#nick folio reader insert

“I just..I don’t know. I used to smoke a lot in my teen years, and then maybe I overdid it? All I know is that I had one panic attack while high and now even the thought brings me anxiety,” I said as I sat across from Folio on the patio outside my hotel room. 

We’ve just been shooting the shit, talking and joking about whatever since everyone else went to sleep not too long ago. Sleep didn’t come easy to me, so I was used to being the last one awake, and tonight, Folio seemed to just not be bothered to even try to sleep. I didn't know if he had started to suspect that I stayed up late and wanted to keep me company, or if he just didn’t want the night to end yet. All I know if I was thankful to not be sitting outside alone for the umpteenth time this tour. 

After a bit of talking, he brought up smoking weed, and why I seemed to always stray from the topic or ignore the invites from the guys when they wanted to go out for a late night sesh. 

“That’s a shame. I do hear that happening a lot, so I get it, but you know you can still hang out with us when we're smoking. No one’s gonna force you to hit anything if you don’t want to.”

“No, I get that. And I do appreciate the invites. It’s just.. the second hand smoke mixed with the loud environment can start overstimulating me.” He nods, an understanding look on his face mixed with eyes that I can see are deep in thought. 

“Are you just completely cut off from it now? Like the thought of ever trying again out the window?” I thought about it for a moment before answering.

”I wouldn’t say that. I do miss it. Especially how well it’d help me sleep. I just don’t know when I’m willing to give it a chance again. I’ll definitely need to be in a calming environment and not be pushed. But I also don’t want to be alone in case I do have a panic attack because it’ll just make it worse.” 

“I mean, we’re in what I’d consider a calming environment now,” he says, holding his arm out to the night sky above us, “And, not to pressure you into saying ‘yes’, but I do have a few pre-rolls in my bag for nights like this.” 

I could feel my heart starting to race slightly. I wish that one bad panic attack didn’t make the thought of trying so terrifying. I knew I could tell him ‘no’. Or ‘maybe another night’. But something about the consideration in his eyes, and how he was probably the only one who I’d trust to be in such a vulnerable position with, made me want to give it a try. 

“I could…be down…with trying. I just can’t promise that it’s a definitive ‘yes’. But if you want to smoke, I think I could handle being around it, especially because it’s quiet, we’re outside, and it’s just us.” He gave me what I could tell was his way of suppressing that cheesy grin he always has. 

He got up and opened the doors to the tiny patio, badly hiding his excitement, and I watched through the glass as he practically sprinted towards and out of the hotel door. He left it open a crack so he could get back in, and I just waited. After about five minutes, he came back, sauntering into the hotel room while trying his best to suppress a giggle. 

“I fucking tripped and knocked over so much shit trying to leave. I don’t know how I didn’t wake Jolly up,” he said once he closed the patio door behind him, his shoulders shaking with a scrunched face smile as he tried not to laugh too loud.

I covered my mouth trying to do the same, the image playing in my head of that scene. He sat back down in his chair and pulled out three joints and a lighter from his pocket, setting them on the tiny table in front of us. He was still laughing as I was trying to calm my breathing, pushing the thought of seeing him take a tumble in a dark quiet room. But just imagining the look he probably gave sleeping Jolly, making sure he didn’t wake him, had me bursting out laughing, causing him to turn to me and playfully shove my shoulder, shushing me while still laughing. 

After a few minutes, we finally managed to calm ourselves, the laughter subsiding to small giggles as he grabbed a joint and lit it. Thankfully, the boost in my mood from the laughter helped me regulate myself as he did so. It wasn’t like I was terrified to be around people smoking, or weed itself, it was just that it usually brought up the memories of being unable to sober myself up and panicking. It’d send me back into that mindset than I had no way of getting myself out of, or was willing to deal with on my own, so I just refused to allow myself to even heal from it. 

I watched as he took a hit from the joint and held it in the hand opposite from me as he blew the smoke in that direction, too. He got himself comfortable in the metal patio chair, letting the feeling of imminent comfort take over, and I tried doing the same. Seeing him take the simplest actions to not overwhelm me allowed me to work on relaxing next to him, pushing the thoughts of panic out of my mind and just enjoy the peace between us. 

As he smoked the joint, us continuing our endless rambling about anything and everything, I could slowly notice it taking effect. The already giggling boy getting even more giggly, laughing at the simplest things I said, making me laugh in return. As each moment passed, his energy rubbed off on me more and more, and I didn’t feel a moment of anxiety or panic, just amusement and peace. I was finally able to smell the absent scent of weed and not immediately get sent into my thoughts. It was refreshing to say the least. 

