#worick x black!reader

[sanjisblackasswife]

this is corny but i’m sketching this idea w someone SO

Thinking about big boys like—

Zoro, Toji, Bokuto, Worick, Benimaru, and Yami lifting your shirt and grabbing your chubby belly knowing you hate it but he does it anyways because he is absolutely infactuated with your tummy.

“Stoppp! I hate when you do that!” You squirm with your back against his wide chest and he keeps on squeezing, you’re pretty much stuck in place feeling his hands roam all over your body.

“Uh uh.” He bites and kisses your cheek caging you in his strong arms, “S’all mine I can touch when i want.”

You hate it. A lot, and he sees the hate you have in your face so he turns you around to kneel and kiss the one thing you despise, knowing you always had an insecurity about it telling you how much he loves your tummy as much as he loves you. Because he in fact loves his chubby girl🦦.

Honorable mentions: Kuroo, Taiju, Baji, Mitsuya, Draken, Iwa, Osama, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Gojo, Fatgum, Nicolas, but he’d sign that he doesn’t care lol, Yasu, Joe, Jean, Connie, Tengen, Rengoku

[princessoflalaland]

synopsis: in which worick reassures he loves your small boobs

content: smut, dry humping, breast play

“She’s…not stacked?”

you glare at him. “no, she’s not, jackass. keep your dumbass comments to yourself, arcangelo.”

worick's stupid comment does not go over your head. he's made it a stupid habit to voice his thoughts about women; not derogatory, just honest (in his eyes). it’s not like he’s wrong though: your tits are small, not as impressive as alex's.

normally, it doesn’t bother you, but the comment is coming from someone you find remotely attractive, someone you've pining over for the past couple of weeks. so it stings a bit more than usual. worick curls his lips into that sexy, shit-eating grin he’s known for as you storm off after nicolas. he makes a silent promise to change your mindset on him and those cute tits of yours.

little do you know that feature, along with many other things about you, is what turns him on the most. so, in the moments when it’s just the two of you in the apartment, he has you straddling his lap. he kneads the small yet plush mounds on your chest, making you whine and writhe on his growing bulge.

he grinds his hips up into your clothed cunt, groaning around the nipple in his mouth. “such pretty, perky tits.” his faded blue eyes peer up at you, pools of lust that makes your stomach flip. “dunno why you’d get upset over them.”

you bite your lip and huff out a moan. “'m not upset about them. i’m upset over—” an involuntary whine interrupts you. worick pinched the nipple that isn’t in his mouth and let his teeth clam down gently on the one his mouth. heat and arousal pumps through you with every beat of your racing heart. “y-your words. that’s what upset m-mee..”

“aw, darling.”he coos, popping off your sensitive nipple. he pays attention to the next one, swiping his expert tongue over your areola. “didn’t mean to make you mad.”

he can’t get over the look on your face. your pleasure keeps you from fully contorting your beautiful face into an expression of anger. he rolls one of your sensitive buds between his fingers, eliciting another cry from you. “in case you can’t tell, i fuckin love your tits.” he sucks a dark mark onto your breast, his groans vibrating over your nerves. “they’re so cute. who needs giant tits when i got these, hm?”

your hips haven’t stopped gyrating over worick's jeans. the friction was delectable, and pairing that with his lips on your smooth skin, that was enough to get you closer to a desperate climax. through your pathetic noises, you say, “y-you mean that?”

“course i do, baby. your tits are perfect, made f’me to suck on till i cum in my pants.” his vulgar words make the wet patch on your panties damper. “love you and your lil tits, princess.”

your hips stutter as you cum through your favorite pair of panties. your fingers dig through his ash blonde mane, yanking at the locks as your walls spasms around nothing. his name is a breathless whisper on your lips, a sound that rings in his ears even after you’re done cumming.

worick watches your sclera fill your eyes as they disappear entirely into your skull, he revels in the way your body jerks ever so slightly from ecstasy. he can just about cum in his pants from the sight.

a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to your breasts glints from the low light in the room. worick presses a tender kiss to each nipple then to your mouth.

“i’m sorry, y/n if i made you feel less than perfect.” his voice is raw with honesty, his eyes carefully focused on yours.

“if you want my forgiveness, you’ll make me cum again.” you always know exactly what to get out of this man that is utterly whipped for you.

his signature smirk makes a reappearance. “of course, princess.”

[sl33paholics]

Nicolas Brown Valentine's Day Headcanons!

Warning(s): None!

— Celebrating and spending the day with Nicolas is very interesting.

You'd wake up to the smell of breakfast. As you look rub your eyes, you see a plate in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers laying right next to you.

As you look to your right, you see Nicolas sitting on a chair with his head resting on his palm with a small smile on his face.

Thank you. You'd gesture to him as you watched him chuckle, as your hand and fingers intertwined with his. Nicolas would soon move your hand towards his face, giving your back hand a smooch You couldn't help but smile sheepishly.

Since he is deaf, Nicolas would leave little notes or poems around for you to notice and read. Expressing each reason as to why he loves and cherishes you dearly.

Throughout the day, the silence between the two of you is golden. Nicolas doesn't seem like the type of person to do big celebrations. Simply being together and understanding one another is enough without sharing notes.

Nicolas would even take you back to places the two of you went out / first met. A trip down memory lane for the both of you, as the two of you guys get to reminisce the glorious days before making it official.

COOKING. TOGETHER. Words cannot describe how much I see Nicolas enjoying making your favorite meals / snacks. Feeding each other as the once cleaned kitchen is now a mess.

Nicolas would surpise you with some gifts! Gifting you items that could represent or reflect a certain moment in your relationship and possibly the near future between the two of you.

It'd even be a bonus if one of the gifts were handmade. Such as the big heart-shaped floral wreath that he handed over! Now, whenever you pass the door, you can admire the time and effort he put to make it beautiful.

Photo Album! You showed Nicolas all of the photos you took on your camera. Whether at the park, in the crib, or at your dates.

He really loves picnic dates. They're so simple, unlike having to stress yourself for arranging fancy dinners. Why not just go to a park and enjoy the outdoors while eating while displaying affection to the love of your life? Perfection combination.

— During the evening, a pampering session WILL be happening. No questions asked. Cuddling. A massage. Taking a bath together. Playing a game of cards. Anything! It's a good thing to help Nicolas unwind after doing jobs with Worick or the mafia.

Slow dancing. Even though he cannot hear, he can definitely feel the vibrations coming from loudspeakers as the two of you dance in your small shared bedroom.

Nicolas is the type of guy who doesn't seem to stay asleep. He HAS to venture out somewhere just because. It'd be the middle of the night, and he'll wake you up to come join him. At least the two of you get to enjoy an gaze upon the quiet serenity.

Coming back from the midnight stroll, he's instantly cuddling with you. Making sure the covers are shielding the both of you from the cold wind coming from the slightly open window.

Nicolas would kiss your forehead, as a sign of goodnight, watching you drift off to sleep. His arms around you tightening up. Nicolas swore to himself to protect you from any danger coming your way as he slowly fell back asleep. ❤️

[gamblersdoll]

RUN A TRAIN, EAT A HEART?

nicolas and worick cant decide on what to do with you, so they fill their stomachs with you.

“what are we gunna do with you?” worick groans, his lips at your neck as his groin grinds against the fat of your thigh. nico had been suckling on your perky nipple, groping the other in the attempt to find some pleasure in pleasing you.

you whine, the stimulation already too much to handle. how could you handle this? and worick was trying his absolute damndest to get a hand in your panties. once he did, the nerves were more than sensitive.

nico wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly when you moaned. he could feel the vibration in your throat, he knew you were in absolute paradise. he groaned himself, feeling his cock strain against his jeans.

“got an idea.” worick says, sucking on your ear now. “feel like we should be eating that pussy of ‘yers, how bout it?” he grins, pinching your clit. you jumped, causing both to elicit a groan. “yeah, thats what we’ll do.” he said, all the while signing to nicolas what the plan was.

nicolas apparently loved that idea, immediately hurrying to get you out of your cute little lounging shorts. it took no effort, worick spreading your legs wider and enough for two men to get in between them. “comfy?” he asked, his breath fanning over your seepy folds.

you nod sheepishly, a burning feeling in your chest and face. worick shifts his attention to your throbbing clit, looking in awe. “fuck, shes so prettyy baby.” he groans, taking his wet muscle and licking a small stripe. you moaned, head digging back into the pillow.

nicolas had put your leg on his shoulder, pushing himself up more to lick at the inner of your thigh and then to your creamy folds. his hands eventually found your stomach, having no doubt in the fact he had your vocal cords higher than anything.

“feel it, nico?” worick says, groaning and moaning as he then bit your thigh so softly. it causes you to jump, and attempt to push his head. “ah ah, dont you go anywhere.” he chuckles, dominance seeping only just a bit. he pulled you back down, kissing at the bite. “shes loving this shit.”

nicolas nodded, small groans and whines of his throat spilling when he had slid a finger inside, licking at the sensitive fold.

“fuah– shit!” you squeal, trying to pull yourself back. you were yanked back, a growl from nicolas.

