too much. You softly pressed your teeth into him again, this time running your tongue along the fabric between them. He let out a loud moan as you did it again, the sensation of your tongue sending shivers down his spine. He was practically writhing beneath you now, his body wracked with pleasure. 

“God…I can’t take it anymore…please..let me cum..I need to come so badly,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse and desperate. The feeling was too much and he was ready to explode at any moment. You lifted your head and looked at him, giving him a pathetic pitiful look.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already about to cum?” you asked condescendingly. He let out a strangled whimper at your words, his face flushing with embarrassment. He knew it was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. He was so pent up, so desperate for release.

“I-I know…I’m sorry..I just can’t help it,” He said, his voice trembling. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy, “Please…just touch me…I need to feel your hands on me..”

You raised an eyebrow as you brought your hand back to his bulge, softly palming him again, giving him a small sliver of what he was begging for.

“And why should I do that?” you asked. He let out a shaky breath as he felt your hand on him again. His hips arched up against your hand, desperate for more friction. 

“Because…because I’ve been good for you. I’ve been doing everything you asked..please..just give me a reward..” He begged. He was practically panting now, his body trembling with desire. 

“Oh, you want a reward? After all the begging and commands for more, you think you deserve a reward” you asked, your tone condescending yet teasing. You hooked your leg over his and moved to straddle his thighs as a way to get more of an advantage on him. You began palming him again, this time much lighter so he couldn’t get as much pleasure from it, causing a whine of frustration to leave his lips. It was torture, and he could feel himself getting even more worked up. 

“Please..I’ve been a good boy. I’ve done everything you asked…I need this so badly,” he begged, his voice shaking with need as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. Smirking at his desperation, you moved your hand up to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button then unzipping them. You looked back up at him as your fingers started toying with the waistband of his boxers. 

“I don’t know. You’ve been pretty naughty, always bucking your hips even when I told you that you had to be good and not try to touch me,” you teased. He could feel his heart racing as you played with the waistband of his boxers and your words sending a shiver down his spine. 

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t help it. You just feel so good,” he gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper. He was desperate, willing to get on his hands and knees if it meant you’d give him the release he so desperately craved. You finally hooked your fingers under his waistband. 

“You gonna be a good boy and let me touch you?” you asked, your voice raspy with seduction. His eyes locked onto yours as he swallowed hard. 

“Yes..I’ll be good..Just please..please touch me..” he pleaded, his voice shaking with desire. He would do anything to feel your hands on him. Absolutely anything. You start to pull his pants and boxers down, but stop, right before his tip could peek out. It couldn’t hurt to keep teasing him, right?

“You know, I don’t know if I believe you. Maybe you should beg some more,” you said, looking back into his eyes with a mischievous look. He looked at you with pleading eyes, his desperation evident. He could feel the cold air on the sensitive skin of his tip, and it was driving him crazy. 

“Please…I’ll do anything. I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to. Just please touch me. I need it so badly. I need to feel your hands on me. I’ll be good. I promise.” A smile formed on your lips on your lip at his begging.

As much as you’d love to see him on his knees, begging to be touched, you figured you could just give it to him. You pulled down his pants and boxers more, just enough for his cock to spring out. The tip was red, hot, and desperate for attention. He let out a sigh of relief as you freed his aching cock. He looked up at you with a mix of desperation and gratitude.

“..Thank you…” he whispered out, his voice trembling. He could feel the cold air on his exposed cock, and it was driving him wild. He wanted you to touch him so badly, to relieve the intense pressure that had been building inside him.

He let out a low moan as you ran your fingers against his sensitive skin, his body tensing at the touch. He closed his eyes, his breathing ragged and uneven. As you wrap your hand around him and brush your hand over the tip, he let out a gasp, his hips bucking up involuntarily. 

“Oh god…that feels so good..” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. 

A string of curses escapes his lips as you start loosely pumping his cock, the feeling of your hand dragging against his skin sending waves of pleasure through his body. He tried to keep his hips still, but they kept bucking into your touch, seeking more friction. 

“Please…more…I need more,” he gasped out, voice hoarse with need. You stopped your movements and looked up at him.

“Stop moving and begging or else I’ll stop,” you said, your voice stern and condescending. He whimpered at your command, his body going rigid as he forced himself to stop moving. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his expression pleading. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t move or beg…just please…don’t stop,” he pleaded with a trembling voice. He desperately wanted to obey your orders, wanting to prove that he could be good for you. That he deserved this.

Humming contently at his words, you shift your position, now moving your hips closer to his until the base of his cock was pressed right against your covered core. He let out a strangled moan as you moved. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to thrust his hips up against you, but he forced himself to stay still, remembering your command. 

“Please…can I touch you? Just a little bit?” he begged.

“Good boy for asking, but no,” you said with a teasing smile. He let out a frustrated groan as you denied his request, but quickly forgot about it as you started rocking your hips against his cock, rubbing yourself against him. The feeling of your heat against him was almost too much to handle, and he had to fight the urge to grab your hips and pull you closer. 

“God…you’re so cruel..” he gasped out. You giggled as you stopped your movements. 

“Cruel? My love, you better watch your mouth,” you said with a mischievous grin. He swallowed hard as he realized what he had done. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help it. He was so desperate for you, so needy. 

“I’m sorry..I didn’t mean it. You’re not cruel, you’re just…driving me crazy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stared at you with his signature pleading eyes, begging for you to continue. 

You softly giggled at his apology. He just gave you a perfect opening to mess with him just a little bit more. He watched as you slid off his lap and stood beside the bed, a whimper escaping his lips, worried he actually ruined his chance at release. He looked at you with a look of curiosity and frustration, wondering what you were planning next. With your eyes still on his, you slowly moved your hands to your pants and undid them, before slowly pulling them down and stepping out of them. His eyes widened as you were now left in only underwear. 

With a smirk, you crawled back into the position you were in before, straddling his hips. He felt his cock twitch as he watched you and felt your bare legs now pressed against his hips. 

“Fuck…you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. 

He let out a low moan as you grabbed his cock and positioned it against your wet panty-covered core. The feeling of your wetness against him was too much to bear, and he involuntarily bucked his hips again. 

“Please..I need to feel you..no more teasing.” He pleaded, his voice thick with desperation and need. 

“I was gonna let you touch me, but since you keep making commands and bucking into me, I guess I won’t,” you said looking down at him sternly. His eyes widened as you spoke, making him curse under his breath, regretting his actions. 

“No, no, no..I’m sorry..please. I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ll be good. Just please..please please let me touch you,” he begged, his hands still gripping the sheets tightly. He was desperate to feel your skin against his, to feel the warmth and softness of your body. You hummed as you debated his words. 

“Thighs only,” you said as you watched the way he gripped the sheets below him. He let out a sigh of relief as you agreed to let him touch your thighs, albeit just your thighs. He let go of the sheets and reached up to grip your thighs, his hands finally being able to slide up and down your soft skin. 

“Thank you…thank you so much..” he whispered, his fingers softly digging into your flesh. He massaged and gripped at your thighs gently, trying to show you how grateful he was for even this small amount of contact. 

You hummed at the feeling of his large hands on your thighs. Slowly and softly, you began rocking your hips as you watched him. Nick let out a shaky breath at the feeling of your core rubbing against him, driving him insane. He gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he fought the urge to thrust up against you.

“God…you feel so good. I wish I could feel you without these damn panties in the way,” he groaned through gritted teeth, his voice strained with need. Pleased with his reaction, and secretly agreeing with him, you slipped your hand down and slid your panties to the side. 

“Your wish is my command, my love,” you said as you pressed your now bare pussy against him. A loud moan left his lips as he watched. The feeling of your bare skin against his was almost too much to handle, and he couldn’t hold back much longer. 

“Oh..f-fuck..that’s so much better,” he gasped out, his hands sliding up to grip your hips, pulling you closer.

“Hey. Thighs only, remember?” you said sternly. You enjoy the way he pulled you, but you couldn’t have him thinking he can just get away with doing what he wants. He quickly let go of your hips, grumbling in frustration, but obeyed your command and brought his hands back to your thighs.

“Sorry..you just feel so good..I couldn’t help myself..I want to feel all of you..” he whimpered. 

“Be a good boy, and you will,” you said as you started moving your hips again. He fit so perfectly between your folds and rested perfectly against your clit, rubbing it every time you moved. 

He watched as you moved, his eyes fixed on the spot where you were connected. The feeling of your slick folds against his sensitive skin was almost too much, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. 

“I’ll be good..I promise. I’ll be the best boy for you, just please..don’t stop,” he gasped out. He gripped your thighs tightly, trying to control himself and not buck his hips again. 

You held him closer to your core, applying more pressure. You hummed a moan, loving the feeling of him rubbing against your clit. He groaned as he felt his cock throbbing against you. He could feel your arousal dripping down his shaft, and it was driving him wild. He wanted nothing more than to grab your hips and thrust up into you, but he knew he had to be patient and wait for your permission. 

The pleasure of his cock dragging against you was so nice, and you needed more. You let go of him and moved up his hips more, your core now right above him, and started grinding into him. Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt him rubbing through your folds and against your clit so perfectly. His eyes widened, and he let out a guttural moan, the feeling of your slickness against him becoming too much to bear. He could feel your arousal coating his cock, and he desperately wanted to be inside you. 

“Fuck…you’re so wet…so hot..” he gasped out, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter. 

The feeling of his hands gripping you in pleasure and need just added to the feeling, causing you to speed up your movements and applying more pressure, needing to feel him against you more. His hands gripped your thighs tight enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if they left a bruise, the pressure and friction against his cock becoming almost unbearable. He could feel his release building up inside him, but he fought it, not wanting this moment to end. 

“Please..I need more, I need to be inside you, I need to feel you clenching around me,” he pleaded, his foggy mind causing him to whine. You couldn’t agree more. He let out a gasp as you grabbed his cock and positioned it at your entrance, the feeling of the tip pressing against your slick heat sending shivers down his spine. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to continue. 

“Please…please let me inside. I’ll do anything,” he pathetically whimpered. 

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to let out a frustrated groan as you teased him. He could feel his cock twitching as you slowly took him, desperate for more.

“You’re torturing me..please..I need to feel all of you,” he begged, his hands returning to your hips and desperately grabbing at them. You wanted to scold him again, but felt as if you teased him enough, so you let it slide as you finally sank down on him. 

Nick let out a loud moan as your hips met, the feeling of your tight walls enveloping him was overwhelming. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold back from thrusting up into you.

“Oh..god..you feel so good,” he gasped out, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your core, causing his eyes to shoot back to you as you pressed his fingers against your clit. Quickly understanding, he began rubbing circled against your sensitive nub as you began moving up and down. 

“Oh yes..just like that,” he groaned, his other hand gripping your hip tightly as he tried to hold on for as long as possible. 

A low moan left your lips. The feeling of him filling you up so perfectly, mixed with him rubbing your clit was mind-numbing. You involuntarily clenched around him in pleasure, causing a strangled moan to leave his lips. The feeling of your walls tightening around him almost sending him over the edge. He continued rubbing you, but his movements became more erratic as he fought to hold back his own release. 

“You’re so tight… squeezing me so good..” he gasped out, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside you. 

You couldn’t fight back the sounds that wanted to escape your lips. He just felt so good and you could feel yourself getting closer. You just needed a little more. 

“Nick?” you whimpered out, causing his eyes to shoot up and meet yours with a dark look of desire. 

“Yes, my love?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need. He continued rubbing you, his fingers moving faster and harder against you, hoping to bring you closer to your release. You had to fight back gasps as you said the words you knew he wanted to hear. 

“Fuck me,” you sternly pleaded, needing him to take over. His eyes widened at your plea, his heart racing in his chest. He had been holding back for so long, so he couldn’t resist any longer.

“With pleasure,” he growled as his hand moved back to your hip, his grip tightening as he began to thrust up into you, meeting your movements with powerful strokes. 

Instantly, loud moans left your lips as you brought your hands up to his chest, leaning on him for support as you gave him full control. He groaned as you gave him a better angle to thrust into you. He could feel your body trembling, and he knew you were getting close. 

“That’s it, baby…Let go. I’ve got you,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he pounded into you relentlessly, finally not having to hold back anymore. 

Your eyes squeezed shut and your eyebrows furrowed as pleasure coursed through your body with each thrust. Your release was approaching faster and faster. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew you were getting close. 

“You’re so close, I can feel it. Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he growled, his own release rapidly approaching. 

With a few more thrusts, you came undone. A loud moan fell from your lips as your head dropped and pleasure took over your body. Nick watched as your body shook in pleasure and he let out a loud groan as he felt your walls spasming around him, the sensation officially pushing him over the edge. 

“F-fuck,” he grunted, his hips stuttering as he thrust up into you a few more times before spilling himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside you. 

Another loud moan left your lips as you felt his hot cum spill into you. You involuntarily clenched around him more, milking every last drop before collapsing onto his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel your heart beating wildly against his own, and he couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of being so close to you. 

“Fuck…that was amazing,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from exertion. He ran his fingers through your hair and gently stroked your back as he basked in the afterglow of your orgasms.

Once you both finally calmed down, your heartbeats gradually slowing down as you came down from your high, he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, feeling a wave of affection wash over him. 

“You’re amazing, my love,” he murmured against your hair, his fingers still gently running through it. You hummed at his praise and affection, bathing in the dopamine. He chuckled softly at your response, his hands now tracing soothing circles on your back. 

“You’re so quiet now. I think I wore you out,” he teased. A smirk formed on your lips. There was no way you were going to let him bask in that small moment of dominance. You looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek, ready to pull out your winning move. 

“Yeah, you were such a good boy, Nick,” you said softly, giving him a proud look. His eyes widened and he felt a slight shiver run down his spine, loving the praise. 

“You think I’m a good boy?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he leaned into your touch. You softly brushed your thumb against his cheek. 

“Such a good boy. Listening to me and making me feel so good,” you said with a teasing seductive tone, softly clenching around him still inside you to really prove your point. He let out a low moan, his cock still sensitive from his orgasm. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of pleasure at your words and actions. 

“Oh god..don’t..don’t do that. You’re gonna get me worked up again,” he groaned, his grip on you tightening slightly as he tried to control himself. You giggled mischievously at his reaction. 

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you asked playfully. Nick shook his head, a mixture of amusement and frustration on his face. 

“No, we wouldn’t. But you’re making it so hard to behave right now,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. He shifted slightly underneath you, trying to adjust himself so he wasn’t so sensitive, but it was difficult with you still wrapped around him. You hummed, amused. He was just making this too easy. 

“You’re a good boy, Nick, I know you’ll behave,” you said softly as you ‘absentmindedly’ shifted into a ‘more comfortable position’, so your hips were slightly raised, him still halfway inside you.

Nick let out a soft groan, his cock twitching as you shifted. He could feel your breath on his chest, and the feeling of your body pressed against him was driving him crazy. He tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths and focusing on your words. 

“I’m trying..but it’s not easy when you’re being so tempting,” he muttered, his hands moving to your hips, gently rubbing circles against your skin. 

You giggled softly. This wasn’t anywhere near over for him. He was smug now, but you were going to break him until he cried. With your head still lying on his chest and a sweet smile on your lips, you very slowly started moving your hips. Pressing them down torturously slow so he sank back into you, then lifting them so he dragged back out of you. He let out a strangled moan, the slow and deliberate movements driving him crazy. He gripped you hips tightly, trying to control himself as you teased him. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he groaned out, his eyes closed as he tried to focus on anything but the feeling of your body against his. 

“Just be a good boy and ignore me,” you said sweetly as you continued your movements, loving the feeling of him slowly dragging in and out of you. 

He let out a low growl, his fingers digging into your hips as he fought to follow your instructions. He desperately wanted to thrust up into you, to take control and make you his, but he knew that you were testing him. And he couldn’t let himself disobey your orders. 

“It’s not that easy,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the way your ass moved up and down on him. 

“Just think of anything but the feeling of your cock slowly pumping in and out of me,” you teased, your tone full of faux innocence. His eyes darkened at your words and he let out a frustrated huff. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Torturing me like this?” he asked, his voice laced with both desire and annoyance. He tried to think of anything else, but everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was the image of you riding him. 

“Torturing you would be forcing you to stop touching me again,” you teased, a mischievous smile forming on your face. His grip on your hips tightened as his eyes snapped open and looked at you. 

“Don’t you dare,” he said, his voice low and serious. You were right, but he was already struggling to control himself as is. 

Hearing his challenge, you lifted yourself so now you were holding yourself up on your hands and knees, able to easily rock back and forth to continue teasing him. His breath hitched in his throat, this angle making it even more difficult to resist the urge to thrust up into you. You looked straight into his eyes with a mischievous look. 

“Don’t challenge me, love. I absolutely will if I have to,” you said, your tone condescending yet seductive. 

“You’re such a brat, you know that?” he growled, his voice low and husky. Despite his frustration, he couldn’t help but find your confidence and control arousing. You brought your hand to his jaw and held it, forcing him to look at you. 

“Now now. Don’t be mean. I could make this absolute torture for you,” you said sternly with a smirk. His eyes narrowed as his gaze was locked on yours. He knew you had the upper hand in this situation, but he couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration and excitement at your dominance, wanting to test it. 

“And what exactly would you do to me, hm?” he asked, his voice dripping with defiance. You raised an eyebrow at his tone. 

“You really wanna know?” you asked, your tone both teasing yet threatening. His expression darkened, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. 

“Yes, I do. I want to know what you’d do to punish me for being mean,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He couldn’t resist the temptation to push your buttons, even if it meant getting himself in trouble. 

You let out a huff at his bratty attitude. Within a blink of an eye, you grabbed his wrists and held them above his head as you fully sunk down on him, using your body weight as leverage to keep him pinned. He gasped as you moved. He struggled against your grip, but found that he couldn’t break free. And the feeling of being completely inside of you again caused a moan to rumble deep in his chest. 

“Oh god..you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of desire and frustration. You leaned down so your lips were close to his ear. 

“You tested me. You wanted to be a naughty boy, so now you’re stuck like this,” you whispered harshly into his ear, causing him to shuttered and tense beneath you. He couldn’t tell if he hated being restrained like this, or if it turned him on even more. 

“I-I didn’t mean to be naughty. I can’t help myself when you’re being such a brat,” he protested weakly, his hips twitching as he tried to move against you. 

He was really pushing his luck now. You tightly clenched around him in punishment as he called you a brat again. He let out a low groan, the feeling of your tight walls gripping him making it difficult for him to think straight. He finally gave in.

“Watch it.” you said sternly. 

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to call you a brat. You’re just so damn irresistible when you’re in control like this,” he whimpered out, a hint of frustration in his tone. 

“I’m glad you enjoy it, because now you’re stuck like this. I’m not moving,” you said harshly. He let out a frustrated whine at your words. 

“You can’t leave me like this. I need more. I need to feel you moving on me,” he pleaded, his hips shifting beneath you in a futile attempt to get some friction. You just pressed your hips into his more as your grip on his wrists tightened.

“I can do as I please. And it’s not so bad right? Feeling my tight pussy around you as you’re restrained to the bed. You get to think about the way you came in me. The way you thrusted in me and how I moaned in pleasure. The way my body shook as I came around your cock,” you whispered in his ear, your voice both seductive and menacing.

He let out a low whine as you effectively immobilized him. Your words sent shivers down his spine and he could feel his cock twitch inside you as he thought about everything you said. 

“You’re evil,” he whined, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he struggled against your grip on his wrists. 

“That’s what you get when you’re a naughty boy. You’re lucky you even get to feel me. I could tie you to this bed as I play with my pussy in front of you and never let you touch me,” you whispered menacingly into his ear. His eyes widened at your threat, and he felt a pang of desperation in his chest. 

“No, no, please don’t do that. I’ll be good, I probably. I’ll be your good boy,” he said quickly, his voice a pleading whine. The thought of being denied any further contact with you was too much to bear. 

“Oh? So you wanna be a good boy again?” you ask condescendingly. He nodded vigorously, his expression full of submission. 

“Yes, yes, I do. I’ll do anything you say. I’ll be your good boy, your obedient slave. Just please, please let me touch you. Let me feel you,” he begged, his voice trembling with desperation. A small amused huff left your lips. 

“Sorry, my love. You haven’t proved yourself just yet. But I’ll give you a chance. No touching. No moving. Got it?” you asked him sternly. He let out a frustrated growl, but nodded in defeat. 

“I got it. No touching and no moving. I’ll stay still like a good boy,” he said, his voice tinged with resignation. He was desperate for your touch, but he knew he had to obey your rules if he wanted any chance of being rewarded. 

You let out a hum of appreciation as you began moving your hips again. He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to move. Instead, he focused on your words and kept his hands firmly pinned above his head, even though every fiber in his being was screaming for him to try and touch you.

You two finished cleaning yourselves up and getting dressed again. You were cuddling on his bed, whispering sweet things to him, praising him and complimenting him. Telling him how good he was and how pretty his eyes looked when he looked up at you like that. He just softly hummed at your praise, staring up at you in adoration as you spoke. 

That’s when you heard the door downstairs close and a stampede of feet come into the house, causing you two to scramble up and out of his bed. You both took one last look at yourselves, making sure the previous event wasn’t painstakingly obvious, before opening his bedroom door and going back to the places you were before. Him on his laptop and you nonchalantly scrolling on his bed. 

You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned to the door to see a smiling Noah appear. 

“Show me the new tat,” he said excitedly, causing you to laugh.

You sat up and lifted your shirt, holding it right below your bra. He got closer and looked at it smiling. 

“That’s sick! It really fits you. Nick did a good job,” he said as he examined it. You smiled and turned to Nick, who was watching you two. 

“Yeah. He did really good,” you said, secretly winking at Nick since Noah’s eyes were focused on your new piece. 

Nick blushed and turned back to his laptop as Noah stood back up and looked at you. But then his eyes caught something. 

“And what’s that?” he said, a smirk forming on his face as he pointed to your neck. The fresh love bite, still forming on your skin.

[ladyveronikawrites]

SHOW ME WHERE THE DELICATE STOPS

Bridge Part Three

Pairing: all of bad omens x female reader

cw: fivesome, orgy of sorts, vaginal fingering, vaginal fisting, cum eating, boot licking, boot fetish, oral (m and f receiving), hand jobs,  voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, use of blindfolds, hands as handcuffs, orgasm denial, tones of d/s dynamic, aftercare, overstimulation, swearing, dacryphilia; there's a lot so if I missed any please let me know!