He finished the first joint pretty quickly, the wind around us causing the cherry to burn fast, so he put out the butt and turned to me to continue our chat like nothing happened. And besides his glazed, ochre eyes and extra goofiness, nothing really changed. 

After going on and on about the most random topics ranging from childhood stories or the best lunchmeat, a bit of time passed and he lit up the second joint. I could see that he made a tiny bit of a show doing it, kind of telling me that this was a good chance to join him if I wanted to, and for once, the small push didn’t fill me with dread. 

I watched as he took a small hit off of it; as the cherry glowed in the dark night, and the scent of the smoke blowing in my direction gave me a bit of nostalgia for the first time in a while. As he blew out the smoke and turned back to me, I looked at him for a moment before holding my hand out, signalling I wanted to take a hit. A glimmer of shock crossed his face, not one that showed he was shocked I’d give in, but almost like he didn’t expect to be the one to actually get me to try again. 

He crossed his arm over towards me, holding out the joint, and I took it between my index and thumb. I watched as the intense smelling smoke rose from the ash, knowing it was now or never or else I’d waste it. Bringing it up to my lips, I took the tiniest toke before handing it back. He watched me with a giddy look on his face as I inhaled and exhaled the smallest puff of smoke.

”Please don’t watch me, I might freak out.” I said with a small laugh. 

He quickly looked away from me and chuckled, taking another hit. I could see he was glancing at me from the side, making me giggle. 

“I just meant ‘don’t stare at me’, you freak,” I giggled out, making him turn back to me, chuckling. 

The conversation went a little slower as we waited for that tiny puff to hit, him being amazing with keeping my mind distracted but not jumping between different topics like we were before. Just smooth chatting as we both stared out into the dark sky and let the effects take over. After about two minutes, I finally felt it start to hit, and my first instinct was to take deep breaths.

Suddenly, I felt a hand gently grasp mine, causing me to glance over to see Folio looking at me with a lazed, calming smile. He gently brushed his thumb over my palm as he continued to talk, making me realize I had accidently started blocking out his words when trying to calm myself. I simply stared at him, focusing on his words leaving his lips and letting that take over the thoughts in my head. 

I took in the feeling of the soft grazing against my hand, the sight of his lips moving, and the way his soothing voice filled my ears. Before I knew it, I was taking another hit of the joint. It wasn’t until I handed it back, coughing, that we both realized what I did, causing him to bust out laughing, me following suit. 

With not smoking in so long, I was definitely as lightweight as I’ve ever been, so time began to both speed and slow at the same time. The second joint was long gone and we were just giggling and sharing random things on our phones. It started as me wanting to show him the social media of a band I randomly remembered and desperately wanted him to check out, and eventually led to both of us sharing memes back and forth. We sat there for way too long just giggling at our phones and each other, and soon I noticed a lot of time had passed. It was almost 3 in the morning and neither of us seemed to want the night to end yet. 

I glanced over to the lone joint left on the table. Taking a moment to gauge how stoned I was, I eventually turned to him and nudged his arm. He glanced at me with a waiting smile, expecting me to show him another shit post on Instagram, but I beckoned my head towards the table, him having to follow my eyes to see what I was talking about. 

“You want to smoke the last one?” He asked, sounding slightly shocked.

”Fuck it, why not?” He just shook his head with a laugh and picked it up. 

He went to put it between his lips to light it, but paused and turned to me. 

“Here, you light it. Let’s see if you remember how,” he teased as he handed the joint to me. I rolled my eyes and took it from him. 

“It’s only been a few years. Of course I remember how,” I said, grabbing the lighter from his hand and placing the joint between my lips. 

I cupped a hand around the end of it before holding the flame to it, inhaling slightly to make sure the tip was evenly lit. Once I saw it turn red, I pulled the lighter and my hand away and took a quick puff, making sure it wouldn’t canoe, then taking a bigger hit and passing it back to him. Once I turned back to face him, he was staring at me with a dazed look, making me laugh. 

“What’s that look for?” I ask, bringing him back to earth and getting him to take the joint from my hand. 

“I just…That was really hot,” He answered, making me laugh more. 

“What? Knowing how to light a jay?”

”I guess so. I don’t know. I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to do that so well and so…hot.” I playfully smacked his arm and he lightly chuckled to himself as he took a hit. 

“I can’t tell if you're insulting or complimenting me, so thank you and fuck you.”

Now that I was really smoking, it was fully hitting. And thankfully with Folio’s presence, there wasn’t a single moment of anxiety. We continued passing it back and forth and I just relaxed in the chair and let it take full effect. My body had that sweet buzz going through it and my thoughts were finally at a slow pace for once. After a few minutes, I turned to look at him after handing it back to him. 