“‘top runnin’..” he mumbled, lower of his face glistening. he goes back to paying his attention to your sloppy pussy, ignoring any protests you may have had.

you softly cry in overstimulation, back arching from off the bed and hips gyrating on their faces.

worick chuckled, “you heard the man.” he says, licking on your clit and spreading you open to see your throbbing entrance. you clenched around nothing. “she’s so fucking needy, baby.”

the butterflies in your tummy had grown, exploding once both of them had decided to slide both of their middle fingers in, looking up to you. “yeah, you like that dont you?” worick had said, and nicolas was no better, widely smiling up at you as he winked.

you orgasmed around their fingers, feeling them pressed and squeezed to your pelvic bone through your pussy. they pulled away, both in awe from the translucent sticky cum from your pussy snapping from their fingers. nicolas wasted no time in licking his fingers, then sucking on the entrance to your pussy. he needed to have it all, fuck worick.

you squealed, legs wrapping around nicolas’ head as worick had moved up to hold your oh so sensitive and burning body. “oh poor little baby.” he cooed, rubbing your head as he hushed you through nicolas’ ministrations.

he had his fill, leaning up to kiss you on your forehead and then pinching your nose.

“do you want anything to drink?” he signed, face having no smile or anything, but you can tell he had your cum on his nose, lips, jaw, his lower face.

“white cranberry.” you signed back, nodding a ‘thank you’ when he left.

“did so so good for us, pretty baby.” worick rewarded, holding you to his chest as you sipped the juice. that sip was every fucking thing. nicolas had held your lower, finding comfort in the plush of your hips.

[krewekreep]

Y/N x Nicolas: Gangsta Drabble

Drabble From Nov 2016, hope you enjoy. (Cleaning out my notes app 😭)

Nicolas leaned against the wall of an alley; arms crossed and head down with his eyes closed. Anybody who passed and happened to peer his way assessed he was taking a nap. He almost was if it wasn't for his need to be aware of when a certain somebody would pass his way. With two senses off, touch was amplified significantly; he felt the impact of foot against unleveled concrete recognizing the way the boot heel met the ground. He opened his eyes, peering into the open street to see a strand of wavy hair pass his sight before the adjacent building cut his view. He moved himself from his post onto the street watching the body of a girl gallop happily laughing. He watched as her hands were inadvertently touching the kitana tucked in her denim jeans. Today she wore a basic white tee, jeans and brown boots. Her accessories were bandages rolled around both her arms and a dog chain that was backwards lightly hitting her chest. He knew she would find it creepy if she turned to see him following her, she'd berate him with words he couldn't hear about how odd it is to be followed in the middle of the day. But something about seeing her undisturbed, unbothered kept him at a distance. Whenever they were around each other he'd find a way to agitate her: pluck her ear, tug her hair, grab her weapon and run; all ways to get him attention. Childish, he knew but it worked.

She continued on laughing in conversation with a friend gesturing a part of the story with her hands. Her friend he knew from their visits, she was short and mean which Worick was attracted too. Most times he'd attempt to get his girl to chase after to him to not catch second hand embarrassment from Worick flirting. Alex would just laugh advising Worick to leave her alone but he would neglect the advice and continue his flirtatious advances. Nicolas recalled a day where he had run away with her weapon, leaping along rooftops with her not far behind him. She was not as fast as him as he knew his enhanced abilities were to blame but he loved, which took him a while to admit, how she as a human could surpass all normal ability; he had to admit it aroused him beyond belief. This day however, he found the temperature satisfying. Clouds littered the sky, the air was not humid and clingy, it wasn't stark hot. He lowed his pace for her to catch up, he turned and teased her by sticking his tongue out. She returned the gesture and sped up. He laughed deciding to halt immediately in his tracks. She, running full speed, hadn't commanded her body to stop and went right into his body. They collided but Nic had put a firm grip on her shoulders slowing her crash into his frame; in the end he fell to the ground with her chest against his. His breathing hitched as he looked down and saw in her shirt. He covered his eyes and fell back on the roof with a chuckle. She didnt know what was funny and decided to berate him about playing games with her. Her weapon was on the corner of the building much closer to Nicolas but she saw a chance and jumped for her kitana. Quickly, Nic went for the weapon too. He knew he was too far away to reach the weapon but not to reach her so he looped a finger in her belt and pulled her back. She huffed before landing backwards on his lap sideways. She fussed at him again and all he did was recline down with his hands behind his head extended to a relaxed position.

She laid on his chest watching him sign a children's story he memorized as a kid. Informing her about his difficulty to read at a young age. His least favorite story was the ugly duckling because of how he related to it. She told him he wasn't an ugly duckling, blushing she admitted he was pretty cute which made him smile crookedly.  He saw an opportunity to open his personal borders, telling her a bit about his childhood. He told her his love of libraries, how much reading meant to him. He especially loved children's books for the pictures as they assisted in his comprehension of the tale. Half-way through his story telling he quit signing and spoke outwardly. Usually he chose not to as he was unconfident in his speaking voice but she had asked him multiple times to speak freely with her and with constant jeering he eventually did. Short words became phrases that then matured into sentences and conversation. She knew sign language and could understand him fine when he spoke aloud. The sun began to disappear and those hours alone they shared stories with each other, Nic would have never had the courage to and was secretly elated when she grabbed his hand to hold. She wrote her name and other things on his arm with her fingers. She noticed his arms lacked hair but made up for it in veins, they were all over his arms and when he exerted they pulsated which turned her on although she would never confess. By the time they returned Worick had boxes of take out and Alex cooked the remainder of the food. The rest of the night was riddled with light hearted jest and story telling, leading to the eventual departure of who Nicolas considered was his  significant other, even if he hadn't talked to her about it.

Nicolas found himself lost in memories and didnt notice her enter walking towards him. It was all a blur as he ended up falling asleep. It all cleared when somebody hit him on the head with something hard and flat. He focused and saw her in front of him arms raised with an object in her hand. When she removed it from his head she handed it to him to read the cover.  "Wonder by R. J. Palacio" he said aloud. She felt the urge to suddenly kiss him because he looked like a child the way his eyes widened and how slowly he read the title. She knew he was shocked she remembered and had seen his figure disappear into an alley anytime she turned around. His grogginess made him slower than he realized. He looked up at her stunned, mouth agape and she couldn't help but place a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His fatigue combined with his surprise made him a sight to see: his eyes faltered ever so slightly, his jaw looked to be permanently open, and his big calloused hands were wrapped around the book with childlike tenderness. She signed your welcome and he embraced her with one his arms the book touching both their bodies in his other palm. Her friend had leaned herself against a wall out of earshot and out of their space but snuck a glance their way once in a while to capture a glimpse of adorable manifested. Nicolas said, "Thank you." and she smiled beaming at him.

[shujisprettybabe]

Nicolas Brown, Worick x Fem! reader

tw: implied nfsw towards the end…that’s about it.

A/n: I am so sorry about the person who requested this?? Like a freakin month ago?? I went on deployment🇺🇸🦅???💀 But I hope you enjoy it!! And sorry if they seem a little bit ooc!! If you want something different or better please let me know!!

Worick was no foreigner when it came to Lingerie. In fact, he prided himself on knowing the difference between them and what looked best on not only himself but his clients, although it never stayed on for long.

 But on you? Consider him a new man. Consider him never having seen lingerie a day in his life. Because you. Because you??

He’s flabbergasted. His jaw is dropped and he can't help the way his eyes rake your body, taking in the way the clothing compliments your breast  and completes your figure. He’s like one of those cartoon dog’s, you swear you could see the hearts in his eyes. 

The funny thing is, this is not the first time he’s seen you wear Lingerie. Throughout the few years you’ve been married and even through the years y’all have dated, he’d act a damn fool when you decided to surprise him with the lacy,silk clothing. He’s your biggest supporter and hypeman, can’t help but to feel like the most beautiful woman.

He whistles, a giant smile covering his face while he rises from the bed. His hands reach around your waist and pull you close. “Is it my birthday or is this a reward for good behavior?” He says with a smile that you can't help but match.

“Hmm? Oh this little ole thing? I’m wearing this for me.” You laugh out loud. “ ‘m just changing up my nightgown.” The faux innocence in your eyes has him chuckling. His hands slide down your form slowly before gripping your ass and pulling you even closer.

“Then I approve this new changeup. I’d like to indulge myself in this new change, if you don't mind.” And with that he picks you up. You can’t help the screech that leaves your mouth as he does with such ease. He places you down on the bed before kissing your breath away.

“So I’m guessing that means you like it?” you laugh.

“Oh my pretty wife, more than you’ll ever know.”

Unlike Worick, Nicolas Brown was a silent appreciator. The first time you walked into his room, he was already seated in a chair, his eyes closed and arms crossed. He had just gotten back from one of his job calls and was patiently awaiting the next one.

He noticed someone was in the room but waited till he felt the tap on his shoulder to open his eyes and the sight behold him had his eyes as wide as saucers . 

Not many things could surprise him or at least indicate it on his face.

But goddamn you looked like a goddess standing in front with a timid tilt to your smile. He swallows the lump in his throat and beckons you closer.

Instantly wrapping his hands around your waist and stroking the silky material. You wait patiently for him to finish.

And finally, he looks up. A soft smile decorates his lips and you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding as you replicate the same smile on your face.

He lets go of you to sign quickly before placing them back around your waist.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little stressed out from work and…I thought this might help.”

He lays his hand on your stomach and lets out a soft hum of appreciation before he’s suddenly up and softly pushing you away.

