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aromantic mike chilton for @aggressivelyarospec week!!!! :D

accompanying story under the cut!

It didn't work out with Julie.

They had broken up and decided it would be best to stay friends. After all, with Mike... nothing really changed at all. Like... nothing.

And that was kinda the problem.

Julie didn't think herself to be too judgmental of a person, not after everything everyone's been through. She and the Burners worked hard, played hard, and succeeded together (oftentimes against all odds).

They slept in cuddle piles after dinner some nights whenever Julie could slip away for more than a day without arousing her dad's suspicions. They passed bongs around for a lung-hacking hit or two, went skinny-dipping in the lake at night, patched up each other's bloody wounds countless times.

And then somewhere down the line, Julie fell in love with Mike.

She had no idea when exactly, since she doesn't really do feelings like that, can't afford to with a life like hers. But it happened... somehow.

Julie couldn't quite place exactly what it was that initially drew her to him, especially at first. Sure, the guy was friendly, decisive, assertive without being too overbearing, and unbearably charming. But.

It was the charm that caught poor Julie totally off-guard, really. She'd often hear her father ranting and raving about his golden-prodigal-son-turned-traitor, and his ID photo in his file wasn't really much to look at, either. Julie would never admit it out loud, but she had snuck down to Motorcity for the first time ever with low expectations.

Later, she came back up to her pod in Deluxe with stars in her eyes.

But she wasn't in love with him then, no. She knew this because she was pretty sure her constant Mike Thoughts did not manifest until after the kids all went to Antonio's together for the first time.

It was summertime, around nine months after the group was (un)officially formed. The heat had Mike shirking his jacket and leaving it in Mutt, and his old t-shirt was getting a tad bit tight after all the exercise he was getting around the hideout, especially after Texas moved his workout gear in and Mike took him up on his offer for semi-regular sparring sessions.

And boy, did that Mike fella fill out. Mhmm.

Even Julie-- a girl who was mostly blind to typical male affections directed at her in school-- had to admit to herself that when Mike put on a little more weight in the right places, when his biceps bulged a bit as he flexed an arm and his shoulders got a bit wider... it took a lot more effort to wrench her studious gaze away.

Geez Louise.

Before long, she was doodling their initials and combining both of their names in her little sketchpad. Gag. Gross.

But Mike never seemed to pay attention to her the same way in return. She didn't catch him looking away from her at inopportune times, and he'd never lay a single hand on her aside from a typical friendly pat on the shoulder, or a comfortable lean on an arm while the Burners all lounged around during movie nights. Hell, he seemed more affectionate with his best friend Chuck than he was with her most times.

So she kept her thoughts to herself. Easy peasy. She kept secrets from her dad, from her friends, and now from Mike. Like everything else, she created a neat, separate file in her head and tucked that little secret away. She managed to conceal it for long enough.

Until it became too big to ignore.

And then it happened.

And it really just... happened. Julie hardly registered herself even doing it.

It happened like this: Mike had rescued Julie from certain death at the lake after she crashed an out-of-control 9 Lives out through the barricades and into the water, and they were panting and coughing up water on the sand after Mike succeeded in dragging her out. Dutch and Texas were busy racing around and distracting the Kanebots, luring them all away from the pair.

Julie didn't say anything. Neither of them did. Julie just... surged forward when she blinked the water out of her eyes and saw him, his angelic face hovering mere inches away from hers. She remembered the dewey drops on his long lashes and the warmth of his lips more than anything else.

And then she's pretty sure she blacked out afterwards because the next thing she remembers, she's waking up on the couch wrapped in blankets and towels, wearing Chuck's hoodie.

She doesn't ask anyone why Chuck opted to be the guy to lend his clothes to her.

(It wasn't Chuck who lent it to her though.)

After Jacob makes sure she has a steaming mug of soup in her hands and is generally fussed over enough, he bids her a goodnight and leaves a big holoscreen playing old-timey anime shows for her.

Shortly afterwards, Mike slips into the room on feet far too quiet for a rowdy teenage boy like him. Julie almost misses his entry and startles when she notices him casually leaning on a wall over to her right, almost blending in against the garish grafitti and street signs.

They sat down and spoke quietly, privately.

Julie appreciated that Mike had enough tact and forethought not to confront her in front of all of the guys. Thank god. Julie wouldn't even know how to handle the endless teasing that would inevitably assault her from all angles if they ever even suspected that she had a crush on Mike.

And how embarrassing, really! The only girl on the team falling for the charming and roguish leader of a group of rebels. Double gag.

It was by some miracle that no one ever suspected Julie's true feelings, and that the actual love interest found out before anyone else did. Lucky her!

And incredibly, Mike shared her feelings too! Who would've thought it! Definitely not Julie, that's for sure.

Mike hadn't even seemed to glance her way at all in all the time they had known each other. He always maintained the same level of friendliness with her as he did with the other guys. But he confessed then that he knew Julie was special, and that their bond that grew in the time they had known each other was special, too.

Wow. Look at them, both hiding their feelings so well! It's like they were meant to be.

So they agreed to go steady.

Eventually, they told the rest of the Burners. Well, it really was just that it was kinda hard for them to ignore when Julie would sneak her index finger over to Mike's hand and hook it onto his pinkie as they walked back to their cars after a quick errand run for the Skylarks or an easy mission.

So they decided to make the announcement at Antonio's, which Julie thought was perfectly poetic. It was where she first fell in love with Mike, and now here they were a year and a half later, making it official.

They didn't expect the other guys' reactions, though. The Burners received the news... lukewarmly.

"You guys were in love?" Texas spewed bits of pizza all over the table as he chewed with his mouth open. Ugh. Typical Texas.

"Oh! Wow... uhm. Congrats, guys." Chuck seemed to hide behind his hair even more as his shoulders hiked up in a nonchalant shrug.

Dutch rubbed his chin. "...Yeah. Uh, yeah...? Cool. Congrats, you two."

And then silence fell over the table.

"Is... is there a problem with this, or?" Julie dared to press.

Everyone silently exchanged glances.

Mike-- bless his heart-- misread the situation and clasped his hands together on the table.

"Guys, look," he started, "this isn't gonna change anything about the team. We're still gonna be friends, I’m not prioritizing Julie over anyone else on missions. It's just... we're gonna... we're gonna be the Burners, except I’m dating Jules now! That's all!"

Mike smiled warmly at all his friends. Chuck chewed on his lip.

Dutch bobbed his head thoughtfully. Then, after a while, he said "nah, yeah. We figured. I mean, you're a pretty great guy so it's not like we thought you were gonna up and abandon us or anything. It's just that... uh. So when did this uhhh, yanno, this whole thing start?"

Julie blinked.

Mike cocked his head. "Start?" He asked.

"Y'know, like when did y'all start liking each other? Because uh, no offense, but this is kinda comin' out of the blue for us. Literally nobody thought this was gonna be a thing. Tell us some stories!"

Mike blew out a breath and leaned back in the booth. Julie smiled.

"Weeeellll," Julie squinted with excitement and then let the cat out of the bag.

