#ns14

now that the season is over, nick has been insistant on taking you out at least every few days. he doesn't get to take you out and spend time with you and spoil you as much as he would like to during the season, so he's trying to make up for it.

today, he’s taking you to the aquarium. you’ve never been before. and nick wanted to take you somewhere new and experience something new with you.

the minute you got there, nick couldn’t help but look at you as you looked around in awe. you’ve never seen so many fish in one spot. you just think this is all so cool.

the entire time the two of you were there, nick is sure he didn't even look at a single aquatic animal. he just looked at you. and you... you looked at everything. you can't help it. you have a curious mind and you just want to see all of it.

your camera roll was definitely full before you'd even left the aquarium, but you kept taking pictures. you want to remember this moment. remember spending this time with nick. you cherish all those moments you do get together.

'thank you for taking me.' you said when you got home to your shared apartment. nick was carrying bags of aquarium merchandise that you just inisted you had to have, and he had no problem paying for if it made you happy.

'you don't need to thank me.' nick told you automatically. he says it every single time. 'i just wanted us to spend some time together. just you and me.'

you reached for him, leaning up on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and bring his lips down to yours.

it was meant to be a simple and sweet and quick kiss, but nick had other intentions. he just loves you so much and wants to show you. he wrapped his arms around you as he deepened the kiss, his tongue begging for entrance into your mouth by trailing it across your bottom lip.

you let him in as he walked you backwards to the couch in the living room of your apartment. he leaned you backwards so you were laying on the cushions and he was laying on top you, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

nick kept his arms around you; one still resting on your back and the other coming up to rest on the back of your head. his fingers tangled in your hair, but they didn't tug, didn't push you closer.

your hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him down closer to you. it was a makeout session, but not hot and heavy. not yet. just your lips on each other's and your tongues slowly dancing together.

but then nick pulled away from your lips, trailing his kisses down your neck and slightly exposed collarbone and shoulders. he sat back on his heels, hands coming to rest on your hips where he slightly bunched up the hem of your dress.

'can i?' he asked, looking at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes. he just wants to make you feel good.

you nodded, shifting your hips so he could lift the hem of your dress and then gently slide your panties down your legs with nothing stopping him.

then nick was shifting down so he was laying on his stomach in between your thighs on the couch. he pressed gentle kisses to the inside of your upper thighs before blowing a breath of cool air on your center, making you squeal and squirm.

'nick.' you whined out, but you were laughing at the same time.

he did it again, just to hear you giggle. then he placed a gentle kiss on your clit, making you let out a soft sigh. then he was shifting closer again, wrapping his lips around your clit and beginning to suck as his tongue traced around your most sensitive part.

he dipped his tongue down into your entrance, gathering your arousal up and then trailing his way back up to your clit. then his tongue started moving in patterns, drawing out his initials into your bundle of nerves, making your legs shake around him.

he held your thighs open with his hands, palms flat and fingers spreading out. he licked another stripe from your slit to your clit and back again, swirling his tongue around inside of you.

he moved back up to your clit, sloppily making out with it as he gently inserted two fingers into you, only until the knuckle where he curled them, pressing on that spongy spot inside of you.

'nick.' you moaned you, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair and push his face closer into you.

nick moaned into your cunt, lapping his tongue against you as your legs continued to shake around him.

he curled his fingers again, and your hips actually left the couch cushions this time as you cried out, your orgasm washing over you.

nick greedily lapped it up, never letting any drop down or spill past his mouth. he kept licking you through the aftershocks, somewhat overstimulating you until you were pushing him away from you.

he sat back on his heels again, wiping at his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. then he was leaning down, pressing your foreheads together and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

'i absolutely love you.' he said, smiling at you even with how close he was.

since you and nick have had your baby girl a few months ago, you have found that you've barely had any time to spend together by yourselves since you're so entranced with her. and you kind of miss it. that quiet, loving intimacy and time for just the two of you.