All for good reason of course. Nicolas Brown was very aware of his handsy and T-shirt stealing (although they both steal other’s clothes) roommate. And because of that, he’s also very aware that Worick does not have the concept of privacy when it comes to barging into other people’s rooms.

So like any sane man, he closes and locks the door before returning back to your beautiful figure.

Nicolas grabs you gently, treating you like you were made of glass before placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and lastly your lips. You both slowly melt into each other’s embrace, his hand slowly gliding up and down your back.

And you finally take a breath of air, his head  on your forehead. He pulls you back to sit on his lap as he signs. “You’re perfect. Thank you, love.””

You can’t help the smug grin that sets place on your face, feeling him underneath you.

“Let’s see how long this actually stays on.”His smirk matches your as he begins to remove his belt.

[backwzzds]

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HEADCANONS

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DRABBLES

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arcangelo WORICK

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brown NICOLAS

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[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄

`𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

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[sunflower1experiment]

Gangsta

Scary times, Twilights are bein hunted, rankings are spiking: that was an insult to her

“I made this land of paradise for the Twilights….Why do some wish to harm them? I’ll never know.”

“Mam one thing I must concern is- they’re programmed to always fight.”

“Exactly.” She pats the grass allowing her coworker to sit alongside the woman, “I want them to train here and know what’s out there. People are hunting them…they don’t know where this place is at. Normals pay a lot for them and I hate it, these beautiful beings are not just “programmed” that’s a lie in itself. They show signs of free will but will be eager to fight when the chance is given.”

“So?” |Name| kept a soft gaze on the worker, “I’m saying that everyone has free will and a way to work around opportunities. I’ve let many people here go with acknowledgment of them never coming back, if they did I’d have normals like myself check behind them for the sake of their safety. I never cared for my safety…during that anti war with Twilights and normals.” She leans back, raises her arm and the worker lays on her, comfortably. “I’ve been at a loss, I despise it. Knowing I could do more, I could help everyone: that was a savior complex thriving within…so.”

They laid still, “Madam |Name|?”

“I stopped it and did research, the books are just written and made up by the ones who held the advantage, I’ve met a few Twilights and some have won my heart.” She gets up, “I’ll get going, I’ll have the place on lock down. Don’t mistreat anyone here.” |Name| walks down a set of stairs heads out the door then she heads further East.

“Worick um, a woman is outside. She seems to be waiting for someone.”

“Hm? Is that- Hey Nico!” The mentioned male with the nickname perks, his voice was a bit off but it was a response Warick wanted. “Another job?”

“Nah Nich, someone’s waiting for you.” Nicholas is deaf: a big factor behind his character that also culminates with the bond he shares with this someone. The woman standing outside was half blind, she couldn’t see anything except for the Twilights based on their movements. When Nich made it outside the male was enthused to see her.

His gaze was excited, eager to tease while she signs carefully. ‘Good evening Nicholas, your body keep shifting so I can tell you wish to know why I’m here. I just wanted to see you’ that wasn’t all. The male leans in; she leans her head against his.

“I missed you dearly, I’ve noticed more and more going missing and got worried.” He hums, “I don’t plan on leaving your side |Name|, I know you don’t either.” The woman closed her eyes in adoration, though his voice was off putting to some she adored it. Loved his beautiful voice and teasing attitude, he usually doesn’t speak he’d do small taps on her shoulder to help her out or Worick would translate.

“Nicholas, are you okay?” He nods, the woman held his face. “Mentally?” The male stops, her focus was always on their mental healths: it was why he loved |Name|, Nicholas hugs the woman close then he’d ask the same thing. She rubs his hair slowly while giving a small reply, “Want me to walk you home?” |Name| nods after.

“Maybe we could catch up on some things while we’re at it.”

Nicholas offers an arm and she holds it, then they walk side by side together down the street.

[ackerbabezzz]

There is a severe lack of Gangsta fics specifically Worick fics so I decided to take one for the team :)

[sl33paholics]

Her Tender Touch

Gina Paulklee x black!fem! reader

Warning(s): strap on usage, oral (eating out), teasing, bounding, drunk sex, praise kink

I am so fucking sorry for taking DAYS to post something but GOSH! School had me in a chokehold and I lost motivation for a while but I'm HERE 🗣‼️

The sound of light rain hitting the windows was washed out by the chatter and noise from the bar around her. The loud music was blasting from speakers, and a few of the guys at the tables had gotten into it by now. "The usual?" asked a bartender, who had come over to take their drink orders. It was Friday night. (Y/N)'s favorite day of the week.

"Yes, please," you said, giving him a smile that he returned before walking back behind the bar. You leaned against the counter watching the scene around you as people came in and went out, your attention going towards outside the window before the bartender reappeared and handed you a tall glass filled with yellow creamy liquid that he had just poured for the other customers. He smiled again, "Enjoy."

"Piña Colada, how typical." You'd turn your attention to a tall, short hair, blonde woman huffing a cigarette with a short glass of Mai Tai in front of her. "Gina..." She turned to look at you, taking another drag off her cigarette before glancing away again. "Gina, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, or, at all really.'' You took a sip of your own drink and tried not to grimace at its bitterness. You'd always hated pineapple on ice, even though you loved the taste.

It was too fruity and sugary for you. "What brings you here?" You'd asked the woman as she took a sip. Gina shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something about the way she held herself that made you think that maybe there was more than she let on. She glanced around before looking back at you with a soft smile that somehow made her eyes look even brighter than normal. Were you seeing things? "I haven't seen you in...forever, fifteen years?" Gina shook her head, letting out a bitter chuckle. "But then again, why should we stumble across each other when we're both stuck living our miserable lives, huh?" Gina downed her drink in one gulp. "Let's get out of here. I don't feel like being cooped up in this god forsaken place any longer. Drinks at my place." The woman would stand up heading towards the door, watching her walk outside. You quickly paid for both of your drinks before rushing out as you mindlessly trailed behind her.

The walk was quiet. It was so different from the last time you saw Gina, what felt like forever ago. But you still weren’t used to her presence. Not in the same way you had been accustomed to it all those years ago when she was just a friend. Back then, it had been comforting having her close to you. Back then, her company seemed almost necessary to have. Her presence alone could make your life much easier. Now she was just some stranger. One whom you didn’t know anything about. And yet…you couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

The two of you made it to her place. The silence was killing you as you followed her to her spacey room. She grabbed a bottle of Cognac from her dresser and began pouring into two shot glasses. “You want some?” She looked up at you as she sat down on the edge of her bed, watching you nod slowly. Her eyes softened, making you wonder if you had imagined it when she smiled faintly at you, “How have you been?” You sighed quietly, slightly fidgetting in your spot. “Well... I'm meeting you after years of no contact, so I guess you can say I'm..kinda scared but excited.” Gina nodded at you in understanding. “And you've got to be pretty fucking terrified of me if you're here, don't you?” She laughed softly. You could sense an undercurrent of bitterness in her voice, but you didn't want to ask for clarification. Gina ploped next to you with the bottle in her hand, her gaze never leaving yours. “Now, no need to be a sad sack, (Y/N), we'll talk over this with drinks, yes?" You nodded numbly, and Gina passed you a shot glass.

You don't remember what had happened between the two of you after drinking those shots of Cognac. All you remembered is your clothes were on the floor and your wrists being tied up to the bed frame, your body raiding the heat you felt from the liquor. Your breathing was heavy as you felt Gina's hands gripping onto your thighs. Her sensual kisses up and down your inner thighs made you shudder. Gina's thumb rubbing your clit in a circle motioned for you to arch your back as she licked her lips. You moaned slightly, feeling your pussy dripping hot wetness on the bedsheets. Removing her thumb and replacing it with her mouth, she gently kissed your clit , making you groan as you felt her tongue flicking at your folds. You whimpered as she lapped at your clit having her tongue roll it around counter-clockwise in circles until you couldn't handle anymore. You were so close. You needed her. You wanted her. You needed to be fucked.

Your mind was in a haze. You weren't sure what was real and what wasn't. But one thing you knew for certain was that Gina Paulklee was going to be the death of you. “Gina, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, your legs involuntarily tensing. Gina stopped her sucking and pulled away from you, “Not quite yet, love,” she grinned at you, leaning forward, “but soon~” she whispered seductively as she kissed your lips lightly. You watched her walk away to her closet to grab some things, a dazed smile on your face. Gina had never called you 'love', you hadn't expected that, but hearing her call you that made you feel warm inside. You wondered how long you'd have to wait before you could finally feel her again, staring at the ceiling as you watched the room spin slowly around you.

You felt her hands grip your cheeks to turn your face to meet hers, and her lips met yours. Gina kissed you hungrily, her lips were swollen, red, and everything about her made you want to break free from the rope even more. Gina bit your lip hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered in pleasure, feeling your arousal growing with every passing second. Gina pulled away from you, panting. You stared at her, unable to speak, your thoughts racing as you processed everything happening around you.

Gina then climbed on top of you, seeing the size of the strap that was rubbing against your pussy as she smirked, “Do you like this?” She whispered huskily, running her hands along your sides before cupping your ass and pulling your hips towards her, pressing it against herself. "You like the jock harness? You like this? Let me show you how nice and easy it will be once I'm inside of you…" Gina lifted your leg up, forcing it around her waist so she was seated right at the opening. The light-haired blonde woman slowly pushed the tip inside of you , pushing her hips back as you bucked into her.