He was staring out at the sky and the traffic passing by a few hundred feet from the hotel, his eyes shining in the moonlight and smoke drifting from his lips. And I just stared. Stared at the silhouette of him the stars created from behind. The way his arm flexed ever so slightly as he brought the joint to his lips. The way his cheeks caved in as he inhaled, and how sharp his jawline looked from my direction. 

And then that familiar feeling came back. The one I hadn't felt in a while, since it’s been a good bit since I’ve been high. The tightness in my lower stomach mixed with the relaxed buzz flowing through my body. The heat in my cheeks as my hormones got flipped on like a switch caused by the effects of the drug. My body felt like hot jelly and my mind was humming as I stared at him. 

It took him a minute, but he eventually sensed my stare and finally glanced my way. He held out his hand, passing the joint back to me, assuming I was just waiting for it, until his eyes landed on mine. They were probably insanely bloodshot and glazed over, but his entire body momentarily paused as we made eye contact.

I watched as his stoned mind overworked, taking in the emotion behind my eyes. After probably too long, I finally blinked and broke eye contact, glancing down at the almost fully ashed joint in his hand. I take it, the graze of our fingers sending a tingle through my body, and bring it to my lips. When my eyes land back on his, I see that he’s staring at my mouth, watching me inhale. As I do, he speaks up. 

“You know what I haven’t done in forever?” He says, me answering with a ‘huh’ as I exhale. 

“Shotgun.” 

It takes my brain a second to process his answer, and once it does, I glance down at the last of the joint in my hand and back up at him. And it must’ve either been the clouded ease of my mind or the insane heat in my stomach, but without a second thought, I sat up straighter and brought the joint back to my lips. Taking a deep puff, holding the smoke in my mouth, I turned to him and gently reached out to hold his cheek before bringing him closer to me. 

When our parted lips touched, I slowly exhaled the smoke into his, feeling him draw it in. He holds it for a moment as I feel his hand slide to my side, before blowing it through his nose and pressing his lips into mine with more eagerness. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for him to tug me closer. 

I slip from my chair into his lap as he wraps both arms around my waist. I managed to set the burnt roach on the table as I moved before sliding my arms around his neck. The fuzziness in my head intensified as our lips moved with each other’s. The instant I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, a groan slipped from my lips, causing him to tug me closer, pulling my body flush to his. I could feel his growing bulge underneath me, my immediate reaction to start grinding against him. The whimper he let out into the kiss sent a fire through my body.

He slid his hands down to my hips, squeezing them tight and helping me rock them against his. We were panting against each other, small noises slipping from our lips as we seeked that desperate friction. I finally remembered where we were, and that if anyone else was outside, they could probably hear us, but as I went to pull away to tell him that we should probably move inside, he seemed to realize the same thing. 

Slipping a hand under my ass and another around my back, he held me as he stood up from the chair. I wrapped my legs around him so when he reached the patio door, he could use the hand across my back to slide it open and close it behind us once we entered. After walking us to the bed, he dropped me onto it before crawling over me, immediately reconnecting our lips. I missed this feeling so much. Nothing could compare to stoned sex, especially with someone like Folio. His toned body pressed against mine. His strong arms wrapped around me and the desperation he felt from being equally turned on. 

He moved his lips from mine to my neck, hungrily kissing and nipping at my skin as one of his hands slid down my body. He slipped it into my shorts with ease, a deep groan erupting from his lips as he felt how wet I was. He grazed his fingers through my folds, collecting my slick before focusing on my clit, rubbing mind numbing circles as he continued to attack the sensitive skin of my neck. 

He then pulled away, making me whine at the lack of friction and heat against my skin. He chuckled as he moved down my body, his hands slipping under my shirt and gently pulling it up to leave kisses against my stomach. Then, he glanced up at me as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, me meeting his eyes and giving a weak but desperate nod. He slid my shorts and panties down slowly, pressing soft kisses to my hips and thighs until they were completely off. He slowly moved his hands back up my thighs before parting them and staring at me hungrily. Suddenly, he dove in, licking a stripe through my folds, groaning against me, causing vibrations to feel like they shook through my body. 

He didn’t ease into it, immediately working the most sensitive parts of me. He started by licking and gently sucking on my clit, getting me closer to the edge faster than ever, but once he felt my muscles starting to tense, he’d stop, trailing his lips back to my thighs and hips, letting me calm before starting again. Between the weightless buzz of my body and the fire in my nerves, I couldn’t think. So when I felt his fingers graze against me before sliding into me, I couldn’t hold back a gasp. 

“Oh fuck,” I groan out as he starts moving them, causing him to give me a soft, drawn out ‘shhhh’. 