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title comes from 'Jaws' by Sleep Token 💜 divider by @saradika-graphics

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You find yourself blindfolded and straddling Nick Folio’s lap. You know it’s him because of his smell and well–

Your mind flashes back to hours before.

“Last call!” you hear Nick shout over your shoulder. You look down at your smartwatch to find it is well before 2 am. You hear some grumbling from the regulars but soon enough they all close out their tabs. One of them gives you a stink and all you give them is “Sorry, boss’s orders” and a shrug. Two women are bickering in the corner but you pay no mind. You don’t know why he is shutting down the bar early. It’s very strange for him on his first day off from the tour, usually, this place would be packed.

It had been a year since you and Nick took joint ownership of the bar. You still hold bootblacking every Tuesday night and his motorcycle club meeting on Friday Nights. It took a few months to get all of the rustic furniture in; not to mention the antique bike parts and instruments refurbished as decor sprinkled about the bar. Only when you got the stamp of approval from Nick for the design for the “Third Base” sign out front did it all come to fruition. 

The old jukebox remained, but everything else had been updated. The brick wall behind the bar showcased a wall-mounted motorcycle, which Nick’s father had passed down to him. Due to the success of the band, he was never able to fix it up enough to ride it, but he was able to shine it up and put it out on display. The day the bar opened, his father nearly wept. He was so proud of Nick and he was also proud of you; saying how glad that he was that you were a part of Nick’s life.

During the day, you two make a great team as business partners, and at night you host play parties upstairs. And when Nick had a break from touring, he would throw huge parties to celebrate. 

Tonight seems to be different. When you breathe in Nick’s scent you can feel the air shift making the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. You can hear footsteps thudding against the concrete floor and the smell of leather, gasoline, and cigarette smoke swirls in your lungs. It was familiar– but with your lack of sight, it took you a moment to place it. The motorcycle club. There weren’t nearly enough footsteps to be the whole gang, so most likely Folio’s elite along with the rest of the band; despite not being official members, in Nick’s eyes they were, and as president that was good enough for him. 

“Wha-” A finger pressed against your lips silences you. Nick leans forward, his hot breath against the shell of your ear sending a shiver up your spine. “Honoring a wish,” his tone is deep and husky. “You’ve been working so hard while I was away…” He plants a searing kiss on your temple before nipping at your earlobe. “You’ve earned it.” 

Your mind begins to reel trying to understand his cryptic message. What wish? What does he mean? When you adjust yourself for support by placing your hands on his chest; it’s then when it all connects. His erection rubs against you and you suck in a breath. He huffs a laugh, pulling you closer to him. 

“Remember what you told me before I left for tour? That drunken text you sent?” He litters kisses on your cheeks between words making your brain fuzzy. He nips at your earlobe before whispering the word in your ear. Instantly your pussy throbs at the thought of him fulfilling one of your fantasies. 

“Really? I-It’s not too weird or awkward?” You start to babble your mind racing. “You don’t—” Nick silences you with his lips. You welcomed the taste of him; whiskey, and the remnants of his cigar. It was familiar and comforting like relaxing by the fireplace on a cold wintery day.

You hear boots shuffling closer, body heat and cologne from another flooding your senses. Suddenly, you yelp in pain when a hand fists your strands tilting your head back. Digging your nails into Nick’s sides for stability, he groans and then gasps, wet sounds and smacking lips filter into your ears. The sound alone heats your core. 

“Fuck Jolls,” Nick curses breathlessly, and the other huffs a laugh in response. You find yourself a little jealous that Jolly tore you away from Nick’s perfect lips. 

“Awh Nick, someone's jealous,” Jolly taunts above you. 

“Good,” Nick teases, caressing your chin. “We have a long night ahead of–” You hear the door slamming shut and hushed whispers. 

“I’ll be right back,” Nick bites out, his tone cold and sharp as a knife. Nick lifts you off of his lap only for Jolly to wrap his arms around your middle caging you in.

“Just you and me for a little while,” Jolly whispers into your ear. “What do you think about that, hm?” 

Your heartbeat skyrockets at his proposal— with your eyes still covered,  your mind immediately flashes vivid images of his hands around your throat and his rings pressed against your bare flesh– a long-time fantasy of yours.

“Yes…please,” you whine desperate for any touch since Nick left. Without another word, a large hand adorned with silver rings envelopes your hand and drags you outside and up the staircase to the apartment above the garage. 

You’ve only been in the apartment a few times as Nick rents it out as an Airbnb which happens to do really well, especially in the summer and autumn months. 

You hear the door shut behind you as Jolly leads slowly you through the apartment into the bedroom. You yelp when he pushes you onto the mattress. Suddenly he crawls onto the bed caging you in with his body. His proximity sets your body alight making your pussy throb.

“Don’t move darling, I’ll be right back.” He sucks a lovebite to your neck that has you moaning when he rolls off of you. Your body starts to tremble with anticipation. With your eyes covered, your other senses heighten. You hear every single step he makes outside of the room.

With a gasp, the door swings open again but this time you hear boots and bodies shuffle in. There’s a collective whisper between the others in the room that has your heartbeat soaring. You can’t see but you can sense whoever is in the room is staring right at you. You don’t know who else is in the room or how many there are yet just the idea of others watching you heats your body from the inside out. 

“Good girl,” Jolly coos, his voice is soft with an edge of roughness. “I hope it’s ok that I brought some friends.” It was more than ok. “Pleeease,” you whimper, body writhing and hungry to be touched.

Jolly chuckles as you hear him approach the bed, “Relax sweet girl, it’s going to be a long night.” Long fingers tilt your chin to the side. Jolly plants a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Some of Folio’s crew is here to watch us as it's their initiation. I know you are going to be so good for us.” He trails kisses along your jaw to the other ear. “I have two really good boys waiting to tend to you at your feet. Are you ready?”

“Yes! Yes please!” your voice is raspy and full of desperation. 

Your breath hitches when you hear Nicholas and Noah say, “Thank you, mistress,” in unison. While Jolly continues to kiss you, your mind wanders to the night when Nicholas worshipped at your feet and Noah fucked your boots. A harsh pinch to your covered nipple catches you by surprise causing you to bite down on Jolly’s lip. Your body tenses with fear but instead of a reprimand, Jolly groans exploring your mouth deeper with his tongue. 

“Do that again and I just might have my way with you first.” 

You whine when he pulls away from you but suddenly light filters into your eyes once more now that the blindfold has been removed.  At your feet, you watch as Nicholas and Noah kiss up and down your boots – one daring to nibble at the delicate skin of your thigh just at the hem of your short shorts.

“Fuck.” You shut your eyes tight as the pain intensifies with every lick and suck of Noah’s mouth on your skin. At the same time, Nicholas unzips and slides off your boots and socks. Overwhelmed by the soft and rough touches to your body you start to giggle. 

“You’re a lot of trouble, you know that?” Jolly smirks. You pretend to bite at the ringed finger close to your mouth, earning you a warning glare from the Swede. “Seems like you’re ready for more, hmm?”

What would have been a ‘hell yes’ turns into a surprised yelp when the men at your feet pounce between your spread legs to unbutton your denim shorts and rip off your panties leaving you utterly exposed to everyone in the room. Jolly moves to the end of the bed as  Nicholas and Noah take their place on either side of you. With every step, Jolly takes closer to your body laid bare your heartbeat pounds thump thump thump.

You sit frozen as time slows and Jolly licks his lips staring at what he can't wait to devour.  Despite the warm lips and hot breath on your face, you remain entranced. Noah litters sweet pecks to your cheek as Nicholas whispers, “Get ready, doll.” 

Leaning back into the pile of pillows for support, you melt into the sensations as Nicholas and Noah pepper kisses to your cheeks and neck.  Jolly slowly lowers himself to your core, a satisfied hum rumbles from his throat when he swipes a finger through your silken folds.

You feel your arms being guided upwards as the guys in tandem lift your tank top up and over your head. In an instant, your bra has been unfastened and tossed unceremoniously on the floor. Trembling slightly, goosebumps cover the freshly exposed skin. Simultaneously, Nicholas and Noah entwine their fingers with yours, binding you to them.  Nicholas' other free hand explores your soft supple skin, the rough callouses rub against your breast. Noah takes your chin, pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss.  It's all teeth and tongue just as Jolly nips at the flesh of your inner thigh right where Noah bit earlier. 

“Fuck!” You pull away to curse, glaring down at Jolly only to find his face hovering inches from your now slick folds. “...me,” you gasp when his gaze bores into you, his dark lust-drenched eyes forever etched inside your mind. Your head rolls back into the pillows screwing your eyes shut tight, giving into the sensation of Jolly’s tongue against your sensitive bud. Jolly teases your entrance with his thumb before sliding two fingers in you. He scissors his fingers in you stretching you wide. Your back arches and you bite down on your lip.

“You’re so wet, darling,” Jolly groans. “Think you can-”

“Don’t you dare hold back,” Noah commands. That’s all the permission you need to let loose the moan from the back of your throat. 

“Please please please,” you start to beg as Nicholas flicks his tongue over your nipple as Noah pinches the other. 

“Oh,” Jolly chuckles. “She loves that… fuck.” He thrusts his fingers slowly in and out as Nicholas and Noah alternate kissing and sucking on your tits and kissing each other. The sight of them entangled above you makes your skin heat. Noah pulls the sweetest sounds from Nicholas when he tugs on his hair. 

“Goddamn,” Jolly moans sliding another finger in. You gasp at the stretch, feeling full. 

“Feeling good, sweet girl?” Nicholas coos.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan squirming under their touch. You need more, crave more. 

“Come on, baby girl you can take it.” Jolly practically growls as he slides his whole hand in.

“Fuckfuckfuck…fuuuuck.” Your curses melt into a moan as he stretches you out wide with all of his fingers. At this point your whole body is limp and your brain is full of a blissful emptiness you barely register the door opening and closing. 

“Goddamn,” you hear Nick curse. You can feel his gaze bore into you, but you don’t have the strength to open your eyes to acknowledge his presence. Suddenly, a moist tongue circles your clit as Jolly’s fingers curl into a fist.

A hand moves to your lower belly and presses gently. “Holy shit, Jolls I can feel you!” Nick says astonished.

You suck in a breath as Jolly’s hand shifts inside you and Nick returns to your clit while Nicholas and Noah alternate kissing your tits and your lips. It’s all so overwhelming that your building orgasm takes you by surprise. Your fingers tighten around the hands that hold you down at the same time you bite down on whoever’s lips are on yours. 

Jolly gently unravels his fist inside you to thrust his long fingers one more time as Nick sucks your clit between his lips. Nick and Jolly press down your trembling thighs as Nick drives you closer to the edge with his tongue. Without warning, the floodgates open between your legs as Jolly slides his hand out.  A warm tongue instantly dives into your hole, licking and sucking your release. Your body starts to tremble from overstimulation, but the mouth on your pussy doesn’t relent. 

Gasping for air, Noah pulls from your lips yet keeps your wrist pinned to the mattress. He and Nicholas kneel beside you to give your lips and tits a rest. When you open your eyes you find Noah and Nicholas above you fighting over Jolly’s slick hand. Mesmerized, you watch them lick and suck at his fingers. Their desperate moans distract you briefly until Nick pulls your attention back to him with his lips between your folds. Consumed with pleasure you barely register the whispered “good boys” as Jolly turns from the bed.

“What’s your color?” Jolly asks as he settles down on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Green,” your voice rasps from disuse. 

“Boys?” Jolly asks the others. 

“Green sir,” Nicholas and Noah say in unison, sitting pretty on their knees waiting for the next instruction. 

“How you are feeling, honey?” Nick asks.

“Really good, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last.” You look down at Nick and your mouth pops open when you catch him lining himself up to your entrance. 

“The boys beside me are getting a little restless… toooo.” Your head rolls back against the pillow and your eyes shut tight as Nick stretches you wide with his cock. Your hands reach out for anything to grip onto. Nicholas gasps and you pull your hand away so quick as if you touched fire. Nick must have noticed the brief interaction when you feel him still inside you. 

Embarrassed, you battle the nerves bubbling in your belly and peer up at Nicholas. Your cheeks flame red and you wish you could curl into yourself and hide but his soft voice calms you instantly. 

“It’s ok darling, you can touch me… there,” his breath catches as you wrap your fingers around his shaft. “...and I think Noah would like that too.” His suggestion fills you with a new wave of confidence. Slowly, you reach out to Noah, your fingertips grazing his semi-hard cock. Stroking him gently, he hardens instantly under your touch. You find a good rhythm quickly with the moans and whimpers that fill the room.

“You are simply divine,” Nick purrs against your silken folds. His voice rumbles deeply cutting through the soft sounds that surround you. When your eyes meet his, your brain goes blank and your gaze softens. Your arms get heavy causing you to halt your strokes and tighten your grasp. 

“Look at what you do to them,” Nick casts his gaze to Nicholas and then to Noah as they fuck into your grasp. 

“P-please,” Noah hiccups, sobbing faster. “More.” Without warning, he rests one hand on your shoulder and wraps the other hand over yours as he assists in stroking himself. His large hand swallows yours as he takes control of the speed, allowing him to decide how he jerks himself off. If you watch his cock slide in and out of the O shape hole you made with your hand you’ll explode. 

“Nick please,” Nicholas whines as he uses your hand to stroke himself faster. “Please hurry, I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” With heavy lids, you catch Nicholas’ eyes shimmer, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.  

“Don’t ask me,” Nick smirks. “Ask–” Before you can even get a word out, Nick folds your legs up to your chest and sinks into you moaning your name.

“C-can we…” Nicholas sniffles as more tears slide down his cheeks.

“Can we cum, mistress?” Noah asks, his voice is high-pitched and pained.

You lock eyes with Nick. His brown eyes are dark and drenched in desire. A small smirk curls the corner of his lip as he slams into you over and over again. You suck in a gasp when two of his thick fingers circle your clit. You can’t help but moan “Cum with me boys.” Your legs tremble and your arms ache from the stroking two cocks. Nearing exhaustion you sink into the mattress letting the guys use you to chase their climax.

Anticipation makes your pussy clench when Nicholas and Noah announce that they are about to cum. 

“God, this is so fucking hot.” Jolly’s words are just enough to throw you over the edge and you take the boys with you. Screwing your eyes shut, your body goes taut as cum splashes over your chest and tummy. The mattress suddenly groans when Nicholas and Noah flop onto the bed beside you breathing heavily. 

Blinking a few times, your eyes flutter open to the sight of Nick staring at you as he was ready to pounce. Glancing over you spot Jolly lazily stroking his still hard cock. Your mind briefly wonders how he– 

Without warning a small giggle erupts from your throat when Nick licks and kisses your tummy. His fingers dig into your sides where he finds your most ticklish spot. His body is warm and slick with sweat when he settles down onto you. It’s simultaneously comforting and suffocating but when he rests his head on your breasts and looks up at you with his puppy dog eyes you can’t help but smile. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks as his thrumb brushes over your cheek. As your mind stumbles over an answer you hear Jolly moan and Nicholas and Noah bickering.

“I…” You want to tell him how amazing it was. How confident and sexy it made you feel. How your heart rate skyrocketed when Jolly touched you… “Amazing,” you sigh as your eyes fluttered closed. 

“Good,” he whispers before planting a kiss on your cheek. As you start to drift off to sleep you overhear Jolly offering himself to Nick. 

“Later honey, let’s get our girl cleaned up first and then I’ll take good care of you.” You catch the smile in Nick’s voice and it makes your heart flutter. 

Nick’s soft voice rouses you gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can order food.” 

You take his hand and he leads you to the en suite bathroom where you hear the shower tap running. In no time at all, both Jolly and Nick alternate washing you and themselves and Nick did, in fact, take care of Jolly… and you… a few times… in the spacious walk-in shower.

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[dsireland86]

So i had this idea of Poly Bad Omens x fem reader and maybe the boys start arguing about how they each think they know her style more so then they all decide to buy her a dress or outfit of what they think is her style and have her judge and choose who was closer to her style and maybe Davis and Bryan are just there to watch and laugh

Oh this is a cool idea. For the sake of time, I'm going with a dress and the twist will be the reader hates wearing dresses. Yeah, pretty sure she's might hate them more by the end of the story. 😅Also, I couldn't work too much of the arguing into the dialogue. Made it more of a bickering/squabbling type concept instead. Hope it works!

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"Bryan and Davis are here," Matt announced, looking at his phone. Sure enough, minutes later the front door opened and closed, and the two remaining members of their family were complete. Davis grabbed some pizza and Bryan opened a soda, sitting wherever there was room.

Movie night equaled the best night. All six of them, together, watching something either new or a favorite.

Y/N was snuggled up in the arms of Noah while her legs and feet rested on Nick's lap. After the shitty ass day she had, Y/N was nothing but happy to be right where she was with Nick lightly rubbing her feet, occasionally glancing over at her and smiling, and Noah holding her a little tighter than usual.

"The costumes in this movie are amazing," Bryan commented.

"They really are. Y/N could pull off wearing a dress like that," Noah stated, leaning down to kiss her head, but kissed the top of her mouth instead. Y/N looked up at just the right moment, just barely meeting Noah's lips with hers, but it was enough to satisfy her craving somewhat.

"Nice one," Noah grinned, lazily. "Are you in a Noah mood tonight," he said, half jokingly.

"I'm always in a Noah mood."

"Really?" Noah narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side.

"Really," Y/N answered sweetly.

The expression he wore made Y/N melt for him, dissolving every ounce of restraint she had.

"No, Y/N would look better in a more breathable dress, one that's like a light creamy cotton with little flowers and lightweight," Folio suggested."

"Oh, Folio I think I'd actually wear that one, even though I hate wearing dresses."

"Yeah?" Folio cocked a cute smile at her, his sweet brown eyes twinkling with sheer excitement.

"Yeah,"

"Just for me?"

Noah glanced over at Folio who was grinning ear to ear, and shook his head.

"You keep looking at me that way, making my heart race, and I'll do anything just for you," she snickered, squealing the moment Noah's fingers dug into her side.

"Hey, I thought you said you were in a Noah mood tonight?"

"I was, but that was before Nick looked at me like that," Y/N admitted sweetly, looking up at Noah.

Noah's hand traveled down beneath the blanket and right between her legs. Y/N gasped, her body slightly jerking, the moment Noah staked his claim on her for the night.

"Yeah, I don't see it," Noah denied, "but I don't care how he's looking at you. Tonight, you're mine."

"Oh yeah, who says?" Y/N teased, batting her doleful eyes.

"Me," he replied, his dark almond eyes boring into her. His lips fell on hers as he kissed her slowly and sweetly, making Y/N forget everything but him.

Nick's charming smile grew wide.

"You know what would look great on you, baby" Nicholas suggested, keeping his eyes glued to the tv, lost in thought. "One of those wool plaid skirts with a pair of fishnets and a pretty little top to go with it. Put your combat boots on and you'll have me eating out of your hand in no time."

"I already have you eating out of my hand, Nicky," she teased, wiggling her toes into his tummy. Nick shifted around in his spot, laughing as Y/N tried her best to tickle him.

"Alright, alright," Nick huffed through a laugh, trying to avoid his girlfriend's childish antics. "You do, you really do, okay. I give up," putting his hands up in surrender.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied.

Y/N stared at Jolly for a moment, completely enticed by the warmth irradiating from his smile. It was different and she liked it. A lot. Jolly shot her a quick wink before turning back to watch the movie.

"Hey I got one. I'm thinking our bumblebee could definitely pull off one of those pretty little dresses that girls typically wear in the summer with the big hats, what are they called?"

"Um... oh you mean a sundress!" Y/N replied more enthusiastically than a girl who doesn't like dresses should.

"Yes, that's it, a sun dress," Jolly smiled, lost in the thought of one. "Like the kind with the really thin straps and go about here," dragging his hand across his shin. "You'd look really pretty in that, Älskling."

Noah's loud laugh was echoed by Nick's.

"Well, I guess that leaves me to be the dirty mind behind this theory of what dress Y/N would look good in."

"Oh, fuck, Y/N cover your ears. Matt's about to get nasty!" Folio cried, throwing pieces of popcorn across the room at him.

"Yup, I sure am, because let's face it; most of us know what our little lady's hiding beneath the clothes she wears, and it's hot as fuck."

"Nooo!" Y/N cried, covering her face in Noah's arm, pulling the blanket up over her.

"Why are you hiding, princess?" Noah laughed lightly, looking under the blanket."

"Because."

"That's not a good enough answer."

"I'm not! Matt's crazy. He's out of his mind!"

"No, baby, the only one crazy is you for thinking you're not. How do you think you ended up with all of us?"

Y/N slowly pulled the blanket down and looked around.

"I just got lucky, I guess. You guys are the special ones for seeing what you see in me."

Noah hugged Y/N a little tighter, kissing her on the side of the head. Wrapping her arms around his, she relaxed against him, fixing her eyes on the movie.

Noah glared at his sometimes tour manager, but mostly best friend.

"Jolly, you're so freaking ridiculous. I can't believe you stole my idea!"

"Hey, it wasn't just me, okay. Matt's not so innocent either," Jolly said defensively.

Noah shook his head, turning around to refill his coffee, but was only met with two amused sets of faces. Bryan and Davis leaned against the kitchen counter watching all of the drama unfold. Noah's shoulders slumped.

"Seriously?"

"What?" Matt shrugged, cracking open his can of Dr. Pepper.

"Don't tell me you're in on it, too," he groaned before setting his cup down.

Brian and Matt both shook their heads.

There were mumbled agreements.

"Oh, no, we're not! But he is," Davis chuckled, pointing over at Folio.

"Okay, to be fair, I was the first one to give a description of a dress. You only told Y/N that she could pull off wearing a dress like whatever it was."

An eruption of grumbles and choice words filled the kitchen.

"Whatever. You guys do whatever. She'll like mine the best anyway."

"What the fuck, Noah! Prideful much?" Matt accused.

"No, I just have better taste and know what Y/N likes."

Y/N blinked a few times.

"What are you all fussing about so early in the morning?" Y/N muttered, sluggishly entering the kitchen. The arguing ceased, as many pairs of eyes followed Y/N over to the coffee pot where she gratefully accepted the cup of coffee Bryan had poured for her.