"Fuck… Gina, please -" You moaned, the familiar warmth pooling in the center of your stomach. "Oh, baby girl, you're mine, aren't you?"

(Y/N) panted heavily, the sheets underneath them damp and tangled with her sweat. You watched as Gina helped you adjust, leaning over to kiss down your chest before resting her chin on your shoulder, "So beautiful... So sexy... keep making those noises, I love your voice." She began to lick and suck on your skin, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation.

Gina thrusted against you causing you to gasp loudly, "Fucking Christ!"

"So good," she purred against your skin. She pressed her breasts against you. You clenched your jaw. "Yes Gina…" You felt her nipples pressing into your chest. "Please."

Surprisingly, she was gentle with you. Considering you're not a virgin and had experience with women, you weren't exactly prepared for such gentleness. You thought she would be rough, but you enjoyed her touch, her lips against your skin, her finger teasing your clit. "Who's my beautiful woman? Mhm~ such a fantastic body..." The only problem was you couldn't seem to stop yourself from moaning as she continued to thrust.

Her movements were beginning to get sloppy, and you could hear the sounds of her breathing quickening. Gina shifted her position on top of you, causing you to moan louder when she pushed herself completely inside of you. "Take it all, baby. I know you can, just like that." A deep guttural sound left your throat as Gina began moving faster and harder against you, thrusting against you with increasing speed.

"Come for me...come for me baby.." You were getting closer to the brink of coming, and it wasn't long before your entire body felt electrified and your mind was blank. "You were incredible," Gina panted, moving her lips up and down your neck, trailing her teeth there. “God..you drive me crazy, you know that?” She growled. “I know.” You replied quietly, watching her undo the rope from your wrists.

Feeling too weak to move, you just laid there looking up at the ceiling and waiting for your heartbeat to come back to normal, which it did a moment later. As the fog in your head cleared, you realized how much time spent just dozing off. "Gina?" (Y/N) looked around the darkened bedroom, finding nothing but darkness. You could barely see her figure laying right next to you. "Go back to sleep." You felt her arms wrapping themselves around your torso, her cheek on your arm.

[gamblersdoll]

cw: mean worrick, spit, tears, bj

your jaw was going slack, sore and long. you could hear it pop every now and again, but not over the small gags youd make and the gasps for air.

“yeah? how my dick taste?” he barks, arms folded behind his head and resting against the couch. “fuckin cockdrunk, arent you?”

you nod, eyes looking up at him and teary. you lower your head farther on his cock, gagging hard. you didnt mind, him training your throat for hours was perfect. your throat loosened and tightened around his cock, you practically swallowing him.

his voice hitched, cracking when he speaks. “oh shit—mmhh!” he groans behind his lips, eyes crossing and toes curling. “thats my fuckin girl, suck that fuckin’ dick!”

you nod, watching him lean up and spit in your face. your cunny clenched, toes curling on their own and his tip comes out with a ‘pop.’ fat globs of spit spills from your mouth, you giggling as he bites his lip.

he grabs a handful of your hair, leaning down to you and smirking. “wont let this pretty mouth run away from me. nah, ill leave another gapping whole in you if you tried.”

[neesieiumz]

Need them so bad 🫠🫠😫😫

black fem reader, oral (m.receiving), exhibitionism, mentions of nicolas brown watching, rewatching gangsta and having thoughs, mdni | worick arcangelo

the tip of his cock taps at the back of your throat causing a pornographic gag to erupt from the back of your throat. strings of your saliva pool on the wooden floors below your body. the liquid stains the old t-shirt that belonged to worick and each movement you made on the wooden floors that bruised your knees rise to display the cotton candy pink panties you wore. your cunt dampens at the feeling of worick’s cock pushing itself further down your throat. the more his cock slide down your throat the more it felt like your breath was being taken away from you.

tears embellish your lash line as worick grabs a hand full of your coils to bring your mouth further upon his cock than it already was. his rugged fingers tangle in your hair while it was placed on the back of your head trapping you to endure the blistering feeling of his cock in your throat. with your nose pressed against the white-haired pubes that worick purposely let grow out, he cruelly ignores the pressure in his toned thighs from your freshly manicured nails.

when he finally lets go, it was as if a person was playing with a yo-yo. your head bounces back to let out a cough while a string of saliva connects from your plush lips and worick's hardened cock. he clicks his tongue while he grabs your face squishing your cheeks together to cause those same lips he kisses frequently to pucker.

"you see doll, when you be a good girl—you get rewarded. right, nic?"

you had forgotten that nicolas was even manspreading on the couch of the shared apartment between the handymen. thick thighs spread apart so you could see the visible bulge in his pants through your teary eyes.

the things you do to entertain the handy men of ergastulum

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Must Be A Full Moon 🌕 (Werewolf!Nico x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Nicolas “Nico” Brown x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Nico for about five months now and you couldn’t be happier with him. He’s big, he’s sexy, he’s protective, and he listens! He’s the perfect boyfriend…except for one thing: you haven’t had sex yet. Every time you come close to it, he always makes an excuse and leaves your apartment before anything more than kissing can happen. What is it, you wonder? Is he not sexually attracted to you? Is he nervous? What could it be? One dark night, while the moon is high in the sky after a costume party, you get your answer…and everything you’ve been craving from your big, strong, sexy boyfriend.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Boyfriend!Nico; Established Relationship; Transformation; Monsterf*cking; Dom!Nico + sub!Reader; Black-Coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Spanking; Biting; Marking; Scent Play; 69; Knotting; Doggystyle; Sex Against The Window; Voyeurism; Creampie; Reader Cums 3x; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I haven’t something for my baby daddy Nicolas in a minute now. I just adore him. Enjoy & HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃🖤 -Jazz

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It is dark tonight, this Halloween. Very dark. The darkest it’s ever been, the newspapers said.

But not even the tiniest bit of fear runs through you. Not with your big, scary man at your side.

You giggle under the glowing gaslamp illuminating the cobblestones and darkened windows of the barren town. You turn on your heeled Mary Jane that goes with your Red Riding Hood costume, smiling shyly at your boyfriend.

“I had a really good time tonight, Nicolas,” you say, your voice soft and breathy. Seductive. You hope he catches on, glad that the alcohol from the party earlier has emboldened you. The many vodka shots, sweetened with chocolate, candy corn, and sour apple, have also softened the edges of your vision, making everything look softer, rosey, and nice…including your boyfriend.

The corner of his lips lift into a small, sexy smile that makes your stomach and lady parts flutter. “I’m glad,” he mutters.

But he always looks nice. Nice and sexy. You could barely keep your hands off of him at the costume party tonight, your hands stroking his chest, arms, or anywhere else you could that wasn’t his cock. He, on the other hand, had no issue putting a hand on your thigh under a table or placing a hand on your ass if someone even looked at you and your cute costume.

Worick and Alex had invited you out for the party about a week ago, something they do every Halloween in your small, shitty town. Every Halloween-lover, drinker, and young, dumb person in town came to your favorite bar/nightclub to dress up and party. You’re usually weary about large crowds in condensed spaces, but Nico being there made you feel 100% better.

You can’t explain how his presence makes you feel. You love him near you, even when you’re just sitting on the couch or cuddling in bed. He makes you feel so safe. So protected. Despite his bigger size, you love feeling so small beside him. Plus, the fact that he’s big enough to pick you up and break you like a toothpick turns you on more than words can say.

You have a thing for big men, hence why Worick and Nico caught your eye when Alex introduced you to them at a bar once. But it’s Nico who grabbed your attention…sweet, attentive, quiet, shy, awkward, and slightly terrifying Nico.

You’ve been dating him for five months and they’ve been the best! The dates are exciting and romantic. The kisses are electric. You find yourself falling deeper and deeper for him every day you talk to him or see him which he often does when he’s passing through your neighborhood for a mission. You can’t ask for a better partner.

Except for one thing: the sex is nonexistent. While yes, you don’t have to be sexual with EVERY man you date, you want to be sexual with YOUR man now. You can’t help it! Nico is too delicious to not be in your bed or on your couch completely naked and buried in one of your holes.

For the past month, your nights have been filled with hot dreams of the two of you locked together, Nico fucking you stupid. You often daydream about what his cock looks like or how he’d taste. What do his moans sound like? How does he look when he cums?

In addition to the past month, you’ve been trying in vain to get him to come into your apartment after date nights with promises of more wine or a cup of tea. You’ve tried other things too: wearing tighter dresses and low-cut tops to show off your ample chest and shapely figure; sending him flirty, late night voicemails; kissing him just a little longer than usual when he or you have to go home.

But alas…nothing has happened. It’s disappointing and disheartening, but you won’t give up. Not until your stud of a boyfriend is buried in your sheets AND in you. Hence why you invited him out tonight.

“I hope you had fun too,” you say, taking his bigger hand in your smaller, daniter ones. Even his hand is bigger than your wrist. God, why won’t he just fuck you already?! “I know you’re not much of a party person, but I appreciate you taking me.”

You give him a shy, loving smile that he returns. To anyone watching, you look like two lovebirds falling deeper for each other under the lamplight. “I hope Worick didn’t scare you off too much,” he signs, momentarily dropping your hands to do so.