I lift my head up and glance down at him to see a soft smirk on his lips, his eyes glossy and full of pride for how he was making me feel. He picks up speed and I throw my head back again, having to cover my mouth with my hand to keep quiet, arching my back at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. My eyes squeeze shut as the knot in my stomach builds, but when I feel his lips connect with my bundle of nerves once more, I was instantly thrown over the edge. 

Biting my tongue, a deep moan rumbled in my chest and my hips lifted from the mattress as waves of euphoria took over my body. He continued pumping his fingers, helping me ride it out. As he slowed his movements, he gently pressed his lips against my hips before finally pulling out of me, then moving back up my body. Our lips reconnected once he reached me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close. Despite the pleasure I just felt, I was insatiable. I hook a leg around him, pressing my heel into him to bring his hips back to mine. The feeling of the bulged fabric of his shorts against my sensitive bare skin made me press into him more. The hunger in his kiss was unmatched, and I wanted nothing more than to give him the same pleasure he gave me.

I went to reach down between us and work on unbuttoning his shorts, but as my fingers made contact, he knocked my hand out of the way and started working on them himself, undoing his shorts with one hand as the other held him hovering over me. He let me help him slide them down as far as I could reach, him eagerly tossing them off before sitting back and doing the same with his shirt. Before I could even take in the sight in front of me, he was tugging my shirt over my head and staring down at me, taking me in. His hands trailed over my body before finally resting one on my hip and the other cupping one of my boobs.

“Fuck,” he starts, his eyes trailing over me, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Nick, please,” I whine, shifting my hips closer to his.

His eyes meet mine, a sinful yearning shining through them. Keeping our gazes locked, he reaches down and takes a hold of his cock, leaning his hips forward and gliding his tip through my slick folds before gently pressing into me. A gasp escapes me as I feel the stretch, followed by me letting out a shaky exhale when he finally bottoms out. 

Slowly, he starts moving his hips. I try to keep eye contact, but as he builds speed, the pleasure becomes too much. I have to close my eyes to prevent them from rolling back. My noises soon increase as his hunger and desperation take over.

He takes hold of my hips, lifting them and angling himself so he’d hit that extra sensitive spot inside me with each thrust. With how mind numbing his cock feels and my already slowed thoughts from the joint earlier, I had no control over my volume. I feel him slip an arm under my waist, keeping me angled perfectly for him as he leans forward and cups a hand over my mouth, softly shushing me.

“I know you feel good, baby, but these walls are so much thinner than you think,” he teases.

I try to look at him, my eyebrows furrowed in bliss, but as he stares down at me with those smug eyes and challenging smile all while fucking into me at the perfect pace, my eyes start rolling back and he has to clamp his hand over my mouth tighter to keep my sounds from amplifying. 

It doesn’t take long for that knot in my stomach to start again, getting tighter and tighter with each thrust. And I know he’s getting close too, letting out soft grunts and dropping his head to my shoulder as his thrusts start getting sloppier.

“Fuck. You’re squeezing me so tight. Come on, baby. Let me get another out of you,” he groans. 

Hearing his desperate, exasperated voice in my ear mixed with the feeling of his body against mine, I quickly came with a loud cry, my moan barely able to be muffled by his hand. As I came around him, my muscles tensing and squeezing him even more, he let out a strangled moan before sitting up.

Leaning back, he stared down at where our bodies connected as he panted and let out a few curses. Soon, he pulled out and began pumping himself, reaching his climax and spilling all over my stomach with his head thrown back and a deep groan rumbling his chest. 

We both stayed there for a minute, catching our breath and trying to get our heads working again. With my eyes still closed and my head against the pillow, I feel something slightly rough against my stomach, making me look down. He grabbed his shirt and started cleaning me the best he could, making me blush and chuckle softly. 

“You could’ve grabbed a towel,” I said, my voice a little raspy. 

“I could, but this was closer,” he replied before tossing the shirt on the ground and falling onto the bed next to me, “Plus, I have nothing against thinking of this every time I see that shirt.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, making him chuckle, too. Even though I know I should clean up better and put clothes back on, I was worn out. I shifted and grabbed the blanket, slipping it out from underneath us and pulling it over me, snuggling into the bed.

I feel him shift next to me and then an arm wrapping around my waist and tugging me closer. 

“Hope you get some good sleep tonight,” he says in a gentle voice before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. 

Y/N

I really hated Meg, Ally, and Maddy for dragging me to this club. Not actually. I came here on my own free will, it was just way too packed, it smelled like sweat and straight alcohol, and they’ve already left me to look for some “meat” as they like to call their boy toys of the night. Between the heat of the bodies gyrating through the dance floor and bar, and the lights that kept flashing into my eyes, I wanted to be anywhere else but here. 

