sorrowsofsilence sideblog

Folio: Wakey wakey Izzy! Party friday night! It'll be low key just a couple of friends please come pretty please

Ismine: Why are you awake? 🤔

Folio: Because I miss you 😘 and you never come hang out. you'd rather hang out with your book boyfriends than your actual friend

Ismine: Hey! not true I was at the concert a few weeks ago remember?

Folio: How could I possibly forget Jolly hasn't stopped asking me questions about you

Ismine: About me? Why would he do that?

Folio: haha you're cute, you know that. Come to the party pleaseeeeee

Ismine: Fine, yeah I'll be there 💕

Folio: Fuck yes! I can't wait

After tugging on one of Folio's leather jackets from the back of the closet, I am immediately drenched in his scent. My mind flashes with images of last Halloween. Darius and his bloodstained shirt. Nick's amber eyes. Sharp knives and even sharper teeth. Blood. So much blood. And a night filled with many orgasms.

Suddenly, my thighs clench together in recollection; the initials carved there have long since healed. Not a single mar on my skin, no evidence of the night, only my memories. Between the band, and training Darius and other fledgling vampires, Nick and I decided to just stay friends. It was easier that way. Sighing, I shove down the memories, zip up the jacket, and head for the door.

"Izzy! You made it!" Nick exclaims, opening the door. Loud music filters outside. So much for a small party. Nick grabs the slow cooker from my hands and I follow him inside.

"This smells divine, Iz, you've outdone yourself!" Nick lifts the lid for a peek and whistles.

I can't help but grin. "Heard tonight's a Harvest supermoon so I added more herbs to the meat for protection and stability." My mother doesn't call me the kitchen witch for nothing.

Nick wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. "You're the best," he mutters.

"I know." I smile, squeezing him back.

"What smells amazing?" I peer up to find a stranger looking past Nick and I. His icy blue gaze scans the kitchen and then lands on me. "Did you make that?"

Nick steps out of our embrace. "Rick, this is my childhood friend Ismine. Ismine, this is my sire Richard, but everyone calls him Rick."

"Nice to meet you Rick!" I extend my hand to him and he wraps his slender tattooed fingers around it, giving my hand a firm shake. I notice he has a ring on his index finger similar to Nick's. The gemstone is as dark as the night sky and it . . . shimmers? I quickly pull my hand away, the heat of the ring still lingering on my skin.

Rick chuckles darkly. "I am part of the original one hundred. The blue sunstone represents our call to the night and allows us to survive in the sun." Rick glances down at his ring and then back up. His once-icy gaze crystallizes with scrutiny. "My ring senses your aura, but you don't smell like us and your heart-"

Suddenly, the door swings open. "What the fuck is that smell? I am fucking starving!" Jolly announces, nearly bumping into Rick. "Ismine! How've you been?" Jolly pulls me into a bear bug. His body heat and earthy cologne invade my senses, instantly calming me.

I sense the vampire tense. Despite being friends for way longer than I've been alive, the vamps still get a little jumpy when werewolves are around. It's an innate response practically stitched into their DNA.

"I'm doing good. Folio dragged me away from my book boyfriends."

"Boyfriends! As in plural. Damn, girl, you're gonna have to tell me about them." Jolly flashes a wolfish grin, exposing his canines.

Rick rolls his eyes, annoyed, and shoves passed Jolly.

"I'll tell you all about them while we eat." I playfully punch his arm and I'm met with firm muscle. Damn, bet he could carry me around like a rag doll. Chill, Iz. I mentally shake myself, shoving away the explicit images in my mind before grabbing a slice of pizza.

As the night rolls on, the music gets louder and the drinks flow faster with Nick and Jolly both making sure my drink is never empty. Rick, ever the gentleman, has been steadfast in reminding me to also drink water. The table erupts into agreeable grunts and drunk cheers when Nick suggests playing poker. On instinct, my fingers twitch for my bag and the safety of the book in my purse. I glance around my chair for my bag when I remember Nick put it in the hallway closet. Fuck!

"Wanna dance?" A soft low voice shatters my spiraling thoughts. I glance up from my phone, about to open my Kindle app, when my eyes meet an icy steel gaze.

"Wait, what?" I blurt out automatically, my mind still reeling.

"Want to dance with me? Downstairs where the music isn't so loud." The raucous sound continues around us as Nick and Jolly set up the poker table.

"Yeah, sure," I say, rising to my feet. I look down at my phone, briefly wishing I could get lost in the electronic pages, but against my better judgment, I lock my screen and pocket my phone. I follow the ancient and devastatingly handsome vampire downstairs.

Lofi jazz flows gently through speakers, wrapping the large room in a warm ambiance akin to a modern speakeasy. The lights are low, illuminating the built-in bar at the far end of the room. Across from the bar are two dark brown leather sofas, one where a couple is already kissing tenderly.

"Want a drink?" Ricky asks from behind the bar, grabbing two martini glasses.

His low voice pulls my gaze from the entwined pair. After plopping down in on the wooden bar stool, I say (maybe a little too excitedly), "Yeah, whatever you're having."

Ricky's eyebrows raise. "Hmm . . ." He considers, glancing between me and the glassware. A tattooed finger circles the edge of the glass. He flicks his gaze up to meet mine. "I'm going to make you a tonic . . ." He adds another finger but slows his pace. His eyes lower to the glass and then back up to me. The gesture looks awfully suggestive. The next words he speaks come out in a low rumble. "Your thoughts are loud, darling. I bet Jolly can smell you all the way down here."

I can feel my cheeks heat and my stomach somersaults at his admission.

"I-" I start, but my throat is suddenly dry. Mind racing, I try to muster up a denial, to play it off as friendly joke, literally anything to distract and redirect. Because . . . why would any of them want to be with me?

"Ah-ah, don't go there," Ricky tsks, and then his lips curve into a small smile. "If you knew what Jolly thought about you, I'd need to . . ." He stops himself from finishing, looking down at the glasses.

"Ok." My voice comes out small and a little shaky, so I clear my throat and start again. "Make me the tonic, please." I flash him a smile I hope he believes.

"Yes ma'am." He smiles back and then pulls out two shot glasses from the cabinet. As I watch him pour from a slew of different bottles, nerves and arousal churn in my gut. I take a deep breath to settle the internal battle with my heart and my brain.

No longer a wallflower, I decide to bloom.

He sets the bottle down and flashes a wink. My heart flip-flops in my chest. Ricky slides the glass in my direction and then raises his.

"Cheers."

After the glasses clink against each other, I knock back my drink. My senses are instantly enveloped in a rich, smokey essence as bittersweet dances on the back of my tongue. It's an unexpected surprise that has me craving something . . . something I can't quite name. Ricky walks around the bar and leads me to the sofa. As I'm about to settle down beside him, his slender fingers find purchase at my waist, guiding me onto his lap.

"Better." He smiles, flashing the tips of his fangs. My heartbeat skyrockets, pounding obnoxiously in my ears. Without a doubt, he can hear it too. "Your body has been flooded with an elixir that will relax you." He presses a kiss to my neck and I shiver. "If at any point you want anything to stop, just say so. I can feel skin starting to warm and . . ." With a finger to my chin, our eyes meet. "Your pupils are dilated."

He smirks as his fingertips graze my throat, down through the valley between my breasts to their destination between my legs. My core heats at his touch, no longer proper and polite.

He pushes the hair away from my shoulder and leans in. His breath is hot against my ear. "I bet it's warm and wet there too." He presses the heel of his palm firmly against my pelvic bone. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Ricky nips at my earlobe and then presses a firm kiss to the side of my neck. I suck in a gasp as his fangs graze against the delicate skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, his hands grip my waist, holding me steady; there's a pinch of pain and then its gone quickly replaced by a warmth that heats just under the skin, rushing from my neck to my toes.

My head feels a little floaty and my vision blurs for only a second. Gripping Ricky's shirt for support, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. The music has slowed its tempo; the couple on the sofa must have moved on because there's only distant chatter from across the room. I breathe in Ricky's scent which calms me, his presence strong and comforting. No pressure or influence—just him.

When I finally open my eyes, his gaze is accessing, brows furrowed slightly and wrinkling the otherwise smooth skin.