You’ve been studying sign language for years now having someone in your family who is deaf. Not to mention that you’ve had deaf patients as a nurse working at your local hospital. Nico has also been teaching you other signs, his eyes brightening when you sign back to him. You love seeing that bright look of joy and pride in his gaze.

You sign a little bit now, only doing what you know. “Please! He’s annoying sober, so him acting up off theBourbon is nothing. I just hope Alex knows what she’s in for.” Nico laughs and you laugh with him, knowing that Warwick is loose monster when he’s drunk and will no doubt want to roleplay with Alex tonight in her cat costume.

The laughter dies now and you’re soon left with the sounds of the night: a lone owl hooting, a dog barking, a crisp breeze blowing in the trees. “Oh!” you say just because you want him to stay. “And thank you for, uh….dressing up. I knew you weren’t gonna wear that fursuit.”

Nico smirks as you play with the furry tail that he attached to his back pocket just for you. Strangely, it fits well with his black jeans, tight black V-neck, and leather jacket. “Glad I didn’t disappoint you,” he signs. His soft brown eyes roam over your hood and frilly, velvet dress that you paired with some white thigh-high stockings, Mary Jane heels, and a corset that pushes your breasts enticingly up in his face.

“You?!” you scoff, your eyes widening at him. You wave a passive, freshly-manicured hand. Your nails are shiny and blood red. Pretty…probably prettier wrapped around your man’s cock.”No way! I’m just happy you went along with my costume for tonight. Alex helped me pick it out.”

You begin to swish your hips in your dress, making the red and white frills sway around your thighs. Nico watches, transfixed by your legs and the way your titties jiggle in your corset. “Cute,” he sighs, his voice deep and raspy. It makes something tingle in you.

Your heart pounds against your chest, somehow making your ears ring. “Really?” you whisper. “You think so?” You fill the gap between you, just a mere inch that you fill with only two steps towards him.

You wrap your arms around Nico’s thick neck while he ropes his around your waist, nearly lifting you up off of the ground. You giggle, your nose brushing with his. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums. “So pretty.” Then he’s kissing you, his soft, juicy lips tasting of whiskey. He smells faintly of smoke from the bar and his favorite Irish Spring soap.

God, this man! He seduces you with one mere touch. One whiff of him. One kiss. You want him so badly. Your nipples harden under your costume and your panties are already soaked. You deepen the kiss, hoping he can understand just what you need.

But just as quickly as the kiss happens, it ends and Nico slowly lowers you down onto your feet. “I should leave,” he signs, looking wearily down the road. He gets anxious around this time of night as anyone would.

Your heart droops like a wilted flower at the mention of his departure. “Oh,” you say, disappointed. “You don’t wanna come in and stay awhile? I-I mean, it’s so late and you pounded as much as Warwick.” You recall the whiskey shot challenge he had with his longtime friend and the apple vodka he shared with you by pouring it into your mouth from his. You were so horny after that.

“Nah,” he signs. “Tired. You need rest too.” He pats your head, only disappointing you further. You want that hand on your throat or spanking your ass till it stings.

The alcohol works its damned magic and soon, you’re spilling out the words you’ve been keeping in: “Nicolas,” you say, swallowing hard. “Why don’t you wanna sleep with me?”

Nico’s brown eyes widen at you, stunned into silence. The only sounds are of a distant owl hooting and your blood pumping in your ears. “What?” he says, too shocked to sign.

You gasp, covering your mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did you say that?! “I-I’m sorry!” you squeak. “It’s the booze! I-It’s just that we’ve been dating for months and you only come over during the day….a-and you don’t stay the night! I want you to stay the night!”

The truth comes tumbling out, unable to be bottled up anymore. Nico stands there in silence, mouth parted in shock. He had no idea you felt this way and of course, he didn’t. You never told him till now. “Is it me?” you blubber, nervously playing with the tie to your hood. “Are you not sexually attracted to me?”

“No,” he immediately says, his voice gruff and low. He closes the gap between you, his hand on your cheek. “I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, Y/N.” His words are so passionate that they make your face grow hot. He steps back, looking gutted. “I’m sorry,” he signs. “I didn’t mean to make you feel this way. It’s not any of that.”

“Then what is it?” you gently push. He looks away from you then, staring off to the side at a street lamp. “I need you so much, Nico,” you whimper, pressing your hands against his hard chest. “I hug my pillow at night thinking of you next to me….which I wouldn’t have admired without the booze.” Your face feels like it’s on fire, but so does your body. You’re alight with need.

Nico’s eyes switch back to yours, interest and a small flame in them. “Really?” he asks. You nod and he uses his big hands to sign for you: “I think about you too. All of the time.” You smile at this, hope fluttering in your breast. “There’s just something I couldn’t tell you before about me.”

He looks down at his shoes, biting his plump lower lip. You scowl at him, confused and a little scared. Is it something bad? From the way he looks so anxious, it must be. “Something about you?” you parrot. “Then what is it? You can tell me.”

Nico looks back up at you and you can see the moon in them. “I’ll show you,” he says. “C‘mon.” He suddenly takes your hand and leads you to the front door of your apartment building. “Where are we going?” you ask, unable to hide your excitement.

“To bed,” he grunts. You wrench your hand out of his grasp, gaping at him. “What?!” you exclaim. “B-But you’re supposed to show me why you’re not…”

You pause, a sudden yawn escaping your lips. Your boyfriend leans against the doorframe, smirking at you. “M’not tired,” you whine with a cute little pout.

He nods, snickering to himself as you get your key out to unlock the door. “Uh-huh,” he chuckles. “Upstairs.” He presses a hand to your waist as you walk inside with him. You believe you feel his hand trail down to your behind, but you’re not too sure.

“But are you gonna show me what you needed to show me?” you tiredly ask as he leads you up the steps to your floor. “Soon, baby,” he softly says. “Bedtime.”

Bedtime, it is. You don’t fight him as he leads you up to your floor and helps you into your tiny apartment. And you don’t fight him when he helps you out of your costume, into your PJs, wipes your makeup off for you, and then tucks you into bed. Sleepily, you watch as he strips down to his briefs before he climbs in next to you, his hard body curled up next to yours.

You want to touch him, feel him, make him feel as hot as you are. But sleep takes you before you can even think about reaching over to grab his cock and stroke him through his briefs. The alcohol and the long night take over, leaving you sound asleep. Nico falls asleep soon after, his soft snores filling the tiny, dark bedroom.

But somewhere in the night that is creeping towards morning, you awaken to a sudden noise. You sit up straight out of your hot dream of you and Nico in a hot tub somewhere, hands roaming and lips caressing, reality crashing down onto you. Immediately, your eyes catch the sliver of light coming from across the room where your private bathroom is.

You hear the sound of running sink water, but also something else. It sounds like…breathing. Harsh, distressed breathing. You look to where Nico should be in your bed, but you find the space empty and warm as if he just got up. Worried, you swallow the lump in your throat to call to him. “Nico?” you tentatively call. “Honey? Is everything okay?”

He grunts in response, making your heart leap in fear. Is he hurt? “Nicolas!” you call, seriously now. “What’s going on?”

“Stay away!” a deep, rasped voice calls from the other side of the door. “Don’t come in!” He grunts again, his breathing becoming more ragged. You press a hand to your mouth, fear gripping you. That didn’t sound like Nico at all. This voice is much, much deeper. “N-Nico?” you whimper, confused and scared.

He doesn’t answer you anymore. He continues to grunt and snarl as if he’s an animal. ‘He must be sick,’ you think and quickly toss the duvet covering you away to tent to your boyfriend.

But before you can get out of bed, the bathroom door opens. Suddenly, you are faced with the silhouette of Nico, but all you can see is black. You can’t see his face nor any of his other features. He might as well be a shadow. You’re not sure anymore if you’re even awake. “Nico?” you whisper, fear crawling into your veins. “Is that you?”

“Yes,” he instantly replies, but he sounds…wrong. His voice is even raspier and deeper as if it dropped an octave in the time he was in the washroom. “Are you afraid?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, unsure of how to answer him. You press the duvet to your chest, covering yourself. “N-No,” you stammer.

Nico then steps forward and you see that his eyes are nothing but slits with gold irises in the moonlight. “You should be.”

And right before your very naked eyes, your boyfriend’s shape begins to change. He grows bigger and larger in size, growing in muscle mass. He lowers over you so much that you have to tilt your head up to look at him. As the moonlight cuts into your bedroom, creating a silver spotlight on him, he begins to grunt and snarl to himself, his face scrunched in pain.

His clothes grow smaller on his bigger body and suddenly rip off of him, tearing to shreds and fluttering to the floor. His skin disappears, replaced with fine black fur that coats his entire body. His ears elongate and point. His nose forms a dripping snout. His nails sharpen and his teeth grow bigger and longer, sharpening into fangs that gleam like knives at you. But the kicker it seems is the big, furry, wagging tail that drops between his furry thighs.

Finally finished, he falls to his knees in the light before you, heaving from whatever energy his transformation took out of him. You gape at him, all kinds of emotions swimming in you, but fear is the number one. “N-N-N—“ You can’t even get his name out.

Slowly, he looks up at you and somehow, you see your sweet boyfriend in the eyes of the wolf staring back at you. “This is me,” he growls out. “The real me.”