"They're all in a pissy mood," he stated, letting Y/N add the cream and sweetener.

"Why? Who peed in their cheerios?"

"You did?"

"What? What did I do!".

"Nothing directly, but you're definitely the protagonist ," Davis added.

"So remember that whole dress discussion all of you had the other night? Well, apparently it gave Noah an idea of getting you a dress and the others found out and did the same thing."

Bryan leaned back, bracing his hands against the kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry, they did what?"

"Each of the guys got you a dress, that's what they did. And the whole morning, Noah's been whining that they stole his idea."

"Davis and I have been standing here for a while watching the five of them fuss and squabble like a bunch of old ladies."

Y/N sat her coffee cup down, still trying to process what she just heard.

"They remember I hate dresses, right? I mean when was the last time any of you saw me in a dress?"

Bryan and Davis looked at one another and shrugged.

Watching the five guys she loved as much as she did, argue over something so stupid was driving Y/N crazy. It was way too early for it and after the restless night she had, she was willing to do anything to make it stop.

"Never?"

"Exactly! I mean what the hell! I don't do dresses. They should know that."

"Okay! Hey! Stop!"

Instantly, the room fell silent. Y/N's voice was stern, like that of a mom scolding her kids and the looks they were giving her were like the kids who just got scolded.

"What is happening right now?" Y/N asked more out of confusion than a need-to-know. "Why are you all arguing?"

No one spoke. Noah kept his eyes glued to the floor from the chair he was sitting in, Jolly stood next to the table with his arms folded over his chest, Nicholas leaned over the end of the countertop with his hands folded together, Matt stood next to Noah with his hands on his hips wearing the most annoyed expression on his face, while Folio leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the short hallway staring at Y/N with an amusing yet completely aroused look in his deep brown eyes. A slight smirk laid quietly in the corner of his lips, giving Y/N all the right kind of feelings she was desperate to feel.

Noah stood up and walked over to Y/N.

"I went out yesterday and bought you a dress; one I thought would look really nice on you and was planning on giving it to you today. But then I found out that these clowns went and did the same thing, totally ruining everything."

The fact that Noah was frustrated and irritated was obvious, but as annoying as it all was, Y/N couldn't discredit how perfectly sweet and kind his gesture was. The fact that he wanted to make her feel pretty, valued, appreciated even, melted the anger she felt. Pulling Noah's arms away from his chest, Y/N positioned herself between them and took Noah's sweet face in her hands.

"They didn't ruin anything, love. It was still your idea first and it will stay that way, okay?"

Smiling sweetly up at him, Y/N pulled Noah's face down to meet hers where she captured his lips with hers, pouring all of her gratitude and appreciation into the kiss. Noah pulled her closer to him, crunching up her shirt in his fists.

"But, since you thought so sweetly of me and took the time to buy one, I will make you a deal. I’ll try each one on and when I'm finished, I'll tell you who I think is the closest to my style and put an end to this stupid conflict.

"I couldn't fucking die happily every time you kiss me like that," he breathed when they let go of each other's lips, but continued holding the other's body.

"Feel better?" Y/N lightly laughed, caressing the side of her lover's face. Noah hummed, bringing their foreheads together.

"A little."

"A little is better than nothing," she smiled, letting him go.

"Alright, listen, since all of you got me a dress, which by the way, you all should know I freaking hate dresses, like a lot," she emphasized, turning to Noah, who just shrugged.

"What does the winner get? A trophy?" Nick asked. The day dreamy look in his eyes was all too enticing for Y/N.

"Me," she grinned. "The winner gets me in the dress for the entire night."

"Oh my god, what did I agree to," Y/N groaned, sitting on her bed with the five different bags, each of them holding her arch nemesis; the dress. Y/N couldn't put a finger on exactly why she didn't care for dresses like other girls did. There was just something about them that didn't sit well with her.

Breathing heavily, she stood up and undressed to her underwear, pulling the first dress from the bag.

"Wow, okay, this is kinda pretty."

Y/N slipped it on, admiring the knee-length, blue, and white cotton floral sleeveless dress that covered her body. It suited her for a dress. Spinning around, she checked herself a few more times, honestly liking how it looked.

The second was a close maybe; knee-length green rayon with mushrooms and butterflies, puff sleeves and a drawstring bust. It was very airy and cool against her skin. The color was perfect.

The third was a floor length, floral chiffon, dress. It had a banded waist and a sleeveless bodice and was absolutely gorgeous. The moment Y/N slipped it on she felt like a rich diva that belonged on a yacht somewhere in the Caribbean. The flow of the dress matched the feeling of a soft breeze on a warm summer day. It was perfect. But it wasn't her. And for the first time, Y/N realized what it was about dresses that she didn't like. Her. She didn't like how she looked in them.

Trying on the last one, a deep plum, jersey knit, shin length dress with a brown band, Y/N suddenly found herself in a hard place. She loved all of them. They were all her favorite and choosing just one was going to be tough. But she had to, and she knew just which one it would be.

Sighing, she removed the dress reaching for the next to last bag, pulling out a light green long sleeved, bohemian, country style linen dress, with wild flowers all over the skirt and sleeves. It had a low

V-neck that reached the spot right between her breasts and a brown band across the waist. It was perfect. Y/N loved everything about it, and the moment she slipped it on, she knew it was the right one. The question was, who bought it.

"The suspense is killing me," Jolly whined, grabbing Y/N by the hand when she walked past him. "Please say it's me," he whispered, grinning from ear to ear at her.

"Mmm, but I can't baby, that wouldn't be fair would it?" Y/N stated, gently pulling her hand away.

Bryan and Davis watched as if in full spectator mode, talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Alright here's the truth of it all," Y/N began, wringing her hands over and over because she was so nervous. She didn't want to hurt any one of their feelings by only picking one dress out of all the pretty choices. "This was a lot harder than I ever thought it would be. Turns out all five of you really know what I like or what you think suits me. I was surprised."

"Well, gee, thanks Y/N, you act like we only use you for one thing," Matt teased.

At first, Y/N wasn't sure if he was joking or not until he smiled, making her heart feel a little lighter.

"I'm kidding. Relax. We both know that's not true."

Y/N smiled and took a breath.

"Okay, so here it goes. Just please remember if your dress isn't in this bag, don't be mad at me. This wasn't an easy choice.

Closing her eyes, she reached into the bag and pulled out the dress, too scared to look at any of the faces surrounding her.

"I know which one it is, but I don't know who it belongs to, because all of you are being too quiet."

Y/N waited for what felt like forever until she could feel the presence of a body standing before her. She wanted to know who it was, but only by a kiss.

"Kiss me," she ordered him. She tilted her head, wanting nothing more than the lips of the man in front of her. She expected the kiss, not his hands to hold her face so gently as he did. The long, cool fingers that almost wrapped around her entire head, cupped her jaws, running the tips of their thumbs over her lips. He laid his lips on hers, kissing her softly, slowly, until it felt like the whole world around them was on fire.

"Open your eyes, princess," Noah whispered, and she did, and god did she love what she saw. The smile gracing his perfect lips, the twinkle in his soft almond shaped eyes, the soft sweet touch of his hands and fingers, all of it was making Y/N succumb to every single thought and desire for Noah that crossed her mind.

"I knew I was right about knowing you the way I do," Noah boasted, taking Y/N's arms and wrapping them around his neck. He lifted her up into his arms, where she wrapped herself tightly around his body, not caring at all where he was taking her as long as they were together.

"I know you inside and out, princess, like the back of my hand," Noah continued, "and how you clench around me when I'm inside you. I know just what to do to you to have you screaming my name and clawing my back, until you make me fill you completely."

Noah placed her on her feet once they were upstairs, where he took her by the hand and led her straight to his room

"How did you know to get that dress for me?"

Noah looked at her for a moment before answering, then slid his hand around the back of her neck.

"Because you like wildflowers. It was the first thing that drew me to it. It reminded me of you; my little wildflower."

Y/N beamed up at Noah. Then taking his hand, she pulled him into the bedroom, ready to fulfill her end of the deal.

[darksigns-exe]

strange magic - witch!nick ruffilo x f!reader

warnings: Discussions of mental health, depression, anxiety, mentions of self-harm, knife related injury

word count: 4.2k

notes: I’m reading The Full Moon Coffee Shop by Mai Mochizuki at the moment, and it might have influenced some parts of this.

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

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You don’t remember where exactly you’d heard his name for the first time. Someone in your circle of friends had mentioned going to see him about a minor health issue they’d been struggling with and that no conventional doctor had been able to fix. It had taken them one visit to cure said ailment. 

Now, you didn’t expect a miracle cure, but at this point you’d take anything. Whatever it takes to make this feeling disappear. No psychiatrist or therapist had helped, you’d tried everything. 

Magic or something akin to it didn’t seem too unrealistic of an option at this point. Your friend hadn’t been entirely clear on what this guy exactly did or was, all they had mentioned was that his methods were unconventional. 

Armed with the address and maybe a little too much hope, you set off. The place is located in a wooded area, set quite a bit back from the main road. You park near the front of the driveway and walk the rest of the way, just like your friend had told you to do. 

The twisted path that leads you through the woods turns you around entirely, and after a few minutes you have no idea which way you’re oriented or from which direction you’ve come. 

Every step leads you deeper into this forest. As the trees grow taller and thicker, light and warmth become scarce, and you pull your jacket tighter around your body to ward off the chill. 

The path makes another sharp turn and suddenly, you find yourself faced with an almost dream-like glade. Light pours into the space, filling it with warm, golden sunlight. In the middle, sits a lone cottage. It looks a little ramshackle, the roof is tilted in an odd way, and you think that some of the beams must be old and slowly giving into the weight of the roof. There’s something comforting about the place, though. 

The door swings open just as you reach the three steps that lead up the small porch. The glimmering little trinkets and chimes that hang from the roof above it catch your attention. Despite the mass of things that are placed all over the porch and in the windows, it doesn’t feel cluttered. Everything is where it needs to be. 

Your attention is drawn to a sun catcher that seems to be made out of broken pieces of coloured glass and mirror. The little specks of sunlight it scatters all across you and the space around you are mesmerising. Perhaps you should find one like this for your own home. 

“Pretty isn’t it?” someone speaks from behind you and you find yourself twitching with panic. 

When you turn around, you find that the source of the voice is a young man with dark hair. He squints at you for a moment, before an apologetic smile works its way onto his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Would you like to come in?” You’re sure that this isn’t the man you’re supposed to see, he seems way too young to be some kind of miracle healer. Maybe he’s an apprentice or other kind of aide to this Nicholas. 

You follow him into the cabin. The inside is surprisingly simple, yet incredibly inviting. Most of the space is taken up by a large wooden table. It has dents and scratches in its surface that tell more stories than any person could. Warm light floods through the room, but you can’t find a single light source. The fireplace can’t be responsible for all the light in here. 

“Sit. Please.” he motions towards one of the chairs by the table. 

You hang your jackets over the back of the chair before you sit. He doesn’t sit, instead he walks over to the wooden counter. You watch as he searches through one of the shelves, until he produces two mismatched cups and saucers. 

“I hope you found the place alright?” he asks, as he picks up a variety of tins from a different shelf. 

“A friend of mine came here a few weeks ago and her directions were pretty good.” you reply.

He nods sagely, as if he knows exactly who you are talking about. 

“Your friend is feeling better? Her condition was quite worrisome.”

“It’s almost as if she was never unwell.” 

Your answer brings a smile to his face, “That’s good to hear. I don’t usually get to hear about the people who come here after they leave.”

He walks towards the fireplace and with the help of a seemingly hand knit pot holder, he retrieves the kettle hanging in front of it. He then proceeds to fill both cups with water before returning the kettle to its previous place. 

He places one of the cups in front of you, while the other is placed in front of the seat to your right at the head of the table. 

“So – you heard that your friend found the aid they needed here and decided that you would follow in their footsteps and find me. What can I do for you?”

“You are Nicholas?” you finally ask as the puzzle begins to make sense. 

His cheeks tinge the faintest shade of pink, “My apologies. Nick is perfectly fine. Nicholas always creates that image of a wise old wizard, and I’m —” he looks down his own body, “Not that.” 

The tone of his voice makes you smile. 

There’s something awfully comforting about him. Something about him sets you at ease, despite the deep-rooted worry that sits in your chest.  

“Can I see your palm?” Nick asks gently, holding out his tattooed hand to you. 

You place your hand, palm facing up, in his and he carefully pulls your hand a little closer to him. He tilts your hand for a moment, as if he is searching for something specific. The pointer finger of his other hand traces across the lines and creases in your hand with a barely there touch. 

The noise he eventually lets out feels a little unsatisfied. 

“The metaphysical can tell us a lot. But it is not without faults. It doesn’t take an expert to see that whatever it is that worries you has been with you for a long time. I can do a lot of things, dear, but I cannot magic away feelings and emotions.” He says eventually, “I can however try to help you find the root of this. That is the best I can offer you.”

For a moment, you feel defeated. Another person who wouldn’t be able to help. At this point, it really does feel a little hopeless. The darkness slowly creeps into your vision, that awful tightness returns to your chest. You can feel yourself getting dizzy and –

And then Nick’s hand curls around yours. It doesn’t stop the panic entirely, but his touch slowly the creeping darkness significantly. 

“Try to breathe. You’re safe here.” his voice soothes your nerves, wraps around you like honey, “Only very few people have left this place without an answer to their question, and I don’t think that you will be one of them.”

You don’t know why, but you want to believe him. 

“So many people said that they could help, but nothing ever came of it.” you say quietly, “I just want to stop feeling this way.” 

Nick lets out a heavy sigh, “I know what it feels like to feel left alone. If I could, I would take all of it away. But unfortunately, in this case, altering the mind is not something I’m allowed to do. I will try to help you as best as I can, though.” 

He gives your hand a little squeeze, before he releases it again.

Nick is silent for a moment, seemingly mulling through his thoughts. He gets up then. The scrape of his chair against the wooden floor takes you by surprise. He utters a quick apology, before he disappears into a distant corner of the room.

You finally have a moment to inspect the space around you. It’s as close to a witch's hut as you could imagine. Bundles of dried herbs and flowers dangle from the low wooden beams that support the upper level. Every surface is covered in trinkets and items, and you’re sure that they all have their designated spaces. The cobblestone wall above the fireplace is adorned with a pentacle made out of what you think is willow branches. They’re woven around each other to give it more structure, and in the space between the branches small flowers have been placed. You faintly remember reading that pentacle being are used for protection. 

Your eyes drift across the cluttered table in front of you and eventually land on your still steaming cup of tea. You finally take a sip of it. 

The taste of it is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You can’t identify every component of it, and really it doesn’t matter too much. All you know is that it feels like a long overdue hug. The first sip is enough to fill you with a comfortable warmth, like rays of sun falling through the trees on the first warm morning of spring. 

You take another sip, once again savouring the subtle sweetness of the tea. You’ll have to ask Nick what’s in this. 

Nick is still out of sight somewhere, but you can hear him rummaging around in the distance. You’d expect yourself to feel uncomfortable being somewhat alone in a stranger's house, but everything about this place felt so comforting that you couldn’t possibly feel out of place. 

Something catches your attention then. The quiet scratching of claws against wood, followed by a slightly croaky purr makes you scan across the space to find the source of it. Your eyes land on the tuxedo cat that emerges from the lower compartment of one of the many overstuffed bookshelves. The cat stretches and shakes itself before it looks around the room for a moment. It wanders under the table, and you freeze up, trying not to scare it away. When you peek under the table, you see the cat coming towards you. It takes a moment to inspect you, before it moves past you pressing its body against your calf. 

You hear the cat hop onto something behind you. Turning around to check, you see that it has settled onto a pillow on the windowsill, lounging in the little sliver of sunlight that falls through the window there. 

Nick returns a little while later, carrying a few books in his arms. He stops, cocks his head to the side, and then smiles. You realise then that he’s not looking at you, but the cat.

“Now you show your face.” he shakes his head, “Where were you when I could have used your help, huh? Out fraternising with that damn vampire's cat, I bet.” 

He sets the books down on the table. 

“That’s Jerry. He’s supposed to be helpful.” he says, glaring at the cat, “He doesn’t usually show his face when I have visitors. Looks like a good omen to me.” 

Nick takes a sip from his own cup. He closes his eyes for a second and lets out a content sigh. 

He files through one of the books, turning the open pages towards you. 

“I can’t make it go away, but I can give you things that might help.” he offers, “How is the tea?”

“It’s really nice. I wanted to ask about it.”

Nick sits up a little straighter then, “Lemon balm, lemon verbena and lavender. I’ll fix up a jar for you to take home.”

He continues to explain a meditation method he’d read about a while ago. Nick shakes off your concern about having tried meditation before. 

“This is different. I think it’s worth a shot. I have some incense somewhere that might help too.” 

That evening, when you drive home, your chest feels a little bit lighter already. Maybe it’s just the idea of someone being so willing to help you. Nick has no ties to you, no reason to be this invested. But he’d still sent you home with a freshly mixed jar of the tea you’d had earlier, a written up version of the meditation technique and several cones of incense with a crescent moon holder. 

You’d also agreed that you’d come back the following week to report back. In the meantime, Nick would do research of his own to see what he could do. 

You’re not sure which of the things helps, but when you set out to see him again a week later, you find yourself feeling actually excited. 

Your visits become more and more frequent. Over the weeks, you learn that Nick doesn’t like to venture into town, and so you offer to take care of his errands there in return for his help. Weekly visits become twice a week, and before you know it, you find yourself stopping by at Nick’s whenever you can.

 Your mental health makes working pretty much impossible, and having something to do again feels genuinely good. On some days, Nick puts you to work in the garden behind the cottage. On others, you get to watch while he works on whatever it is he does in the kitchen. 

It’s almost November when he asks you to help him with the apples. 

“What exactly are we making?” you ask as you continue to peel yet another apple. 

“Half of these will be crumble and the rest compote.” 

You turn to watch Nick tip flour into a large ceramic bowl. Your momentary inattentiveness makes your knife slip. You drop it as soon as the pain hits. 

“Shit.” you cry out, wrapping your hand around your pointer finger.

Something behind you clatters, before Nick pushes himself in front of you. 

“Oh no.” he says quietly, pulling a kitchen towel from one of the cabinet handles. 

He presses the towel to your finger, before he steers you over to the large table. 

“Sit.” he urges, “Hold the towel there, I’ll be right back.” 

Nick rushes off into what you now know to be the bathroom. He returns with a few supplies a moment later. He kneels down in front of you, carefully taking your hand into his. 

“Let’s see.” He peels the towel away, and you can’t hold the wince, “I’m sorry, dear. I know.” 

He wipes the wound clean with a fresh towel, careful not to agitate it more. 

“It’ll be good in a moment.” Nick soothes, “Just have to see how bad it is.” 

The sound he makes then tells you that it’s quite bad. 

Nick picks up one of the small tins he brought over from the bathroom. He applies some of the salve to the cut. It stings just a little bit, but not enough to be of note. He wraps a small bit of muslin around your finger, before he takes your hand into his again. You watch as his eyes close and his head drops. You’ve seen Nick work his magic before when Jerry got into scuffles with other animals during his nightly outings, but you had never felt it yourself. 

As his focus narrows down on you, warmth spreads out from your finger. It travels up your arm and through your chest. You can’t take your eyes off him. Nick’s whole body seems to have a faint golden glow to it. 

Just as the warmth threatens to get too intense, it fades out. 

Nick remains with his head bowed for a moment longer. He peels back the muslin. All that remains of the cut is a small crescent moon shaped scar just above the first joint. 

“There you go.” Nick says quietly, “All good.” 

He looks up at you with a soft smile. 

Your heart makes a little thump then. You’d noticed it before when he looks at you. At first, you thought that it was nothing but the beginnings of a good friendship. By now, you are sure that it is so much more than that. But then again, you’ve only known Nick for a little over two months, and you have no idea if that is even something he’s interested in. 

The moment pops when Jerry forces his way between the two of you. He lets out a very displeased sound, making it known that it’s time for him to get attention again. 

Nick huffs out a laugh before he drops his head again. He scratches the top of Jerry's head before he eventually rises from the floor. 

It takes you a moment to catch up with him again. The way he had looked at you still lingers in your mind when you rejoin him in the kitchen. Nick hands you the freshly cleaned knife, and you resume your apple peeling duties as if nothing at all had happened. 

Thankfully, the rest of the afternoon continues without larger incidents. You can’t tell if it’s in your imagination or not, but you think that Nick looks at you more often. And even if he does, you’re sure that it’s just to make sure that you haven’t injured yourself again. Working with him like this is incredibly comfortable. You don’t speak a lot, but you don’t feel as if you need to say a lot either. There’s no pressure to make idle conversation. 

With the crumble finally in the oven and the last jars of compote sealed, you finally sit down in the chair on his front porch. Nick had sent you ahead with a blanket, knowing that you tended to get cold easily. He joins you just a moment a later, with two steaming mugs in his hands. He hands one to you and sets the other down on the rickety little table between the chairs. 

For a while, you sit in silence, enjoying the serenity of the glade. 

You look over at Nick, only to find him shifting uncomfortably. You think that he looks as if he wants to say something, but doesn’t know if he should. And so you reach out, poking your finger into his shoulder. 

“Nick?”

He twitches, head quickly snapping towards you, “Yes dear?” 

“Everything okay?” 

Nick takes a rushed sip of his tea. He contemplates for a moment longer, and you have to admit to yourself that the way his expressions shift as he tries to make up his mind is rather cute. 

“Interrupt me if I’m touching on something off limits.” he begins, “Sometimes when I heal I get glimpses of that person's emotions. It’s nothing deep or elaborate, just a snapshot, if you will. And when I touched you –”

He doesn’t have to finish for you to know what he’s trying to get at. The pang of relief that had hit you when the pain shot through your body still lingered with you. It’s been a while since you’d purposefully taken a blade to your skin. Long enough for you to think that the gratification wouldn’t be there any more. You’d fought so hard to keep yourself from doing it this time. 

You can’t stop yourself from crying then. Nick’s hand curls around yours immediately. He doesn’t try to stop you, doesn’t tell you that it’ll be alright. You’d kept all of these feelings bottled up inside of you for so long, that you couldn’t stop them from bubbling over now. 

Nick lets you cry until the tears stop falling. 