"I-" he starts, but my hands have a mind of their own. Before I can stop myself, I tug on his shirt, pulling him into me, our lips crashing together. I need more. As we kiss, my hands snake under his shirt. His body tenses at my unexpected touch. Finding the small of his back, I pull him against me. I want this.

Tilting my head slightly, I lick into his mouth and his lips part easily. My tongue grazes the tips of his fangs. Ricky shudders yet musters enough self control to retract his fangs completely. "Please," I can't help but whine, eager for more. Ricky pulls away slightly, eyes steely with lust and determination.

"Not here, love." He kisses my retort away, and suddenly I'm lost in his touch and his lips.

"God, you two reek!" Jolly jokes, plopping down on the couch with us. I yelp, pulling away, eyes blazing at the intrusion.

"What the hell Jol-" Jolly presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"Don't stop because I'm here, please keep going." Jolly smirks, eyes roaming over me. My cheeks flush crimson under his lustful gaze. Slender fingers pull me back to Rick, who quickly devours my lips with his. I melt into his touch, moaning into his mouth and hands fisting the edge of his shirt. Suddenly Rick shifts, forcing me to straddle him, and the outer edge of my thigh brushes against Jolly's.

"The old man you're sitting on set up a ward so no one else is coming down here, or anywhere we go."

Gasping for breath, I pull away, remembering that Rick doesn't need as much oxygen as I do. Panting, I try to collect my thoughts when thick fingers grip my chin. Forest green and brown eyes fill my vision. My eyes track the quick peek of Jolly's tongue between his lips when he licks them. Images of his beard rubbing against my thigh as his tongue laps at my pussy flashes through my mind. Rick tenses beneath me, yet his dick twitches, pressing against my center. I need them both. Right now. My hands snake under their shirts to rest on each of their hips, skin-to-skin. One nearly fever hot and the other soothingly cool.

Jolly raises a questioning brow that asks, 'My turn?' I answer by tilting my head slightly, parting my lips and leaning in. For a breath, time stills around us. Rick slides a hand under my top to rest at the middle of my back. Not urgent— just present. I can feel his eyes glancing between us in eagerness. Finally, Jolly's plump lips are on mine, his tongue searching. He tastes like freshly fallen rain. Jolly growls low in the back of his throat, and it has my pussy throbbing. My hips have a mind of their own when they start grinding on Ricky's lap. Rick's hand slides back to my hips, halting the ministrations. He brushes the hair from my shoulder, exposing my throat. The soft press of his lips on my neck has me mewling. When Jolly and I finally part, we are both breathless, cheeks flush and eyes full of desire.

"Hold on tight, spider monkey." Ricky guides my hands to wrap around his neck. I can't help the giggle that escapes as he stands and I wrap my legs around his waist. I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. I've heard stories of vampiric speed but never witnessed it. Cool air rushes around us as Ricky carries me. I barely register we are moving until there's a distant snarl that echoes behind us. As quickly as it starts, it stops, and I find myself tumbling onto a large plush bed. My eyes adjust to low lamplight that's accompanied by the full moon. It's almost midnight.

The closing door jolts my gaze from the window. A shirtless Rick steps out of the shadows. Beside him, Jolly begins unbuttoning his flannel. Their gazes never leave mine, both sets of eyes alight—one golden amber and the other ice blue. Heat flashes through me, and I'm desperate to get out of my clothes. I tug at my shirt and warm hands envelope mine, helping me undress.

Jolly guides me onto the bed where Ricky already sits.

"Come here, darling," Rick beckons, and I obey, crawling onto his lap. Heat blooms in my core despite the chill of his skin against mine. I can feel Jolly's eyes roaming over my nakedness. Rick's eyes lock on the small butterfly tattoo on my shoulder. Time seems to slow around us as he reaches out and caresses the old ink with his thumb. I've had the tattoo since I was fourteen, gotten as an act of teenage rebellion. Yet no one paid it much attention—dismissed and discarded.

For the first time in my life, he sees me.

They both do.

My breath catches in my throat when Ricky leans in, lips hovering, breath hot against my shoulder. He presses the gentlest kiss to the butterfly.

"She was a curious girl . . ." he whispers, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. His fingertips graze up my sides, sending a shiver down my spine. His words and teasing touch ignite my arousal. ". . . who loved the smell of old books." A chaste kiss to the base of my throat, hands resting on the curve of my hips. "Chasing butterflies and . . ." His lips trail higher, to my jaw and the corner of my lips. He rocks me forward slightly, and I can feel his cock twitch beneath me, my slickness coating his length. ". . . touching herself under the covers."

All at once, heat spreads through my body and desperation takes over. My hips rock back and forth, grinding against his cock, just enough pressure against my aching clit. I can't help the moan that slips through my lips as he takes charge, pressing me firmly onto him. His kiss is hungry and rushed. I need more. I close the distance between our bodies by wrapping my arms around his neck. His cool skin hardens my nipples instantly. He digs his fingernails into the soft skin of my hips; it will surely bruise tomorrow. My thighs tense as the coil of pleasure tightens in my core. Lost in the heat of the moment, my tongue nicks his fangs. The unexpected pain shoves me over the edge, and then I'm wailing into Ricky's mouth; eyes shut tight, my orgasm crashes through me. Ricky holds me tighter, grinding me faster through the aftershock. I collapse against him, chest heaving as my brain tries to process everything.

But someone won't let me. In a flash, I'm rolled onto my back against Ricky's chest. Jolly spreads my legs wide and settles down between them. His large hands grip each thigh. Ricky holds my middle, his other hand rolling my nipple with his fingers. Jolly nudges my slick folds with his nose and inhales.

"This is so fucked up," he chuckles. "But you smell divine, even mixed in with Ricky's wretched scent."

I open my mouth to retort but a deep moan takes its place when Jolly licks through my folds.

"Let's hear it darling, how wrecked you are for both of us," Ricky coos. His glacier eyes rake over my body until they lock onto Jolly's challenging gaze. Jolly presses down harder on my thighs and grunts out.

"We'll get you moaning our names soon enough," Jolly mumbles against my clit, the vibrations sending a shock up my spine. At the mercy of my own desperation, my back arches and Ricky tightens his grip around me. "You're not going anywhere princess, right?"

"Please," I whine. "I'll be good. Please fuck me!" The last words spill out, shifting into a high-pitched shriek when Jolly slaps my thigh. My legs tense at the pain that spreads warmly through my thigh. But when he applies more pressure to my clit, I melt instantly, the pain numbing to pleasure.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck," I sigh deeply, relaxing into Ricky's chest. He presses soft kisses to my hair while a hand rests gentle yet strong on my hip. Somehow, despite the overwhelming sensations, I find comfort. I suck in a breath the moment Jolly's tongue flicks over my clit as Ricky does the same to my pert nipple. Jolly huffs a satisfied laugh between my folds as I realize how turned on I've become. Sandwiched between a vampire and werewolf. Both forces of the supernatural, gently taking me apart, piece by piece.

My eyes flutter close as heat blooms in my chest, the rhythmic sensation making me drowsy. When Jolly eases two fingers in, my pussy welcomes him. The pads of Ricky's index fingers tease my nipple while Jolly's fingers caress the sweet spot within. Out of nowhere, pressure builds in my core and I suck in a deep breath. My eyes jolt wide. My cheeks heat when I notice the wetness under my butt. I open my mouth to apologize, but my brain can't process words. Jolly shift himself up onto his knees and pops the digits into his mouth. His chin glistens. Ricky tenses beneath me.

Without warning, Jolly leans forward, closing the distance between him and Ricky. Beside me, Jolly spears Ricky's lips open with his tongue. Ricky moans loudly. Jolly is the first one to pull away. His amber eyes glow feral with desire, and he flashes his canines. My heart skips a beat.

"Oh shit!" The words barely leave my lips when, at lightning speed, Ricky shoves Jolly off the bed. In another fluid motion, he settles back into the pillows and hoists me backwards onto his face. His hands grip my hips with a bruising force, keeping me still as his tongue fucks into my still-dripping cunt. I'm spread open to a very hungry werewolf that hasn't had his fill. Jolly snarls and crawls onto the bed, careful not to touch the vampire's legs. His head dips between my folds and he sucks my clit between his lips, chin bumping Ricky's.