She told them all about it, how in this very same booth she watched as Mike's t-shirt stretched over his muscles all those months ago and how his smile seemed to shine brighter than the diner's neon signs. Then about how she leaned against Mike's broad chest after agonizing for hours over not being able to free him from her father's maximum-security prison that one time. About all the dreams she'd have of them together, the intimate late-night talks they'd have while having a couple of drinks on the rooftop of some abandoned building. How she loved his bright eyes and strong hands...

When she finished, she had a dreamy kind of look all over her face. Mike had a brow quirked, but he smiled back at her all the same.

Everyone exchanged glances again.

"So Mike. Was it like that for you?" Chuck asked eventually. It had a strange sort of lilt to it, like he was in on an inside joke that Julie wasn't.

She bristled a bit.

"Oh! Uh." Mike glanced around quickly. "Not... really? But Julie's super pretty, so when she confessed to me, I was pretty stoked."

Mike grinned like a goofball. Julie grinned like a goofball. The rest of the Burners looked skeptical.

"Hm. Cool! Well, great." Chuck turned back to his loaded pizza slice.

And just like that, things mostly went back to normal.

And, uh... Mike was right, this... really wasn't changing anything between them and the Burners. Like at all.

A small part of Julie was kind of hurt by it, but she tried to wave the feeling away. It was nonsense, and she should be happy. Mike loved her! He just wasn't a romantic type, that's all. He loved his friends, loved being a Burner... it was fine.

Right?

It was normal for her to have to remind Mike every now and then to go out on a date with her. He's a busy guy, and this was his first relationship. Julie just had to be patient.

Patient... patient. Yeah. She could be patient.

It was when Chuck joined them for their sixth "movie date" in a row that the patience was starting to run a bit thin, though.

Chuck and Mike settled side-by-side on the communal couch, swapping snacks as easily as breathing and nursing a popcorn bowl between them. Mike hooked an arm over Julie's shoulder though, so Julie said nothing.

It was a couple of months later when Mike makes a quiet confession to her as they laid together in his pristine bed one night.

"I don't really like kissing all that much," he mumbles, face half-buried into his pillows. "But I like holding you. Is that okay?"

Julie's heart sinks into the covers. But she nods anyways. "Yeah. That's okay."

"Really? Do ya mean it? It's not weird or anything, right? We can still be together but not kiss. Maybe I can give you forehead kisses instead?"

Julie sighed softly. "Mmnyeah, that's fine."

"It's not you, it's me, Jules. I just--"

"Mike. Trust me, I get it. It's okay, seriously."

Mike gave her a grateful smile back.

Damnit. Well.

Anyways, life continued on. Julie resigned herself to accepting the fact that her boyfriend was just simply a guy's guy.

Julie liked cars but Mike was all over Mutt. Loved the damn thing more than he loved her, honestly. She loved being a Burner, but it seemed like it was Mike's purpose, like he was more devoted to the city under the dome than he was to his girlfriend. And above all, Mike loved the Burners. All of them. He spent a bit more time with Chuck than he did with anyone else in the team, but he was always there for everyone just as passionately.

Which was. Fine.

Freeing Motorcity from her father's reign of terror was indeed way more important than holding hands with a cute boy!

Duh, of course, stupid Julie.

Whatever.

When they inevitably broke up, it blindsided Mike. He thought they were the best of buds! The bestest of buds-- aside from him and Chuck, of course! But while he loved Chuck fiercely, his love for Julie was... different. Fierce but different. He could never describe it in words but he knew what he was feeling was real.

He loved Julie! So when she suddenly broke up with him, it was like getting hit with a sack of flour out of nowhere.

They were leaned up against Mutt's hood on a cliff overlooking Lake Erie when Julie finally broke the news. They were casually smoking a cigarette, passing it back and forth. Mike's idea of a "date." Anyways.

"I can't really keep doing this, Mike." Julie sighed out a cloud of smoke. She said it so matter-of-factly, as casually as if she were simply commenting on the weather.

Mike whipped round to look at her. "Keep doing what?"

"This," Julie threw her hands up and tucked them into her vest pockets after handing Mike the cigarette back. "This... 'relationship'. It's not working out."

"What... whaddya mean? We just started dating, it's kinda too early to tell--"

"No, Mike." Julie interrupted loudly. Her eyes were avoiding Mike's face carefully. "No... it's not. We've been together for months and we have never moved on from our friendship. You... just admit it, dude. You're just not into me."

Mike pushed himself off of Mutt and placed his hands on both of her shoulders, forcing them to stand face-to-face. "Julie, look at me." He had his jaw set.

Julie swallowed as she peered up at him from her bangs.

"I love you more than you can ever know. I know I’m messing up, but... but I’m trying, okay? Just give us one more chance, Jules. I can make it right, I know it!"

Julie took a step back, wrinkling her nose. "Mike! Just give it up, okay? I know you don't feel the same about me as I do about you," she pleaded, mortified. "It's okay! It's fine! We can just move on and let it go!"

"B-but it's not! No, Julie c'mon, bro--"

"Bro?!" Julie exploded, hands in the air now. "Are you hearing yourself right now? Am I your girlfriend, or your bro?"

Mike gaped at her like a fish, mouth opening just to close again. Then, he hunched his shoulders and shoved his hands in his pockets.

He kicked a couple of rocks off the cliff, watching the pebbles scatter and plummet dozens of feet below.

Then he ran his hands through his hair, a nervous habit of his, before returning back to Julie.

He exhaled loudly. "What... what's the difference? You... isn't that what dating is all about? Being best friends with your partner?"

Julie glared at him. "Yes! And it's also about being more than that, too!"

Mike scoffed. "More than friends? What does that even mean? Nothing is more important than friendship, Jules. Not in Motorcity."

"Nothing is more important than friendship?! Mike--" Here, Julie took a step back to pinch her nose and exhale. "Look. When I confessed my feelings to you for the first time, what were you feeling?"

"What was I feeling? Uh, I dunno, happiness I guess? What, did you want me to say that I didn't care? I care about your feelings, Julie! I do!"

"So you started dating me because you didn't want to hurt my feelings?!" Julie shouted.

"Where are you getting that from?!" Mike shouted back.

"Mike! You are just not into me! I can just tell! It's okay! W-we can just be friends, like how we used to be. I don't even know why you're fighting me so hard on this, I'm the one breaking up with you. You can't change my mind!"

"Right," Mike huffed, "because you don't love me anymore. No, I get it. It's fine."

They glared at each other for a beat.

Then, Julie shoved her hands back into her vest pockets. "No, Mike. I do love you. I just think..." she sighed, all the wind in her sails blowing away, "I just think it's best for us to go our own separate ways."

Mike startled. "Wait, what? Jules... are you...? You're not leaving the Burners, are you?"

"No, I'm not leaving the Burners." Julie says through clenched teeth. "I'm just gonna take a quick break and then when I come back? We're gonna be just friends again, Mike. Alright?"

Mike inhales deeply, his own anger trickling out of him like water as well. "... Fine. Fine, yeah. Whatever you want, Julie." He hangs his head.

They then stare off into the horizon together, watching the twinkling star-like pinpoints of light on the underside of the dome. Watching as the lake's waters undulate and shimmer in the darkness of the cool evening, a gigantic dark mirror reflecting the pinpoints back to the ceiling.