Against what you’d expected, you don’t find pity or worry on his face. He meets you with a warmth that takes some of the ache away. 

You tell him then.

Every detail that you’d hidden so far. The awful memories you’d kept so close to your chest. Even the ones that you’d never felt comfortable enough to share with therapists. 

And Nick listens so patiently. 

For a brief moment, you feel bad for unloading all of this on him, but he quickly dismisses that idea. 

The sun has long disappeared behind the trees when you finish, and you shiver in the cool night air. 

“I don’t think that I’ve ever told anyone all of that.” you finally admit. 

“Thank you for trusting me with it.” Nick replies, squeezing your hand, “I want you to know that you can always come to me. It doesn’t matter what time it is, if you need a friend – someone to talk to – I’m here.” 

Nick offers you to stay at the cottage for the night. He’s adamant that you take his bed, not budging no matter how hard you try to change his mind. While his bed is nice and comfortable, you can’t help but feel bad for him. And after two hours of tossing and turning, you creep down the stairs into the main space of the cottage again. 

You find Nick still awake, buried deep in a book. He looks up when you step onto a particularly creaky tread. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asks, looking up from his book. 

“Could ask you the same.” 

He places the book on the low coffee table in front of the sofa. 

“I just feel bad about making you sleep on the sofa in your own house.” you admit quietly.

“What, you want to cuddle up?” it’s a humorous suggestion, but you can’t deny the appeal of it. 

Nick doesn’t wait for your answer and makes his way towards you. He follows you back up the stairs without another word.

Settling into bed with him is a little awkward at first. Both of you try to find a comfortable spot without getting too close to the other, even when you wouldn’t mind curling up next to him. This time, sleeps finds you easily. 

You wake up to a gloomy morning. The gentle rapping of rain on the roof makes you want to stay in bed for just a while longer. You pull the fluffy duvet around yourself, sinking just a little deeper into the warmth of the bed. You’ve been up in the attic of Nick’s cottage a few times, but never for this long. Just like the rest of the place, it’s so warm and comfortable up here. Most of the wooden cladding is covered with beautiful tapestries that mirror the Persian carpet that fills most of the space. 

Nick is still fast asleep next to you. He looks so peaceful, brow furrowed just a little bit. You almost want to reach out to smooth your thumb over the crease. You don’t want to overstep, though. 

Instead, you crawl out of bed as carefully as you can without waking Nick up. You know that he likes to start his morning with a strong black coffee. Just like you. 

By now you know your way around his kitchen and finding the ceramic filter, coffee grounds and his favourite mug doesn’t take you all too long. Manoeuvring the kettle was a different story, but you manage to make it work. 

By the time you climb back up the steep stairs towards the attic, Nick has already stirred from his slumber. He’s still hidden under the down duvet, but you can hear him quietly talking to Jerry. 

Nick looks up when he hears you approach and flashes you a sweet smile. 

“You’re a darling.” he says softly when you hand him his mug. 

You sit next to him on the bed, once again getting comfy. 

Nick takes a long sip from his coffee, letting out a content sigh. 

“Sleep alright?” he asks then, turning to towards you. 

You nod, “Thank you for letting me stay here.”  

“Of course.” 

You both fall silent for a while, comfortably nursing your coffees. You shuffle a little closer to him, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder. Nick’s hand finds its way to your legs, resting comfortably above your knee. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you feel yourself melt on the inside. 

You don’t know where this is going to take you, all you know is that you’ve never felt this comfortable around another person. You don’t know how he does it, but Nick manages to make you feel as if you can beat this and come up on top, and really that’s good enough for you. 

By Yule, you’ve basically moved into the cottage with Nick.  It’s quiet and comfortable, and it does wonders for your health. You know that you still have a long path in front of you, but with Nick at your side, it doesn’t feel impossible any more. You’re busy with a batch of cookies when Nick comes in, a few extra logs for the fireplace under his arm. 

He shoves his freezing cold hands under your knit sweater, as he wraps his arms around you. You let out a little squeak in reaction, to which he gives an amused chuckle. 

“Smells good, what are you making?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You lean back against his chest, “Just sugar cookies.” 

He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Can’t wait. Do you need help?” 

You shake your head, “Go get showered. We can start dinner when you’re done.” 

Nick kisses your cheek again before he detaches himself from you, “Won’t be long.” 

As he heads towards the bathroom, Nick stops where Jerry is napping on the sofa. And when you look over to them, you realise that you’ve finally made it home. 

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Banana Spa

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 9.6k

summary: you decide to treat your boyfriend to an at home spa day before he leaves for tour again :)

warnings/themes: established relationship, sugary sweet fluff ???¿ who am i??¿, briefly sad??, light sub/dom dynamics, soft dom nick, sub reader, massage, praise kink?, pet names sorry not sorry, bathtub sex, use of a shower head, v fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay, pnv (unprotected), riding, semi-realistic? aftercare, caregiver nick, MUSHY SORRY, again nick has a big fat one, don’t think too hard about the logistics ok, 18+ MDNI

a/n; this originally began as a nice short fluffy piece but... alas, the sad and horny demons took hostage 😅 it's just who i am okay 😭 only sad for a bit though! kinda

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

You stamped a knee at each side of Nick’s sides, settling yourself in his lap. His hands instinctively found your hips to have something to anchor to.

“Alright babe you gotta cooperate with me, okay?” You giggled, taking his cheeks in your hands.

He blinked up at you with his aqua eyes gleaming, so enamored with you to even care what you were doing in his lap, simply happy that you were there.

You began brushing hair out of his face and gathering it into a low, untethered bun to expose the entirety of his features. He was beautiful, nothing new to you of course, but at times like then, you couldn’t help but be awe-struck of him. He was yours and you were his.

You reached over to the table beside you to pick up some toner and soaking a cotton round with the liquid. You took it to his face, starting at his cheekbones. He hissed at the coldness of it against his warm skin.

“This smells so… chemically, are you sure it’s safe?” He asked as a half-joke and with a slightly nervous chuckle.

“Very sure my love.” A reassuring grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You think I would put harmful chemicals on your pretty face?” You swiped the cotton round down his nose and used it to boop the tip.

A barely visible peach coated his cheeks, if you hadn’t been so close to him, you would’ve missed it.

“I don’t know, maybe you wanna scorch my face off so the fans stop liking me.” A playful smirk draped over lips.

You rolled your eyes and squeezed his cheeks between your fingers, tilting his face upwards to meet your gaze. “Oh honey,” You cooed playfully. “The fans would simp over you even if your nose fell off.”

A true laugh rumbled through his chest and tumbled out of his lips. “Yeah, whatever.” He brushed off the statement as if you just told him the sky was green. “What’s next?” He inquired genuinely, letting his eyes drop back to your arsenal on the table.

“Hmm…” You peered over behind you and tapped your fingertips on your chin. “Oh! Yes, I forgot I got this for you!”

Your fingers plucked a small yellow glass vile. You twisted the lid and squeezed the rubber part between two fingers then released it to let the pipette fill completely.

“Let me know if this smell reminds you of anything.” You slowly and carefully slid the tip of the glass pipette across his cheek, disposing serum along the way.

His nostrils flared and restricted in short consecutive spurts trying to let the aroma fill his nose entirely. His brows knitted for just a second as he processed the smell before his eyes grew sparkly and excited. “Banana?” He asked with hesitancy still lining his words, regardless of the indistinguishable scent.

You giggled and love filled your entire chest at his adorable reaction. “I knew you’d love it.” You sighed happily and utterly love drunk.

“Hm, I love you.” He countered, admiring the pointed, concentrated face you wore as you focused on rubbing in the product. “That stuff’s made from bananas?”

“I love you too baby.” You smiled and leaned down to gently grab his face again, this time to bring your lips to his. A smile curled onto his lips against yours, sweetening the kiss. You couldn’t help but mirror the grin and savor the adoration. “Hm, I think banana enzymes or something? I don’t really know.”

You straightened back up in his lap again, using your curled index finger to tilt his chin up and swivel his face from one side to the other analyzing his skin.

“Admiring your work?” He laughed, feeling a little silly and a little insecure from being studied so closely.

“Just trying to see if you have any spots that need a little extra attention.” You hummed. “But surprise, surprise the man that only uses face wash has perfect skin.”

His chest puffed out a little involuntarily, as if you just invigorated him with newfound confidence after being so foolishly insecure. “Well, would you look at that.” He smirked.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off jokingly before reaching to pick up a thin packet from the table. “Still gonna make you do a face mask though.”

He groaned, “No, no not the clay stuff again.” He winced at the memory of the chalky mud you had once put on him that somehow ended up all over his hair…and eyebrows, and ears, and fingernails, and ʘ necklace, and his favorite Paul Rudd Fanclub shirt.

The Great Face Mask Incident of 2023™️

You couldn’t help but laugh at the same memory. “No, no. I would never put you through that again.”

Nick let out a relieved sigh as if he had just gone through some war flashbacks. “Thank god.”

“No, I think you’ll quite like this one.” You pressed your lips together to not give away just excited you were to show him the mask you had in store for him.

You carefully pulled the folded sheet mask from the packet, letting any excess drip back into the pouch before setting it to the side. You then began delicately unfolding the thin fabric of the mask. Nick’s brows knitted together, and his head cocked to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he tried to gather what sort of potential torture device you were preparing for him. Finally, you unveiled the round sheet with the likeness of a cartoon tuxedo cat.

His silver eyes lit up the second he realized. “It’s Jerry!” It melted your heart at just how wide his smile got, all toothy and reaching his eyes.

You giggled and nodded, “It sure looks a lot like him, doesn’t it?”

Once you were able to keep him from wiggling around, you put the mask on, tugging it here and there to get it taut and symmetrical.

“There, now you look just like your son!” You chuckled behind your hand, looking at how adorably ridiculous your boyfriend looked.

He smirked as much as could beneath the mask, “Yeah where do you think he got his good looks from?”

You rolled your eyes and gently smacked his arm but there was no malice behind either action, “At least Jerry has humility.”

He gazed up at you with a small, sweet smile painted on his lips and love coating the soft curves of his features. “Yeah, that he got from you.” He said casually, like it rolled off his tongue without even thinking twice about it.

Your heart swelled so big in your chest that it was threatening to breach your ribcage. Nicholas had Jerry long before you entered the picture but since getting together a little over a year ago, Jerry had become your biggest fan. Since day 1 he followed you around everywhere and if you were resting on any surface, he was there to claim you as his temporary bed. In your time together Nick had never once even joked about you being Jerry’s other fur-parent. It was a small frivolous thing, but you knew the weight it held. You didn’t know if he had just said it without realizing or if he truly meant it, but in your heart, you were choosing to believe the latter. Either way you opted out of making a big deal about it.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You gasped at your own brain urgently reminding you of a crucial step. You nearly leapt off him and bolted to the kitchen. Within seconds the project at hand was executed and ready for placement.

You scurried back over to him, this time standing behind his seat on the couch. “Alright, close your eyes and tilt your head back.”

“You got it boss.” He teased and did as you asked. It made you wonder just how much he’d cooperate with taking other orders – but that was a daydream for a much different day. “Cucumbers?”

“Somethin’ like that.” You held back a giggle and placed two banana slices over each closed eyelid. “Okay, all done!”

His nose scrunched up towards the objects on his eyes, “Bananas?!”

You finally let out the laugh you’d been holding back and placed a kiss atop his head. “Now you got all your favorite stuff, cats and bananas!” You circled around his seat and climbed into his lap again.

“And you.” He smiled softly while his callused hands instinctively found your hips again.

Your cheeks heated up and your stomach filled with butterflies. No matter how silly he looked, he could always get you to melt in his hands. “Oh, shut up.”

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” He asked.

Your grin faltered a bit at his question, and you paused to think about your answer. You let your hand fall gently just below his neck, sliding down slowly while your fingers softly laced beneath the silver chain of his necklace. You let the thorny pendant rest on your fingers as you admired it. As much as you hated the calm before the storm and selfishly despised the reason for it, you knew it’s what you signed up for and what brought him the most joy. Your thumb ran over the thorny crown, grateful for the amount of time you’d been able to spend with him during this break. This was maybe your 3rd or 4th run at him leaving for tour and while you could tell that it was getting easier, it was extremely slow progress. It seemed as though each time felt like the first time all over again. Your eyes fluttered closed in a feeble attempt to tame the burning in your eyes and the tears threatening to appear. You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat knowing that letting him see you like that would not only ruin the moment but make him feel guiltier than he already did, which was exactly the opposite of what the activity meant to accomplish.

“Baby?” He pressed after you’d gone silent for a bit.

You cleared your throat and blinked the tears away, forcing a smile onto your face so that it could be heard in your words. “Sorry love,” You wrapped your hand around the pendant just hard enough that the thorns stabbed into your palm, perhaps hoping that the pain could force the ache away, or maybe in hopes that if you stamped yourself hard enough with him, he could always stay with you. “Just got distracted. What did you ask?”

“I asked why we’re doing this? I feel really silly right now.” He laughed, though a little less bright than before. You hoped that he hadn’t picked up on your energy shift.

“Oh, um,” You looked down and released the hold on his necklace, letting your palms rest on his chest. “Just wanted to pamper you a little, before you have to go work so hard.” You tried your best to keep your voice light, but the sadness in your voice was unmistakable, at least to Nicholas.

His smile fell into a small frown, and it made you wish you had just lied, but you were never much of a good liar, especially not to him. He reached up pulling the banana slices off his eyes and placing them on a paper towel on the table. Somehow, he looked even goofier with the bananas off his eyes.

You suddenly felt flushed under his gaze – regardless of the cat mask still adorning his face. It was unclear whether it was the normal affect he had on you that was making you blush, or rather the vulnerability he’d caught you in.

“Baby,” He let out a sad sigh, “Is that what this is about?” His hands moved up to envelope your hips again, rubbing small comforting circles into the flesh beneath your shirt.

You shook your head vehemently, “No, no, I’m just tryin’ to spoil you honey, you deserve it.” You tried for a smile but couldn’t quite reach.

It was clear in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. “Oh, let me get this cursed thing off of me.” He said, his hands already going to peel up the edges of the sheet mask but failing miserably.

A grin did pull at your lips watching him struggle and decided to take over. “Here, let me do it.” You laughed, gently swatting his hands away and pulling it off yourself and setting it on the table next to the forgotten bananas. “For someone who’s so good with his fingers, that sure was hard for you, huh?” You teased, attempting to deflect from the seriousness you’d just caused. All you wanted to do was go back to the soft, happy bubble you’d created before.

His inked hand trailed up your body to cup your cheek. “I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that right?”

You rolled your eyes trying your best to hold up your strong exterior, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we don’t have to do this. We don’t have to talk about it, okay?” It took every bit of energy you had to yank each edge of your lips into a smile.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He frowned. “Maybe I wanna talk about it?”

“But you dooon’t though.” You whined, pressing on his chest slightly. “We were having a good time and I ruined it.” You whispered. Your eyes fluttered down to where your hands met his abdomen, faintly crinkling his faded Slipknot shirt between your fingers.

“Hey.” His hand found your chin and tilted it back up to face him once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He reassured the obvious.

“I know.” You mumbled and found your eyes dropping once again, not bearing the strength to look at him for too long. “I know what I signed up for. I know that it’s part of loving you.” Your hand rediscovered his necklace, flipping it between your fingers for comfort.

“Just because it’s part of the deal, doesn’t mean it’s not hard, y/n.” His voice was more firm that time, trying to cement the severity of his words.

“I know.” You groaned, frustrated that he wouldn’t just drop it.

He sighed, “I’m just saying it’s okay to be upset about it. And it’s okay to talk to me about it.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, enticing you to look at him. “We’re a team, remember?”

You released a long exhale finally relaxing a bit under his touch. “I know, Nicky, I know. I just didn’t want you to feel guilty and,” Your hand went up to wrap around his wrist and your eyes darted somewhere far away from him. “I didn’t want you to think that I can’t handle it.” Before he could respond your fingers gripped his wrist harder and the burning in your eyes returned. “I can handle it, I can.”

The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by the male and all he wanted to do was scoop you up in his arms, but he knew better than to smother you when you were that emotional. “I know you can baby.” He said gently, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that was on the verge of escape. “I never questioned that. And if I ever do, then we’ll work through it,” He gently tapped the side of his thumb on your cheek to bring your attention back to him. “Together. Okay?”

You nodded against his palm, nuzzling into his touch. “Together.”

“That’s my girl.”  He smiled and pulled you down into a sweet kiss.

You pressed your forehead against his gazing into his eyes, tonight they were particularly grey. “You’re too good to me.” You said so quietly that if he wasn’t nose-to-nose to you, he wouldn’t have heard it.

He shook his head as much as he could without disturbing the moment, “No, I’m not good enough.”

“That’s not tr-“ You began but were quickly interrupted by his lips on yours again.

“Ah, ah.” He hummed once he pulled away, “I won’t be taking any back talk.”

Your cheeks burned bright cherry red that time, no amount of makeup could conceal it. Even though his words were light, you knew he wasn’t joking. Nicholas was an expert at imbedding dominance in featherlight touches and sweet nothings.

“Yes sir.” You replied instinctively.

The energy spiraled between you two had shifted from silly to emotional, to something entirely different now. His hands trailed up your sides beneath your shirt to rest both on your lower back.

“C’mon, you took such good care of me, now it’s your turn.” Without giving you any warning he scooped you up. You squeaked at the sudden action but instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Where are you taking meeee.”

“Well, we’re having a spa day, aren’t we? What’s a spa day without a bubble bath?”

You melted into him, loving the idea of a warm bath accompanied by him.

Nick began drawing the bath making sure to add all your favorite additives as you stood patiently waiting instruction. Once he was satisfied with the way the tub was filling, he sat on the edge and beckoned you over. “Come here angel.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth at the name, taking a couple steps to stand between his legs. He began tenderly undressing you until you were completely bare in front of him.

He wasn’t shy with the way his eyes wandered down your body. “God you’re beautiful.” His words riding an infatuated exhale.

The strawberry pink already present on your cheeks only worsened. “Shush.” You wave off his compliment and used your arm to cover your chest.

He stood and took your chin between his index and thumb tilting your gaze up at him. “I won’t ever stop reminding you of how stunning you are.”

You shook your head out of his grasp. “Shut up Nicholas.” You said shyly.

He took your cheek in his grasp instead this time, getting more control of you. “What’s wrong baby? Am I getting you all flustered?”

You were sure your face was beet red now. “C’mon Nicky, stop messin’ around, the bath is getting cold.”

A satisfied smirk tugged one edge of his lips, finding amusement and pride in your blatant embarrassment. “As you wish princess.” He began to undress himself until he was matching your nude attire.

Your eyes did the same as his did earlier and raked down his body, lean and inked on almost every bit of him. You’d been with him for over a year and you still managed to find new tattoos on him that you’d never seen before. His body was a spectacular and endlessly interesting museum only you had the key to.

He didn’t wait for you and stepped over the porcelain into the large oval tub, letting his body sink down into the steaming water. Almost instantly your exquisite museum was engulfed in mountains of bubbles. “Well, you comin’? You were the one complaining about water ‘getting cold’.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes and cautiously dipped your toe into the water. You hissed and recoiled at the scalding temperature. “Fuck that’s hot.”

Nicholas chuckled at your reaction, “Still think it’s getting cold?”

“Shut up.” You mutter.

“Just take it slow baby, let your body get acclimated to the water.” He sounded patient but his eyes didn’t match – the longer you were under his gaze, the more you felt like an animal of prey being stalked.

After a bit of time getting your lower body get used to the water you were finally able to sink down between his legs and rest your back against his chest. A small sigh of relief left your lips at the feeling of soothing comfort with him. No matter the problem or hindrance, Nick always made everything okay. He made you feel safe and taken care of in a way you’d never felt before. Getting that feeling from a rockstar who’s constantly touring wasn’t something you ever imagined possible, but somehow, it was with him. It took a while for him to earn your trust, especially at the very beginning, the first time he toured just a month or two after making things official. But he made sure to prove his faithfulness in a multitude of ways – from sharing his location to sending pictures and videos frequently to even sending you flowers or other small gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. Life with Nicholas wasn’t perfect, but it was a dream.

His fingers first found your shoulders, digging his thumbs into the wound-up tense muscles at the base of your neck.

“Mmm.” You hummed at the sensation and leaned further back against him. “That feels so good baby.”

“Yeah?” He asked, kissing the side of your head.

“Mhm.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank a little further into the water.

He spent some time working through the knots in your neck and shoulders. Wherever he pressed his fingertips felt like he was releasing a world of tension.

“That’s it, just relax.” His hands drifted down past your shoulders and onto your sides, using his thumb to rub circles into the muscles of your back - as best he could in your position anyway.

As his hands trailed lower you felt a flutter fill your tummy and settle in your core. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until his hands found and gripped your hips hard. “Stay still.” He ordered quietly just below your ear.

A shiver ran through you at his gravelly voice stealing the air in your throat. You did as he said, as much as you could, and hoped it’d be good enough for him. His fingertips lowered, beginning to run up and down the curves of your hip bones. The close proximity of his fingers to your core was starting to make you dizzy. You sucked in a harsh breath when his hands traveled further down to massage your thighs. His fingers were diligent and determined with their placement and tempo, using his thumb to rub tight circles into the flesh of your upper inner thigh. There’s no way he couldn’t feel you nearly vibrating under his touch, and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing his hand to put him where you needed him the most.

You felt his lips curl into a sinister smile against your neck. “What’s wrong princess?” He asked condescendingly. “Am I not helping you relax?”

“No, no. You are.” You almost stutter out, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Hm.” He hummed, gliding his fingers up the inner side of your thigh. “I wonder… what you do when you get all wound up like this when I’m away?” There was an edge to his question that erased any indication of genuine curiosity.

Your eyes widened at the question and your mind went fuzzy blank. “Well…I…um.” Was all you could get out, pathetically.

“Oh, c’mon baby.” He lowered himself to just below your ear. “Use your words for me. Tell me what you do.”

Your heart felt like it was colliding against your ribcage incessantly while simultaneously pooling your rampant pulse in your clit. “I-I,” You took a breath in a feeble attempt to steady your breathing. “I touch myself.” You blurted out, knowing it was both the truth and what he wanted to hear.

You didn’t need to look at him to know how wide and proud his smirk was.

“Good girl.” He hummed. “Why don’t you show me where you do that?”