I cry out, my hands finding purchase in Jolly's hair and nails digging in as I drench Ricky beneath me. I go limp and Jolly pulls away just in time to hook his arms under mine.

"Easy," he says softly.

Ricky returns to sitting up against the headboard while Jolly helps me sit in the middle. His touch is gentle when he wipes a tear away. I sniffle.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" His hand rests against my cheek and I lean into his touch.

"Mhmm . . . good," is all my brain can muster.

Jolly leans in, pressing a kiss to my tear stained cheek. "Are you ready for my knot?"

"Yes, please!" My voice comes out breathy and desperate, but I don't care. Whatever was in the tonic still has my body vibrating for more.

"Ok," Jolly says, his eyes flicking up just beyond my shoulder. A knowing grin curves his lips. "I think Ricky is ready for you too."

"W-what?" Curiosity urges me to look back. "Oh." My cheeks flame red at the sight of Ricky lazily stroking his cock.

"Come here, darling." Ricky pats his awaiting lap. I bite at my lip nervously, eyeing him. "We'll take it slow." As I crawl over to Ricky, the mattress shifts as Jolly gets up. "Don't worry about him. Focus on me."

I settle on Ricky's lap, hyper aware of his hard cock pressing against me. His cock twitches and I shiver. He hooks a finger under my chin and pulls me in. Our lips are so close I feel his breath and his cool scent like winter fills my lungs. His eyes flick down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. In the space between us, time slows but my body screams for more. I lean in, pressing my lips onto his. I expect urgent lips to kiss me back, but he takes his time. Being immortal, I guess you have all the time in the world.

"More," I whimper. His lips curve into a smile when he kisses me again. His hands come to my hips, anchoring me to him. I nip at his bottom lip and he purrs. Purrs!

Momentarily derailed by thoughts of purring vampires, I still. Ricky chuckles (probably from reading my thoughts) and yanks my hips forward and then back. He crashes his lips into mine and my thoughts vanish, only to be replaced by desperation as he rocks me faster over his cock.

"You're so wet," Ricky moans.

Pressure builds with every swipe of his cock over my clit. I tilt my hips for more friction, wrapping my arms around his neck as I press myself closer. My pussy flutters as I ache for more.

With a grunt, Ricky lifts me at vampiric speeds and then slams me onto his cock. I cry out, whimpering against his lips. I expect pain from the sudden invasion but a soothing warmth spreads to my belly. I let my body take over, bouncing up and down on his cock and chasing my building orgasm.

"That's it, use me," Ricky whispers. His hands grip firmly at my hips as he shifts slightly, taking control. I gasp at the new angle—his cock pounding into the sweet spot within. On the edge of bliss, I'm barely aware of the shift in the mattress and the subtle scent of earth and musk.

"Oh fuck!" Something cold and wet teases the other hole and I tense, halting my climax. Ricky stills beneath me. His hands relax on my hips, one coming to cup my cheek.

"It's ok, just Jolly," Ricky says softly.

"Sorry," Jolly says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I didn't want to interrupt, but I guess my timing was off too."

I let out a deep breath. "Oh ok."

"Kiss me," Ricky purrs.

I obey, melting into him and losing myself in the taste of him. Of their own volition, my hips grind back and forth, yet Ricky's hands keep the pace slow.

"Good girl," he coos. He presses a kiss to my pulse point and at the same time Jolly's thumb presses in.

"Relax Iz, we have you," Jolly soothes. "Our curious girl."

I let out a deep breath, relaxing into their touch. I press my hands against Ricky's chest as Jolly rests his other hand on my thigh. Together, their touch, kisses, and praise brings me back to the edge. Ricky thrusts deep when Jolly's thumb slides the rest of the way in. I feel so full I can't possibly take anymore.

Without warning, my mind blanks and I clench around them both, crying out as another orgasm crashes over me. Ricky fucks me through the aftershock as Jolly pulls his thumb out. Ricky keeps his grip on my hips. Suddenly, a warm hand pushes me forward until I'm chest to chest with Ricky. I'm so warm and blissed out that I melt easily.

"Breathe in," Ricky instructs, and I follow. "Breathe out." On the exhale, my body loosens even more. I nuzzle into Ricky's neck. "That's it."

When Jolly's cock notches at my back entrance, I sigh deeply. Pleasure surges through me as my walls adjust. Inch by inch, he spreads me open. My lower belly feels heavy and warm at the weight of both of them. Ricky's cock pulses and I let out a delirious giggle.

"Shit!" Jolly curses. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop it."

"She's so blissed out," Ricky muses. "Ismine."

My eyes flutter open. "Hi," I say sleepily.

Ricky chuckles. "I must have given you too much tonic."

I stifle a yawn. "I'm awake, feels so good."

 "Wakey, wakey," Jolly laughs, smacking my ass. I yelp, jolting upright. I try to turn to throw death daggers at Jolly, but Ricky grips my chin and pulls me into a kiss. His lips are urgent and his tongue dominates my mouth. Jolly thrusts into my ass and I dig my nails into Ricky's chest. He gasps, parting first from our kiss. His lips find my pulse point and my pussy flutters. Jolly growls as his cock thickens. His hands clamp down on my thighs. At the mercy of a werewolf and vampire, my body finally gives in. My moans get louder with each thrust, each cock alternating—never leaving me empty.

I suck in a gasp when I feel Ricky's fangs lengthen, grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Yes!" I mewl. "Please do it."

"Say it," Ricky whispers.

Jolly curses, hips faltering.

"Bite me."

All at once, Ricky's fangs pierce my neck. Jolly grunts, his mouth latching onto the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

I cry out, screwing my eyes shut tight as pain spreads through my neck and shoulder, yet the coil in my core snaps with each pulse of their cocks. My body spasms as white bursts in flashes behind my eyes. I collapse against Ricky yet they continue to fuck me. Jolly's knot blooms, releasing his seed, which causes Ricky to climax. Mindlessly, I clench around them, milking every last drop. As we all still, Jolly and Ricky both retract their mouths and press soothing kisses to each bite mark. Their hands caress my body lovingly. Despite the pain and the eventual bruises, I sigh deeply into their embrace.

"Thank you," I whisper into Ricky's neck. "Thank you for seeing me."

"Thank you for trusting us."

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jolly adds.

We part, and Jolly hoists me into his arms. Before we even make it into the bathroom, Ricky has gone ahead of us, making the shower the perfect temperature. My feet barely touch the ground before Ricky is hauling me into the shower at lightning speed. Jolly scowls.

Ricky kisses me under the water before washing me gently. Abruptly, Jolly yanks at my wrist, pulling me into him. With ease, he lifts me up, shoving my back into the tile.

"Mine," he growls.

On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and he thrusts into me hard. My hands find purchase around his neck as I cling to him. Suddenly, we are spun around and I crash into Ricky's chest.

"Ours," he purrs, his ready cock teasing my ass. His cock isn't as thick as Jolly's, so he slides easily into my back entrance.

"Oh fuck!" I curse as I clench around them. My climax surges with their releases. As the water cools around us, the vampire and werewolf spill their seed.

The dusty hues of morning twilight fill the room when we all finally crawl into bed. I nuzzle into Ricky's bare chest, his cool smooth skin grounding. Jolly snuggles up behind me, his arm thrown over my hip. Comforted by my vampire and werewolf, my hot and cold, ice and earth— I fall asleep easily.

Your boyfriend, Nick, has been away with his band on a festival run for the past two months.

You missed him like hell, but the daily video calls made up for it—no matter what time of day or night they were.

One evening, you're unloading the dishwasher, music blasting, when the door opens. You turn your music off before looking up to see Nick, coming through the door as he holds his luggage. He closes it behind him, before turning around to see you standing in the kitchen, almost bursting at the seams with excitement. 

You rush over to him and jump up, his hands gripping your ass to hold you. Hands on either side of his face, you kiss him until neither of you can breathe. You eventually pull back to take a breath, giving Nick the chance to finally speak.

"Hey, bug." he chuckles. "You miss me?"

"Yes, so much." you reply, voice slightly muffled against his neck as you hug him tightly.

He gives a small kiss to your cheek. "I missed you too."