You continue to stare, wide-eyed and alarmed. You’re dreaming. You have to be. You pinch yourself, hissing at the sting. No…this is real. Nico stands but doesn’t come near you, too afraid to do so. “I won’t hurt you,” he signs and you almost laugh at the sight of his big, clawed paws signing for you. This is Nico!

“I’d never. But the moon makes me like this.” He motions over his new form, looking absolutely ashamed…and horny. You can see his cock bulging from his briefs that have just managed to cling to his groin despite his bigger size.

Slowly, you creep out of the bed and tentatively walk over to him. He stands firmly still, afraid of spooking you. Once you’re near him, you first gently touch his snout and then move your fingers over his soft, thick fur. He sighs at your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. Then you move farther down, getting on your knees to move his briefs out of the way.

There, you gasp at the sight. His cock has swollen at least four sizes up from his original size as a human…which is pretty thick already judging from what you’ve seen in his pants. He is thicker, longer, and flushed red. “My knot,” he raspily explains, sounding embarrassed. “I…can’t help it.”

And you can’t help the way your pussy throbs staring at it. Despite how strange it looks, it also makes you hotter than you’ve ever been in your life. Gently, you wrap a hand around it, trying to see how thick it is. Your fingers can barely fit around the base!

You begin to stroke your boyfriend up and down, getting used to his size and eventually using another hand to hold him. Nico hoarsely moans above you, staring down at you through hooded eyes. “Baby,” he hoarsely says. “W-What are you—“

You silence him by taking a kitten lick of his tip, making him groan. “Take me, Nico,” you whisper, staring up at him through your lashes. “Take my mouth. Fuck my face as much as you need.”

Then you take him into your mouth, first sucking gently on the head. Nico watches on, unable to fulfill your request…yet. He lets you take the reins, watching with clenched fists as you take him deeper with every slow second, his cock sinking between your soft lips. He can’t believe what he’s witnessing. His beautiful, hot, cute girl on her knees for him taking his werewolf cock in her mouth.

“F-Fuck, darlin’,” he groans, unable to keep his sounds of pleasure back. He trembles under your wet tongue and soft, little hands stroking up and down his length. His big, heavy balls swinging like pendulums grow heavier with cum at the sight of you.

You pop his cock out of your mouth to smile up at him. “Feels good?” you purr, your heart exploding with pride when he frantically nods. “Good. Just relax for me, Nico. I’m right here.”

You continue to take him in your mouth, gradually growing bolder and more relaxed to take him deeper. He is much thicker than normal, stretching your mouth out to the point where your jaw aches. You alternate between eagerly stroking and eagerly sucking, bobbing your head up and down as you moan, sending vibrations throughout his thick, red cock.

“Shit!” Nico hisses, watching through slits as you give him a long lick from base to tip like a lollipop. Unable to take anymore, he gently grasps the back of your head and pushes you back down. You moan in joy, letting him thrust in and out of your mouth at a slow, gentle pace, obviously afraid of hurting you.

But that doesn’t last long. Feeling your soft, hot, wet mouth wrapped around him tears Nico’s self-control to shreds. Quickly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth and scoops you up as if you weigh nothing. You squeak in surprise as he carries you to the bed, carrying you like you’re a precious jewel.

And he takes care of you like you are one. Once on the bed, he lays down first before he places you on top facing his cock. You feel his clawed hands on your ass, cascading down your panties, and then rrrrrip. “Nico!” you whine, pouting at the sound of your lace panties tearing. “Those were my favorite!”

“Sorry, baby,” he says, but you can tell he isn’t. You’re not even that mad once his hands grasp your ass and spreads your cheeks apart. You hiss at the cool air hitting your puckered asshole and sobbing cunt. “Fuck,” Nico shudderingly says, his hot breath hitting your quivering pussy lips.

And there’s his tongue. His tongue. You’ve never felt anything like it. It is so big, fat, and long. It reaches every part of your pussy outside and in when it slides between your wet folds, caressing every sensitive spot. He fills you up in a way your fingers can’t, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

For this to be the first time he’s ever eaten you out, it’s fucking magical. You can’t help but toss your ass back and grind against his face which Nico happily invites. He moans and growls into your cunt, messily eating and lapping at your juices. “Oh, Nico!” you moan. “Nico, fuck yes, that’s so good! Keep going, baby! Keep—“

You’re silenced by his cock suddenly popping you in the lip as it lurches forward, standing up at attention. “Sorry,” he chuckles, but pushes his hips up towards your inviting mouth. “Go ahead.”

He doesn’t even have to tell you. You’re salivating at the chance to have him in your mouth again. You proceed to bob your head up and down as he thrusts up into your mouth, shoving his knot a bit deeper each time down your throat. Saliva drips from your mouth as Nico fucks your face, using your mouth as a toy. You love every minute of it, causing your pussy to grow wetter in his mouth.

The lewd sounds of moans and wet licking fills the air that is thick with sex. The moonlight hits your brown skin and body, illuminating both of your beautiful features as Nico stares up at you. He adores the way you throw your ass back into his face. Loves how you look riding his tongue, twerking that soft, luscious ass of yours as you do. He grips and spanks it to his heart’s delight, growing rock at the sound of your pretty moans that bounce off of the bedroom walls.

He eats you faster, becoming more determined to bring you to orgasm with his tongue strokes. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick up your slit while one of his thick fingers toys with your pretty rosebud, rolling the needy button around in semi-circles. He has wanted to know your body for so long and now that he does, he wants to know more.

You ride his face like a stolen car, chasing your own high. “Fuck, Nico, I’m gonna cum!” you whine, your voice loud and squeaky. “Y-You’re gonna…I’m gonna!” Nico gripped your ass, giving you a bite of pain as his claws nearly dig into your flesh. “Cum, baby,” he growls into your cunt. “Cum for me!”

You continue to ride him, stroking his cock with both hands as you do to give him pleasure too. Finally, you feel yourself tumble off of that hill and into a sea of bliss. Your orgasm is intense and overwhelming, drawing all kinds of high-pitched moans and gasps out of you. Nico hums “mmm-hmm” into your pussy, lapping up all that you give him like a grateful dog would for water. He even licks along your asscrack, catching the droplets that fell there.

By the time he finishes, you are absolutely drained and shuddering above him. “Oh. My. God.” You gasp out each word. That was the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your life!

Nico chuckles below you, pressing a kiss to your clit that makes you shudder. Looking down, you find his bobbing knot has grown a lot harder and redder, practically flushed. “You’re still hard,” you giggle, slowly stroking up and down his shaft. He moans in response, fucking your hand without abandon. The poor baby is desperate. “Guess you still need more too.”

You look back at him, seeing the need in his piercing gaze. “Do you?” he asks, a question in his golden eyes. He doesn’t elaborate, but he doesn’t have to. You know exactly what he means: do you want him to fuck you?

Is the sky blue and the grass green? You giggle, positioning yourself so you’re now turned around and facing him. You press your hands against his furry chest, your fingers burying in his fur. “Yes, honey,” you coo, nuzzling your nose with his. “I want you too. Fuck me right here, right now. I’m all yours.”

That is all Nico needs to hear. Minutes later, you are on all fours, face down in the pillow with your ass hiked in the air, receiving the deep dicking of your life. Nico mounts you from behind, one clawed hand pressing you down into the bed while the other is on your ass, spanking you here and there and making you wail.

His strokes are slow but deep and hard, stealing the breath from your body with every thrust. It sends your clit into a pleasured frenzy, leading you to frantically rub it in time with his thrusts, and your brain turns to mush. His cock fills you up in a way you’ve never been before, his balls swinging against your clit.

“Oh, my God!” you practically scream. “Oh, my God!” Your moans are broken and loud as your boyfriend fucks you like an animal, bullying your pussy into taking his cock…and then eventually his knot. “Take it,” he growls, pressing a hand on your back. “Take me, darlin’.”

Embarrassing squelching sounds mingle with the creaking of the bed springs as he ruts into you, making your pussy wetter. And it isn’t just his cock. It’s him. It’s the way his fur tickles your skin. It’s the way he smells. It’s the way he sounds. Your pussy belongs to him, your velvety walls squeezing around him with every slow, deep thrust.

“I-I am!” you whimper out. “I will, Daddy, I promise!” You gasp as you feel him slide in deeper as he hooks an arm around you, drawing you closer to him. A loud, desperate whine escapes you at the feeling of him pistoling into you, making your tits and ass jiggle with every thrust.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his tongue caressing your earlobe and neck. “My good fuckin’ girl.” His teeth nibble on the tender skin of your neck, leaving little love marks of him. Something to let anyone know that you are his. The idea of being his, of being owned by him….fuck, you’re about to cum. You can feel it building again.

“Oh, Nico, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob to the heavens. “You’re gonna make me cum! O-Oh, f-f-fuck!”

Nico doesn’t stop even as you orgasm, your body bucking and writhing in his arms and underneath his big, furry body. He toys with your neck with his tongue and teeth, stimulating each sensitive part of you which only makes your orgasm that much more intense. He groans into your sweet, coconut-scented hair as your walls clench around him, pushing him to cum too.

But not yet.

When your orgasm finally fades, you snuggle back into his furry chest that pillows the back of your head. “Nico, I…” Your mind, sluggish from the two intense orgasms, can’t process the words quick enough.