I never had any luck when it came to picking up guys at bars and clubs, mainly because no one ever looked worth the time, and they were all sweaty and definitely on something by the time I built up the courage to even talk to one, but I still couldn’t turn down the invitations every single time. I just wanted to see my girls, even if it was only for the ride here and for about 20 minutes as we let the alcohol hit our system before they took off and left me wallflowering and people watching. I couldn’t be upset, though. It was my choice to stick to the sidelines as they lived their best life. They’ve asked me on multiple occasions if I wanted them to stay with me, but the club wasn’t the place for us to sit in the corner and gossip, it was for us to socialize and make bad decisions.

But there were no socializing or bad decisions for me. Never seemed to be. Until tonight. I was just leaning against the bar, watching the crowd with my drink in my hand, desperately wanting it to cool me and my nerves. I could see him off to the side of the dance floor and just watched him. The way he chatted with the guys around him and gave an award winning smile to the girls that wanted to pass by. A few seemed to stop and chat, but he seemed to send them on their way. He was probably just here to have a good time, so even if I had the nerves to make a move, his reactions to them were telling me not to. 

And then he glanced my way, catching my eye for a split second, a small smirk dancing on his lips once he realized our gaze locked, before turning back to his conversation with the guy taller than him with a large neck tattoo and the other with long hair and a baseball cap. The smirk sent mixed signals to my brain. Was it an invitation, or pure amusement at the fact that another girl was seemingly thirsting over him? I didn’t know, but I decided to choose the latter in that moment, not even wanting to imagine the embarrassment if I decided to put on my big girl pants and actually make a move. But that didn’t stop me from ogling from afar. 

He was extremely fit, toned to the point that I couldn’t even imagine what he did to stay in that shape. It wasn’t bulky muscle like he routinely worked out, but a physique of someone who seemed to constantly be moving their body. And his arms were probably the most toned I’ve seen. Defined muscle glistening under the lights. I couldn’t help but imagine what the rest of his body looked like. Or the possible stamina his regimen gave him. 

It wasn’t until he glanced in my direction again that I realized that I had just been staring at him, my mind filled with the most lewd thoughts of him and what his body could do. Thoughts of what we could do in a dark-lit corner of this club. What I’d do to him if he let me bring him home. Or if he’d bring me back to his. I didn’t know if it was the pure distracted lust in my eyes that he caught when he glanced over, or the sudden shock that came over after I realized I had been caught, but now he was holding my gaze, that smirk on his lips once again. 

And I was paralyzed. Staring at him from across the room, not knowing what to do. If I should even do anything. It was like he was testing me. Waiting to see if I’d make a move. But I had seen his reactions to the other girls. I didn’t want to be the next one pushed off. So after finally pulling my gaze from his, I turned around and pretended like nothing even happened. 

I order another drink, needing something more in my system as I’ve just been nursing my last for who knows how long. Once the bartender hands it to me, I lean on the bar and stare down at it as my mind races. It’s not like I’ve never seen a guy somewhere and eyed him up for a bit, just thinking of what could be, but the thoughts this man put into my mind were new. I almost had the nerve to go up and introduce myself, which I’ve never done. I never make the first move, but something about him almost made me want to face my fear of rejection and try. 

And now that I think more of what just went down, I realize that I may have seen it wrong. Who just holds eye contact like that, especially with a challenging look? Almost like he dared me to try something. Like he knew I was fighting against my pull towards him, and he almost wanted to taunt me for it. 

After draining my drink, I finally built up the courage to glance back over, but to my surprise, I see…my friends. Chatting with them. I watched as Ally laughed at something he said and before I knew it, my feet were dragging me over there. The first to notice me was Maddy, giving me a bright smile, a hint of shock in her eyes, seemingly from me actually stepping out of my safe spot away from the crowd. I plaster on a wide grin, pretending like it was normal for me to join in with the group in situations like this. 

“Oh, hey!” Ally shouts over the music once she notices me step to her side. I pretend like I don’t even notice the guys, like I wasn’t just using my friends as an excuse to get closer to this mysterious man. 

I lean into her side with a greeting smile, turning to the others to pick up on their conversation. But I wasn’t really paying attention. All my mind was focused on was the man to my right, a smirk plastered on his face that I only allowed myself to see out of my peripheral. 

Meg still hadn’t noticed me, too caught up in her conversation with the guy in the cap, but Ally and Maddy introduced me to the other’s. The one with the neck tattoo was Noah, another one of the guy’s friends seemed to have joined them, and he introduced himself as Davis. Noah hooks his thumb towards cap guy, telling me that he was Matt, and all that was left was mysterious boy to my right. 