"Wait, sorry I just realised." you pull back from the hug, looking him in the eye. "You just came home, you must be so tired. Do you want me to get down?"

He doesn't respond, however—his eyes go dark as he bits his lip.

"Baby?" you tilt your head. "You good?"

Again, he says nothing. His eyes flicker from your eyes down to your chest, then back up to your eyes.

"Nick?"

"Just realising how much I missed you." he finally answers, his voice much lower than before.

"Oh?" you raise a brow at his admission.

He leans in for a kiss, this time more passionate as his fingers grip your ass tighter. "Can I take you upstairs? Show you how much I missed you?"

"Please." you nod, voice high and a little breathless.

He makes his way toward the stairs. As he carries you up you feel soft, wet kisses against your neck, too pleasurable to hold back the sounds you so desperately tried not to make.

He kicks your shared bedroom door open with ease, before walking over to the bed in the middle of the room. He leans down, pressing you into the matress with his full weight.

With the feeling of his waist pressed against yours, your head leans back as your mouth opens wide with a loud gasp. He takes the opportunity to attack your neck with quick kisses, nibbling your skin between each one.

Nick stands up, ordering you to strip your clothes off as he does the same. The both of you are so desperate that your clothes come off within seconds. He leans back down, his hardened cock presses against your entrance, the only barrier between you being the lace fabric of your underwear.

"So pretty, hm?" he whispers into your ear, his finger slipping under the lace. "Did you wear that just for me? Knowing that I'd be home today?"

"I wore it every day you were gone, Nick." you breathe out, fingers tracing patters on his back as you try to distract yourself from touching him.

"And you didn't send me a single picture?" he bites the skin just below your ear, causing you to squirm. "Tut tut, my love."

"I'm sorry, Nick." 

"You will be."

He leans up and moves your panties aside, his knuckle grazing your already swollen clit. He positions his cock at your entrance, pushing just the tip inside. He holds himself there for a moment, smiling to himself as your hands scramble to push him in further.

"Uh uh, sweetheart." he tuts once more, smacking your hands hard enough to sting. "Hands behind your back."

"But-"

"I didn't give you an option." his voice was blunt. "Do it."

Reluctantly, you shift your weight as you slide your hands under your back, pinning them down. He pushes his cock in a little more, drawing a sound from you that he missed hearing.

Unable to wait any longer, he slams the full length of his cock in, hissing as your walls flutter around him. You moan, letting out a 'fuck' as your arms wriggle beneath you.

He pulls his cock back out, before snapping his hips forward once more. He fails to hold himself back as his thrusts become quicker and more desperate, chasing the high that he hadn't felt in so long. Soon after, you both reach your climax, but he doesn't stop.

Your moans become louder as the overstimulation takes over, no longer conscious of how you loud you screamed his name.

"That's it, sweetheart." he groans into your ear. "Let the neighbours know I'm home."

He thrusts quicker and quicker, each orgasm coming quicker than the last.

"Fuck." he lets out a soft grunt into your ear. "You're so fucking drunk on my cock. You're perfect."

"I've missed you so much." you whimper, your eyes screwing shut as a tear runs down your cheek. "Please don't stop."

"I'm not stopping until I pump your pussy with so much cum, you're overflowing." he growls. "I need to make up for what you missed."

You moan his name loudly in response. "Fuck, Nick."

"Good girl." his hands cradle your face, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "You're taking me so well.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." he moves his kisses along your jaw. "After all, you only had videos of me on stage to get off to. I know you've been watching them."

"Fuck you, Nick."

"You are." he chuckles into your ear. "I bet this is better than your fingers, or that toy you left on top of the drawer."

You turn your head, looking at the drawer he was talking about, but see no toy.

"Look at me." he harshly grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "I didn't say you could look away."

He fucks you further until you can no longer speak, his own words also starting to falter. 

With a last few sloppy thrusts, he makes sure you reach your last orgasm of the night, before slowly pulling his cock out with a slight pop. Not wanting you to waste a drop, he pushes his cum back inside of your pussy with his fingers, until satisfied that you've had enough.

He crawls up the bed and cradles you for a moment, calming your bodies down before disappearing into the bathroom. He comes back out with a warm towel, wiping you gently as your body twitches at his touch. He cleans himself too, before discarding the towel in a nearby basket.

He climbs under the covers, joining you as you had already done so. You both lay on your side, tiredly staring each other in the eye as your bodies slip comfortably into each other.

"I missed you so much." he holds your face, leaving the most gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

"Oh, really?" you quip. "Wouldn't have guessed."

The two of you try to hold a conversation about the shows, but it doesn't last long—your words slow down as your eyes blink rapidly, falling into a deep sleep. Nick leaves a kiss on your forehead, before wishing you goodnight.

a/n; what being down bad for nick folio the week before your period does to a girl… oh the horrors…

and of course, i had to share said horrors with you! i hope you enjoyed my first smut in what feels like a million years. going into writing this, i wasnt sure how comfortable i would be but then i very quickly got carried away (as you can tell)

also, as a consequence of being down bad for nick folio, i am also down bad for craig reynolds… i dont know if i will ever write him into a smut, but dont be surprised if i do. its because of his damn podcast

anyways, i love you all so much. thank you for reading <3

The first time you’d seen him was the day after a full moon. You’d been nursing your morning coffee when he had stumbled out of one of your blackberry bushes looking all sorts of messed up. For a moment, you thought that you had imagined it. Surely there hadn’t been a man sleeping in your bush.

A month later, you had seen him again. Except this time he hadn’t stumbled out of your bushes. No — instead you had found him leaning against the wall of your garden shed, bleeding heavily from his forehead.

You had learned that his name is Nick. Initially, he had told you that he’d simply gotten into a fight. You’d accepted the lie, not feeling like it was your place to question what this stranger told you. You had patched him up and made him a sandwich, insisting that he needed to eat something. That day, Nick had slipped out of your kitchen while you’d been out of the room for just a few minutes.

He’d returned almost exactly a month later.

Funnily enough, he’d been almost in the same shape too.

Once again, you had patched him up. Cleaning up his wounds while he told you about the scrap he got into this time. This time, he didn’t sneak out behind your back. Instead, he stayed for a little while, reluctantly eating the breakfast you presented him with. Watching him trying to keep his restraint up had been impossibly entertaining.

After that day, he had come around more frequently instead of just once every month. No matter how well you get to know him, you still don’t feel closer to figuring out why he keeps showing up all beaten up once a month. You’re sure that the injuries he shows up with keep getting worse. The fights he gets into seem to be getting worse, and you don’t know how this will end.

You have your suspicions of course. You’re not dumb. Him showing up like this after a full moon feels like a very obvious hint at his nature. Unless there’s secret fight club that only meets once a full moon, you’re inclined to believe that he’s one of them. You’ve heard the rumours about the lycanthropes that supposedly roam the forests around your town. You've always put them of as nothing more than rumours and folktales, but now that you're actually faced it, you’re forced to come to the realisation that perhaps it’s all true after all.

After almost a year you have the moon cycle marked in your calendar. And when the full moon rolls around you’re prepared to tend to his wounds. By now, Nick is a lot more relaxed. He’ll have his breakfast with you and on some days he’ll even have a nap in front of your fireplace.

To his disappointment the fireplace will be cold when he shows up this time. It’s the middle of July and summer has truly hit now. You’ll make sure that he has a comfortable spot to nap in nevertheless. The of the full moon always feels like it draws out for longer than normally. You can’t help but worry about Nick. Your mind keeps wandering, trying to imagine what kind of injuries he’ll show up with this time. Regardless of how bad it gets, you just can’t bring yourself to tell him not to come anymore. You’d rather have him come to you than deal with the aftermath on your own. At least that way, his wounds will be tended to properly.

Your sleep is restless that night.

You never sleep well during the full moon, but it feels so much worse tonight. You toss and turn all night, never quite finding satisfying rest. And when you wake in the morning, it feels as if you’ve barely slept at all.

As a first order of business, you drag yourself into the kitchen to get the coffee pot started. God knows you’ll need a lot of that today. So far, there’s no sight of Nick. Usually, he’ll already be seated on the porch, waiting for you to join him with a cup of coffee. You hope that he’s just late and that it’s nothing worse.