Your eyes widened once again, this time swallowing all the saliva available in your mouth. Hesitantly, you reached out beneath the water and took hold of his wrist, bringing it between your legs. “Here.”

He used his hand to slowly cover and cup your core before carefully running his fingers through you. You wanted to whine at the small sensation but knew how pathetic you’d sound. “Thank you for showing me baby.” He acknowledged your obedience. “But I want you to show me exactly what you do.”

You’d show him anything at that point to keep his fingers on you, so you nodded and covered his hand with your own. You guided him to your clit that was buzzing and begging for his attention. Your middle and ring fingers pressed into his and prompted them to start moving in circular motions.

“Mmm.” He pressed a kiss to your neck before nipping at the skin like a predator taste-tasting his meal. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

Your head lulled itself on his shoulder, already getting lost in the pleasure blooming at his fingertips. “Mhm.” You mumbled with drooping eyelids.

He took control of the movements almost instantly, starting a display of one of his many talents. He let you savor his actions for a bit, knowing that the further gone you were, the more pliable you’d be in his hands. “Is this all you do baby? Or is there somewhere else you touch?” He asked already knowing the answer, just wanting you to say it.

His plan worked, as it always did, and you were nothing but an obedient ragdoll for him now. Every cell in your body wanted to bend to him – he had magic in his touch, you were completely certain of it.

Without any verbal response you just guided his working hand down to your entrance. That’s all the convincing he needed and carefully slipped two fingers into you. He let out a small, low groan the feeling of how tight you were around his fingers. You could feel his already hardening cock throb against your lower back. The sensation of his member against your skin while he was using his fingers to fuck you was bittersweet because now all you wanted was his cock filling you up instead.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He nearly growled against your throat. “I’m gonna miss burying myself in your pretty cunt.”

You felt like you could disintegrate into thin air from how good you felt – yeah, his fingers working magic was one thing, but his words melted you completely. Being complimented and wanted, no – needed – by him was a high that no orgasm could ever touch.

“I need your cock, Nicky please.” You whined without caring how desperate you sounded. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh bunny, you know better than to rush me.” He tsked before moving to do something you didn’t expect. He kept his one hand fucking his fingers in and out of you rhythmically while curling in ever so slightly but brought the other back down on your throbbing clit.

A gasp left your mouth as he effortlessly used both hands to fuck you in the most delicious way. You had already been close just from his fingers curling right into your sensitive spot but now with his fingers rolling against your nub you were seconds from oblivion.

“Fuck.” You spat out urgently. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close – s-so fucking close.” You whimpered out, squeezing your eyes closed trying to keep from coming undone before you were allowed. “Fuck baby, please let me cum. Please can I cum?”

All he did was hum an “mhm” against your neck before you were seeing stars. Tingles seared across your body and your walls pulsed around his fingers.

“That’s it, cum all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”

The praise only intensified the orgasm, causing your back to arch from him. Your face lulled into the crevice of his neck letting him vividly hear all the noises you were making for him. Nick loved your noises as much as you loved his words – he made a mental note to record you next time so he could have something on the road. He could get off on the sound of you alone.

He gently pulled his fingers from you and slowly tapered his action on your clit, but not completely. He retained an agonizingly slow pace on your now overly sensitive nub. He kept the pace slow enough so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for long until you started to feel good again.

You felt him reaching beside you for something but were too fucked out to pay attention. “Tell me baby, have you ever used this to help relax?” His voice was buttery smooth like blue suede.

Your brows furrowed above your closed eyelids, wondering what he was referencing. When you blinked your eyes open, they rounded to see him holding the detachable showerhead and was suddenly grateful for the extra-long cord you’d opted for. You shook your head and answered honestly. “No.” You’d always been curious but never actually tried.

Nicholas was an expert at knowing when you were lying so he believed you. “Here.” He tenderly scooped up your hand, cupping it in his own like a spoon. With a flick of his other thumb on the showerhead, a crazed stream of patterned water jutted from it. He brought it to the hand he was holding and let the stream hit your palm. “Is that too strong?” He questioned genuinely wanting to know your comfort level.

As much as the strength of the water inspired some more flurries in your core, you nodded shyly. “Too strong.” It was typical for your responses to become minimal once you entered any level of subspace. Having that amount of trust to even fall into that headspace was a luxury you only ever found with Nick. Trusting him was easier than you’d like to admit, it came as naturally as breathing air into your lungs.

“Okay.” His thumb spun the filter onto another setting. “How about this one?” He questioned even though he figured it would be a no since it was thin streams of water lining an empty tunnel.

That one made you giggle and shake your head since it obviously wouldn’t provide much pressure. Nick smiled at your adorable giggle, filling his chest with so much warmth and love, he had no idea what to do with it all. He pressed a kiss to your head before flipping to another setting.

A perfectly tempered stream danced in your palm – not too strong, not too weak, and the jet pattern was an enticing rhythm. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “Good.”

Nick’s free hand found your tummy, pressing it flat against your stomach and slid down painfully slow between your legs. Your breath caught in your throat at the anticipation of his touch. He tenderly spread your legs further apart before using his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring you open so that the jet stream of water could land precisely where it was needed.

“Now sweetheart,” He began. “You were so good for me. You did as I asked, you used your words, you asked for permission.” He lowered the shower head into the water, and you felt the jet stream hit your thigh. It was stronger than you expected and suddenly both fear and excitement pooled in your core. “I want you to know that this is a reward. This is what good girls get. Do you understand?”

Your cheeks grew warm, and your breath hitched in your throat at his words. Before you had time to properly prepare, the strong pressure of the stream pummeled into your sensitive nub. You let out a loud squeak as intense pleasure coarsed your body and down your limbs.

“Baby. I asked you a question. Do you understand that I’m allowing you to feel this good? That this is a privilege?”

Your hands gripped his thighs at each side of you and nodded your head enthusiastically, “Yes sir, I do.” You barely got your words out past your heavy breathing.

He smiled against your neck, “That’s my girl. My best girl. Now what do you say?”

Your heart flooded with lovey pride and your brain filled with nothing but him. He encompassed your very being, every cell of your composition belonged to him. “Thank you.” Your head fell back on his shoulder as he brought the shower head closer to your cunt, only intensifying the pressure. “Thank you, thank you.” You repeated like a prayer.

“God, I can’t wait to fill that pretty pussy up with my cock.” The end of his words resembled something like a growl.

His evident need for you went straight to your stomach, helping to weave a knot that was ready to snap. You were surprised you’d lasted this long since this was easily one of the best feeling you’d ever felt. Knowing that something as convenient as a shower head held so much power was dangerous, especially now that you associated it directly with him.

The jet propulsion on your clit was deliciously brutal, each wave hitting you harder than the last as your sensitivity increased. Your legs began to tremble from the sheer amount of pleasure building up in your body begging for release. “Nicky.” You heaved out while your fingers dug into his thighs. “I can’t hold it, please.” Your request drenched in utter desperation. “Please let me cum, I need to cum baby please.”

Nicholas hummed at the request, mulling it over in his head. If this were any other day, under any other circumstances, he’d string out your orgasm as far as he wanted, but it was a day of relaxation after all.

“Go ahead,” He whispered, bringing the shower head just a tiny bit closer to nudge you over the edge. “Cum for me, will you? And don’t fight it okay? I wanna hear you.”

And with that, another orgasm blinded you, this one ripping through you more violently than the last. Your entire body was in sparking, euphoric bliss. Curses, screams and moans poured from your throat, all laced with his name.

“Oh, that’s it princess, let it all out for me.”

And you did just that. He kept the stream on your bud through your high and somewhere between his grainy voice talking you through and your overstimulation, another wave of pleasure washed over you. Your throat grew sore from your incessant noises that now probably sounded like gibberish sprinkled with his name.

He slowly drew the metal shower head away from your core to carefully lull you from your high. You were nothing but a heaving, shakey, fucked out mess in his grasp.

“Good job baby.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “You did so good for me.”

A lazy smile spread across your lips and nodded slightly. His warmth was the only thing tethering you to reality.

He let you recover from your orgasms before moving on. His hands found your hips once more and pressed you against him. You felt his own arousal thick and hard against your lower back and it reminded you of the ache between your legs that only he could fill.

“You wanna turn around for me baby?”

While you felt like utter mush in his hands, his offer sparked the potential of having him inside you, and that was something you didn’t plan to pass up on. You nodded and shifted around in the water, letting the liquid slosh around tub even spilling out a bit unintentionally. “Oops.” You giggled.

“Hi angel.” He says softly with a crooked smile painted across his lips the second his eyes meet yours. Sure, he held the reigns in the bedroom and most other areas of your relationship, but it was no secret that you were the one with complete control over him. You made him weak in ways he never imagined being, he would give you anything you wanted if you just batted your lashes at him. He was putty in your hands, and he loved it.

He looked so beautiful, and you suddenly felt scammed knowing that you had your back to him looking like that the whole time. His raven hair had fallen from the makeshift bun from the couch and was now splayed over his shoulders, the ends now damp and pointy. You couldn’t wait one more second without his lips on yours, so you scooped up his face in both hands and met his lips with yours. You broke the kiss to press your forehead against his, wanting to engulf yourself fully in his stormy eyes. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.” He replied matching your whisper. His hands found your hips again, pulling you towards him – not out of desire to intensify the moment, but simply to have you closer. “God, I love you more than anything.”

Peachy pink dusted your cheeks and the smile that his words brought to your lips was embarrassingly wide. You shied away from him and shook your head, “You’re being silly.” Out of all the grand things in his life, you were sure that you were the least exciting or interesting part.

His hand trailed warm water up your arm to pick up your chin, “I’d never joke about that.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, cupping your cheek. “I’m so grateful for the patience you’ve given me, given us. You might be the best thing to ever stumble into my life.”

Every atom in your body begged to mesh with him. It only took one exchanged look between you two for your bodies to rearrange so you could sit on his lap. Your lips collided, followed by a messy display of clashing teeth and hungry tongues. Your passion was fueled only by the blind love you had for him and your desire to prove that his love for you was warranted. Your fingers tangled into the base of his dark hair, tugging at it slightly needing every bit of him entwined with your very molecules. He kept one hand on your hip while the other held tangled in your own wet hair.

As much as you wanted to keep telling him how much you loved him, you couldn’t bear to break away from him even for a second. If you couldn’t tell him, you’d show him.

You rutted your hips up his thighs until you felt the base of his member rest against your bare cunt. He let a groan out into the kiss at the feeling of you against him. One of your hands fell from his hair to his length, your fingers instinctually molded around the silky soft flesh. It never ceased to impress you at just how big he was and no matter how many times you’d had him it never eased the ache of taking him.

His sizeable cock was decorated with bulging veins from the blood that coursed through him. Even though your fingers had grown to be expertly familiar with his anatomy, you still loved exploring him, tracing each vein with your fingertips. This earned you another grunt from somewhere deep in his chest and you pridefully smiled against the kiss.

You finally gave him what you knew he wanted, wrapping a hand around this girth and began palming him slowly. His member had a delicious upward curve to it that helped to reach the deepest and most sensitive part of you. Your mouth was watering at just the feeling of him in your hand – in that moment you could’ve sworn that you would do absolutely anything to have it inside you. It was not a want, but a carnal need.

He finally had enough and pulled from the kiss, “Baby, please.” He breathed out against your lips, his love drunk eyes heavy with lust as he looked up at you. “I need your pussy.” His chest rose and fell in time with yours, needing you just as badly as you needed him.

You nodded quickly against him before lifting yourself up enough to hover over him. Regardless of how much you wanted it, you still had to mentally prepare yourself for the initial pain. Nick helped align himself with your entrance while keeping a supportive hand on your hip bone. You exhaled a deep breath.

Sensing your hesitation, he gave your hip a small squeeze, “You can take it baby, just go nice and slow. We have all the time in the world.” He reassured you, letting you set the pace.

You nodded and carefully began to sink down on him. A hiss escaped your mouth at the way his width stretched you open. Your hand fell to his shoulder for support as you struggled to pull yourself further down.

Nicholas’ eyes couldn’t soak you up enough, he was mesmerized at the sight of you. He wished he could burn it into his brain. “God, you look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

His compliment only made you more determined to push past the pain and discomfort. When you felt your cervix land on his tip you knew that was as far as you could take him. While you couldn’t reach his base fully, you were still surprised and proud of yourself for being able to take so much of him in that position.

He let out a low groan at the feeling of your cunt tightly enveloping his cock. “You feel so fucking good.”

You expelled a breath then swirled your hips with him still deep inside you. The goal was to adjust to his size before riding him. The stretch burned but you knew it’d sweeten once you started moving.

The way he gazed up at you made you weak and your body gave into him, falling into the crook of his neck. You began placing open mouth kisses on his tattooed throat while your hips started swiveling on him. Light, airy moans tumbled from you lips and onto his neck. His hands gripped your hips tighter, letting out a grunt from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” He groaned, letting his head fall back into the ledge of the tub. “I need you to move baby, I need more.”

You nodded quickly, needing it just as badly. Your hands slipped off him to stabilize yourself on the porcelain ledge. It gave you enough balance to raise your hips up almost fully, before dropping them where he filled you the fullest.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good.” He groaned out, his eyes droopy and drunken by only his love for you.

The praise helped motivate you to keep going even though the stretch burned. But you got to control the pace and the depth you could handle – although part of you wished he did have control so that he would forego any hindrances and use you up fully.

You gained momentum on him, bouncing up and down on his cock. Water splashed everywhere, over the ledge and all over the floor but that was the furthest thing on your mind. The room was filled with moans, grunts and cursed from both of you. You felt the knot beginning to form in your tummy as did he. But his surprises weren’t done yet.

He reached over to where he’d placed the shower head, easily flipping it on to the previous setting. Your eyes rounded as he began to lower it towards the water and you shook your head vigorously. “No, no, no.” You cried. “I won’t last, please, no.”

His other hand drifted down your spine with a feather light touch. “Well, that’s the point sweetheart.” He hummed. “Don’t you wanna cum again for me baby?” He questioned patronizingly. You knew that tone and you knew it meant it wouldn’t be as easy as he was eluding.

He continued his actions and aimed the powerful stream of water directly at your clit. A jolt of pure electricity zipped up your spine and down your thighs. Your entire body shuddered at the sudden and intense sensation. Your fingertips curled into his skin, surely branding claw marks into his flesh. “God, fuck.” You exclaimed loudly, barely able to move.

“Now, baby, remember that cumming is a privilege remember? I could very well leave you all worked up with your pretty pussy clenching around nothing if you misbehave.” He warned. “Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, slipping your tongue between your lips. But that of course wasn’t enough for him.

His hand tightened on your hip and brought the shower head a bit closer to heighten the sensation. “I believe I asked you a question darling.” His voice deep and raspier than normal. “Do you understand? You know I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” You shuddered out. “Yes, sir. I understand.” You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, the air in your lungs completely vacant. Your heart thumped so hard against your ribcage you thought it might shatter and burst in front of him and splinter his own chest.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Now, I don’t remember telling you that you could stop moving.”

You whined in near agony, squeezing your eyes shut and slowly beginning your movements again. “Fuck.” You lulled your head back, buzzing pleasure spreading through every bit of you.

“Faster.” He commanded. “Or I’m gonna make this very unpleasant for you.”

His sweetness was long gone and replaced by the Nick you had grown very familiar with. You’d never guess by his normal relaxed and reserved demeanor that he’d have this overwhelming dominance in bed, but you loved it. It was as though something in him would take over, like he’d try to fight it to stay sweet and romantic, but it rarely lost the fight. It was thrilling to watch his internal battle; you’d seen it so often that you had memorized the shift in his eyes and subtle change in his cadence.

You rarely chose to challenge his threats and today was no different, So, you began lifting and dropping your hips against his lap, taking in fully – or as much as you could anyway. His free hand slithered up your side to cup your breast, kneading the plump flesh in his grasp. His stare couldn’t seem to stay on any solid one part of you, darting from your tits bouncing as you moved, to your face contorting with the overwhelming pleasures you were experiencing, to down where you were connecting with him. He looked at you the way people look at monuments or ancient architecture. He didn’t care about a single other wonder in the world because he was convinced you were the only one in existence. You were an art museum to him, every single installation he could study for hours and never grow bored of your beauty and the delicate nature of your soul. He was utterly infatuated with and devoted to you.

It became difficult to continue riding him without getting sloppy from another orgasm building quickly in your stomach. Your clit was buzzing and threatening to tip you over the edge at any moment. The way he filled you up only made it worse – being full of him made the time without him even more empty. You’d never had someone fill you up so much, he made it hard to even clench around him. It was an incredible experience and one that would make having anyone else subpar. He had set the bar so high that it made it impossible for anyone else to measure up to him. If he ever decided he’d had enough of you, you’d spend the rest of your days seeking bits of him in anyone you ever let touch you. He’d certainly haunt you worse than phantom ever could.

Thankfully, from the way his cock throbbed and bounced inside you, told you that he was getting close too. Your heart thumped so hard in your throat that you questioned if you’d even be able to speak.

“I-I’m close.” You whimpered out. “Can I cum?”

He tsked at the request. “Now baby, I taught you better that. You’re forgetting my favorite word. Try again.”

Your palms dug into his chest at his rebuttal. “Fuck.” You closed your eyes attempting to stave off your orgasm. “Fuck, please.” You begged. “God, fuck, please, I need to cum. Please can I cum?”

“Hm.” He feigned a thought. “No, not yet. Hold it.”

You shook your head vigorously, “No, no, no, please I can’t. I won’t make it, I’m so close. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it.”

“You can and you will.” He said simply. “And if you don’t, you don’t wanna know how much you’ll regret it.”

His face was serious, but you could tell that the excitement was growing in his belly too. You swore that he thrived over your desperation, he loved seeing you squirm and bringing to the edge of your limits. It was sadistic the way he was fueled by your anguish. You don’t know if you’d ever admit it, but you enjoyed being commanded and used like a plaything. Being at his mercy was a thrill you loved chasing, especially knowing he’d always catch you.

You scrunched your eyes closed and bore down on your teeth holding on to the tattered thread left holding you on to your sanity. “Fuck.” You breathed out. It was almost painful how your sensitive nub throbbed beneath the powerful stream of water and how tight the knot in your tummy had grown. His tip assaulting your cervix intensified everything and overbearing pleasure was looming merely seconds way from shattering your resolve. “Fuck, fuck.” You whined. “Fuck, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad. Please I don’t want to disobey you but I’m so close, I need to cum, please – fuck, I can’t hold it, fuck fuck, please can I cum?” Your pathetic groveling was a pitiful display, but it was one that Nicholas could barely handle himself. He could get off from the hymns of your desperation alone.

“Fuck I love when you sound like that.” He groaned. “Fine baby, cum all over my fucking cock.” If he hadn’t been so close himself, he surely would’ve stretched out the torture.

As if you needed anymore help, he brought the shower head even closer. The heightened sensation instantly blinded you, causing your entire body shudder as sparking euphoria bloomed from your core. This orgasm was more powerful than the others due to the delayed pleasure and his length hitting your sensitive spot directly. The moans and curses that left your mouth were vulgar and smeared with the unholy devotion you had for him. Every cell in your body belonged to him just as he demanded it.

Your walls tightly clenching around him was his tipping point. “God, you look so fucking good with my cock so deep inside you.” He growled, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises behind. “Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum.”

You were too lost in your own bliss to really hear what he said until you felt his length twitch inside you followed by his warm seed filling your core. If you weren’t so overspent, the feeling alone could’ve sent you into another orgasm – but seeing as you were still working through your own, you weren’t that concerned about it.

As you both came floating down from your highs, he flipped off the shower head and set it to the side ledge. You had fallen on his chest while your heaving chests rose and fell in time with each other’s. His fingertips raked through the slightly damp hair of your scalp. You purred and smiled at the affection gesture.

He grinned at the reaction, “I love you.” His buttery words fell from his lips in a tone just above a whisper.

Nick would never admit it, but he was extremely talented at almost anything he ever picked up. If he gave it a good honest try, it wouldn’t take long for it to become second nature. He never imagined that there would be anything in the world that would come easier than a graphite pencil or tattoo gun or almost any instrument he picked up. He knew his tattoo gun and his favorite guitar like the back of his hand and while he’d never fully believe it, he already knew you that way too. As with everything else, just because he was a master-of-all didn’t mean there were never any bumps or challenges or hardships – pencils snap, tattoo guns malfunction, and sometimes strings don’t want to tune just how you want them - above all else, Nicholas knew that the most. He knew the best things in life were never easy, but that never stopped him before and it certainly wasn’t going to stop him now.

“I love you too.” You muttered sleepily into the crook of his neck.

The satisfaction of inking a particularly difficult design or mastering a challenging new riff could never compare to the feeling he got from hearing you say those words.

“C’mon, let’s get you dry and warm.” He gently patted your hip and you nodded, using every bit of strength in your body to sit yourself upright.

Nicholas was incredible in his element. It’s one thing to be able to take control sexually, but it’s a whole other thing to be able take gentle control outside of that – and he did, effortlessly. He carefully pulled you off him and got you standing on your feet. He only allowed the air conditioning to dance on your skin for a millisecond before he wrapped a big fluffy towel around you. You tugged the terrycloth fabric so tight against your skin that you were sure you’d have imprints of the threads embedding into your skin. When you lifted your leg over the porcelain, you felt the familiar ache between your thighs that always came from loving him. It wasn’t the worst you’d felt, since you had set the pace, but the water supplied no lubrication, and you were definitely feeling the repercussions.

Nick wrapped a towel around his waist and unplugged the bath drain. When he finally made his way back over to you. When you were both barefoot it really emphasized just how much he actually towered over you. The water droplets glistening across his tan, inked skin made him look like a work of art. Your eyes traced his collarbones and landed on the thorny pendent you were fidgeting with before.

“Oh yeah, before I forget.” You didn’t realize what he was doing until he pulled the necklace from neck and gently draped it over your head. It landed way longer on your chest but it didn’t matter. Your fingers found the pendent and immediately rubbed it for comfort.

“I can’t take this.” You claimed, but the smile that had already made home on your face said otherwise.

He smiled and took your jaw into one hand and placed his other hand over yours covering the necklace. “I’ll always be with you now. If you miss me or get anxious just squeeze it, and I’ll be right there with you. Okay?”