I turn to him, trying to act nonchalant, like I hadn’t been staring at him for who knows how long, and introduce myself.

”Y/N,” I tell him, holding out a hand for him to shake. He gives me a smile, one that barely hid the devious look in his eyes, like he knew a secret of mine. 

“Nick, but my friends just call me Folio,” He replies, locking his hand in mine and giving it a small shake. I do my best to keep my eyes focused on his, not letting them drift to his arm that I could tell flexed under the club lights before he released my hand. 

“Nice to meet you,” I say with a small nod before turning back to the group, needing to seem uninterested, despite the thoughts racing in my head and the heat growing in my body just from that one touch. 

The group continues to talk and I just lean towards Ally, using her familiar presence as comfort and so I wasn’t standing too close to Folio. I come to learn that Noah and Folio were in a band, currently on tour, and Matt and Davis were part of their crew. They had a few days off so they decided to go out for the night. Apparently the other band members, another Nick and Jolly they told us, weren’t feeling up for it, so it was just them for the night. As the girls use their magic and chat up the boys about what they do and what it’s like to tour, I use this as an opportunity to maybe get to know Folio better. 

“So what instrument do you play?” I ask him after shifting to face him. He gives me a small smug smile and turns to me, creating what feels like a bubble around us, drowning out the others. 

“I play the drums,” he answers, and I nod in response. It made sense. No wonder he’s so toned. Constantly using his arms and legs. And by the looks of the guys, I wouldn’t be surprised if their band was heavier, meaning he probably did a lot of work on the drums. I hear a small chuckle and that’s when I realize my eyes had drifted back to his body as I made the connection as to why he’s so fit. I play it off by rolling my eyes and looking back up at him. 

“What got you into the drums?” I ask, both interested and just wanting to hear him talk more.

We chat about him playing, me happily letting him ramble about his interest and talent as I smile and nod along, not so subtly continuing to check him out the whole time. I learn about how long he’s played and get to find out what touring is like and what all goes into performing on stage. I was a little shocked to learn that his band is apparently doing arena shows and touring with bands I’ve loved for years, yet I never heard of them, but it was nice to learn that we had a lot of music taste in common and for me to share the excitement for his accomplishments. 

Not so long into our chat, he gets pulled into a conversation with Davis, letting me take a step back and listen to the others for a bit to cool down. It was overwhelming stepping so far out of my comfort zone like this. I always watched from afar as my girls chatted up guys, wishing I was sociable enough and had the confidence to do what they did, so finally having the push to do so was definitely an experience, especially knowing that the person who managed to catch my attention was…practically famous. It was someone I could truly show respect for, instead of some of the guys who tried flirting with me at the bar on multiple occasions. He wasn’t some cocky loser. He had so much going for him and I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time standing here giving him attention. 

I try to keep up with the conversations happening, but with Meg and Matt in their own little world, and the other five having what seems like five different conversations at once, I feel like I need a breather already. Ally seemed to be distracted with Noah, and Davis, Maddy, and Folio were deep in a conversation about what they could do on their next few stops on tour, so I knew if I slipped out of the group, I’d be fine. While Davis and Folio were talking about some significance their next stop had that I was completely blocking out, I patted Maddy’s shoulder and let her know I was gonna run and grab another drink. She gave me a small nod and turned back to the boys, so I slipped away. 

“A vodka lemonade, please. Make it a double,” I told the bartender once I caught his attention. 

“Make that two and add it to my tab,” I heard from beside me, making me quickly turn to see Folio sliding in beside me. The bartender nodded and turned to make the drinks. 

“You seem more like a beer guy than a vodka guy,” I teased, causing him to laugh. 

“Oh, I am, but I figured I’d try it since I always see people ordering it. Plus it’s just easier on the bartender,” He says with a small smirk, nodding his head towards the guy behind the bar. 

“And you left your friends just to try a drink?” I asked, making him shake his head with a laugh. 

“No, not exactly. Your friend and Davis started talking about what they could do after we leave, so I figured that was my sign to take a step back and let them do their thing. Plus I needed another drink anyway.” I nodded, understanding not wanting to be a part of that conversation. 

Then the bartender slid us our drinks and I gave him a small smile and ‘thank you’ before taking a sip. I turn back to Folio to see him do the same before making a face. 

“God, this is just rubbing alcohol with a hint of lemon juice. You like this?” I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“The lemon drop martinis are better, but I figured ordering this would be simpler. You’ll get used to the bitterness once the vodka hits.” He rolled his eyes and took another sip, bigger this time, hoping for the alcohol to hit faster.