Once your coffee is ready, you pour yourself a cup and step out onto the porch.

It takes you a moment to spot the mass of black fur that is curled up on the outdoor sofa. What’s even more surprising, is that you seem to instinctively know that you’re looking at Nick. You don’t know why you’re so sure that it’s him — something about the figure just feels so very familiar. He doesn’t seem to notice your arrival. And even when you take a seat in the armchair next to him, his form remains entirely unmoved.

You’re sure that it’s been almost thirty minutes of you silently nursing your coffee before the wolf like creature finally begins to shift. As it begins to stretch and shift, you come to realise that he looks more like an oversized wolf dog than an actual wolf. The wolf lets out a hearty yawn, before it plops over onto its side. It’s face twists in a curious kind of surprise — as much as its possibly for a wolf to look surprised at least. You’re caught in this stalemate for a long moment, with neither of you sure of how to proceed with this. After a few seconds, you decide to reach out your hand for him. You move slowly, as if your approaching a dog you haven’t properly met yet, giving him room to retreat if necessary. But he doesn’t — and so you carefully let your fingers drift across the soft fur on the wolfs head. He leans into your touch, pressing his head against your palm.

“Nick?” you ask cautiously.

The wolfs head cocks to the side in response, indicating recognition.

“I’ll be honest this is a bit of a surprise.” You continue, “Probably should have known after you took a shower here and did that little shake dogs do when they’re wet.”

He lets out a little huff of protest and you can't help but laugh a little.

“Looks like this is really comfy for you, hm?”

Nick makes an affirmative noise.

“I planned breakfast for a guy not — a pup.” you say then, giving the fur on the top of his head a little ruffle, “I don’t know how this all works.”

You’re pretty sure that he frowns at you.

He lets out a little rumbling huff, before he leaps off the sofa. Nick trots off around the corner and out of your view. There’s an awful stretching sound from his direction. It almost sounds like something tearing and ripping. It only lasts for a few seconds, before you hear a deep sigh that sounds unmistakably like Nick.

“Could you hand me that blanket you have on that arm chair?” He calls from around the corner, “I’m a little — indecent at the moment.”

Your cheeks heat at his words. Your relationship has slowly moved into something beyond friendship but this is a leap forward you did not anticipate.

“Also I think your neighbour is looking at me.” He adds after a few seconds.

You shake yourself into action, before you can linger on the thought of him bare naked in your garden for too long. A moment later, Nick emerges from the little corner with the blanket wrapped around his waist. You’ve seen glimpses of the massive tattoo on his chest before. But this is the first time you can see it in all of its glory. The image of the eagle carrying what looks to be a trout covers almost his entire chest.

It’s gorgeous.

“I think I still have some stuff my brother left here. Should sort of fit you.” You say then, hoping that it’ll make your mind stop wandering.

“One of those weird ass raccoons dragged my stuff away while I was — usually they stay away from it but this one was looking for trouble.” He explains.

“Is that why you showed up like that?”

He nods, “Thought that would be less of a shock than naked guy on your porch without a warning.”

You have to give him that.

“I’ll explain everything. Trust me I didn’t want to jump this on you like that either.” He continues, “I was going to tell you eventually, but as you can imagine this isn’t something a lot of people take kindly to.”

Nick follows you into the kitchen, taking his now usual seat at your kitchen table.

“I had my suspicions to be honest.”

“What? Are you saying that a guy showing up all beat up after every full moon is suspicious?” He says with that little grin of his.

You feel the sudden urge to smack his shoulder.

“I never knew how to explain why I kept showing up like that. But you’ve always been so kind to me without any kind of judgement. Doesn’t happen very often.”

The idea that someone has met him with anything less than unconditional kindness makes your chest ache for him. Nick has been nothing but sweet and kind to you, and you can’t imagine treating him any differently.

“I couldn't imagine not helping someone in need like that. You were wounded, and it only made sense to help you.”

“And I’ll never forget that. You probably saved my life that day.” He says then, sounding somewhat solemn.

He lets out a sigh that says that he doesn’t want to go too much deeper into the topic. If it truly was as bad as he’d insinuated, you understand that he maybe doesn’t want to dwell on the memory.

Instead of digging deeper you make your way into your bedroom to dig out the clothes your brother had left behind during his last visit. You don’t know when he’ll make his way back here, so you’re not too concerned about it. As always, Nick asks you so sweetly if you’d mind it if he were to take a quick shower. And as ways, you tell him that he can take all the time he needs.

It’s a well practiced play by now.

Sometimes you wish that you could just break out of the lines you’ve rehearsed so diligently. But this feels safe — comfortable. You don’t know what you’d do if Nick would stop showing up one day, just because things had changed between you.

While Nick takes his shower, you start to work on the breakfast you’ll share. With how warm it’s been lately, you decide that it’d be nice to have breakfast out on the porch. Nick joins you just as you carry the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon outside. He doesn’t ask what needs to be done, instead he just picks up a couple of things and carries them outside alongside you.

Once you’ve set everything out, and you’ve poured both of you fresh cups of coffee you sit down next to Nick on the little outdoor sofa.

“I imagine you probably have a few questions?” He asks as you begin to dig in, “I don’t know how much I can actually answer but I’ll try.”

The list of questions in your head has grown spectacularly long within the last hour. Deciding where to start feels almost a little impossible.

“Just so we're both on the same side you’re a —”

“Werewolf.” He says with his mouth still full, “Lycanthrope. Whatever you wanna call it.”

The confirmation feels less daunting than you had imagined. Maybe you’ve always known somehow.

You nod, “Have you always been a — werewolf?”

Nick gives an affirmative hum.

“It’s a family thing. Big and complicated too. I don’t know which ancestor got himself into his pickle or how they managed it. All I know is that it's been in the family for a few generations. Back to my great grandfather for sure.” He explains.

“Are you close with your family?”

“Not really. I — haven’t seen them in a long time. I’m not too upset about it though. They left me behind because I didn’t grow fast enough for their liking. I was lucky enough to be found by a different pack before winter. They took me in and raised me. Wouldn’t want to imagine what things would be like if I had stayed with my family.”

“And the pack that raised you?” you ask.

“Greatest people I know. They went out of their way to take me in. They didn’t need to take care of me the way they did.” he continues to explain, “I’m glad that they were the ones who ended up raising me.”

“I think you turned out great.”

Nick gives you the brightest smile in response, “I think so too. I think I’d like you to meet them at some point — if that’s something you want.”

You feel caught for a moment, unsure where that particular step will lead you. Despite the insecurity that bubbles up in your chest you return his smile.

You’ve always felt safe around Nick. And even now that you know about his true nature you don’t feel scared or worried.

He puts down his cup of coffee, “Doesn’t have to happen soon and of course if you don’t want it that’s okay too.”

“I’d love to.” You finally reply, “Feels awfully like meeting the parents of your —”

His cheeks flush so brightly, “It does, doesn’t it?”

You sit in silence for a moment, the unspoken words simmering between you. The silence grows almost unbearably thick. Nick’s restless shifting is what finally gives you the push you needed to break it. It doesn’t take an expert in bodylanguage to know that there’s something he wants to say. One of you will have to take the plunge and it looks like it’ll have to be you.

“Would you want that?” you ask cautiously, ever worried that it’s all something you’ve imagined.

His eyes remain fixed on the edge of the table, forehead twisted into a frown you haven’t seen from him before.

“I don’t want to pull you into my mess. I’m already putting you into danger by spending so much time here.” he says quietly.

You feel a cold shiver running down your back, “What do you mean?”

“There are other things in these woods. Not nice things. Things that don’t like me and my kind and our pack. They’ve been trying to push us out and me being here has put a target on your back. I’m worried that they’ll try to do something to you to provoke me.”

"Do you really think that’s going to change something?”

He finally looks at you then, but his expression is still so very hard to read.

“That’s not going to stop me from helping you and it won’t change how I feel.” you say softly, “I’ve come to care a great deal for you and some woodland critter is not going to change that.”

He lets out a chortling laugh, “Don’t let the pixies hear that. They don’t love being grouped in with those things.”

You place your hand on top of his and Nick quickly laces your fingers together.

“You’ll have to explain all of this to me at some point.” you say, fixing him with a serious look.