Tears burned your eyes, but you were determined to keep it together, the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him naked and shivering. You nodded quickly, “Thank you.” You whispered, hiding a sniffle.

“You’re welcome baby.” He said and placed a quick kiss to your forehead.

He gently grasped your shoulders giving them a little rub to warm you up before guiding you back into the bedroom. The edges of his lips dipped into a frown the second he noticed your limping.

“Oh baby, did I hurt you? I knew we should’ve gotten out of the bath-” He always began to panic ramble if he thought he might’ve hurt you or not taken care of you properly.

You giggled at his worrisome nature and placed a finger over his lips. “It’s okay, really.” You reassured and watched his anxiety disappear. “But it does hurt.” Your lips pulled together in a pout. “Fix it?”

A small smile pulled across his lips and he nodded knowing exactly what that meant.

The time after with Nicholas somehow always felt more intimate. He was driven to love you the best way he knew how, and you relished in the safety he wrapped you in. No matter how rough he got in bed, afterwards he always handled you like a freshly plucked gardenia. He was convinced that if he even grabbed you the wrong way you’d crumble. But he loved it, he was sure that if he was put on this earth to do one thing, it was to take care of you.

After applying some numbing cream where you ached the most and getting you into some fresh pajamas, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be. You were tucked right into Nick’s side, cozy under the covers, sharing a pint of pistachio ice cream while watching reruns of your favorite mutual comfort show.

You looked up at him when he laughed at something silly in the show and the glow from the tv illuminated his features beautifully through the darkness. In that moment, he gave you every bit of reassurance you needed to handle him being gone. You were his and he was yours, and as long as you loved him, he’s always come home to you if you let him.

He glanced down at you, catching you in your admiring stare. The edges of his lips pulled taut into a wide, toothy smile.

“Bob’s Burgers is over there you know.” He teased, tilting his head across the room.

You giggled and burrowed your face into his chest. “You’re much more entertaining.”

He chuckled in disbelief, “Am I?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, getting sleepy the second your head touched his chest.

He laughed softly and precariously plucking the empty pint of pistachio from your dozing grasp to put on the bedside table. He pulled you closer to him and tugged the fluffy duvet higher to cover you both.

Before you let sleep envelope you, you felt his fingers tenderly massaging your scalp. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Nicholas.” You hummed back lovingly, nuzzling into his chest.

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A/N; Thank you so much for reading, i hope you liked it, lmk if you did<3

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✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx

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✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot

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✫ YEARS OF SLEEP by @veephoenix

Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:

✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold

✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot

✫ JUST CRASH (IT'S OUR TIME NOW) by @sitkowski

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✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens

✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens

✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ LIKE BRANCHES IN A FLOOD by @the-way-of-words

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✫ CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE [Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader] by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DOMINATE THE GAME [Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless] by @ladyveronikawrites & @nerdraging4point0

✫ TO BE IN LOVE AND TO BE LOVED [noah x ofc x nicholas] by @measuredingold

Love Triangle:

✫ VIRALITY [Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!OC & Noah Sebastian x fem!OC] by @concreteburialplot

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:

Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:

✫ SURPRISE by @vanishxcanvas

✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636

✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me

Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:

tba

Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:

tba

Other Pairings:

✫ NOTHING EVER AFTER [Noah Sebastian x f!Reader & Vinny Mauro x f!Reader by @runningincircl3s

✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[sorrowsofsilence]

the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K • masterlist

warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)

summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.

note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint while twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work.

Noah sat across from him on the couch, sharing a bag of chips with Ruffilo, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Ruffilo kicked his ass as Ganondorf. The two had been rambling about their previous Super Smash Bros session.

“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”

Noah sent him a glare in response, clearly unimpressed with that suggestion, before eyeing Folio.

He lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out of his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.

It had been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company casually like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between, this was the longest time they’ve had this whole tour to relax.

Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Ruffilo, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats as the smoke filled the room.

Jolly now held the joint between his inked fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”

Folio agreed, scrolling through his phone to pick some music, and hooked up to the room’s speaker. “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery, too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”

Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent as the conversation jumped from topic to topic.

Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared nonchalantly at the beer can on the table.

Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.

“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”

The tech's name echoed between each of the boys, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl who drove them all mad made them envious- and question his motives.

Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Ruffilo, “You think they’ve hooked up?”

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly. Certainly not from the drink- but at the mere suggestion of you and Matt.

Noah shrugged, his eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

“What,” Folio laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”

Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the ever-building smoke- but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.

Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers. Anything to distract himself from the tension.

To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you; obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.

You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold. None of them would even hesitate to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire.

If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your touch one rare night three months ago?

The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.

“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.

Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.

“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”

Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled with spite as he tilted his head animatedly, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”

Jolly didn’t even try and hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.

God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.

“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.

“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.

It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”

Noah and Jolly nodded along, Ruffilo watching through the corner of his eye.

“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”

Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he felt the need to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”

Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”

Ruffilo shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality, but Noah interjected.

“See? Point proven,” He said, sticking his tongue out at the long-haired brunette.

“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Folio shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s literally just existing.”

Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”

Ruffilo raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.

“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her. Multiple times.”

The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Folio took the last puff of the blunt, and then tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”

The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.

“I bet all that and more,” He said, chin resting on his palm.

"Yeah?" Jolly snickered, standing up to crack open another beer by the counter in the hotel room. "Fine, then. Deal." He tilted his head as he took a swig of the amber drink.

“How do you win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, then shrugged, “First one to do anything sexual wins.”

Noah shook his head, pointing an accusatory finger. “No, because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”

“And winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.

Ruffilo shrugged his shoulders at his own suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly walked back over, leaning forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Folio joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Ruffilo followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.

“Bet.”

=

Completely oblivious to the deal behind the door, you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the hotel door to open.

The talking on the otherside quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing as he opened the door. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated on you as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him. The immediate silence from the four boys in the room made your chest tighten, and nerves ran to the ends of your fingertips as you walked towards the counter.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around, each quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.

Flashing the boys a small smile, you hid your overthinking thoughts.

Maybe they didn’t want you here.

With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.

“Sorry we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”

Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Ruffilo doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.

The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.

Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their strange demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”

Ruffilo coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.

“We were just having a deep conversation before you got here, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt. “How did the rehearsal go?”

Standing there awkwardly for a moment, you swung your legs to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling, you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.

You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.

As soon as you walked across the room, you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching your every move. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.

Giving them all a curt smile, you took another sip of your drink, staring at the carpeted ground.

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”

“Oh-” was all you could say before his hands grabbed your hips, sliding you down onto him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.

Folio's eye-roll and Noah’s annoyed frown went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Ruffilo's clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

“You sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm standing. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous.

"I am more than sure.”

Matt moved on and picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace and talking about this week's plans. Yet your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.

“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.

With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”

Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly’s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy. Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing envy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”

“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.

Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”

You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. It was bold- even for him. You crossed your legs in an attempt to suppress your desire, but he knew.

He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding. What was he doing? What was wrong with you?

As the boys started dragging on about Elden Ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “So, you forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at his comment. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking a final sip and tossing the can into the bin.

The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Ruffilo asked you, biting his lip to distract himself. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.” You said, trying to shrug it off.

Once you left, all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.

Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”

Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.

Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

=

Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d ever be in this position with him again- but you certainly didn’t mind.

“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything like this with him.

You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.

But, one more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck as he kissed along your jaw, “do you?”

Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”

His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation; you loved the effect you had on him.

Taking your hand, you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.

Allowing yourself to kneel before him, you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.

He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you and absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this, you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over his underwear.

Looking up at the swede through your lashes, he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile.

Finally tugging down the fabric, you ran the flat of your tongue across his length, swiping along the head slightly before trailing back down.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips.

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, wrapping your hand around the base, before taking him in your mouth.

The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.

You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it to your lips.

You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.

He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”

His encouraging words made your face warm, his cock buried in your throat causing you to gag along him.

“Let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”

You pulled off of him, continuing to using your hand as you spoke, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”

Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”

Using your hand you continued to stoke him as you sucked.

“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”

You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera- just for him.

Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting closure.

A deep groan crawled from his chest as he held you still, his release coating the back of your throat.

Closing your eyes you swallowed everything, sticking out your tongue to show him.

“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp in approval.

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together.

Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw firmly as he kissed you once again.

“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am. Despite the throbbing ache between your legs, you knew you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need to go to bed… so, rain check?”

Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”

Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, now glaring daggers toward him.

“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air for cocky effect.

“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.

“Clearly I’m missing something,” The blonde groaned, and shook his head.

=

After hours of travelling the next day, you were exhausted. The crew had pulled up to the next hotel- and things were going smoothly up until checking in at reception.

“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”

“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”

The one thing you respected most about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share just for one night, wouldn’t it?

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room so you don’t have to do that, I don’t mind.”

“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.

You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”

Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.

So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your gaze.

Ruffilo stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?

And when his name fell off your lips he almost yelled out loud, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable, I’m happy to offer the room to someone else?”

“No! No, it’s totally fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked toward you, unspoken words lingering behind his stiff expression.

Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Ruffilo, who trailed behind you.

You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.

Hearing various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “Okay, what is with you guys lately?”

They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.

“You guys have been acting weirder than usual- like- you’re normally weird- but since last night something’s been off. Did I do something wrong?”

“No not at all-“ Ruffilo was quick to defend you, his silver eyes wide with worry, “you’ve done nothing. I think we are all just relieved to have some time off for once. Right?”

He looked around swiftly at the boys who nodded.

“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.

“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips, almost in annoyance, as he peeled his eyes away.

Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.

He was this close to winning the bet.

Matt looked around quickly, shaking his head, “I’m sure a little TLC will cure their… brain fog or whatever. You guys need to like, get laid or something- Jesus.”

Noah snickered audibly before staring up at the ceiling of the elevator. Folio stared at his shoes.

Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Ruffilo stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.

“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” he began, but you gave him a shrug.

There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.

“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”

Ruffilo only smiled, his nervous wading back as he rolled his suitcase into the room, “I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

=

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse.

You were tired, but also nervous as the bassist trailed behind you.

As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.

Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your pyjamas, sliding into the washroom to change.

It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.

Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt… I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you suggested he room with you.

Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

“Nicholas you don’t have to share with me-”

“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest in insecurity.

“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”

You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”

Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.

“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.

The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.

“You’re mesmerizing. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.

All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for a response.

“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.

Ruffilo nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow, suppressing a nervous laugh. “You’re the hot one in a band.”

“Yeah well- you’re the pretty girl we are lucky enough to have all to ourselves.”

“Shh, stop.” You whispered, ears flushed as his words sunk into your mind.

The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Ruffilo turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.

However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.

-

Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.

Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.

Ruffilo’s body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.

His cock pressed into you from behind, causing your heart to pound.

God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?

Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck? With someone who liked you just as much as you liked them?

You pushed your body against him slowly, rutting back and forth along him teasingly.

The groan that left Ruffilo’s chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe toward your neck.

“Then have me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.

Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you below your ear.

He hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he continued to spooned you. Taking his inked fingers, he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.

Ruffilo’s touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate himself.

“I woke up with your cock pressed up against me, what do you expect?” You gave him a breathy laugh as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just his tip inside.

You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he slowly sunk further into you, right to the hilt.

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Ruffilo taking over your body. It wasn’t long until his thrusts were quick, fucking you with needy desperation from behind as you two lay on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once he reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you screamed out his name.

“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.

With the cry of his name, you clenched around his body. Ruffilo pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your back, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there for a moment, chests heaving. Ruffilo watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled you into his chest.

You relished in the moment he kissed your forehead, his warm breath cascading down your face as you squeezed him close.

What did you just do?

Getting up you quickly headed to the shower after giving him another which kiss.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, and when you closed the bathroom door, Ruffilo sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

One, he was just happy to even get a taste of your body- but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.

=

“Point for this guy.”

As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Ruffilo knew he had to gloat before you overhead.

“No fucking wayy,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a frustrated hand down his face.

Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one time to be even close to winning this bet.

Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”

“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.

You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Ruffilo met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.

“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.

Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.

Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.

“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.

His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.

“Nick, where are we going?” You asked, but moulded into his touch, allowing him to tug you freely.

He didn’t say anything once you made it outside, and then pulled out a small bag.

Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio held it up tauntingly.

“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow, “It’s like 10 am.”

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums. Last time I had the most fun I’ve ever had at an aquarium, ever.”

You snickered, shaking your head, “and how many times have you been to an aquarium?”

Folio gave you a cheeky look, “twice.”

That brought out another laugh, and you chewed on your lip. “Alright, sure Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips, before prompting you to open your mouth.

Sticking out your tongue, he placed it in your mouth carefully, watching you intensely before placing the other in his mouth.

You savoured the taste of the berry flavour as you laughed, “I can’t believe we are doing this. You’re such a goof.”

Folio bumped your shoulder as he led you back inside, “a goof with great ideas.”

“And now what?” You asked.

Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”

=

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive. Once you got to the aquarium, Folio reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member. You couldn’t help but wonder if they knew.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures.

You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, and touched his nose adoringly.

“Me and Nick took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder.

Folio then covered his mouth in the background. “Sorry Matty, I just can’t stop laughing.”

“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”

The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding the drummer against you as you pressed your face against the tank. The feeling of the cool glass against your warm skin brought a newfound hyper awareness to your senses, causing you to giggle again.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it? They’re like little weird alien blobs.” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.

You were too absorbed with Folio, and the Fish, to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Ruffilo, Noah, and Jolly

Once you got to the otter enclosure, there was a chance to walk outside.

You and Folio followed the wooden pathway to the outside habitat, taking a seat on a bench.

The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you could feel yourself getting a little sleepy.

Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered, nuzzling against his shirt that suddenly had the most amazing texture in the world.

Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”

Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.

Following his direction, Folio turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast- he almost felt scared.

What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet?

What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt.

This was real for him.

You didn't pull away, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate, and something you never felt before; leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

It seemed wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Ruffilo- but you couldn’t stop.

His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need at each breath. Folio reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your tingling lips.

“Not in public,” you said quietly, giggling as he pouted.

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours, “I need your lips on mine.”

Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously.

Somehow, You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.

“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.

“Uh,” you began, but Folio tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.

“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.

You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Folio looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.

Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, immediately turning to pin you against the frame.

Your laughter then stopped as he loomed over you, heart racing as he kissed you desperately, tongue pressed against your bottom lip.

With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his body caging you to the door.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his short hair, running them through the gelled strands.

“You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Folio breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened.

Three boys in the last two days?

Where was all this coming from?

You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like such a challenge for them to take you on.

But really? You didn’t mind at all.

Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours with thirst before pulling back.

“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggestive smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.

Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.

All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Folio pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

He kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder.

You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.

Folio ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”

He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.

“You ever get eaten out when high before?” He asked between kisses, taking a brief moment to bite your thigh.

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to be quiet.

“Glad to be the first,” he teased, “I’d love to do it again if you want.”

“Y-yes,” you chewed back a moan, rolling your hips into his hand, “pl-lease.”

His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your leg again, slowly trailing towards your desire. Folio pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.

“Fuck, I love how soaked you are. All for me?”

Mumbling a confirmation, you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.

“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut while he ate you out feverishly.

You hadn’t noticed how Folio’s other hand held his arousal free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.

You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth while you reached your orgasm, fingers pulling his hair.

Folio was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.

Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your release. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling lustfully at him.

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, to which he laughed, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

“Yeah?” He lifted you off the counter, pulling you forward to kiss him. The taste of you on his tongue elicited another small moan, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass again.

Folio then cleaned you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, almost afraid to let go. You melted into him, heart racing with pure want and need.

“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.

You nodded, unsure what he meant about “whatever happens”.

But somehow, you knew it had something to do with all of them.

=

Two days later, the boys were sitting on the bus, bored. As much as they had enjoyed their days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.

Jolly and Ruffilo were watching YouTube videos on the couch while Folio lay upside down in the chair, chucking a rubber ball at the vinyl wall.

Noah's ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.

“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring daggers at Folio.

He stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- yet Jolly spoke for him.

“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.” Jolly teased.

Noah held up his middle finger, causing the swede to chuckle as he responded.

“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as that is.”

The words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again just to spite the singer.

Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium; and shit, everyone but him.

He then stood up, frustration evident on his face. As the ball bounced back toward Folio's hand, Noah reached over to intercept, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Folio snapped.

No one else said anything as Noah left the bus, slamming the door.

You were sitting with Matt outside, sharing memes, when you heard the door open and an angry Noah storm out.

Sharing a look with Matt, you stood up, watching as the brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced in front of you two.

“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.

His eyes softened when they met yours, but his arms remained stiff as he huffed.

He was frustrated, and for what?

They all bet on this. They all agreed.

However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm.

Staring at you intensely, he melted into your touch- face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. But it was true nonetheless. He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down, he also wanted you to be the distraction.

Looking at your phone, you checked the time, seeing that it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

=

There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.

To which, he purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.

Walking into the theatre, Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering on your skin as you sat down in the theatre.

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you. Both you and Noah sat in silence as the movie began- almost as if afraid to speak to each other.

The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching as Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers gliding along his sweatpants.

Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jolt slightly from the contact.

Without looking at you, his hands crept slowly up and down your leg, warmth radiating off his skin. It was teasing, and you fought to keep staring at the screen ahead.

But you froze as the next words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

Something about the way he said it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and he finally turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.

His eyes were dark as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”

Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.

Unsure why you followed, you did, placing a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

He scanned your face for a moment, as if relishing in the position of your body above his, and to gauge your reaction.

All you could do was swallow thickly, your heart pounding beneath your ribs as his stare never faltered.

"What do you want, Noah?" You whispered now. Even after everything else with Jolly, Ruffilo, and Folio- none of them seemed to make you as nervous as Noah did in this moment.

With a quiet hum, Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes.

The brunette stopped right below your neck, waiting for you to swallow again before lightly pulling you down to his face, mouth inches from yours.

His breath was warm as he spoke.

“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”

Shivering at his words, you let him take control.

Noah's lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.

He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body. As he pushed them deeper, his thumb began tracing rhythmic circles along your clit, while he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure. Your abdomen clenched with need, quickly growing a need for release.

Within a minute, your body squeezed around his fingers while you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core, out of your pants and toward your mouth.

He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers between your lips, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.

The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, for a moment, only before pushing you onto your knees, right between his legs.

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you sat between his thighs.

Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his hard length, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.

You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.

“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock. I know you love the taste."

His confidence caused your brows to furrow as you obeyed him. You took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself as you knew best, to Noah’s words.

It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his cock as you devoured him.

“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”

Moaning at his words, you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm.

Knowing that the boys talked about you to each other made your ears warm, especially now knowing that Noah would be talking to them about this.

With one final thrust of his hips, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.

Noah smiled down at you with pride. He spread his thighs, still sitting, while stroking himself. Meeting your eyes, he made you turn around with the spin of his finger.

“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”

Tugging your pants just below your add, his hands guided your hips down onto his arousal.

You relished in the feeling of how hard he was, and Noah’s groans sounded erotic as he pushed you up and down, helping you ride him.

He then held you still, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.

Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.

“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.

"Would that be so bad?" You teased, pressing back against him to meet his cock.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back while taking a hand to pull your head back gently, “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”

Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stroked himself to his climax. Watching his eyes squeeze shut and head tilt back was erotic, causing you to clench your thighs together.

You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.

Getting off the ground, your chest heaved as the two of you stood in front of each other, eyes fixated in an exhausted yet needy stare.

There was no going back now- each of the boys had confessed their desires, leaving you a withering mess.

Noah reached for the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs- leaving the movie behind.

He was completely silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand. Your fingers tingled around his as your heart continued to race.

What was going to happen now?

Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside the bus. Before you could open the door, you stopped to listen.

“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”

Immediately looking over at Noah with a tight glare, he ran his fingers through his onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet, Noah? Really?”

He nodded, just as the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.

“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment as their faces flushed.

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed. He stared at you momentarily before averting his gaze.

“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.

Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”

Part two

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[magnificentstrawberryomen]

grey passion (nicholas ruffilo one shot)

bc it’s his bday today 😌😌

smut, bondage, swearing, unprotected p in v (wrap before u tap), thats it i think lol, MDNI

nicholas’ was finally free until january ánd it was his birthday today, and you decided to celebrate it extra big because of that. decorations were everywhere in the house, themed with his favorite interests mixed with hearts and all kinds of romantic things. he woke up this morning with the surprise, an excited glimmer in his eyed and giving you hundreds of thank you kisses all over your face just because of the birthday decorations alone.

you wanted it to be very special today, and since you both haven’t seen each other for a while you wanted this year’s birthday to be something he wouldn’t easily forget.

you looked down at your dark red lace body set you were wearing, turning around to see every angle in the mirror in front of you. it fitted your body very well, and you were positive that he would like it a lot. he loved to worship you, especially your body—his hands going to every inch of your soft skin, every outfit you were wearing and what was underneath, as if he needed to take it in so well every time that he would indeed never forget it. he didn’t want to—he wanted to remember everything about you. you two found each other in both your depths in life, you were his anchor, his savior, and he wanted to make sure you knew, kissing the ground underneath your feet.

nicholas meant just as much to you, he could always cheer you up even when you had already decided to push everything and everyone away at the beginning of the day—that was impossible to do when it came to him. he could always make his way in between the walls you set up for everyone else, and you were actually glad he could. he saved you from so much darkness, and you had done the same for you, that he sometimes called you his flower—you grew flowers in places he didn’t even know existed before he knew you.

you were his seed of happiness, making him grow, wanting to make him grow.

you had send nicholas away with some excuse to pick up something up for you. he had looked surprised, almost offended, mocking “aren’t i the birthday boy?” but he went anyways, he could never say no to you, even on his own special day.

and when he saw you, in the dim light of the living room only being lit up by some candles standing on the small coffee table and red LED lights, he dropped the two bags in his hands and immediately took you into his arms to carry you upstairs.

“look at you, looking all nice in this goddamn lace, my own personal, special birthday present,” he murmured, almost groaned, into your neck as he peppered kisses all over your sensitive skin.