”Better hit soon. No offense, but your friends took my entertainment of the night and now I’m just bored.” I gave him a fake gasp. 

“I’m boring you?” I asked, feigning offense, causing his eyes to widen as he realized how his words could be taken. 

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant at all. I just wasn’t planning on them..you know..mingling tonight. This was just gonna be us going out for some drinks and music to blow off some steam for the night.” I playfully elbowed him as I took another sip of my drink. 

“You’ll get used to it. That’s what happens to me every time we go out. My girls just have a different way of…blowing off steam..I guess you could say,” I replied as I glanced back at the group. Meg and Matt were long gone, nowhere to be found, Noah and Ally looked as if they were whispering secrets into each other’s ears with how close they’ve gotten, and I can see that Maddy and Davis had found themselves in the middle of the dance floor, chemistry flowing off them with each move. 

“So what do you do?” He asks, bringing me back to our conversation.

”Huh? What do you mean?”

”What do you do to blow off steam after a long day? Didn’t seem like you were joining them on their prowl, so do you just sit back and eye fuck every hot guy or what?” I choked on my drink as he said that, earning a laugh and a pat on the back until I caught my breath. 

“I was not eye fucking anybody. I was just…people watching.” 

“Yeah right. I felt your eyes on me before I even noticed you. If that’s what you call ‘people watching’ then you may want to lose that look in your eyes before someone gets the wrong message.”

”Look? What look?” I asked. 

“The one where it felt like you were trying to see me naked,” he answered with a chuckle. 

“I was doing no such thing!” I scoffed.

”Yeah? So then you weren’t also checking me out when we were talking before?” I just rolled my eyes before giving him a fake unimpressed look. 

“Is that what you want to hear? For me to admit that I was eye fucking you?” I asked as I turned my body back to face him, giving him a teasing smirk. 

“I mean it wouldn’t hurt the ego. And no judgement. I’ll admit that when you finally looked away, I may or may not have done the same thing, so,” He opened his arms and waved his hands down his body, signing that I was allowed to stare all I wanted, “Feel free” 

I snickered and took a step back, jokingly taking in his appearance. But I definitely took my time taking it in. As my eyes trailed down his chest, the sweat from being in a crowded club causing his shirt to stick to his stomach, he mumbled something. 

“As long as your body matches what your eyes can do,” he says under his breath, almost like he just meant to say it to himself. I glance back up at him, giving him a sly smirk.

”Yeah?” I tease, causing him to blink like he didn’t realize he said it out loud. 

He lets out a small chuckle and drops his arms before taking another sip from his drink, making a small face at the bitterness again. I take that moment to really take in the position I got myself in. Hot guy flirting with me, giving me signs that he could be down for some fun, and who was I to pass that up? 

I glance around the club for a moment, taking in our surroundings. I’ve been here so many times with the girls that I feel like I know this place like the back of my hand, especially every dark corner and hiding spot when things have gotten too much. I catch a girl leaving the bathroom, one that was definitely too small for the amount of people that this club sees, and then glance back at Folio, my plan already set in mind. 

I reach out and grab his drink, taking it from him and setting both of ours down on the bar. He gives me a slightly confused look before I grab his hand with a sly smile and gently pull him along. I feel his hand tighten on mine as he realizes I’m taking him somewhere that wasn’t the dance floor, the small sign of shock and excitement mixed with the feel of his skin against mine sending heat through my body once again. 

Once I reach the bathroom, I release his hand and gently open the door and glance in. All stalls were open and no one was at the sinks, so I turned around and grabbed him by the shirt before dragging him in with me. Thankfully, besides the lights by the dance floor and bar, the place was quite dark, so I doubt anyone would’ve seen us enter together, and if they did, hopefully they’d understand to leave us alone. 

When the door closed behind him, I quickly locked it and turned to him. He still had this shocked look on his face, but more so because I made the first move, not because he was upset I dragged him in here. 

I reach up and gently grab the collar of his shirt before bringing him down to my height, pulling his face to mine. Instantly, he follows lead, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my head as his lips crash into mine. It was the furthest thing from a delicate kiss. He was pressing my body against his as teeth clashed and the taste of the vodka and lemonade got even stronger. 

He spun us, pressing me into the door. I moved my hands from his collar, one drifting to the back of his head, gripping at the hair at the nape of his neck, and the other traveling between us. A soft groan escaped his throat as my hand came in contact with his bulge. His hands gripped at my body tighter as I began palming him through his pants, his breathing picking up against my lips. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re killing me,” he practically whimpered. 