Mike idly scuffs his boot on the ground again, putting out their shared cigarette. In a sad sort of way, the dying ember of the smoldering stick being stomped out into rocks and gravel was a lot like their relationship: dead and done. And of course it had to be Mike to put them both out, huh. Right.

Real poetic.

Julie turns around wordlessly, climbs into Mutt and sits in Chuck's seat.

Time to go.

After a few seconds Mike nods once, fixes his collar and slides into his own seat.

The ride back up to Deluxe is quiet.

Except this time, it had been a long while since they had the time to relax like this. These days, Kane's attacks were getting more and more savage, brutal... and cunning.

It was a couple years later when the kids were a bit older --but not that much older at the same time-- that they all filed past the doors of Antonio's and slid right into their usual booth.

Kane's latest attempt at a hostile takeover of Motorcity involved way too many sneaky double-crossing spies all trying to break the Burners up and weaken the city's best defense. Sneaky bastard, that Abraham Kane.

But they thwarted him yet again, despite it all. They beat the bad guys, restored peace back amongst the gangs and the civilians, and saved the day.

It had taken weeks this time, but they succeeded.

So now to celebrate, they're placing their orders for the greasiest, most heart-clogging fast food on the menu and sitting back to happily sip at their drinks. They're finally enjoying their time together again, and Mike is especially pleased that everyone made it out alive.

Sitting elbow-to-elbow with his bestest friends in the world, Mike takes advantage of a lull in the conversation to clap his hands together and get everyone's attention.

"Okay, guys!" He announces. "So, I'm pretty sure we're all kinda fried after... y'know, everything. Everyone's probably too tired to care about what I'm going to say next! So... confession time."

"Hmhmm! Spill, then," Chuck smirks, his chin in his cyborg hand. It was a recent upgrade to his prosthetic, and it shone a beautiful silvery-blue under the diner lights.

Mike chuckles nervously. "Uh, I... I think that... I figured out that I can't fall in love!"

Everyone stares at him.

Chuck casually slurps his milkshake through a straw.

Dutch turns to him then. "Wait. You knew?"

Chuck sits up. "Uhh hahaha, whoa. Where'd that come from? You psychic or somethin'?" He deflects awkwardly.

"You're clearly not surprised," Dutch points out.

"Pfft yeah I'm not surprised. Who's been Mike's best friend since, like, kindergarten again?"

"Ah. And ya didn't think to let me know anything back when we were dating? Sure would've saved us a lot of time," Julie quipped drily.

Chuck holds his mismatched hands up. "Now hold on a minute! I didn't know back then, obviously. Besides, you two dated years ago for like... three seconds!"

"Two years ago, smartass," Julie snips back.

Mike clears his throat conspicuously. "Guys! Guys, no need to fight over me," he jokes awkwardly, "because I, uhm, I've decided I don't belong to anybody! I'm just me, and I'm not dating anyone. Like, ever."

Everyone turns back to him again.

With four pairs of eyes on him, Mike draws in on himself a bit as he continues. "Yeah, it's. It's something that I've been kinda discovering about myself and I'm still... exploring it. But I'm pretty sure I've never had a crush in my life. I was just walking through life distracted by everything else for so long that I never noticed it, but... yeah. I've just. I've just never felt love for anyone else before, I guess."

"Which is fine," Chuck blurts out suddenly. "It's... it's fine! That Mike's never fallen in love with anyone. It happens. Some people just don't experience a common thing most people do... like romance, or sex. Yeah! Totally normal!"

Dutch smirks at Chuck. "You too, then? You a non-romantic as well?"

Chuck shakes his head so hard his bangs swing. "No! Nuh uh, I'm a lover, not a fighter. I'm definitely a romantic!"

"Why so nervous all of a sudden, then?"

"Because," Chuck replies, "because... it's fine! To not ever fall in love or like... date, or kiss or have sex or whatever. We're in Motorcity now, and we can get to do whatever we want. And if we don't wanna date, then we don't have to!" Then he clamps his mouth shut.

Mike perks up then. "That's right! And ah, yeah! Speaking of, Chuckles... lemme tell ya, I really gotta hand it to ya. If it weren't for you, I'd've never figured this one out. So, thanks, buddy! As always, you really had my back on this one."

Chuck and Mike smile at each other and Texas raises a brow.

"Huh?" Texas says. "What's that s'posed to mean?"

Chuck titters nervously as Mike pulls up a screen and opens up a forum.

"It means that Chuckles here helped me find a site that explained everything I was experiencing! Or... not experiencing, really."

Chuck clears his throat, clearly relieved. "Uh, yeah! Well, after Mike's like, 10th girlfriend that one time he couldn't stop bringing people back home, he came to me all frustrated and stuff and... well, we went off to find my friends in the LARPing arena to see if anyone had any idea why he was burning through dates like Mutt burns through tires. And so someone suggested he might be aromantic, and uh... well, the rest is history!"

Dutch and Julie hummed in acknowledgement.

Everyone knew what that was like, how weird it was that Golden Child Mike all of sudden started bringing people home from parties and bars shortly after his breakup with Julie. Sometimes he even had two people on his arms, some men, some women. Never the same person after two or three times, though.

They were all perplexed when they first heard laughing and chattering behind Mike's bedroom door. Once the moaning started, though... well! Everyone poked fun at him the mornings after and teased him to varying degrees, but things were mostly chill in the beginning.

Everyone remembered Mike's frustrations after a while, though. How he could never quite land a steady relationship-- no matter how hard he tried, with whoever. It got to the point where the Burners stopped their teasing and became quite concerned after Mike introduced his 5th girlfriend in the span of like... 6 months, once upon a time.

It was shortly after his final breakup that Mike flopped down onto his best friend's messy bed one evening and finally had The Conversation.

It went well, all things considered. Chuck, patient as ever, listened to his friend and then when he couldn't offer any solid advice, he offered a distraction. The LARPing arena proved to be much better help than they could ever hope for.

Ever since then, Mike's been up late into the night often, completely engrossed in all things aromantic. He wanted to learn more about it, yearned for a community that knew exactly what he was feeling; so he stayed awake just swiping through sites and PDFs on his holoscreens, eating every bit of information up.

Now, it looked like Mike was at peace with himself and his station in life after all this time. That was a relief!

"Aromantic! That's it! Look at this, guys." Here, Mike grins and pulls up a photo of a striped flag. "This is the community flag. Look familiar?"

The colors of the flag had two shades of green at the top that then cascaded into white, then grey and then black.

Texas leaned forward. "It looks like Mutt!" He practically shouts.

Everyone laughs.

"Yeah, that sure is a you flag if I've ever seen one," Julie quips.

"Right? Like it was meant to be! So I guess I'm part of this community, then. I mean, this really is a kickass flag..."

"But what does that mean, though? That you can never fall in love with anyone, ever?" Julie asks.

Mike closes his screens and clasps his hands on the table, exhaling a bit. "Uhh, well? Well, yeah! I can't ever fall in love... but it doesn't feel that way to me! Ugh, I'm probably gonna do such a bad job explaining this," he laughs self-consciously.