“of course. wanted to look real nice for you, especially since we haven’t seen each other for a while,” you giggled back, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and he just hummed in response, his mind already hazy and running crazy with all the things he wanted to do with you.

normally he always placed you gently onto the bed, even if he took you harshly after, but right now he seemed into a rush. his grey eyes roamed hungrily over the dark red lace body still covering your heated skin, already turning excited as you questioned what he would do with you, and that was already quickly answered when he harshly opened a drawer open from his nightstand and took out red silk.

your eyebrows slightly raised in both surprise and curiosity, then meeting his gaze again, standing more dark and lustful than ever. he was serious about this, and you immediately crawled higher up on the bed, so he could tie you up. you didn’t even question it—you two had never done this before, but you trusted him more than anyone, and this actually quite excited you.

his clothes landed on the floor, unbelting his jeans as his eyes never left yours, standing so lustful and primal that your throat almost tightened with nerves and excitement as you drooled between your thighs.

then, he hovered over you, about to tie up his hair, but you shook your head no. “please leave it down this time,” you almost whispered, and the corner of his mouth slightly twisted up as he mumbled, “alright.”

as expected his hands inspected your lace body, humming with appreciation, before then tearing it off you in one smooth movement, and you gasped slightly before looking at him with raw anticipation. he was indeed so, so serious about this—he had missed you so dearly, fantasized about you so much and how your body felt underneath his, how you always took him so well, how pretty you looked when you were a panting, sweating mess.

“you’re gonna treat me real good for my birthday tonight, flower?” nicholas asked you as he slowly spread your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, looking back to you after, and you eagerly nodded at him.

“yeah? gonna take me fully and well?” he then asked in a low murmur, looking down at his length as he positioned himself between you, and your breathing quickened with need for him.

“absolutely, baby.”

“good girl,” is what he answered before entering you without any further warning, making you loudly gasp as your head falls back against the headboard of the bed, and a low, loud grunt escapes his throat.

“jesus christ. have missed this and your pretty cunt so much,” he breathes before slowly moving, making the bed shake with each thrust, even more when he speeds up.

“fuck, i have missed you too, so much,” you breathed, overwhelmed by both the pleasure you had missed so much and his much more filthy mouth than usual, his need for you so big and primal.

“oh i can feel that baby, you take me so well, so fucking well.” his movements sped up even more, his closed eyes opening to burn right into yours, leaving you breathless by what you see in his grey—fire, big burning fire and passion for you, passion and determination to take you to the edge, to make you feel just how much those months without you have almost been torture for him.

you were his flower, his entire garden—making his soul bloom like no one else ever could. from this moment, as he looked at you and your entirety of love for him, he knew he never wanted to be parted from you ever again. and you knew, you felt it—and by the way your souls both connected even more than ever this night you were absolutely bound to be his forever.

[concretejunglefm]

Sinful Sunday thots.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader x Nicholas Ruffilo

CW: smut including mentions of fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, degradation, implied brat!reader, ghostface masks, mask kink, double penetration (p in v), size kink kinda, slight cum play, slight mean!dom Noah and Nicholas, use of belt for restraints, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, recording a sex tape.

Names: Slut, brat, sweetheart, fucktoy

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

If there’s one thing you know about Nicholas and Noah, it’s that they love to turn any task into a two-person job, and that includes you.

That’s how you’re here now, straddling Nicholas’ face while Noah fills your mouth. The length of him makes the tip hit the back of your throat each time as his fingers tangle in your hair, keeping you close and steady in his firm grip.

Unlike Nicholas, Noah wears a Ghostface mask as he looks down at you. Even with Nicholas’ skilled tongue, you can’t prevent your eyes from gazing up at him. Pure lust overpowers you, not only because of the mask, but also because of how he’s using you in a way you’ve thought about on more than one occasion.

“Is this what you wanted?” Noah smirks behind his mask, his fingers gently combing through your hair and pulling it back into a ponytail while his hips snap forward, meeting your mouth with deep, quick thrusts. “To be treated like a slut?”

Your eyes roll back, and you moan in response to his words, the vibrations traveling down his shaft, intensifying his pleasure. The moan you let out is also because of Nicholas’s actions, which draws your attention back down to him, his mouth closing around your clit and sucking, causing your hips to jerk as you grind against him.

You’re at your wits’ end, unsure of how much more of either of them you can take, yet you find yourself unable to stop.

It all began when they decided to play along with your idea of them joining you in a TikTok video inspired by the recent ghostface trend. One of them, Noah, stood behind you with their gloved hand around your throat, while the other, Nicholas, entered the frame with a fake knife and ‘threatened’ you with it.

The moment the video was recorded and ready to be uploaded, they had removed their masks until they noticed the way you had been staring at them. That familiar lustful look in your eye was evident whenever you had a thought about them or something they were doing that aroused you and the sight of them both in a Ghostface mask had that same that effect on you.

Now, as you ride Nicholas’ face, Noah thrusts his cock down your throat, using it as a personal fleshlight. The entire scene is being recorded on the same phone you had used to film your TikTok, creating a private home movie that thrills you even more.

All three of you were open to experimenting with each other, but this was something new, something that would remain exclusive to your eyes only.

“She’s so wet, she’s dripping.” Nicholas groans as he pulls back, and you gasp when his fingers gently caress your sensitive folds before pushing between them, teasing the bundle of nerves that thrums with anticipation, your climax steadily building, ready to send you over the edge.

With your mouth full, you’re unable to respond verbally, but you let out a muffled, inaudible sound that resembles the word “more.”

“Did you hear that? I think she wants more,” Noah teases. You wish you could reach up and pull that mask off just to see that smug smirk, but your arms are currently pulled behind your back, wrists restrained by Nicholas’ belt.

Around Nicholas’ head, your thighs tremble, and you whine around Noah’s cock, your hips bucking as you urge him to provide more friction before one finger slips in, followed by another, each triggering you to clench and propelling you closer to the edge of your release.

“She’s so close, I can feel it,” Nicholas teases, and your muffled moans vibrate around Noah’s cock, intensifying his throbbing in your throat as he slides just a bit deeper, his pre-cum being fed down it.

“Don’t let her cum yet! I want to feel her cum around both of us.”

You whine around him in response, your tear-rimmed eyes raising to meet Noah’s mask once more. You feel the soothing way his fingers gently stroke against your scalp, offering a silent blend of praise and comfort. He knows you’re already on the edge, close enough to tipping over, but he enjoys overstimulating you. Between him and Nicholas, Noah prefers to lead you to a single, intense orgasm, while Nicholas is content with providing multiple. Currently, it seems Noah is taking charge, and you’d retort if not for your mouth being full.

“Are you going to fuck me or are you just going to make me wait?” As soon as your mouth is free, you don’t waste any time, taunting them. You watch as both their eyes darken at you, Noah’s face finally revealed from behind the Ghostface mask.

“Oh, you’re being a real brat today, aren’t you?” Noah growls, but you can’t help notice the smirk on his face.

You don’t bother to feign innocence, shrugging nonchalantly as you move yourself across the bed on your knees. You deliberately push yourself slowly down, your hands still bound behind you, and your ass raised high, as if tempting them.

You feel your arousal slick on your thighs and are aware of how much your pussy probably glistens, inviting them. “And I thought that both of you were planning to ruin me? Or was that all you had?”

Over your shoulder, Nicholas and Noah exchange glances before each pulls their mask back down and into place.

‘Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.” You hear Nicholas' muffled voice, followed by Noah’s.

“Careful what you wish for. You might not be able to walk tomorrow.”

That thought sends a thrilling sensation through you, causing your already overly sensitive and trembling body to quiver.

Noah then grabs you, manhandling you into the position he wants you in on the bed. Pulling you onto his lap, he presses your back flush to his chest and directs your attention down between your thighs as he begins sliding you down onto his painfully hard cock, the tip still red and leaking precum. Feeling it throb as he pushes into your tight, wet hole, your walls squeeze around him and pull him deeper as you sink further down on him. “So incredibly needy,” he growls between his teeth.

In front of you, between your spread thighs, which Noah keeps held open by hooking his arms behind your knees, you watch Nicholas descend, pulling his mask up once more, but only enough to let his mouth free as his tongue teases against your clit. Hearing a low groan from behind Noah’s mask, you deduce that his tongue must descend lower and against his shaft.

“Fuck!” You hear Noah’s horse, pleasure filled voice once more, and your eyes roll back as the slow, deliberate movement of his hips beneath you initiates his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, with Nicholas’ tongue pressed against you, adding an extra layer of stimulation for both of you.

The knot in your stomach returns, tightening as you’re driven higher with each thrust and your sounds become higher-pitched, turning into soft pleas.

You feel the urge to cum, but Noah deliberately prolongs his thrusts preventing you from falling over too quickly. “Not yet,” he says, and you whine in response. His hand slaps your thigh in a playful warning gesture. “Be a good fucktoy, and maybe you can cum.”

That was an enticing proposal, but if being a good fucktoy meant him tormenting you even more, you had no idea how much more you could endure.

As Nicholas pulls away, you watch him through your half-hooded eyes as he begins to lather up his cock with extra lube and your walls tighten around Noah’s as you realize what’s about to happen.

“No, I can’t,” you gasp, shaking your head as you continue to squeeze around Noah’s cock, feeling the heat intensify within you. The thought of being so full of both of them already makes you feel dizzy.

Nicholas was larger than Noah, and he had previously filled you up, leaving you feeling sore and completely full. But the idea of them both…

You hold your breath as he positions himself between your spread thighs, his tip pressing against your already filled hole, alongside Noah’s cock.

“Nice and slow,” he murmurs from behind his mask.

Nicholas grasps your thighs, steadying himself as he begins to press against you. The moment he does, you feel the stretch, your head falling back against Noah’s shoulder. Your eyes follow, rolling to the back of your head, as you let out a loud cry of pleasure.

Just the tip feels overwhelming, yet soft pleas and begging for more escape your lips, encouraging him. He gently caresses your thigh as he continues to push into you, his cock joining alongside Noah’s, squeezing in against him. You feel them throbbing inside you, and the way Noah’s cock twitches as Nicholas slides against his. You’re certain he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

While Nicholas allows you a moment of recovery after he thrusts the hilt, leaving you completely stretched around him and Noah, Noah’s impatience wins as he starts to buck his hips beneath you, sliding himself in and out of you as best he can, his cock rubbing along the length of Nick’s in the process.

The way they both move inside you makes you reach dizzying heights you’ve never experienced before. Nicholas soon joins Noah in an alternating rhythm, neither of them allowing you to feel empty as they thrust alongside each other, the sound of your mixed moans growing louder, together.

You reach your breaking point swiftly, practically begging for your release, while they persist in taunting you.

“Begging already? You really can’t handle a little teasing, huh?”

“Only good little fucktoys get to come. And you haven’t earned it yet.”

Even though you try to hold on, you can’t. Squeezing around them both as they throb inside you, your body trembles violently upon Noah and your thighs shake beneath Nicholas’ touch as you cum around them.

The sounds you make fade into soft whimpered sobs from the overstimulation but they continue thrusting themselves into you, driving you further over the edge, fucking you through your climax until you find yourself tumbling over the edge yet again.

Their actions set off a domino effect of multiple orgasms, leaving you unable to control yourself, even as you begin squirting around them, something which is only encouraged by Nicholas as his rough fingers rub against your throbbing clit, watching as your entire body clenches and trembles from your overly sensitive state.

All you can do is squirm as they drive into you, each pulling you apart until you feel them spilling into you together. The warmth and fullness of their cum easily seeps out of you quicker than you anticipate, making you whimper as you peer down and see it coming from between your thighs, not wanting to lose a drop.

Nicholas eagerly complies as he scoops up the mixture of his and Noah’s cum onto his fingers and brings them to your mouth. He pushes his fingers inside for you to clean them, watching with a satisfied smirk as you obediently suck them clean, like the good fucktoy they’ve been molding you into.

Before you can swallow the mixture of cum, Nicholas removes his mask and presses his lips to yours, his tongue invading your mouth and sharing the combination. He groans at the explosion of flavors on his taste buds before pulling away, leaving you breathless and panting.

Behind you, Noah removes his mask and reaches a large, tattooed hand that gently cradles Nicholas around the back of his head, pulling him in. They share a passionate kiss, Nicholas sharing the combination of their cum with him, the intensity of their kiss leaving you to feel the arousal it stirs within them, causing you to let out a soft whimper as you tighten your walls around them both, daring neither of them to leave you yet.

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[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

More date vibes with Nicky

[lilgarbitch]

hi love how are youuu? first of, so in love your works!! second of, im in my ruffilo girl era ☝🥵 i was thinking,, can you do one where we go on a concert date and all that lovie dovie pls??? (totally not influenced by his last ig story)

Nearer My God

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

CW: debilitating fluff. Friends going on their first date and it going so well that you’re gonna start kicking your feet and giggling. I just love ‘little dialogue lots of body language’ stories.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this. This has to be my favorite request I’ve ever seen. You have no idea how quickly I began writing when I read it. And Nick couldn’t have picked a better band to have seen last night. And if he hadn’t convinced you enough, I highly recommend checking out Foxing, especially while reading this.

You’re running around your apartment, making sure you had everything you needed. You wanted to leave this anxiety at home, so the last thing you wanted was to end up forgetting something and stressing about it later. Checking your purse for the umpteenth time, you let out a sigh, hoping to exhale the fire from your nerves. 

You walk back into your bedroom and take one last peek at your appearance. You lean towards your vanity mirror, checking that you hadn’t smudged your makeup yet, when you hear a knock at your front door. 

With a gasp, you check your phone and realize that it was 6pm already. You take one last glance at yourself, smoothing out your outfit and running through your mental list of everything you needed before you finally made your way to your front door. With one last deep breath, you open it.

As you glanced at the adorable tatted boy across the threshold, you couldn’t help but match his nervous but excited smile.

“Hi,” you say, but it comes out a whisper.

“Hi,” he replies with a soft chuckle, “You almost ready?” 

You give him a nod and step away from the door, leaving it open for him to let himself in. You try your best not to run, as you don’t want to embarrass yourself with your excitement and nerves, but you rush your way through your apartment, grabbing your purse and shoes and turning off any lights or hair styling appliances. Once your shoes were on and you knew nothing would burn your house down while you were gone, you make your way to Nick, who was still standing at your door. He looked tense and in thought, but when his eyes landed on you walking back to him, his shoulders relaxed and a smile reformed on his face. 

You let him know that you were ready, so he gestures you out the front door before following. You quickly lock your door and join him on his stroll to his car. As he made his way closer to the car, he moved around it and walked towards the passenger side, opening the door for you with a smile. You let out a soft giggle and a ‘Thank you’ as you slide your way into the seat.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he says with a grin, leaning down in the doorway of the car to meet your eyes. 

“Oh…thank you,” you say, sounding a little sheepish as a blush formed on your cheeks at his unexpected chivalry. 

He just chuckled and closed the door before making his way around the car and sliding into the driver’s seat. 

It wasn’t a far drive to the venue, thankfully, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart race at the tension in the car. Soft music played on the radio and he gently patted his thumbs against the steering wheel as he drove. All you could do was try and leave your nerves behind, wanting to accept that this wasn’t a night to worry about impressions. He already asked you on a date. Even though it was to see one of his favorite bands, it was still a date, and it still proved that he was interested. If anything, bringing you to see music he enjoyed was more intimate than simply going out to dinner. 

“So, have you heard of Foxing before?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah,” you answered, “You mentioned them a while back, so I gave them a listen and really enjoyed their music, so I’m happy to finally be hearing them live.” 

He glanced at you for a moment before turning back to the road with a smile forming on his face.

“I got you into them?” he asked, sounding almost proud of himself, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. Like a sense of adoration at the thought of you giving his interests a chance.

“Yeah. I love checking out the bands you talk about, even if it’s in passing,” you reply, almost embarrassed to admit that you paid more attention to the things he talked about than he thought you did. 

A wide smile formed on his face, one that he couldn’t fight back as he felt a sense of warmth in his chest. You went out of your way to try to enjoy the things he did, and he could’ve fallen in love right then and there just hearing that. 

The ride fell into a silence once again, this time with a little more serene vibe as you made your way to the venue with smiles on your faces.

Once the car came to a stop, Nick quickly moved to open the car door for you again before you could even get your hand on the handle, causing you to laugh. 

You two made your way into the venue and found a good spot to stand, not too close to the center of the crowd, but where you could still see the stage perfectly. Nick let you stand in front of him to both make sure that you could see, and to keep an eye on the crowd around you.

The band eventually took the stage, causing the crowd to cheer. ‘Secret History’ began playing and you took in Conor’s vocals, letting yourself relax into the melody before you knew you had to brace yourself for the energy to pick up. 

It was a quick change, but thankfully you knew the song well, so you were expecting it. The music got louder and the crowd got crazier. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watch everyone fit into their element, letting themselves enjoy the music in their own way. 

Nick’s hands moved to rest on your hips in an almost protective manner, not wanting you to move too far and slip into the pit of people. You relaxed and let yourself take in the music, knowing you had someone protecting you as the music switched back and forth between peaceful melodies and harsh and heavy beats. 

As ‘Spit’ began playing, you felt Nick’s body finally relax behind yours, letting him take in the music and lyrics. He still had a hold on your waist, but his arms slacked and his body swayed gently as the music poured through the speakers. 

Would you hold my head in your lap

Soak the fever in cold rags

His grip on your waist tightened. Not in a tense manner, but almost like his mind subconsciously wanted to hold onto you tighter. 

Cause tonight you have my soul

The crosses have jumped off the wall

And all of this surrounding us is distraction 

Cemented in the moment, frozen in resin

His fingers moved against your hips, almost as if he was fidgeting, deep in thought and not realizing. You gently pressed your back against his chest, hoping the feeling would soothe him and bring him back. As you did, you felt his chest rise and fall, like he took a deep breath. He relaxed once again, feeling the warmth of your back pressed right above his heart, and rested his chin on top of your head. 

‘Greyhound’ was next, and soon the two of you swayed together to the music. You closed your eyes and focused on the comfort around you. His hands on your hips, chin on your head, the gentle rocking of your bodies, and the melodies flowing through the room. You didn’t know if it was the vibrations of the bass, or the feelings ruminating inside of you, but you could feel something in your chest.

“You doing okay?” He asked, bringing his face to the side of yours to speak in your ear, making sure you could hear him over the noise. You turned your head and looked up at him, pausing for a moment when you realized how close your faces were, before nodding with a warm smile.

He mirrored your smile with one that made your eyes flicker to how close his lips were. He soothingly rubbed his thumb against your hip as he stood back up, pulling you back to lean against his chest as he rested his chin on your head once again.

The music continued and the band spoke a few words to the crowd, getting cheers from the room. But Nick and you just stayed there, silently watching as he held you close. 

Your mind was racing. You had a crush on Nick for the longest time, and now you were on your first date with him and were enjoying it more than you’d ever imagined. You thought about when he finally asked you out, and how much it shocked you to find out he felt the same. How you always thought you’d have to deal with staying friends, terrified to say anything in fear that you’d ruin the friendship. But here you were, pressed close to him while you listened to a band both of you loved. And now, the only thing on your mind was how badly you wanted to kiss him.

You got pulled from your thoughts when ‘The Medic’ started, when you felt his chin moving and a rumble in his chest against your back, signaling that he was singing along. A smile formed on your face at the added comfort. The sweet act of him opening up as he let the lyrics flow from his lips.

She says you always smell like cigarettes 

And there’s always whiskey on your breath

But you’re the best that I can do

And I, I think I love you

Now if you want me to slow down

Just tell me to slow down

You join in, softly singing along with him.

Now if you want me to slow down

Just tell me to slow down

Cause I, I, I, I want, want, want to be loved

Yes, I, I, I, I want, want, want to be loved

You feel his hands subconsciously tighten their grip on your hips as he notices. He pulls you closer and slides his arms around you, holding you flush to him by your waist as you both continue to sing along. 

You both stayed like that, him having you in an almost possessive hold against him. Even when louder songs play and the crowd gets rowdier, you two just stood there, enjoying the closeness more than the music. 

You began to realize that he chose a Foxing concert for a reason. He wanted you to listen to the lyrics with him close to you. As the set continued and you truly took in the words Conor sang, you understood that this was Nick’s way of truly opening up, of letting you into his heart. The lyrics turned into a live reading of his everyday thoughts and his feelings for you. 

So when they started playing ‘Nearer My God’ and you felt his head drop to your shoulder as he began to sing along, your heart raced faster than before. 

I want it all

I’ll watch the bridges all burn

And I’ll be your dog

It was quiet compared to the noise around you, but you still heard it. His voice, singing along. He held you tighter, burying his face into your neck as he continued.

I’d be a darling for you

Or anyone who wants me at all

Does anybody want me at all?

You couldn’t react. You didn’t know how. All you could do was listen to him voice his deepest feelings as the song played. It wasn’t just his need for you. It was his need for comfort. For happiness. He was physically and metaphorically leaning on you for support as he spoke his deepest emotions out into the world through their lyrics. Your heart simultaneously ached and swelled at the vulnerability he was showing you for the first time. His heart opening to finally let you in. To be his support. To love him. To make him feel whole again.

As the song was coming to an end, you reached your hand up and gently laced your fingers into his hair, soothingly running them against his scalp. You wanted to be his comfort. To be the one he could come to. The one who could make him feel loved again. And instead of saying it out loud, you chose to show him. 

As he melted into your touch, you gently turned and leaned to the side, causing his face to pull away from your neck. Your eyes met, his baring a mix of nervousness and hope, while yours just showed pure love and adoration. 

You kept your gaze locked with his for a few moments, taking in how close he was to you and the peace you felt having him here. He let out a shaky breath as you glanced down at his lips, involuntarily licking yours as you used your hold on his hair to bring the two of you closer. 

The moment your lips met, it was as if time stopped and the two of you melted into one. He used his hands on your hips to slowly spin you around until your chest was pressed against his. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and wrapped the other around your waist, holding your body flush to his. 

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, his lips dancing with yours, but there was still passion behind it. As if it was your way of baring your souls to each other, with a need for it to never end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought a hand up to the back of his head, holding his face to yours like you’d never let him go.

Before you knew it, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, letting both of you catch your breath and take everything in. Your eyes were still closed as you held his head to yours and he held your body to his. ‘Hall of Frozen Heads’ flowed through the air around you. This was the peace you searched for your whole life.

You couldn’t hold it back. A chuckle fell from your lips, causing one to rumble in his chest against yours. You finally opened your eyes and looked up to meet his. The corners of his eyes were crinkled from the smile on his face, one that you realized mirrored yours. 