Nick gives a quick nod.

“I will. In time. I’ll try my best to explain everything.” he gives your hand a gentle squeeze before he speaks again, “But now I would like to enjoy this morning with you.”

You can’t say no to him when he looks at you with those warm and kind eyes.

The morning continues to meander along without any disturbances. Things with Nick have always felt easy, but now that you’ve crossed this hurdle you feel so much more uninhibited. You’d agreed to take it slow, but it’s so terribly hard to keep your hands off him. You’ll respect his wish to wait of course, but in the meantime Nick seems to be more than happy with how affectionate you are with him.

You spent a good chunk of the day lazing around in the sun, simply enjoying each other company and this new found connection you have.

After lunch, Nick finally lets him drive you back to his place. So far, he’s always insisted on walking the distance, always finding some kind of reason why you shouldn’t drive him.

His little cabin sits at what you learn is the edge of a larger plot of land that you assume is own by his pack. It’s a comfy little place, the perfect kind of rustic.

You don’t stay for long, sensing that he needs to have a little time for himself and probably a good nights sleep.

“I’ll come around tomorrow, okay?” he says as you walk back to your car, “I’ll try to have some better answers for you by then too.”

“Don’t rush it. Maybe instead of devulging folkore secrets we could go to the diner and get something to eat?”

Nicks face softens at your words before he breaks into that pretty smile of his, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“And what if I am?”

“If you are, I’m gonna say yes.”

“Good.” You reply with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nick captures your hand before you can step away from him.

“I’m glad we figured this out.” He says with a low voice, “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

You press a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’m glad that you stumbled into my garden.”

"99..100.." Nick exclaims from the floor. He's shirtless and drenched in sweat, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as he holds a plank.

"Oh sorry!" you suddenly become shy. You try to scramble through the door, but Nicholas blocks you. You narrow your eyes at him, irritated he won't let you leave. You'll find a way to push his buttons later.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Wanna spot me?" When you turn back you find Nick now standing, wiping his face off with a towel. His chest tattoo glistens and your gaze tracks a droplet of sweat gliding down his sternum to his belly button. Your eyes widen at the gem nestled prettily there. Upon further inspection you realize the gemstone is your birth month.

"Just for you," he smirks teasing his nipples with his fingertips where the metal piercings shimmer. He sucks in a breath yet his eyes remain fixed on you. A silent challenge. And then he breaks into his usual boyish grin and pats the black cushion on the workout bench. As he lays down your feet carry you to him.

"I've never had someone so pretty spot me before." He throws you a wink before grabbing the bar.

You smile and you feel your cheeks heat by his compliment. "Thanks," you giggle. Mesmerized you watch his muscles flex with every repetition of each controlled movement. As his breathing deepens heat shoots straight to your core. On instinct, you clench your thighs together as you struggle to hold your composure.

"Pick a number, sweetheart," Nick says a little breathlessly.

"Um…" you trail off lost in the thought of Nick pinning you down with his strong arms. You bite down on your lip.

"Please." His breathy near whimper drags your attention back to present.

"25," you blurt out, blinking rapidly to refocus on him.

"Easy," he grins back to you.

"25," he presses upward lifting the weighted bar with each count. "24…23…22.."

"Show me what you've got Nick, this is easy." You bat your lashes at him.

Nick scoffs, still counting down. "Well, I've been…19… here for an hour…18…. waiting." Nick lets out a grunt still pumping his arms. "I heard you…10… in the kitchen… 9…. with Jolly and Nick…8… heard you screaming… 7… was doing … 6 … sit ups… made a mess… 5 … " Nick blows out a heavy breath, muscles visibly straining. "Nicky's gonna … 3 … kill me … 2 …" Nick stops and drops the bar onto the rack overhead. You hold your breath in a state of curiosity. In one swift motion, he sits up and then slides off the bench. With feral determination he stalks over to you crowding into your space until his body is pressed against yours.

"One."

Heat emanates from his body enveloping you in his signature scent of cologne and sweat. His cock tents his thin athletic shorts making its presence known. Nick nuzzles in the crook of your neck, his strong arms wrapping you into an tight embrace.

"Can I be your first?" Nick's voice turns soft nearly pleading. You smile hugging him back.

"Of course, honey." You step out of the embrace and Nick is quick to shove down his shorts and boxers. He toes off his sneakers (keeping his socks on) and settles back down on the bench.

Nick smacks his thigh inviting you to him. You practically skip over to him trying not to get lost in the sight of his naked and toned body. Without hesitation you shed your joggers and settle on top of Nick.

"Oh shit.. wait! You're pierced?!"

Nick huffs a laugh, "It was a discount to get them all in one go actually."

"You little shit!" You tweak his nipple. Nick sucks a shaky breath. "You're insane!"

"You drive me insane, baby," Nick smirks planting his hands firmly on your hips. He slides you over his thick cock, your slick cunt making it smooth and his piercing rubs right at your clit. His cock twitches and your pussy aches to be filled.

"Please baby," Nick gasps. "I want to put a baby in you." Heat blooms in your core and your pussy clenches around nothing.

You lean down, resting your hands on his tattooed chest and kiss him deeply. "Put a baby in me, Nick."

Nick growls and then together scoops you up to sit upright. He plants his feet firmly on the floor before guiding you onto him. Slowly and carefully you take him inch by inch, his piercing rubbing along your inner walls. The added friction tightens the coil in your core. When you finally meet pelvis to pelvis you let out a deep sigh. You feel so full and his hands firm on your hips guide you forward. Your hips have a mind of their own grinding back and forth chasing friction your clit aches for.

"Slow down baby, or I'll blow my load," Nick bites out.

"I need you," you whine, fingernails digging into his chest.

"Fuck!" Nick curses, shifting his hips to thrust into your warm cunt. His piercing hits in all the right places and with his swift thrusts your clenching around him.

"Come with me Nick. Fill me."

His grip turns bruising as he slams into you.

"Shit! I'm com-" You silence him with a scorching kiss. Wrapping your arms around him you hug him close as his hips falter. Abruptly, you bite down on his lip when stars burst behind your eyelids. Your body trembles as your orgasm crashes into you.

After a few more thrusts, Nick empties into you. Wrapped in each other's embrace you two remain until your hearts steady.

"I'm not done with you yet," Nick promises. He gently lowers you onto your back while still entwined. After he slips out his now softening cock, two thick fingers take its place. "Not at drop," he smirks curving his fingers into the sweet spot inside you.

"Nick!" your voice comes out raspy. But then when his fingers gently caress and tap the spongy spot, your lashes flutter and back arches off the bench. You expected his possessiveness, his roughness which you crave, but the tender coaxing of another orgasm washes over you like a calming breeze. Warmth spreads through your body from your belly to your chest. Your legs feel like jelly and your mind feels all floaty.

"That's it mama," Nick says softly pressing feather light kisses to your lips.

"I feel like jelly," you giggle as your arms fall to your sides.

"Here, let me help you." Your eyes jolt open to find Nicholas standing nearby, his hand outstretched. A coy smile plays on his lips. His hair is still in the messy bun from earlier that morning, but the only difference now is the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

"What…wait..how?" your brain sputters, mouth opening and closing.

"He was a good boy," Nick grins at Nicholas. "He was here the whole time, but I didn't wanna miss my chance. Isn't that right Nicky boy." Nick smacks Nicholas on the shoulder. Nick gets up from the workout bench and grabs a towel from the rack and scrubs his face.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Nicholas says again and this time you take his hand. He gently guides you to sitting upright and that's when you notice Nick is gone.

"Come on, he's getting the shower ready for us." Nicholas leads you to the en suite bathroom.

"Us? I don't think…" You trail off as you step over the threshold.

"Just helping you get cleaned up." Nicholas smiles closing the bathroom door behind you. Nick is already in the huge walk in shower. You step in quietly taking in the way his body glistens in the water. At some point, Nicholas comes in behind you but you pay no mind to him as your feral brain wants to snack on Nick's bicep.

"Like what you see," Nick grins. After rinsing off the shampoo he finally opens his eyes.

You're staring and you open your mouth to answer but Nicholas, presses his body against your back pushing you forward into Nick's chest.