so, when nick's parents offered to watch her for the night; her first night away from the two of you, you jumped at the opportunity. then immediately felt guilty for wanting time away from her. but you and nick needed it. and they were so gracious to offer. it's not like they're strangers, and it's not like they're far.

the only problem now? your boobs are absolutely swollen. too full. you're used to feeding baby girl around the clock whenever she needs it. so, you're not used to the feeling of them being so heavy or noticeable.

and you especially were not used to the feeling of milk starting to leak out of them and stain the front of your nursing bra and even going through your shirt, leaving wet patches right where your nipples are poking through the fabric.

you weren't one to normally have to use a pump; it had never really gotten to that point where you needed more than what your body could supply for your daughter in the moment. but you had one just in case. and tonight... just in case had arrived.

but... it didn't work. you tried. at first you thought maybe you had been working it wrong, but no. it just didn't seem to work for you. like the stimulation on your nipples wasn't the right kind. wasn't the right kind of suction you were used to. the right kind of suction you needed.

so as much as it really embarrassed you to have to do it, you had no other choice but to go to nick. you know some people do that quite a bit and actually like it, but you'd never thought of it. not even before you got pregnant or when you were pregnant. and not even now.

nick saw the look on your face the minute you walked into the living room from your shared bedroom. embarrassed, cheeks pink. arms crossed over your chest like you were hiding something.

'y/n?' he asked. he only ever uses your full name when he can tell something is on the go with you.

'i need help.' you admitted, not meeting his eyes as you dropped your arms from across your chest, exposing your wet shirt and very obvious hardened and leaking nipples.

'oh, baby.' nick said, pitying you.

'i tried to pump and i just can't do it and it hurts and it's going everywhere and i just-' he cut you off by standing up and pulling you down to the couch so that he could comfort you.

'what do you need me to do?' he asked. if you need help, he's giving it. no matter what.

'i need you to... uh. god, it's so embarrassing.' you said. but your boobs are just too full. you don't have a choice.

'need me to suck on them?' nick asked. kind of like a joke but also kind of not once he saw the look on your face. oh. you actually do.

'oh, baby.' he said again, already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

you let out a broken crying sound. it just hurts so bad. but nick shushed you, rubbing a hand over your back as he gently pulled your shirt up, exposing your swollen breasts as you hadn't bothered to put a bra back on after your attempt at pumping.

'it's okay. i got you.' he whispered, brushing a thumb across one swollen nipple. nothing coming out of it at all.

he cupped your right breast in his hand, massaging the skin and hoping to help get some flow back into it as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your left nipple, running his tongue across the swollen bud and beginning to suck.

it took a few seconds before you felt that familiar sensation of the milk beginning to flow down your ducts came over you. oh, thank god. at least it's not a blockage.

nick sighed into your skin. he can already feel you relaxing for him, your body softening from its tight and tense position underneath him. your hand came up to cup the back of his head, tangling in the dark strands of his hair as you tilted your head back.

'feels good.' you admitted, sinking deeper into the couch cushions now that you were finally starting to feel better.

nick's throat worked as he swallowed the milk down, running his tongue across your nipple again as he massaged the underside of your breast with one hand and the full breast with the other, brushing his thumb across your nipple over and over again to add more stimulation.

you eventually pulled him away by the hair from your left breast, guiding his mouth over to the right one so that that one could also get some relief and you wouldn't end up lopsided with that one being too full compared to the other.

he wrapped his lips around this one, too, greedily sucking down the milk that began to flow out of you. neither of you expected to like it this much. it feels really good.

'nick...' you managed to get out in a breathy moan, his hand coming up to cup the breast he just abandoned with his mouth.

he pulled away, chasing the lost few drops that spilled out with his tongue, tracing wet patterns on the skin of your breast. then he was kissing his way up your neck and to your lips, planting his on yours and letting you taste yourself.

'glad i could help.' he whispered against your lips before kissing you harshly again.

you moaned into his mouth, pulling away long enough to wrestle your shirt fully over your head.

'missed you.' you whispered, dragging his lips back to yours.