The lights of the venue came back on, bringing the two of you back to reality. You pulled apart and watched as the crowd began to file out, remembering that you too had to leave. 

Taking your hand in his, he managed to slip both of you through the crowd, almost in a hurry to get back to the car. You couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled you along with such dedication. 

Once outside, he wrapped an arm over your shoulder as you made your way back to the car, leaning his head on yours as if he couldn’t be close enough to you in this moment. 

He paused once you made it to the passenger side of his car, before turning you to face him. He looked down at you with a smile, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your head. 

“Thank you for letting me bring you. I don’t think I’ve ever had a better time at a concert,” he said in a soft, sincere voice.

“Not even your own?” you asked, giggling. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. 

“Not even close,” he said in an amused but gentle voice.

“Well, thank you for bringing me. Definitely one of my top 10 concert experiences,” you joked with a teasing smile. He playfully raised an eyebrow.

“Top 10?” he asked, leaning closer with a humored smile.

“Okay…top 5,” you continued with a playful tone as his lips got closer to yours. 

“How about now?” he asked before meeting your lips again, this time with a more delicate kiss. Both of you were smiling too wide into the kiss that you were giggling when he finally pulled away. 

“Fine. Top 3,” you said with a playful smile, looking up at him. He let out a chuckle and moved to open the passenger door for you.

“Guess I’ll have to find another concert for us to go to,” he said as you slid into the seat. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” you replied, making him chuckle more. 

[ladyveronikawrites]

AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A GOOD TIME

Lady Midnight's Kinktober in the Concrete Jungle 2024

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson x OC x Noah Sebastian

Cw- masked men, roleplaying, sensory deprivation: blindfolds, scarf as bondage, unprotected vaginal sex, mean ex boyfriend, double penetration, oral sex (male and female receiving), mild thigh slapping, spitting, vaginal fingering,  jerking off, facial, cum eating,  revenge kink if you squint, getting caught, voyeurism, THICK DICK NICK, one hot foursome, If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: a little self-indulgent fic, Star Wars characters ahead - Nick as Kylo Ren makes me feral lol - pärla means 'gem' in Swedish

AO3 || Wattpad || Word Count: 3k || masterlist || Taglist sign up

dividers by saradika-graphics

Ruby swipes on her signature red lip as she looks over her outfit in the full-length mirror by the front door. She adjusts her boring brown Jedi robes Nathan insisted she wear to juxtapose his Darth Maul. She scoffs to herself knowing damn well he has no idea who Darth Maul is and probably found the costume at Spirit Halloween. Reluctantly she sighs, the distant dream of her Sabine Wren cosplay lying buried under clothes in her closet never to see the light of day.

Her phone chimes, ripping her from her brief moment of sadness. 

She frantically types ‘OMW’ as she slides into the Uber.

Nathan <Ru, I have been waiting for over an hour.>

She can hear Nathan’s anger through the screen, silently sending a prayer for the driver to go faster. Ruby and Nathan were high school sweethearts that turned into an on-and-off-and-on-again situationship while they were away in college, but when Ruby dropped out of college to pursue music full-time as an indie artist - things went sour really fast. He never understood her passion for music, too self-absorbed in his reputation at the Ivy League university he got into thanks to his wealthy parents. 

Her fingers freeze over the screen as her heart shatters into a thousand pieces. 

Nathan <You know what, since it seems like you don’t care about MY time, we are done. For real this time. Don’t even bother coming.>

Tears stream down her face as she powers down her phone and shoves it into her purse. He can go fuck himself, Ruby thinks to herself - and she gets an even better idea. 

“S-sorry but can you take me downtown instead?” she asks, her voice wavering slightly as the realization sinks in. She takes a deep breath, drying her tear-stained cheeks as the driver pulls up to Nathan’s most hated bar- which happens to be her favorite, Third Base. 

The bar is bustling as she walks in. It’s been updated since she had been there, all those months ago when Nathan was doing a semester abroad in Rome. Ruby instantly fell in love with the quaint charm of the dive bar. It didn’t help that the bar owner was ruggedly handsome, the kind of personality that was homegrown from a small town. She ached for the slow stroll of home instead of the hustle and bustle of city life. Festive Halloween touches add to the ambiance and that’s when she realizes other patrons are also adorned in costume.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” his familiar twang wraps around her like a warm blanket. She should probably be sobbing into her wine glass in a rose-scented bubble bath in the comfort of her home instead she replies with “Whiskey neat, double.” She notices he’s the only one not dressed up, even his bartender is sporting a risque outfit. 

Ruby is about to mention the lack of costume when he asks “That kinda night?” Ruby downs the drink without a word, slides off the metal bar stool, and makes her way to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar. She scrolls through the CDs not really impressed with the selection. 

“Not finding what you’re looking for?” A distorted voice has Ruby turning. She opens her mouth to grumble about the lackluster music selection, but her brain turns to static. She’s met face-to-face with Kylo Ren. 

“I-” 

“Here, you might like this.” Another man dressed up as a Mandalorian pushes between them. Ruby stands in awe as the two men fight over a CD. Her awe turns into appreciation as she notices the small details in the homemade costume. Whoever’s in the suit spent hours making it.

“Can I buy you another drink?”  A deep voice comes from the bar.

She turns and freezes. “N-nathan? How’d yo-” She is silenced by a red-painted finger as the man towers over her. Realization strikes her that this man is too tall to be Nathan. 

“Nathan isn’t here Jedi.” Boldly, the stranger spits in her face - playing into the villainous role - yet Ruby can’t help but be even more aroused. 

Ruby finds herself being shoved into the back seat of an SUV. Not in a kidnappy way but in a rushed I-want-to-devour-you-way. The look Darth Maul is giving her has her pussy throbbing. She slides her way in as Kylo and Mando hop in the front. Warm lips pressed against her and; at this moment, she couldn't care less if she was covered in red and black body paint by the end of this. She pulls him in closer as his gloved hand teases the waistband of her leggings. Her head thuds against the window when he slips his fingers inside her as his tongue explores her mouth. Suddenly, his long finger slams into the sweet spot and she bites down on his bottom lip, hard. 

He groans, “You gonna surrender, Jedi?” 

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she whines as he finger fucks her all the way to her apartment. By the time they get to her apartment, his gloves are drenched and the back seat is damp where she was sitting, but Ruby could give a single fuck as in the span of 30 minutes she had already had more satisfying orgasms than Nathan could ever give her. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the thrill? Probably both. If one of them can satisfy her alone with his fingers imagine all three of them.

“You wanna do this Jedi?” Kylo Ren asks once in Ruby’s apartment.

“It’s not every night you get three masked men in your apartment,” she smirks her hands roaming over his black robes. 

“You’ll have to wear this,” the foreign Mandalorian slides a blindfold over her eyes. 

“That’s fine,” her breath catches as her hands drift up to grip Ren’s mask. “Can I take this off?” 

Abruptly, she finds herself pressed against a solid chest behind her and warm lips devour her own. She tangles her fingers into long hair and he groans when she yanks. 

“I was not expecting long hair, but it’s so soft.” Ruby twirls a strand around her finger. Her hand cups his cheek and pulls him into another kiss.

“Ren’s not the only one here Jedi.” Her heartbeat skyrockets at the memory of Darth Maul in the backseat of the car. The way he towered over her, his eyes dark with lust, and his voice made her pussy flutter.

 The mattress groans with the added weight and Ruby’s mind begins to spiral. She yelps with teeth and stubble brush against the skin on her inner thigh. Fuck, Mando has facial hair that's fucking hot. Ruby giggles as he inches closer to her core and at the same time remembers how Nathan can only grow a pathetic and patchy beard. She squirms, aching for roughness against her pussy..

“Oh you’re a feisty one,” Maul whispers in her ear as he settles down beside her. Suddenly, her hands are bound loosely with something smooth and soft. Her brain rationalizes one of her summer scarves that hangs from the hooks over the door. A part of her hopes it’s her favorite one, the black one with skulls. 

“Our red hot Ruby.” he nips at her ear and at the same time one of them pinches her nipple. Ruby yelps at the sudden pain, endorphins surging through her body. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, hm?” 

Smack

A large hand makes contact with her inner thigh. “Fuck! Yes,” Ruby yelps. “Yes, I like pain ‘n pleasure!”

Lips brush against her cheek. “Our little pain slut.”

“Our little pain slut,” Mando mumbles against her throbbing clit as he sinks two thick fingers inside her. 

“Fuck,” she groans as her pussy walls stretch from the invasion. 

“God Ruby… have you ever- “ he trails off, lost in thought. He sucks her clit between his lips and thrusts his fingers into the spongy sweet spot. Ruby writhes as the coil winds tighter in her core. Large hands clamp down on her shoulders to keep her steady as her body starts to tremble. In a silent scream, the dam breaks, and euphoria floods through her body as she releases herself onto Mando’s face. She writhes oversensitive and overwhelmed as he laps up everything she gives him. 

“Little, pärla” Mando pants, “You are divine.” 

Ruby finds herself being pulled gently to sit upright. “Here’s some water,” Ren says softly, handing her a glass of water.

“Thank you.” Her cheeks warm to the kind gesture. “Nathan never took care of me like this.” Her lips press into a thin line and her shoulders slump forward as her mind flashes each disappointing experience. 

A warm hand settles on the small of her back, gently rubbing up and down. “Ain’t nothin’ but a good time, hm?” Mando whispers seductively, his breath is hot against the shell of her ear.  

Ruby briefly wonders if that would have been the track he chose at the bar. Her heart flutters at the parallels and she enthusiastically adds, “Hell yeah!” 

She squeals at first when hands grip her hips and hoist her onto his lap. His hard cock

“You ready for a good time, sweetheart?” Ren asks before pulling her into a heated kiss. His free hand roams over her tits as another set of hands rubs up and down her thighs. Sandwiched between the two men her heart races with anticipation. 

“Got any lube, darling?” Mando asks as Ren pulls her up onto her knees. 

“In… the… drawer…”  she replies between kisses. Her heart leaps into her throat when a cold and wet finger circles the tense muscle of her asshole.

“Can Mando fill you up back there while Ren plays with your pretty pussy?” Maul’s baritone makes her spine tingle. Mando’s finger stills at her back entrance and Ren nips at her other ear. 

“Can I watch?” Maul asks, pulling the blindfold off and Ruby’s eyes widen, taking in the sight before her. Ren’s stormy blue-gray eyes captivate her first, then his soft smile and tint of pink on his cheeks. She can’t resist carding her hand through his hair, so smooth. He leans into her touch, entranced by the gentleness. The world around them darkness slightly and she briefly forgets about the other two. She could stay here, locked in his gentle gaze but her eyes begin to wonder. Her other hand traces the tattoos on his shoulder to his wrist where in the corner of her vision she spies his large thick cock. 

Suddenly, a gloved hand grips her wrist and twists her sideways. His fingers entwine with hers as the other grips her chin. “Don’t forget about us, Jedi.” His deep brown eyes are piercing and she notices that his face is the only exposed skin free of paint. His abdominal muscles flex as her gaze lowers, she huffs disappointed that he is clothed from the waist down.

Her eyes widen at the sound of a deep moan. Maul tilts her head back so she can see the man behind her. His grasp loosens completely and she twists her body more to see Mando better. 

“Hello, pärla,” he moans her nickname, his eyelids flutter closed as he strokes himself. 

“Looks like Mando’s ready. Are you?” Maul asks. 

Ruby remains fixed on watching Mando touch himself. She mutters a breathless, “Yeah.” 

“Come back to your supreme leader.” A tinge of pain pricks at Ruby’s scalp when Ren fists her hair and tugs. She moans as the pain melts into pleasure. 

“Finally showing me your dark side, Ren,” Ruby smirks. “I like it.” 

“Good.” Ren crowds into Ruby’s space, thrusting his hand around her throat. He squeezes slightly then releases pressure completely. “Lean back.”

Ruby adjusts her stance to straddle Mando’s hips. Together, Mando and Ren guide her to lower herself onto him. Maul groans beside them.  The stretch takes her breath away, if only for a moment as the hand tightens around her neck and lips crash onto hers. Ruby succumbs to the sensations letting Mando set the pace while she battles for breath with the fallen Jedi. Ren shoves her back against Mando’s chest by the throat. She sucks in the air when he releases his hand, chest heaving with every inhalation. 

“My turn,” Ren growls, nipping at her earlobe. He squeezes the soft tissue of her breasts as his mouth trails kisses down her torso. Grinning he spreads her legs apart wider and his lips gently kiss her tummy before descending through her silken folds. Mando thrusts into her as Ren teases her other hole with his tongue and then sucks at her clit. She’s teetering on the edge of bliss when it is abruptly ripped away.

“No cumming yet darling.” Mando stills inside her just as Ren flattens his tongue licking one final time before pulling away. 

“Do you want a taste?” Ren asks, his lips ghosting over hers. Her mouth drops open to respond but without warning, fingers slide their way in. Disappointment sours her stomach when Ren leans over and kisses Mando. Greedily, she flicks her tongue around Ren’s fingers in hopes of vying for his attention. 

“Is our Ruby a little jealous she is getting attention?” Maul laughs. In the heat of the moment, Ruby had forgotten all about him. “No… you aren’t jealous, but your needy little cunt is.” Desperation flashes through her as she bites down on Ren’s fingers. Ren huffs a laugh against Mando’s lips, 

“I heard that cunt is still needy, hm?” Ren tilts his head, his gaze scanning over her body. A small whine leaks out of her mouth. He slides his fingers out of her mouth and onto her throat. His lips curl into a devilish smirk, “You want more?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” Ruby’s lashes flutter when Ren sinks into her dripping pussy. 

“So tight-” Ren groans.

“Dude, I can feel you,” Mando gasps when Ren bottoms out.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Maul muses.

Ren holds her steady as Mando slowly thrusts in and out of her. 

“Feeling good?” Maul whispers lowly in her ear.

“S-so good, so full.. he's so big” Her words melt into nothingness when Ren flexes inside her.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come… don’t-” Ruby whines as Mando and Ren alternate thrusting into her ass and cunt.

“Ru, you home? I saw your car out front.” Her ex’s voice booms through the apartment, his words slur together in one long word. But she can’t be bothered as pressure builds in her core. 

“Shhh,” Mando shushes her with a hand to her mouth

“Maybe,” Maul leans over and whispers turning Ruby slightly towards him. Grinning he offers his eager cock to her and she eagerly nods. Ren smacks Maul in the arms when he moans as Ruby takes him into her mouth. 

The bedroom door swings open and Maul’s cock throbs between her lips. Ren and Mando are too far gone to care when -

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Ruby sighs against Maul’s softening cock slipping it from her mouth while she is still being pounded between two beautiful men. It takes all of her strength not to come when she leans around Ren to stare Nathan dead in the eyes. 

“Fuck! You!” she groans as she comes, flipping Nathan one and then sucking on each of her middle fingers. Her eyes roll back as she catches a glimpse of him stalking out the door. When the door slams shut she sinks into Mando as euphoria floods her body.

“Damn, that was hot!” Maul says impressed. Ruby peers up through her lashes at Maul who’s stoking his now hard cock. 

“Yeah?” Ruby cocks an eyebrow. Without hesitation, she pulls his free hand and sucks on his middle finger. 

Maul sucks in a curse. “Damn girl, fuck.” Ruby bites down at Maul’s finger, not painfully hard, but enough when her hair is yanked back and she is pulled off. 

“Wh-”

“Open up,” Mando commands as he grips her jaw forcing her mouth open. Ruby opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out with anticipation. Mando lowers his hands to rest around her throat squeezing gently. Ren tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to suck on her nipple. She jolts when he bites down, her pussy walls clenching around his semi-hard cock. Mando slides his hand down her middle to circle her clit as Ren plays with her tits. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maul curses as he splatters his cum all over Ruby’s face. Small whimpers come from her open mouth as another orgasm wrecks through her. She swallows then licks her lips and smiles up at Maul before pulling him closer to lick and suck at his softening cock. She hisses when Ren pulls off her tit with an audible pop. 

Ruby hums satisfiedly, leaning back against Mando, as Ren slides out of her. Before he can say another word, she mumbles, “Baby wipes in the bathroom down the hall.” 

She doesn’t open her eyes but sinks further into bliss as Mando rubs his hands up and down her arms. “You did so well for us Pärla,” he whispers in her ear. All she can muster is a hummed agreement. 

“Let me clean you up,” Maul offers when Ren returns. She blinks to find soft brown eyes and a dazzling smile to greet her. “Thank you,” she whispers. “All of you,” she adds when Ren takes Maul’s place in front of her to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. As Ren and Maul redress, Mando steals more kisses as he helps Ruby up to dress her. 

“Here,” Maul hands Ruby her glass of water. “You can call me Noah.” 

“Hi, Noah.” she flashes him a dazzling smile in the afterglow.

“Food?” Ren asks before adding,” The name’s Nick and he’s Jolly.” 

“No please- you guys can go, I’ll be alright.” Ruby dismisses, gesturing to the door.  

“Please?” Jolly wraps her up in his arms. “Dinner and a movie and we will leave after that.”

“We just don’t want you to be alone,” Nick adds. 

“Fine.” Ruby relents as her stomach rumbles. “Thai food and the new Deadpool movie.” 

The four of them settle on blankets and pillows in the living room with Ruby in the middle. She finds herself leaning against Jolly’s shoulder and for the first time in a long time has finally felt at peace.

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I've Got You -Nicholas Ruffilo x gn!reader

Content warnings: angst, breakdown, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: When you come home distressed and upset, your partner, Nicholas, does what he can to comfort you

Author's note: this was written for a friend, but I made it vague enough to apply to just about anyone in any difficult situation <3

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.

“Nicky?” You call into the apartment..Your chest heaves and your hands shake as you close the front door behind you. You stumble through the front room, your shoes toed off and strewn in various places as your eyes start to fill with tears again. You had broken down in the car and you can tell it won’t be long until you’re imploding again. “Nick, where are you?” You cry in a raised tone. You fight to keep your breathing steady and your lungs ache from the effort. Footsteps pad on the hardwood floor as Nick rounds the corner of the hallway, cheerful grin slipping as he lays his eyes on you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He takes quick steps towards you and you meet him in the middle, body weight tipping forward for him to catch. Your bodies collide just in time for your emotional dam to crumble and you dissolve into a shaking mess of tears. Nick clutches your waist, holding you up and against him. “Sweetheart, talk to me. What happened?” 

You shake your head where it lay on his shoulder. “Don’t wan- talk’bout it.” Each syllable is broken by a gasping breath that radiates heat back to your face. Your tears, snot, and leftover makeup have already soaked through and stained Nick’s shirt; a detail that only adds to your distress, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Okay,” Nick’s mind races through possibilities as you cling to him, his arms snug around you. He doesn’t want to dwell on what happened, trusting that you aren’t in any danger, but he can’t help his wandering mind. One of his hands finds its way to your head, cradling you as you wear yourself out of tears. For minutes he holds you, tingles and miniscule pinpricks working into his feet from the lack of movement. He sways a few inches to the left and right, acting as a comforter, protector, whatever you need. As your tears diminish to silent drips, Nick pulls away just enough to hold a palm to rest on your cheek. “C’mere.” He nods back in the direction of the living room, dropping a hand to your back as he guides you down to the plush, gray couch.

Nick’s grip stays steady and firm around you, pulling you into his chest as you collapse into him for the second time. His scent permeates through your senses; that woodsy musk that you’ve grown to cling to grounds you to the moment and stems your anxiety. Your legs lay draped across his lap as the two of you sink back into the couch. The burning in your eyes itches with residual salty tears. It hurts. Your chest, your body; you’re in pain and Nick knows it. A hiccup wracks your body and you inhale shakily, body expanding into his with your breath. He gently shushes you with lips on your temple; the slight warm brush of his skin is comforting in a way you can’t describe.

You want to speak. You want to cry, thank him, explain, say something, anything. But you can’t. Every time you open your mouth, emptiness consumes your breath and swallows it whole, leaving your mouth a gaping hole. You close it slowly and burrow yourself further into him. Your arms are curled by your stomach and you just feel so…small. So fatigued and just wanting to feel better. You crane your neck to tuck your head under Nick’s chin and he sighs, clenching his arms tighter to you. Another hiccup forces its way through your throat and it sends you over the edge, lips pulling down as you tremble with a dry sob. 

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he coos, barely holding it together himself. Seeing you like this ignites an indescribable, helpless pain inside of him; one that’s only eased by soothing you. The calluses of his fingertips brush along the prickled skin of your bare arm, the tendrils of hair that have come loose from his bun hang down across your head. “I’ve got you,” he repeats in a whisper. You cling to him with desperation as the next wave of tears stings your overworked eyes. Would you ever be able to stop crying? But Nick doesn’t seem to mind; he rocks you ever so gently, chest vibrating against your cheek with his quiet hums and breaths. The steady quiver of his heart lulls you, even as the tears continue to fall of their own accord. You don’t feel like you’ll ever be better, the ache in your chest feels too permanent. 

“Why don’t we lay down, hm?” You say nothing, chin twitching down in an imperceptible nod. With one arm holding you secure, his other reaches for the red plaid blanket hanging off the arm of the couch in a fabric waterfall. Tight in his grasp, he reclines the two of you down to the cushions. You settle on top of him as he fluffs out the blanket and drapes it over you. You focus on your breathing; one shallow breath at a time followed by a long exhale as your eyelids drag together in slow, tired blinks. Everything feels a little simpler in his arms. Less pain, less confusion; just his warm skin shifting against yours and the heavy silence that communicates better than any words could. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out quietly. Those two words took every bit of strength you had left as they bled directly into Nick’s chest. Your hair shift as his lips dip down in a gentle kiss on the crown on your head. His fingers follow to brush away your tear-damp hair away from your cheeks, and he smiles the best he can. It hurts, it all still hurts and he knows that. He knows he can’t take that away from you no matter how desperately he tries to, but if there’s anything he can do to make it a little easier to bear he’d do it a thousand times over. 

“Of course,” he whispers back. His fingers continue the path of your hair, combing through the knots. The furniture beyond the couch starts to shift in your dizzy gaze, the exhaustion of your breakdown wearing into your soul and begging you to sleep. Your body sags deeper into his as each group of muscles sets free the tension they cling to. Nick’s quiet “I love you” slips past your fog in time to permeate through your heart before you finally release yourself to rest.

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