Even if it could, Nico doesn’t give you a chance. He is suddenly turning you around, scooping you up, and taking you over to the window where the moonlight is bright and beautiful. He hooks his big paws underneath your thighs, keeping his cock inside of you as he pushes you against the wall, your thighs pinned open for him.

You weakly moan as you feel his fingers toy with your clit, your eyes fluttering at the intense pleasure. Your pussy shudders and throbs from the stimulation despite just orgasmic. You don’t know if you can take anymore of it. “Look at me,” Nico softly growls.

You open your eyes, staring into his. All you see is yourself reflecting back like two golden mirrors. “Beautiful,” he sighs. “So beautiful.” He thrusts deeper and suddenly, his knot is pushing inside of you. You let out a broken moan as he groans, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

“N-Nico,” you whimper, gripping his back. Your nails dig into his skin littered in fur, no doubt leaving your own marks. But he embraces it, enjoying the bite of pain as your soft, velvet pussy squeezes around his knot. He begins to fuck you pinned against the wall, rutting as deep as he can go. Your breath comes out in short puffs as you take his knot, your mind briefly thinking about if he is to get stuck.

Would you even mind that?

Your boyfriend begins to thrust harder, faster, fucking you up and up and up against the wall in the moonlight. Your body is forced to near another orgasm, your pussy gripping around him tighter than a vice. “Nico,” you whine. “N-Nicolas, it’s too much! I-I can’t take much more!”

Nico pulls away to stare at you, his canine eyes filled with unshed tears. His teeth are bared and his jaw is tight. He, too, is holding back. You cup his face in your hands, your fingers caressing through his thick, coarse fur. “I need you to cum,” you beg. “Please fuck me and cum deep in my pussy. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

You’ve never wanted anything more than you want his cum…well, maybe sex with him. And now you’re getting it. You couldn’t be more blessed to get dicked down the way you are now. Little Red Riding Hood with her big, bad, sexy wolf.

Nico’s eyes flash with a fire that is almost animalistic. Untamed. It thrills you yet frightens you. This isn’t your Nico anymore. This is a beast. A monster who needs his fill. And you’re more than happy to give it to him.

He grips you to him as if you’ll vanish if he doesn’t and proceeds to fuck your brains out. “Gonna fill you,” he groans. “Gonna fill my baby up.” You frantically nod, locking your limbs around him to trap him against you. “Yes!” you moan. “Do it! Cum with me, Nico, baby, please!”

You can feel his knot swelling up inside of you, begging to be released from its torture. “I love you,” he growls into your ear. “Love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too!” you sob, the throws of your third orgasm taking over. “C-Cumming! Nic, I’m cumming!”

And finally, you do. Like a spray of champagne shooting out of a corked bottle, you explode all around Nico’s knot. The feeling is so intense that your fingers and toes cramp. You toss your head back and moan to the skies, letting the Gods above know of the ecstasy you feel. Nico frantically pistons into you, chasing his own orgasm until he finally cums with a low grunt that gradually grows louder.

He begins to roar, the sound muffled by your breast as he nuzzles his face into your chest. You gasp at the steady warm stream of cum that enters you, filling you to the brim. There is so much that it drips down your thighs, sticky and wet. You are now officially, unmistakably his.

Once your highs fade, Nico’s body relaxes against yours and his roars of pleasure die down to soft growls and grunts. Exhaustion soon takes over and he crashes to the floor with you still in his arms. Gently, after giving you a nimble squeeze of your tit, he gently pulls out of you and rolls onto his back beside you. You moan at the loss of his cock, your pussy feeling sore yet tingly.

Together, you lie on your bedroom floor side by side, panting, sweating, and absolutely drained. You’ve never felt this way before. You feel like you just ran a marathon! But the ache you feel is so delicious that you almost want to go again. “Oh, Nico,” you sigh, tired yet satisfied.

You turn to stare at your beast of a boyfriend only to find that your beast is now a human hunk again. “Oh, you’re back!” you joyfully exclaim. He wordlessly stares at you, his tan skin and toned body slick with sweat. His cock, no longer knotted, is soft and flaccid from his intense orgasm between his thick, muscular thighs. It’s still thick but much smaller compared to his werewolf size and a beautiful shade of tan.

Unable to keep yourself off of him, you snuggle up next to him, laying a hand on his toned stomach. “You feelin’ okay now?” You softly ask.

“Mmm,” he hums, looking absolutely energized now. He has a glint in his eye and he is almost glowing from the inside out. He tilts his chin down to kiss you, his lips soft and supple. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

You smile, giving him another chaste kiss. “It was my pleasure…seriously.” You both laugh at his, the tension in the air thick with sexual chemistry. Only the two of you will know of this night…and maybe the neighbors too. You yawn, feeling exhaustion grip you again. “Now, let’s—“

“Uh-uh,” he interrupts, a crooked smile on his face. He points down at his now-human cock that is now semi-hard.

“Again?!” you gasp, ogling at him. “What, are one of the symptoms of a full moon being increasingly horny too?!”

Nico smiles at you, playfulness in his eyes. “Don’t answer that,” you sigh, already hooking a leg around his waist. You press your tits up against his hard chest, feeling his dog tags against your heated skin. “Just fuck me again.”

And your boyfriend does just that. Again and again again, making you cum your brains out in every position you can think of. That night, you get exactly what you’ve been wanting for months now.

You don’t get much sleep until dawn, but you don’t complain. Not a bit.

THE END.

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Contract (Chapter 1)

Worick Arcangelo x F! Reader

Summary: You summon a demon to help you find love, this Incubus is the most beautiful person you've ever seen.

Warning: Nsfw, Worick is just really naked in this chapter, suggestive comments and touching.

Rating: Nsfw +18

Wordcount: 2391

Requested?: No

Thick hot blood dribbled down my wrist, forming in a pool on the hardwood floor, fingers dug into the wound, quickly coating them in a deep crimson, fear and anticipation flooded my veins. Dull pain burst through my knees as I collided with the floor, fingers smearing rough symbols on the floor. Anger burns through me, as the last symbol is drawn on the floor, a dark wave seems to blow through the room, the bloody floor glows faintly, slowly growing brighter and brighter until it burns to look at until, when I close my eyes the light burns through my eyelids. Darkness swallows the world leaving behind only after images of the burning pentagram in my mind's eye, sulphur fills my nose, burning and vile, my body jerks bile rising in my throat burning its way up. My eyes blink open, tears filling my lash line, slipping down my cheeks, smoke clouded the room, curling in tendrils from the burnt summoning circle, something stood in the middle, a lean body, velvety darkness fell off them in waves. 

I blinked again, slowly, blood loss causing my head to spin, warm red blood still dripped down my arm, warm fingers curled around my jaw, tilting my head back and up.

“Now, now, darling, I can’t just have my new master kneeling on the floor in a pool of blood.”

My mouth went dry, the voice was smooth and velvety, like a sirens song it drew me in, an annoyed sound filled my ears.

 Warmth burned across my skin as the beings hand dragged down my neck to the gash in my arm, fingers trailed over the wound, drawing feather light circles around it. My eyes slid open at that, following up the muscled arm up to the beings face, crystal blue eyes stared back at me… No… only one eye, there is only one, in the place of the other was a wicked scar, the lid had been sealed shut, an easy smile curled across its face, almost feline in nature and dripping in charm. Ash blond hair tumbled down his shoulders, the same pale blond hair shadowed along his chin and upper lip, small black horns porturde from his scalp, the demon leaned forward more, that crystal blue eye peered down at me, pale purple swirled within it. I gaze past his shoulders, a pair of deep black wings protrude from his back, grazing the floor as he kneeled in front of me. My eyes roam down his body, pale skin covered hard muscle, a few bright white scars litter his torso, a smattering of gleaming blond hair trailing down his chest and down further in a snail trail, still further my eyes sink, to the dips of his hips, to the corded muscle of his thighs and up to the apex of his thighs where he hung in all his glory. I jerked my head back up, hot blood pooling in my cheeks, like a fire was burning under my skin, a single blue eye twinkled with amusement, a lazy grin on the demon's face.

“You can look for longer than just that pitiful glance, I am quite proud of my equipment.”

I opened my mouth to speak, the words died in my throat, strong arms curling under my prone body hefting my body up with ease, his skin was hot, burningly so. Weakness hit me with a wave, the world spinning, my nose bumped into his neck, suddenly the smell of sulphur faded and his scent filled me, cigarettes, gunpowder and a mix of perfumes, it was almost choking.

“You’re very quiet, are you unable to speak? I can give you a voice, if that is your wish.” The demon's voice was teasing, the vibrations of his voice sinking into my skin, long strides quickly carried us to the lounge that I had pushed to the side, making enough room for the summoning circle, with surprising gentleness I was placed onto the cushions. 

“I can speak, your stench was just choking me.” I snapped back, embarrassment burnt my cheeks.

His grin stretched wider revealing sharp teeth, his eye glittered with amusement, strong hands pressed against my thighs as he crouched in front of me. Something dark, whipped around behind him, hitting the ground repeatedly with a sharp crack, my eyes focused on it watching it move… it was a tail… long and thin, ending in a heart shape.

“I can heal that nasty wound you have, but that means you have to absorb my body fluids,” his voice is a purr, stretching the words, “that usually means blood but I could make an exception for you and we could find another use for that mouth instead of petty insults.”