"I know he does," Nick winks. Nicholas' erect cock nestles between your ass cheeks.

"Oh."

"Don't worry about me doll," Nicholas says between kisses on your shoulder. "I'm just here to help and watch."

With that, Nicholas starts washing your back. His hand lingers lower to your ass cheeks and Nick's nostrils flare. In one swift motion. Nick grips your hips and hoists you up against the tile wall. You back slams against the wall and on instinct you wrap your legs around him. Nick doesn't give you a second to catch your breath before thrusting his cock hard and deep into you.

"I've.. missed this.. possessive.. side of you. Jealous?"

"Not jealous," Nick grunts. "Just crazy about you. Oh fuck… you feel so good."

Your eyes lock on Nicholas whose stroking his cock. Your clit throbs and pussy clenches around Nick's cock.

"He's stroking his cock isn't he?" Nick huffs, slamming harder into you. Your fingernails find purchase on Nick's back as you cling to as he fucks you rough.

"Yes!" you whimper both answering Nick and wailing in near ecstasy. Nicholas' hand clenches at his side and you spot a bead of precum on the tip. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you come to the edge of bliss, but you steel your resolve to command Nicholas, "Don't come."

Nicholas curses and his hand stills breathing heavy. His eyes flash a storm of frustration. The unfamiliar power you now hold throws you over the edge and you come all over Nick's thick cock.

"Fuuuck," Nick curses, hips faltering as he releases into you. After a few thrusts he withdraws and sets you on the floor. "God that was hot!"

Nick's lips crash onto yours, hungry and sloppy. You tilt your head slightly giving him more access and he slips his tongue between your lips. The water turns cold when you two finally part breathing heavy. Nicholas has long since left and a part of you misses his presence. You wonder if your demand scared him off.

"I didn't know you could do that," Nick admonishes as he steps out of the shower. He hands you a towel. "That you could order him around."

You huff a surprised laugh. "I didn't know either, but with Mr. Karlsson's no rules vacation and Nicholas being so eager to watch.. it kinda just came out. I didn't know how he'd respond."

"I guess you'll find out, but after all that sex I'm starving!"

_____

The marg you’re sipping on is tasting less like tequila and more like bad decisions. Horny decisions. Which is probably the alcohol if you’re being honest. It’s not like it’s helping your situation. You and Nick both know you can’t keep your hands to yourself after you’ve had a few. 

You’re blaming it on your boyfriend though, and maybe the fact your body has finally gotten its shit together since you’ve started birth control. The last few weeks have been utter hell. You’d been blessed with waves of nausea, an influx of whacked-out hormones, and a once-healthy libido that has crashed and burned like a plane shot out of the sky. The idea of being touched made you want to crawl out of your skin and bite his head off most days. 

You have to give Nick credit though. He’s a gem despite it all, patient and understanding even with his chaotic tour schedule and traveling. He’s taken your rejections on the chin without complaint, but you can tell it’s starting to get to him. 

He’s been on edge more than you’ve ever seen—the type of restlessness even weed can’t fix. It’s why you impulsively agreed to go to this pool party his friends threw together tonight for his birthday. The break from life stress and the change of scenery sounded like a good idea, plus he deserved catching up with friends he hadn’t seen in a while. 

Watching him hang out with old buddies is rewarding, but the wholesomeness ends there. You’ve stopped paying attention to the other women chatting around you long enough for the ice in your drink to melt. Your eyes are fixed on your boyfriend across the backyard, catching his flashy-ass watch and that diamond-studded earring. You almost hate how well his Italian ass pulls it off. His forearm flexes, showing off muscles under his summer tan, and with that week-old stubble he’d chosen not to shave, you’re absolutely feral. 

Sure, you can beg him to leave right now, but you still have a forty-five minute drive back, and that just won’t do. Your bathing suit is stimulating all the right spots just enough to make you aware, and the growing ache between your bare thighs is at a point that’s impossible to ignore. You’re not sure if it’s the risk of getting caught or the consuming need to have him, but you have to do something as soon as possible. 

As if Nick can sense your gawking, he looks away from his friend and meets your gaze across the backyard. A smirk pulls the corner of his mouth. You think about that mouth. Those pouty lips. His tongue on your… 

Fuck, your pussy is practically throbbing and he’s none the wiser. 

You stand up from the deck chair and slip away from the conversation, knowing they’ll barely notice your absence. It’s not like you’ve had much input in the past ten minutes anyway. Drink in hand, you meander over to your boyfriend while attempting to look cool and casual.  

But it’s less like a nonchalant stroll and more like the trajectory of a heat-seeking missile locked on target. You’re lucky everyone’s too drunk and distracted to pay attention. 

“Yeah, man,” Nick says after taking a sip from his Coors, “I can take a look at it for you if you want, but I’m kind of shit at driving manuals.”

The guy he’s talking to laughs, and Nick joins in. He introduced you earlier in the night but you’re not confident if it’s Brad or Chad, so you nod as your boyfriend welcomes you with his free arm. You believe it’s absent-minded, but he wraps it around your back like normal, pulling you in close like a claim. 

It has you melting against his frame, nuzzling in close. He smells like chlorine and the collar of his shirt is damp from his hair, but his body’s warm, still holding in the sun’s heat from earlier in the evening. 

It takes everything to give him the usual, respectful kiss on the cheek, but instead of resting your head on his shoulder afterwards, you bring your mouth to his ear and whisper, “I need you.”

A puff of air leaves his lips, and you consider nipping his earlobe for good measure. When he sees the wanton look in your eye, his own blow wide with shock. He scoffs as his brows jump, but he keeps his voice low and hushed, “Right now? Here?…Seriously?”

You’ve talked about being more spontaneous in your relationship, but it’s obvious you took him by surprise. It makes you doubt yourself. This isn’t something you normally do. Maybe this is a bad idea, you think. But the feeling doesn’t last because once you study that borderline-naive, deer-in-the-headlights look as his grip on you tightens, the last thing you want to do is back out now. 

You tip your chin, bringing yourself closer, and mumble against his lips, ”Upstairs bathroom. Ten minutes.”

Before he can respond, you pull away and turn back to the house without another word. 

Since everyone’s outside hanging around the pool, it’s easy to walk through the house to the upstairs hallway bathroom. And you’re in luck. It’s empty. But this is when you get that nervous, fluttery feeling in your chest. It’s one thing to tease each other with a fantasy, but actually going through with it is another. 

You should’ve told him five minutes. Ten is going to feel like an eternity. 

Instead of letting yourself overthink, you decide to freshen up at the vanity, which forces you to look at your reflection. You’ve spent the afternoon in the sun and it shows. Your hair’s a frizzy mess and your makeup is pretty much gone from water and sweat, revealing the slight sunburn on your cheeks and nose. You pull at your bikini and see the tan line already developing. 

Without makeup or a hairbrush, you resort to fingercombing through your hair and readjust your tits in your bathing suit. It’s not like you need to do much anyway. Nick’s seen you plenty of times barefaced wearing nothing but one of his Harley-Davidson shirts.

Then there’s a gentle rap of knuckles on the door. It startles you, but then you hear a muffled voice. 

“It’s me.”

You crack the door to find your boyfriend standing out in the hallway. Without a word, you grab his arm to yank him inside, attacking him with a hungry kiss, which pushes him back against the door, closing it. He struggles to keep up and laughs against your moving lips, but you’re impatient. You lick into his mouth for the first time in weeks, tasting him. Feeling him. He might be holding your waist, but he doesn’t fight your needy hands when you reach between his legs. 

“Goddamn, what’s gotten into you?” he jokes, breaking the kiss. 

“What? I can’t give you a birthday gift?” You giggle, dragging your mouth along his jaw as you feel the outline of him through his swim trunks. “You’re already hard.”

“Birthday, huh?” He starts to laugh again, but his breath catches in his throat when you squeeze him. You don’t give him the chance to regroup his thoughts either, and slip your hand inside his trunks and wrap your fingers around his length, making him groan. 

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs with a horny kick of his hips. 

You’ve missed this so much. The warmth of his hard cock in your hand. How responsive he is to you. The sweet, shy sounds he makes. As much as you want to keep touching him like this, he’s big, stretching out the material, which makes it impossible to fully stroke him.