"It's okay, dude. Take your time," Dutch smiles warmly.

Mike shoots him a grateful smile back. "... It... it's like. Well? It's like... I've never felt butterflies in my stomach before, so I have no idea what that's like. But I like you guys, a lot. Like a lot, a lot. I love hanging out with you all even though I don't think about any of you guys like that. I love making friends-- like true friends-- and I can't stop thinking about how happy hanging out with people makes me. I guess I'm just way more platonic than romantic, because I am just... so bad at love! God, I've never had so much trouble with anything in my life before like I have with romance," he groans, grimacing.

"And when Mike Fucking Chilton says that, that's how you know he's struggling!" Dutch puts in.

Everyone giggles.

"Wow," Julie gives Mike a side-long glance. "Finally. Something that The Great Mike Chilton is bad at! We've finally got him, boys."

Texas leaps out of his seat and enthusiastically karate-chops the air. "Hoo-WAH!!! Finally! Something I got over on ya, Mike. Texas is better at romancing than you!"

Julie rolls her eyes.

Mike guffaws. "Psshhwhat? C'mon guys, I'm bad at plenty of stuff. This isn't the first!"

"Oh yeah? Name one thing!" Dutch challenges.

"Uhhm well uh, I...? I'm pretty bad at... hm." Mike drums his fingers on the table. "I'm bad at coding! I'm not nearly as good as Chuck at the software and tech side of things!"

"But ya could be! You could totally learn how to, if you'd just sit down with me for more than 20 minutes," Chuck points out.

Mike stubbornly folds his arms across his chest. "Well, I don't wanna! What're you gonna do about it?"

And just like that, the kids all return back to normalcy, bickering and quibbling about nothing as they finally receive their food from the waitress. Soon after, Chuck and Texas are throwing pizza toppings and wadded up paper at each other and Mike is mom-ing at them to quit it before they all get kicked out.

It was as if nothing even happened.

It was simultaneously comforting and also thrilling how easily Mike was accepted back into the fold; the Burners' Heartless Leader who could never fall in love.

On the inside, Mike was deeply grateful and his heart felt full upon learning this, though. It was a nourishing feeling that his bestest friends in the whole world who worked hard, played hard, lived fast and free alongside him... they loved him and accepted him back, no matter what. It was a much nicer and fuzzier feeling than any romance-filled relationship or hookup ever gave him.

Now, the Burners are finally leaving the diner, all tipsy and giddy from their impromptu late-night happy hour session.

Mike has a casual arm slung over Chuck's shoulder as they traipse on over to Mutt. Everyone casually daps each other up and offers quick goodbyes before climbing into their respective cars.

Mike slides behind the wheel and exhales. Chuck clicks himself into his secure harness.

"Well! That went pretty well! A little too easily, honestly but," Mike breathes.

Chuck's blonde head bobs. "Well yeah, dude. Of course. What'd ya think, that'd we kick you out of the team for that?"

Mike shrugs and turns his skeleton key into Mutt's ignition, bringing her to roar awake again. "I mean... no. But, y'know. It's weird, having a leader of a gang that can't ever fall in love, right? Like some heartless freak or somethin'. I dunno," he chuckled wryly.

Chuck frowns. "Mike. You're not a freak," he says firmly.

Mike gives his best friend a sidelong glance. "Chuck..." he speaks, voice low, "it's not like that! You know what I mean... it's just that sometimes people who are different don't get treated so well all the time, yanno?"

"Yeah, sure, back up in Deluxe," Chuck argues. "But it's different down here in Motorcity. It's good here for people like us!"

Mike hums thoughtfully as he drums his fingers on the wheel. "Yeah, you're right..." then, he smirks at Chuck. "So if that's true, then why didn't you come out, back there? I actually thought you were gonna do it. It even looked like Dutch suspected something, too!"

Mike smiles at his friend, who is doing his best impression of a carseat cover now.

"Mmnyeah... yeah, I could've." Chuck gives a noncommittal shrug, hesitating.

"What's wrong?"

After a few seconds, Chuck swipes at his bangs self-consciously and clears his throat. "Uhmm well... being aromantic and never falling in love is kinda... badass, don'tcha think? But for a guy like me, never wanting to have sex and being a dope for romance is just pathetic," he laments. "If people hear that I'm asexual and that I never want to bang anyone, I'd get laughed out of the room! It's not an asexual thing, Mikey, it's a me thing."

Mike throws Mutt into reverse and backs her out of their parking spot with practiced ease.

"Chuckles. My guy. Look, who cares what other people think? If you don't wanna bone, you're just not gonna. That doesn't hurt anyone at all, so screw anyone who says anything about it. If anyone gives you a hard time, call me up and I'll spin the block for you,"

Chuck bursts into a peal of nervous giggles. "Whoa, whoa Mikey, geez! Christ, thanks, man but that's really not necessary. I appreciate you, though,"

They smile at each other again.

Then after a beat, Mike adds, "plus, if they know about aromanticism, they're gonna eventually find out about asexuality, too, dude."

Chuck laughs weakly as he clutches his arms. "O-oh...! Yeah... yeah that's tr--"

Mike suddenly slams his boot down on the gas pedal and Mutt growls as she lurches into hundred-mile-speeds from a standstill. Her tires screech loudly on the pavement and she leaves a giant plume of smoke and dirt behind as everyone careens over a drop straight onto the Deluxian Supply Pipes.

"Miiikkee-eeyyyy!!! We just ate!" Chuck screeches, horrified. He clings onto the car seat with both hands as Mike laughs.

Chuck's screams and Mike's loud, joyous shouting and whooping can be heard far and wide throughout Motorcity as they race all the way back home.

#mine #aggressivelyarospecweek #motorcity #mike chilton #aromantic #aro #hope ppl enjoy my arospec week offerings!#i had fun writing the burners again after so much time. my kiddos 🥺#i luv them <3 #julie heals just fine after their breakup btw she's with her own childhood friend claire lezzing it up so everyone wins in the end 🫶#dont worry abt it LOL #if it sounds a bit allo-centric its bc it is. i tried to replicate the Motorcity Writers Voice when i wrote this down #i was like “hmm. how WOULD a non-arospec person write this topic for a kids show abt racing cars? 🤔”#“i think i know! :)”#so @ other motorcitizens pls let me know if i did Good or Bad #in that way it was a p fun writing excercise. also. i love julie so i wanted readers to feel bad for the poor lil meow meow #we are Julie Stans in this home. i didnt stick her into a failing teen relationship bc i hate her 🤧#she just had to be the First Target bc the show tries to set mike and julie up subtly in canon and my aro brain went “goddamn it.”#so #uh yeah #anyways im rambling #hope u enjoyed byyyyyyyeeeee :3

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pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader x noah sebastian

word count; 6.1k | crossposted: ao3

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warnings; filthy lol, sub!reader/sub!noah, angry mean brat tamer!nicholas, established thruple relationship, dom/sub/sub, thigh riding, handjobs, cum play/eating, degrading, teasing, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving), creampie, orgasm denial/delay, 18++ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

summary; you decide that Nicholas is paying more attention to a stupid magazine than you and Noah, so you try to get his attention the only way you know how.

a/n: this is a work of fiction, don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

p.s. pls don't hate me for this 🥲

Your boyfriend thumbs mindlessly through the most recent magazine that has his face plastered all over. Your eyes track his every movement like a lion stalking a gazelle. Long tattooed fingers crease the edges of glossy pages on the left and on the right, his fingertips interrupt the condensation on a wine filled glass.