My lips peel away from my teeth in a snarl, face twisting in disgust, “Both sound disgusting, why would I want to ingest a demon's blood or any other body fluid from you, I can just wrap my injury and let it heal on its own.”

If it was possible his grin would have gotten even wider, “Sorry, Master, but injuries made when summoning won't heal on their own, but you either need send me back or drink my blood… something tells me that you wont send me back, I don’t think I’ve completed the mission you had in mind for me yet.”

He leaned in closer, hot breath brushing over my skin,”Unless you want me only for my body, which I would happily oblige.”

My lips turn down in frown, “No, you haven't completed the task that I wanted you for, but first before I tell you of that I want to know your name.”

“Worick, you can call me Worick…” He, Worick, paused for a moment before speaking again, “It was what I went by when I was human.”

I swallowed thickly, human he had been human, my blood crusted fingers brush against his cheek, stopping just below his scared eye, he leaned slightly into my touch, his good eye growing hooded.                                                                                                             

“Be careful, Master, touching a being like me with so much tenderness.”

He pulled away from my touch, big hands cradling my arm, bringing my arm up to his mouth, dragging an inhumanly long tongue over the bleeding wound, pain like liquid fire ran in waves away from the wound, I pulled back from his touch, but iron strong hands kept my arm in place, a strangled cry tearing from my chest. The pain faded leaving but a warm tingle slowly spread from the wound to my entire body, settling heavily in my loins, his long tongue kept dragging over the injury, a low groan vibrated against my skin. Blood dripped down his chin, falling seductively from his plush bottom lip, watching that demon-like tongue drag over his lip collecting the blood. It was hard to drag my eyes from the seductive sight in front of me, slowly my vision focused on the wound… where it used to be now there was only smooth blemish free skin. 

“I thought you said there was no other way to heal the wound but to send you back or to drink your body fluids,” annoyance coated my words.

“I never said, drink my fluids, just that you had to absorb them,” Worick whispered, chapped lips pressing against the pulse point on my wrist, teeth nipping at the delicate skin, “could’ve fucked you full of cum and that would have and that would have healed you.”

Heat exploded across my face, burning down my neck, my hands shoved at his shoulders. He rocked back slightly, but didn’t fall, a wide grin splitting his face, one of his hands still held onto my arm, the other resting lazily on my knee. 

“So, what did you call upon me for, Master?”

My lips parted before quickly closing again, I turned my gaze from him, sudden embarrassment and regret filling me, suddenly the swirling patterns of my wooden floor was very interesting, thick calloused fingers pressed lightly at my jaw, forcing me to gaze into his eye.

“I can’t complete your request if I do not know what it is,” there was a hint of anger in his voice, that charming smile on his face faltering for just a moment.

“Keep… I didn’t think this ritual would even work, so you can’t blame me for calling a demon for such a stupid reason but… I summoned you to keep me company and to help me find a partner…”

Worick burst out laughing, sharp teeth flashing as he tilted his head back in a belly deep laugh, his fingers tightening around the meat of my thigh, his tail slapping the floor like a happy dog, his wings puffing out.

“Stop laughing at me, like i said I didn't think it was going to work,” my voice was a high whine.

He kept laughing, his chest rising up and down with gasped breaths, the hand that gripped my arm slipping away to run through his silvery hair, his eye closed.

“Master, that has to be the stupidest reason someone has ever called upon a demon before, it's almost endearing.” Worick shifted, resting his chin on my thigh, “But I shall help you with your request, it would also help me stay out of hell for a bit, y’know it's surprisingly cold there.”

“So how do we seal the deal?”

His blue eye bore into mine, capturing me in the swirling purple storm, his hand squeezed tightly around my thigh, sliding just that bit higher, a sly smile parting his plump lips, his thumb rub circles on my inner thigh.

“There are a lot of ways but only a few of them are fun,” he leaned in closer, his voice was like velvet, a hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, bringing me in closer. Warm lips brush over mine, his body shifted forward more, something slim and warm wrapping around my ankle, his lips pressing firmer against mine, tongue skimming over the seam of my lips before pushing in and intertwining with my own. We stayed like that for what felt like minutes, his tongue exploring my mouth, our lips moving in tandem, my body slowly heating as his hand massages my thigh, the rough hair on his chin and upper lip scratching lightly at my skin, I felt frozen, lust burning through my entire body. His lips pulled away from mine, his tongue drawing back into his mouth, a self satisfied grin curling across his face, his eye was hooded as he gazed into my soul, his hand slipping down my back to rest on my lower back.

He hummed softly, leaning his elbow on my knee and resting his chin on his hand, “The deal is sealed, Master, your lips taste so sweet… not to mention I can smell your lust from here.”

“(Y/n)... That’s my name… Call me that, not master.”

“(Y/n),” the word rolled off his tongue, “That's a beautiful name.”

I watched Worick stand, shifting to his full height, he was tall, towering easily over me, he gazed down at me.

“Master, can you show me around, since I will be staying with you until you find a partner.”

“Don’t act like it will take forever!” I huffed out, he chuckled at me, his lips turning up in a smirk.

“Well, (Y/n), since you are looking for a life partner and not just a quick fuck, expect for it to take quite a while. If you wanted that I could get you a one night stand as soon as you walk out this door.”

I stand quickly, the cool floor sending a jolt through my system, I huff softly, ignoring his words and walking forward, gesturing for him to follow me. Worick padded after me, almost like a puppy following its master, his shadow danced with mine on the wall as we walked down the hallway, the same hardwood floor was here, white paint coating the walls, soft golden light glowing above us. I tug open a door, the hinges creaking softly, inside was a plain double bed, light green sheets cover the bed, the walls the same white as the hallway, a few empty painting hooks in the wall, a small chest of draws in the corner near a window.

“This will be your room while you stay with me… Wait here while I get you some clothes, they were my last ex's. They may be a bit tight but we will go and buy more tomorrow for you.”

“How generous, Master,” there was a teasing note to his voice.

I walk away from the demon, ducking into my room and pulling out a pair of mens shorts and huge hoodie, as I walk back, I watch as he leans against the door, his wings flexing, tail slapping lightly against a muscular thigh, fingers scratching at washboard abs. A dangerous grin curled his lips, an ocean blue eye glittered in mischief, one hand gripped the doorframe, he leaned closer wings spreading wide blocking out the rest of the hallway from view, I got closer, pressing the pile of clothing against a toned chest, a big hand cradled my own, the other moving to rest gently on my hip. He stepped closer still, I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, his tail curled around the meat of my upper thigh, it was smooth and soft like velvet, the heart shaped tip rubbed circles on my skin.

“Tell me, why would you summon a incubus and not want to fuck me?”

“Because I can get dick elsewhere, why would I summon a demon for that? Now put some fucking clothes on.”       

Warm hands pulled away from me, his tail curled around my thigh slowly slipping off, he turned his back on me walking through the door, my eyes trail across his back stopping between the two glorious wings on his back dark black ink a swirling tribal pattern rested there. My eyes slid lower, the muscles in his back flexed as he walked, his tail lazily swayed, still my gaze slipped down further, my teeth sunk into my bottom lip, he had an amazing ass.

“You can’t say you don’t want to fuck me and then look at my ass like that”

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Is it too late to ask for worick walking in on nic eating u out but he doesn't notice until after he made u cum pls👀💵

WORICK AND NICOLAS HAS ALWAYS BEEN BY EACH OTHER SIDE. From Nicolas slaughtering Worick’s abusive father to Worick teaching the twilight how to read. Worick isn’t afraid to let let the city know that a lot of things Nicolas has learned, he has taught him. It’s always been just them two until Alex entered their lives. Even then the relationship between the three just altered slightly. Worick always thought about the possibility of Nicolas getting into a relationship. After all, a man did have needs. He just didn’t expect Nicolas to fall so hard, so quickly. It was Nicolas Brown. The harsh twilight that wasn’t afraid to spring into action if he had to and had an even sharper attitude. It still took Worick by shock seeing Nicolas huge stature soften as his battered arms wrap around your waist to pull you in for a hug after you signed ‘I was so worried about you’ to him. Worick hated to admit that he couldn’t be suspicious of you, Nicolas turned into a pool of putty at the sight of you. At that moment both Worick and Alex knew you were here to stay. Adding another member to the handyman crew.

It was so wrong to watch, it was an invasion of privacy to even listen in the lewd moments of your moans bouncing off Nicolas walls. However, Worick just couldn’t pry his eye away. Moon shining in the gloomy night skies as night time settled in the city and Worick seem to be interrupting something between his closest friend and his girlfriend. It was as if his feet was glued to the ground as his watched as Nicolas hands grasped at your plump thighs. Fingernails digging into the flesh of your nails spreading you so delicately just so he can taste you some more. The pornographic wet sound of you soaking Nicolas face could cause any man to let out a weary sigh imagining that it was him. Worick’s footsteps creaked just at the peak of your orgasm. Mentally cursing as he stumbled forward embarrassingly pretending that he accidentally walked in. Despite being a curious cat and listening in on the intimate moment.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know—” His back instantly turning around, cheeks stained a crimson color as he could hear the couple behind him shuffling around.

“Nic knew you were there.” You would huff as you were tugging on Nicolas’s shirt. You would walk by Worick, “Think he gets even more turned on when you watch. Have you two done this before?” You asked as your eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

“Maybe.” Worick responded giving you a charming grin before he’s winking at you.