Knowing you’re running out of time and that there’s a zero chance he’ll turn down a blowjob, you lower to your knees and thank the plush bathmat there to cushion them. He’s quiet as you tug his shorts and wiggle them down his hips until his cock springs free. You’ve almost forgotten what it looks like it’s been so long. You watch it twitch from his heartbeat before trailing wet kisses from his navel until your lips reach the base. Like many times in the past, he runs his fingers through your hair, but with the alcohol in his system, he’s rougher than usual, making you hiss. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, immediately softening his grip. 

“S’okay,” you say, looking up, apologizing in your own way for the last few weeks. His eyes meet yours, looking glassy and lust-blown. You bite your lip and give him a deliberately slow stroke. 

His lids flutter, but his focus stays locked on you and he teases, “Couldn’t wait to play with my cock, huh?”

It’s so hot when he talks dirty. You mouth up and down his shaft, making sure to use your tongue with every kiss. He’s doing a good job keeping his composure because he’s throbbing in your hand, and you consider praising him for it. “Wanted to make sure I got to before you had too much to drink tonight.”

He scoffs, “You’re never gonna let me live that one down, are you?”

“Never,” you tease, emphasizing it with a torturous swirl of your tongue around his cockhead.

“It was one tim—Ah! Fuck!” he gasps when you flick across that perfect spot under the tip. His fist locks in your hair and a groan rasps inside his throat. “This is fuckin’ crazy.”

You smile around him before pulling off, “You wanna back out?”

“Fuck no.”

You suck him back into your mouth, and it doesn’t take long to become reacquainted with every detail and vein. He’ll probably be happy with whatever you do, but you remember what he likes the most. 

“If you keep doing that, I'm not gonna want you to stop,” he warns. 

It’s so tempting to keep going. He always makes the prettiest sounds. Letting him finish in your mouth wouldn’t be a bad present, but you have other plans for him.

So does he, it seems. Nick barely lets you stand before kissing you, and walks you back to the vanity. After lifting you onto the counter, he drops to the floor obediently, hooks your bathing suit out of the way, and dives face first between your thighs. It’s what you’ve been imagining all night. Hot, wet and sticky. His perfect mouth on your cunt, pretty lips sealed around your swollen clit, eager tongue lapping through your folds. 

He’ll keep at it until your legs are shaking uncontrollably around his head, but you don’t want to risk missing out on what you really want. You weave your fingers through his thick, damp hair and pull at the roots, begging, “Fuck me now, Nick.”

The plea makes him stop—not that you’re worrying about that. But he pauses for a few seconds to catch his breath and the air clings to your tacky skin. He wipes his mouth on the inside of your thigh before standing on his feet. As he closes in between your open legs, you pull him into a kiss, and taste yourself on his wet, swollen lips. 

It might’ve been a few weeks since you’ve had sex, but he moves your body with practiced ease, like you haven’t skipped a day. The firm grip on your ass gives him the leverage to drag you closer to the edge of the vanity. It’s not the best position. You’re uncomfortable with the counter digging into your asscheeks, but you forget the pain the second his cock nudges against your pussy. 

You clutch onto him, gripping the fun-faded t-shirt, and wrap your legs around his waist. He rocks his hips forward slightly, nestling himself at your entrance, and you feel the sting of him already stretching you. Just when you think he’s about to push inside, he curses under his breath.

“What’s wrong?”

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t have a condom.”

You snort. Not that it’s something out of the ordinary for him to say. This is the point when he would start reaching for one. “Your dedication is sweet, babe, but I’m on the pill now, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckles, and the tension releases from his shoulders until the realization sets in. No condom. The implication is heavy. New. “You sure?”

He’s right there, suede-soft and rock hard pulsing against your clit. Even if he hasn’t told you directly, you know his answer before you ask the question, “Are you?”

Nick nods with a hum and readjusts, coating himself in your wetness. He’s thick, so the first few thrusts are always the most intense. You do your best to relax as he works himself inside inch by inch. The first one nearly takes your breath away. It’s shallow, but when he rocks back for a second, he slides in a little deeper.  

You cry into his shoulder and dig your nails into his back as cants his hips for the third and he buries himself to the hilt. A low groan escapes him, “Fuck, you feel so good.” 

You kiss along his neck and whimper in agreement. Instead of the rubbery latex barrier, you feel only him. Warm. Silky. Real. The hard ridge of his cock hitting every perfect spot. Sex was amazing before, but this is addicting and you don’t know how you’re ever going back. 

He’s slow with his thrusts even though this is supposed to be a quickie, not that you’re complaining. “Holy shit,” he grunts, breathing heavily. “I feel like I’m gonna bust already.”

You search for his mouth, nose bumping along his stubbly cheek, giggling, “Such a way with words.”

He smiles, and you don’t have to see it to know how charming that crooked grin is. “Sorry...can’t help it.”

“Nick,” you breathe, coaxing him with a soft kiss on the lips, “I want you to cum in me this time.”

”W-what?”

You slide your hand up from his back and card your fingers through his hair, which gets his attention. Looking into his big, brown eyes, you tell him, ”Don’t you fucking dare pull out.”

Other than a moan, there’s no warning before his mouth crashes into yours, hot and unforgiving, giving you mostly tongue and teeth. Love drunk and sloppy. You squeal against his frantic lips, but it doesn’t stop the sharp snap of his hips or the way his fingers squeeze your ass. His pace changes suddenly, and his thrusts become deliberate. 

It’s intense. The stretch of his cock filling you up. The way he slams against your cervix. A part of you wishes he bent you over the sink so you could see his face in the mirror while he fucks you raw. What a sight that would be. You imagine it instead, remembering how he scrunches his nose and clenches his jaw. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he pants. 

It makes you feel alive. Desired. 

You try to muffle your sounds, but if anyone stood outside the bathroom door, there’s no doubt they could hear what’s happening. Did you even lock the bathroom door?

You drag your nails across the back of his head, scratching through the soft, buzzed hair, and whisper in his ear, “Keep talking.”

He slows and pauses, like he’s thinking, and huffs a nervous laugh. “What do you want me to say?”

His moments of shyness have always been endearing, but you need more. “Ask me whose pussy is this.”

You hear him swallow, and then he mutters, quiet and unsure. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Louder, baby,” you encourage with a kiss on the corner of his mouth.  

Something clicks as if you flipped the magic switch. The surge of confidence could be the alcohol, but he locks in, snapping his hips as he did before. When he says it again, there’s conviction in his voice, ”Whose pussy is this?”

”Yours,” you respond, digging your nails into the meat of his bicep. ”Make it yours.”

“Yeah?” He breathes, heavy and ragged, and presses his nose to yours. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”

You nod emphatically, but can’t hold back your whimper, which makes him smile. A cocky little grin. Grabbing your waist, he tilts your hips, and your thoughts suddenly flatline. Any fear of being caught vanishes, and he overrides your senses completely. His breathy groans in your ear, the musky scent of his skin, his puffy lips moving against yours, the slick glide of his cock moving inside you.  

“You feel so good,” you moan into his mouth. 

”C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he urges between grunts, “come for me.”

You’re not sure if it's the desperation in his voice or the way he’s fucking you, but within seconds, you’re there. Each thrust throws you closer to the edge. You’re not sure who comes first, but you squeeze around him like a vice grip as each wave of your climax rolls through you. 

“Oh, shit,” he huffs, shuddering. “Fuck, I, I’m—“

He cuts himself off with a sound you’ve never heard before, and instead of pulling out and filling a condom, he stays tucked deep inside you, keeping his promise. You feel his cock pulse, hard and heavy, and for the first time, he floods your pussy the way you wanted. He always cums so much. It’s already leaking out and he hasn’t moved.

As you come back down to earth, you caress his back and kiss him while he catches his breath. When he finally gets his bearings and withdraws from you, he makes sure to look down at the mess between your thighs. Normally you’d be too shy, but you spread them open wider, giving him a better view. 

“Wow.” he breathes.

”Happy Birthday,” you giggle, watching the awestruck look on his face. 

He laughs—that goofy one that you love so much. “Happy Birthday to me.”

His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and the intensity of the moment evolves into something deeper. You don’t need reassurance, but you ask anyway, “Do you like it?”