He drops one arm and brings it to my thigh, gripping it and hooking it around his hip. I remove my hand and wrap it around his neck as he closes the distance between us once again. Our lips crash back into each other as he grinds his bulge against me. My skirt has fully ridden up at this point, so I could feel the friction of his jeans through the thin fabric of my panties, causing me to gasp into our kiss. 

Between the alcohol slowly warming my body, the way his strong callused hands gripped at my skin, and the way he perfectly rubbed against me, I could already feel myself getting close. My hold on his hair got tighter and I pulled away from the kiss to drop my head against the door behind me as my moans picked up. 

He started leaving kisses against my neck as he continued to grind into me, whispering against my skin as he pulled me closer and closer to the edge. 

“Come on, baby girl,” he pressed another kiss to the spot right below my ear, “Let me take care of you. Cum for me.”

And with that I let out a long moan, holding him even tighter as pleasure shot through my body. He continued to rub against me, helping me ride it out, before slowing and moving the hand that wasn’t holding my thigh down to his waist band. He swiftly undid his belt and button with one hand, watching his movements with his forehead rested against my shoulder. 

As he tugged his jeans and boxers down, I couldn’t help but drop a hand to his cock, earning a small exasperated ‘fuck’ in response. He dug his face into my neck as I slowly stroked him, before he grabbed my hand and pulled it away, letting out a small huff the moment I let go. 

He pulled away slightly to look down between us, seeing the soaked fabric of my panties. He gently rubbed his thumb over them, causing me to twitch at the slight over stimulation and him to groan in response. Tugging them aside, he lined himself up with me, before stopping, letting out another ‘fuck’. He reached behind him with his free hand and pulled out his wallet, opening it up with one hand and holding out for me to help. I see the shiny foil packet and slide it out of the pocket. I quickly tear it open with my teeth as he watches me, already insanely turned on again even though I just came. 

I spit the small piece of foil from my lips and hold the open packet to him, dropping the rest of it once he pulls the condom out. He slides it onto his cock, a small groan escaping as he unrolls it down the base. He glances up at me, holding eye contact as he lines himself up with my entrance again. 

Watching his face as he entered me, the droop of his eyelids mixed with the stretch of his cock had my knees ready to buckle. My jaw dropped at the feeling of him filling me, a soft moan leaving my lips as he sank into me. When he finally bottomed out, he dropped his forehead to mine, allowing me to get used to the stretch. After a few moments, I tighten my leg hooked around him, signalling for him to move. 

The second he pulls out and pushes back in, moans instantly fill the room. He crashes his lips back into mine as he picks up speed. He drops his other hand to my other leg, gently tapping it. I tighten my hold on his neck and jump, him quickly catching me and pressing me into the door more as he wraps both my legs around his hips. 

The door shakes behind me as he thrusts into me, each movement shaking our bodies and earning more sounds from the both of us. The feeling of his strong arms holding me up and against him felt just like I imagined. His cock felt even better. 

“Fuck, Nicky,” I moan against his lips, “Oh my god you feel so good.”

His movements falter for a split second at the nickname, before he picks up speed and fucks into me even harder, each thrust hitting the perfect spot. I pull my lips from his and drop my head, the pleasure getting too intense. All that filled my brain was the feeling of him in and against me, and all I could do was moan into his shoulder. 

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Fuck, I’m getting close.” He groaned into my ear. 

“Me too.” I managed to get out between moans. 

He grips onto me even harder, his groans turning into whimpers as he gets closer. With just a few more thrusts, I’m falling apart in his arms, digging my head into his neck and letting out a loud gasp. My back arches into him and my legs tighten around his hips even more, causing him to only be able to give shorter thrusts. With my body tensing against his, it doesn’t take him long to follow. His hips falter and he has to release one of my thighs to press a hand against the door behind me to keep his balance, a long, whiney “fuck” filling my ears. 

We stay there for a few moments, catching our breath before he finally pulls out. He slowly eases me back onto my feet before sliding the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the trash. I fix my panties and skirt, then grab the remnants of the package and toss them, too. As I go to turn towards the sink, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him again, pulling me into another kiss. This one less heated, but still full of passion. 

“No one’s ever called my Nicky before,” He says with a chuckle after pulling away. 

“Glad to know I’ll be memorable,” I tease as I turn to wash my hands in the sink, him following suit. 

“Oh, that’s not all you’ll be memorable for.” 

“Oh yeah? Guess we’re both boosting egos tonight.” He chuckles softly and follows me back to the door. 

I unlock it and slowly open it. Thank god there wasn’t anyone waiting outside ready to catch us. We both slip our way out of the bathroom and towards the crowd again. I glance around the room, trying to see if any of mine or his friends were anywhere to be found, but either they all left or disappeared for similar reasons. I turn back to Folio and see him doing the same before glancing down towards me.