On the other side of the suede couch sits your partner, Noah, the other face plastered across the cover. Long chocolate locks and potent ink that never ceases to mesmerize you. He sits playing on his phone while you’re glued to the marble bar across from them.

Things had been busy and quiet lately with tour coming and press, and it’s a while since you’d stirred up any trouble. But this particularly calm night inspiration struck you and you decide you want attention.

You begin to slowly cross the plush carpeted floor when his eyes catch on to your movements. His gaze stays on you while the other catches on to your ruse, quietly locking his phone and setting it faced down.

“What are ya doin?” Nicholas’s voice rasps, propping up a thick eyebrow watching your every step.

“Nothin’.” You shrug finally reaching him, “It’s just you’re givin’ that dumb magazine more attention than me.” In a swift movement before he could even stop you, your knees land on each side of his knee, your ass planted right on the magazine.

He clears his throat, “You’ve crushed my magazine.” Anger clearly bubbling in him, but it only fuels your actions, you want more. Noah’s innate reflex mimics your actions, sliding closer to where you both are.

“Well, it seemed like the only way I’d get to sit on your face.” You shrug, spreading your legs further apart on him to get closer in his lap, the magazine crunching beneath you. A glimmer of pride stretches across your face from the visible clench in his jaw.

“Well, you’re not doin’ yourself any favors by pulling this shit.” His voice raspy and restrained, yet it pushes you even further. Your hips begin slowly rutting back and forth on the magazine in his lap, your panty-covered cunt sliding across the pages covered with both your boyfriend’s faces. “So, this is what we’re doin’ huh? Just because you want my tongue in your pussy you get to ruin my magazine?”

His words only worsen the wetness pooling in the panties pressing against the magazine. Your ruts speed up ever so slightly and the faster you go the further your lips spread over his propped thigh. Your sneaking brunette sidekick slithers his way next to Nicholas yet, his focus never leaves you. Noah’s hand makes its way up his free thigh and began palming the strain in his black jeans. Nicholas’ eyes finally snap over at him almost as a warning. “So, you both wanna test me today huh?”

You let out a tiny whimper from how much momentum you’ve escalated to. “I don’t know Nick…are we?” Noah teases as he slides his way onto Nick’s other thigh matching your movements, grinding himself against his leg. “Y/n is right…you were paying more attention to that dumb magazine than us.” His hands slide up Nick’s plain black shirt before leaning down into his neck starting sloppy kisses over his tan, tattooed skin. Your eyes trail down Noah’s lean body, and the bit of chest that’s exposed from his sleeveless shirt makes you more ravenous.

Nicholas lets out a groan, shifting further down the couch to accommodate both of you in his lap. “Look how needy you both are for me, it’s borderline pathetic.” His free hand slides up his outer thigh while the other remains holding the wine glass on your side. He slips a finger into the band of Noah’s sweats, tugging them down to reveal the erection in his boxers. “You know y/n…you started this, I think you should wait your turn.”

“That’s not fair!” You whine and grind harder against his thigh, “I needed you first.” You scrunch his shirt in your fist.

“Oh Darlin’, that’s just too bad. You shoulda thought of that before actin’ like a little slut.” He taunts. Nicholas slips the brunette’s boxers down, his long cock springing free. It’s almost embarrassing how your mouth waters at the mere sight of it. He spits into his hand and begins to work his hand on Noah and causes whimpers to escape his mouth. As much as you’re needy for Nick, Noah’s noises turn you on even more. He ruts into his fist, his lips still sucking on his neck.

You want his attention back on you, so you pull your flowy dress over your head, the cold air peaking your nipples. Nicholas’s gaze returns to you, falling to your bare breasts, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of you. The attempt not only catches the attention from him but Noah as well. He sits up while Nick is still pumping him and leans over to wrap his lips around your nipple, circling the nub with his tongue. Your eyes meet his as he sucks on your tit, his own hand sneaking up your thigh. The anticipation of his touch rages a buzzing in your core. But before he could reach where you needed him most, Nicholas snatches his wrist. “Nu uh, did I say you were allowed to touch her?” He scolds. “She’s waiting her turn remember?”

Noah tugs off your tit with a pop and gives Nicholas a frown, “Sorry.” You let out a tiny sob at the loss of stimulation.

“It’s alright babydoll.” He coos up at him, “Just don’t fucking do it again.” He warns then swipes his thumb across Noah’s tip to gather any precum before pulling his hand from his cock.

“I’m just tryin’ to teach y/n a lesson.” Nicholas’ eyes focus back on you with a devious look swirling in his grey eyes. His wet hand drifts to your lips, spreading a bit of both his spit and Noah’s precum on your lips, “Open.” He commands. You blink at him as if to beg not to – you don’t know how much more you can take and you know tasting both of them would only make you even more needy. But you oblige, not wanting to find out the punishment if you defy him. You delicately wrap your hand around his wrist as you take his drenched fingers into your mouth and suck on them. Your eyes close at their taste, echoing a moan around his digits.

“Aw what’s wrong Darlin’? You like the way he tastes? Does it make you wanna suck his pretty cock?” He ridicules in the cruelest tone, letting you know that he isn’t playing around.

Your eyes widen at his words but only muster out an, “Mhm.” pathetically around his fingers, sucking them just as you would his cock. Your actions speed up on his thigh, your own wetness seeping from your panties and onto the glossy pages. It seems though, that you got so lost in the friction that your desperate rutting knocked the wine glass onto the couch, spilling white wine all over the fabric. Luckily none landing on either of you or breaking the glass.

A chilling fear immediately runs down your spine once you realize your mistake and his darkened eyes confirms it. You glance over at Noah, his brown eyes as wide as saucers, just as terrified. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” He growls. While fear of the inevitable punishment terrifies you, it also worsened the rampant pulsing in your clit.

A hard smack landed on your partner’s ass causing a sharp yelp to leave his lips, “Up.” He commanded and he listened, pulling from his thigh. “Clothes off. Now.”

He got up and slinked out of his sweats and boxers, then tugged his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the ground. Before moving any further, he places a quick kiss on your cheek, a small tradition you have to comfort each other during punishing situations such as these. He looks at Nick for instruction and he just pointed back onto his thigh. He nods and reclaims his position.

He lets out a whine the minute Nicholas is jerking him off again. The scene is absolute torture, your mind is scrambling from how worked up and wet you are. Nicholas uses his other hand to unzip his jeans to pull out his own hard member. Noah’s cock might make your mouth water, but Nick’s makes your pussy ache. He seizes your wrist, his hold almost painful as he brings your hand to his mouth. While keeping eye contact with you as he spits into your palm then brings it to his length. You obey his silent demand and begin palming his cock.

His hand is still on yours almost guiding your movements on him. “You see what you do to me?” His words make you melt in his hands and your walls clench around nothing. “This is your fault.” His thick brows lower menacingly. “And you’re gonna fix it.”

The threat causes you to gulp and arousal to pool in your panties. Just touching it drives you mad with thoughts of him being inside you – the way you can barely fully wrap your hand around it reminds you how much it’ll hurt when he stretches you out.

He lets out a low groan as you worked on him and Noah is a whimpering, rutting pathetic mess. From the increase in Noah’s sobs and his twitching cock, you know they are both close, which hopefully means it will be your turn soon. Though, from your little fuck up a turn wasn’t quite guaranteed. He rolls his hips into Nick’s fist desperately, his hand gripped tightly onto his shirt. You want nothing more than to be on either of their mouths, their fingers, anything.

As Noah draws to his precipice, you notice Nicholas pick up the empty wine glass. You furrowed your brows as he brings it to just below where Noah’s swollen tip is. Your eyes widen when he begins moaning loudly as his orgasm rips through him, his hands tugging at Nick’s shirt while he erupts. Your eyes follow his juices pour into the wine glass; Nick is diligent to get every drop while he rides out Noah’s high. Once he’s spent, he pulls from his hand and falls onto the cushion next to him, his hooded eyes giving away just how fucked out he is.

Nicholas’ stern look finally land on you again, his hand finding yours that had stilled on his length. “Did I say you could stop?” He asks. You shake your head and promptly continue, your fist around his veiny girth. He brings the newly filled wine glass to his cock and tilts it to you, instructing you to take it. “Make sure you don’t miss any.” He says simply, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

Your rounded eyes meet his, still processing his orders.

“Did I fucking stutter?” He spat back and you quickly take the glass from him without another word and hold it just in range. His right hand swiftly finds its way into your loose hair, wrapping it around his fist tugging on it slightly. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He snarls. “Got it?”

“Y-Yes.” You mutter not even wanting to look at him and continue to stroke his member.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir.” You correct yourself.

He lets go of your hair and trails his down your side, landing a hard smack on your ass. “Good girl.”

You wince at the spank, but it doesn’t distract you from your mission. His cock’s twitching in your hand, pre-cum leaking from his head. “Fuck.” He groans out. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans, tightly gripping your ass as white milky ribbons shoot from his tip and into the glass. You continue to pump his member until he was completely done.

You sit up and hold the wine glass, not quite sure what to do with it. He helps your confusion by taking it from you, bringing it up to your eyeline and swirling the contents the way connoisseurs would do with fine wine. The cum from both your partners mixing before your eyes.

Nicholas’s hand returns to your hair again, this time gripping it even tighter around his fist. He uses his grasp to tug your head back and brings the cup to your lips. Your eyes wider than you ever thought they could go, looking at him in absolute surprise. “C’mon, open up.” Tapping your bottom lip with the edge of the glass, “You’re gonna swallow every drop.”

You timidly open for him, “If you take this like a good little slut, I might just let you cum.” He slowly began to trickle the mixed orgasm into your mouth. You are so fucking desperate and so fucking horny that the liquid tastes like pure heaven. You let out a small moan and close your eyes as you swallow their juices completely, every last drop.

Nick grins proudly. “Good girl.” He says lowly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip gathering any residue and moving it back into my mouth. You’re so desperate for anything that you’re absolute putty in his hands. You suck his thumb clean with your eyes locked on his. He’s putting up a good front, but you can tell his own desire is still hunting you. He slides his thumb out of your mouth slowly and hooks it into your bottom lip, “All you want is a cock in your pretty mouth don’t you babydoll?”

You nod silently.

A high-pitched moan from beside you gets the attention of you and Nick, only to find Noah slowly stroking his hardened member. His top teeth are dug into his bottom lip just watching you both.

It’s immediately clear that Nicholas is not happy about this. “I don’t remember telling you that you’re allowed to touch yourself.”

Noah just lets out a small whine but doesn’t stop palming himself.

Nicholas sucks on his teeth in thought before speaking. “Alright, here’s what gonna happen. “You up.” He commands you, “Switch with him, face down.” He looks over at Noah, quickly snatching his wrist. “You’re done with this.” His grip tightens around his wrist. “On your knees behind her.”

Your eyes meet Noah’s, your scared looks mirroring each other. It’s your turn to place a kiss on his cheek for support.

You quickly slip from your panties and get on all fours with your ass perked up in front of Noah and your face is in the couch. The thought of Noah’s cock even slightly near you is making your pussy throb and clench around nothing. You need him so fucking bad.

“You wanna be defiant little brat then you’re going to treated like one.” Nicholas growls at Noah. “You wanna be such a little slut? Go ahead, fuck her.”

“W-What?” Noah lets out a whine. “‘Don’t think I can.” He whimpers out pathetically. “‘Too sensitive.”

You can always tell when Noah is deep in sub space when he starts dropping words.

“I didn’t ask.” He says sternly. “Fuck her.”

He gently presses the head of his cock at your folds just above your entrance and the sheer proximity is enough to make you nearly vibrate in need. He sobs at the small bit of contact. But you can’t wait anymore, you need him. So, you take action for him and back up pushing yourself onto him. Noah lets out the loudest, most painful whine but for you, it feels so good to finally a cock in you, even if it’s only halfway.

Nicholas leans down and tucks some hair behind your ear. “Ah, good job baby. Making him suffer for me.”

He turns his attention back on the long-haired boy. “I told you to fuck her, not fuck around with your dick sitting inside her. Move.”

You’ve nearly lost all your patience and every single cell in your body is begging to move on him, but you know Nicholas wants this done his way.

Nicholas always gets his way.

He finally listens, moving in and out of you painfully slow. Whimpers and whines pour out of Noah’s mouth, pained from the overstimulation. Even his hands are delicate on your hips, as if he touched you too hard, he’d explode on the spot.

You feel the rough pad of Nicholas’ finger glide down your spine, following the arch of your back. Just the graze of his touch is enough to have goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“Oh, isn’t this pretty pathetic, isn’t it?” Nicholas’ voice is deep and so mean it makes you tighten around Noah, only making him sob more. “You can’t even fuck her properly.” He circles around from him to be in front of you. “How about I show you how you should be fucking her?” He bends one knee on the cushion in front of you and pulls his cock out from his jeans still undone from earlier.

You look up at him with wide eyes and your mouth can’t help but fall open for him. He chuckles lowly and cups your jaw in his sizeable hand, his fingers delicately tilting you face up. “That’s my girl.” He gleams and it fills your tummy with butterflies. The way he’s looking at you right now could make you do anything he wanted.

He pumps his own member a couple times before sliding into your mouth. Just the head of it nearly fills your mouth completely and he’s heavy on your tongue. But you’re hungry and you need more, from both of them. You push your head down further onto his cock until it hits the back of your throat. His fingers rake through your hair and lets out a deep groan from the pit of his chest. It only fuels you to take the lead, beginning to bob on his length, gagging a bit every so often just from the sheer size. While you work on Nick, your hips are backing up on Noah more aggressively.

You have both of your boys letting out noises that make your heart soar and somehow amplifies the almost painful buzzing in your clit. But you’re getting filled on both ends, so who are you to complain?

“Is this what you wanted princess?” Nick asks, “You wanted to be used like a little whore? You wanted a cock in your mouth and another in your pussy?”

You screw your eyes shut and answer with a muffled, “Mhm.”

“Thank you for using your words for me baby.” He moves some hair out of your face and looks down at you proudly. Your cheeks burn from how hard you blush at his praise.

From how desperate you are, Nicholas tastes like candy in your mouth, you can’t get enough of it. Each time your tongue passes over his slit, he shivers under you, and it gives you some semblance of power.

His fingers rake through your hair again, this time gently gripping it back to get you to look at him. “You’re being so fucking good for me baby, but I need to teach our boy how to fuck you properly.”

You nod as best you can, bracing yourself for what you know is coming. He keeps his grip tight in your hair, keeping your head in place for him. He starts slow, just to work his way into the back of your throat. Each inch is more painful than the last and your gag reflex is hanging on by a thread. It’s not until you think you can feel his head halfway down your esophagus that he speeds up. His hips begin thrusting into your mouth quick and hard. Tears build up in your eyes and look up at him because you know he loves making you cry like this.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He grunts as tears stream down your face.

He’s fucking your mouth so fast and so mercilessly that it’s backing your entire body back, helping you to fuck Noah. He whines and grips your hips hard in a weak attempt to slow you down but there is no stopping Nicholas’ ruthless assault on your throat. It finally pushes you to where Noah’s cock is at the deepest part of you. And nothing could ever top the feeling of having both of them being equally as deep inside you at the same time. You let out whimpers and moans as much as you can around Nick.

Nicholas finally dislodges from your throat, taking thick strings of saliva with him still tethering you to his cock. He picks up your chin, “God you’re so beautiful like this.” He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes. “You’re being so good for me, I almost forgot about the wine all over my couch.” His inflection at the end slips back to cruel.

He drops your jaw, leaving you heaving and breathless. He makes his way over to Noah who is very precariously fucking you. You peek over your shoulder to see Nick taking a strand of Noah’s long hair and draping it over his shoulder. “My pretty boy, you like using our girl like the little slut she is?”

Noah gives no answer and his movements slow down even more than they were already.

“You like fucking her tight cunt?” He asks, his voice low and gravely, like thunder rolling. And yet Noah says nothing but just a nod. “It doesn’t look like you’re enjoying it, maybe you need some help.” Nicholas’ hands slide down the boy’s thin tattooed sides landing on his hips and gripping them harshly, causing Noah to let out a yelp. Your eyes widen as you watch Nick moving Noah’s hips for him, essentially using him as a toy to fuck you with.

“Fuck.” You let out loudly and drop your head when Noah’s cock finally begins ramming right where you need him. Pathetic and high-pitched sobs come from Noah, he sounds more in pain than pleasure. You catch a brief moment to look back and watch Nick placing open mouth kisses on the boy’s neck while using him to fuck you. Noah’s eyes are bursting with tears as he’s pushed to his limit, but you know he’s at least enjoying it enough to not use the safe word.

Nick lets go of Noah’s hips obviously done with him. “You’re pitiful. If you can’t fuck her then I’ll do it for you.”

Noah meekly pulls out of you and lets Nick take his place. Like a good boy, Noah waits patiently for instruction.

“Go sit in front of her. I want her to look at how pathetic you and your cock look.” He directs and Noah listens, sitting facing you. His member is glistening and so red it looks excruciating. It only makes you want it in your mouth more.

You let out a sharp gasp when Nicholas thrusts his cock deep into you. Since he has more girth than Noah, he just makes you feel fuller. It’s everything you’ve wanted all day. Moans pour out of you each time he lands deep in your core.

“Does that feel better baby? You like my cock better, don’t you?”

The pleasure building in your stomach is too much for you to even think a coherent thought — the only thing you can even comprehend right now is the way he’s fucking you senseless.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t like silence as an answer. He gathers your hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking your head up.

“Darling, I thought we talked about using your words.” He patronizes. “So, tell me, he can’t fuck you like I do huh?”

“No.” You squeak out.

“Hm. I fill you up better than he does, don’t I baby?”

“Yes.” You say weakly, just trying to hang on to your sanity.

He tugs at your hair to force your eyes onto Noah. “Well if you think so, go ahead, tell him.”

Your eyes round at his demand. “W-What?”

“Tell him how he can’t fuck you like I do. How my cock is bigger than his. How only I can fuck you the way your pretty pussy deserves to be fucked.”

Pleasure builds in your tummy with every word that he says. Your fingertips are aching to touch your sensitive nub so you can actually cum – but you know better than to do so, especially without asking. So now you want to please Nick any way you can.

You gulp and lock eyes with Noah. “Nicholas fucks me better than you.” You blurt out.

Nick gives your hip a small squeeze, silently telling you good job, keep going.

“His cock feels so much fucking better than yours.” You say bolder this time.

While what you’re saying are half lies and seem mean, the twitch in Noah’s cock tells you he loves it.

You feel Nicholas’ stare burning over your shoulder watching Noah intently.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Does your little cock get harder when she says that? Do you like it when we tell you how you’re just a little brat who only deserves to watch?” Nick teases him while he’s buried inside you. Noah’s face flushes strawberry pink and his cock bounces on its own with each word he says, precum dripping from his tip.

You always love seeing this unfold, Nick loves watching Noah suffer, it turns him on more than anything.

Nick’s fingertips are curled into your hipbones so hard you wonder if he’d ever be able to let go. Not that you’d want him to. His thrusts escalate and deep guttural groans escape his lips. His cock is hitting you directly in your sensitive spot.

“I asked you a fucking question. Do you like being a pathetic little bitch who only gets to watch?”

Noah squeezes his eyes shut and nods his head. “Yes.” He squeaks. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, sir. Can I touch myself please?”

“No.” Nick replies before Noah can even finish his sentence.

He whines and wiggles in his place, “Please it hurts, I need to cum.”

The whinier Noah gets, the faster and rougher Nick��s thrusts are. It’s clear that Noah’s desperation only fuels him.

“Hm. Maybe y/n could help you out, how does that sound? Maybe she could put her pretty mouth on your pathetic cock.”

He nods quickly, “Yes, please, I’ll take anything.”

You look back at Nick to confirm the plan. There is so much need and excitement in Noah’s eyes it makes you feel pity for him. You lean down and stick out your tongue but just before you could land, your head is yanked back by your hair again.

“Oh, too bad darling, seems like she’s a little preoccupied to touch your pitiful cock.” He feigns a genuine apology.

Noah’s eyebrows immediately turn upwards, and his jaw falls slack. His eyes look so desperate and panicked it makes you feel guilty even though it wasn’t your fault.

Nicholas’ thrusts become sloppy and quick. His actions move your entire body easily. Your clit throbs at how well he fills you up, how well he fucks you. His hands grip firmly onto your hips, his fingers digging into the bone. Your head hangs as he slams directly into your sweet spot. You’re aware of Noah’s presence obviously, but in that moment, you can't think about anything other than Nick’s cock buried inside you. You can tell he’s close from how erratic his movements are. And while you want to reach your own finish line, right now your body is merely an instrument for his pleasure. You want him to feel good and know it is because of you. So, you match his rhythm and bounce back into his thrusts.

He lets out a gruff groan from deep in his chest. “If you keep this up, you’re gonna have a cunt full of my cum.”

The words spin a flurry of butterflies in your core and only drives you more. You speed up your hips, going even faster than his sloppy thrusts.

“Fuck.” He draws out the word, just savoring in you taking control of his pleasure. That doesn’t last long as he grips your hips hard and slams into you so fast it makes you dizzy. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” He curses out and buries himself so deep in you that you know you’re going to be so sore after. His cock twitches and his hot seed fills you up, just like he promised.

“Thank you.” You pathetically whimper out into the couch cushion.

He runs his hand up your back and tangles his fingers into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up just slightly. “Thank you for what?”

You sob, “Using me.”

You don’t even need to see him to know he’s smirking. “Good girl.”

He lets your head fall gently. “You.” Nick speaks to Noah. “Come here.”

Noah’s chocolate eyes are round and so deep into submission that he just melts at whatever Nicholas says to him. He nods and meekly walks over to him.

Nicholas slowly pulls from you, making sure not to let any cum spill out unnecessarily. You don’t dare move without his direction, so you stay with your ass up and his seed still pooled in the deepest part of you.

He turns to Noah, “Here, make yourself useful and clean this up.”

Noah’s eyes widen at his command then at Nick’s still hard member covered in both your slick and his cum.

“Don’t be ungrateful. Get on your knees.”

“Yes sir.” The long-haired boy squeaks and follows the orders, kneeling in front of him. He’s hesitant when he wraps his lips around the man’s tip then slowly takes the rest of him into his mouth.

Nick runs his fingers through the boy’s hair as he works, “That’s it baby, just like that.”

He swirls his tongue as close to the base as he can get then all the way back up his length to come off with a pop. He sits back on his legs and looks up at Nicholas like he’s the most generous man on earth. “Thank you.” He says quietly.

“Oh, you’re not done cleaning.” He says before smacking your ass. “Lay down.”

Your stomach is full of excitement, need, and hope. You flip onto your back and before you even have the chance to settle in, Nicholas grabs a knee and spreads you open, baring your cum-dripping cunt to Noah.

Your cheeks heat up at the way Noah’s eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you.

Nicholas then pulls himself from the couch and circles over to be in front of you both. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead. Get to work.”

Noah dips his head between your legs but still hesitates, probably because of his affinity for eating pussy and his tendency to accidentally orgasm from it alone. If Nicholas is set on not letting Noah finish again, this might get him in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Nicholas patronizes. His fingers reach between your legs and uses two tattooed fingers to spread your folds open. “Don’t you like her pretty pussy?”

Both your and Noah’s cheeks grow bright cherry red. His cock is still painfully hard and twitching at just the sight of you.

“I do.” He squeaks out.

Nicholas’ hand finds its way into Noah hair, gripping it at its roots and roughly shoves his head down into your core. “Then fucking act like it.”

He begins by kitten licking at your clit and even though they are just little licks, you’re so sensitive that they’re driving you crazy. The tiniest flick from the tip of his tongue causes tingles to spread across your skin and a knot to form in your stomach already. You let out a tiny whimper and Nicholas’ devilish smirk stretches across his face. He crouches down next to you and tucks a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Isn’t this what you wanted babydoll? Didn’t you want all our attention? Well now you’ve got it.” He hisses.

His eyes rake down your naked body down to where Noah is very cautiously licking at your sensitivity. “No, no, no.” His hand grips his hair again, this time forcing him further down to your entrance and pushing him deeper. “I want you to get every fucking drop of my cum out of her pretty little cunt.”

The way he degrades Noah in front of you turns you on more than you’d like to admit. But the results are even better. Noah begins his task, dipping his tongue deep inside you, instantly moaning at the taste. His noises reverberate through your entire core causing you to tighten your walls around his working tongue. Noah begins to rut himself against the couch as he devours you and you can’t help but lift your hips up slightly to let him get an even better, deeper angle.

Nicholas smiles and combs through your hair a bit, “That’s it baby, let him taste all of you.” His fingertips trail down your body and just his touch is enough for your heart to start thumping in your ears. Your breath hitches in your throat when they find your aching, swollen clit. He begins slow circles on you and the feeling of his fingers and Noah’s tongue fucking you has you on the edge of bliss. Your hips rut up into Noah’s tongue and into Nick’s fingers deliciously.

“Please, please let me cum.” You beg as a very thin string is holding you back from your orgasm. “Fuck, I’ll cum just from this just please let me cum, please let me cum.” You repeat pathetically. “Please, please, please.”

Nicholas lowly chuckles and speeds up his fingertips ever so slightly. “Sure darling, and I guess our little pet here can cum too, if he can without touching himself.”

Before he even finishes speaking, euphoria hits you full force nearly blinding you. Bliss washes over your entire body, your legs clamp around Noah’s head and Nick’s working fingers. Screams, moans and curses spill from your lips. The pressure that’s been built up this entire time squirts all over Noah’s face. He must’ve really liked that because loud whimpery moans tumble from his lips and you feel him freeze, then feel his warm cum shoot on your thigh.

You both are whiny, soaked messes below Nicholas’ gaze. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well, isn’t this pathetic,” Nicholas coos lovingly, “You both came so hard barely being touched.”

Once completely spent, Noah rests his head on your thigh with your chests rising and falling rapidly. It’s nice to have Noah as your partner in crime because you always end up here together. Being punished isn’t nearly as fun without him and it’s comforting to have someone to cling to while Nick fully sets up aftercare.

“You both were so good for me.” Nicholas smiles proudly down at you two, “C’mon let’s go take a bath and get you guys cleaned up.”

He leans down when you both nod at him and presses his forehead against both of yours. “Are we okay?” He asks gently.

You and Noah respond in unison with a sleepy, “Mhm.”

He takes each of your jaws into his hands, tilting your faces up at him. “You know I need to hear it.” He says tenderly, using his thumbs to graze your cheeks. “Are we okay?” He repeats.

“Yes.” You reply together.

Nick smiles lovingly, “Thank you.” He holds each of our faces softly in his hands, “I love you.”

Tired smiles stretch across both your faces, “I love you too.” You reply.

Noah’s cheeks are blushed but he stays quiet causing Nick to sit next to him on the couch. “I know I was hard on you this time baby. Are you okay?” His hand finding Noah’s and holding it.

Noah tugs on his lip, his eyes shy and staying on their touching hands. “You sure I was a good boy for you?” He asks quietly.

“Aw baby,” He wraps his arm around and pulls him close, “Here’s a little secret.” He whispers between the three of you. “No matter what. You’re always my bestest boy.” Noah blushes and nuzzles into Nick’s chest.

“Same goes for y/n.” He reaches out a hand for you and you take it, getting pulled into the mush pile. “Always my bestest girl.”

You copy Noah and nuzzle into Nick’s chest. There’s no place you’d rather be than on that couch with your boys.

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