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dry humping w/ nic (request)

cw: dry humping, public sex risk (shared bedroom), heavy foreplay, dirty talk, thigh gripping, kissing, mutual masturbation (over clothes), aftercare, nic being a soft dom, reader is blk

the villa never really slept.

not completely.

even when the lights dimmed and the producers clicked the mics off for the night, it still breathed. soft exhales, the occasional snore, beds creaking faintly under restless limbs. but this moment — this exact slice of night — felt different.

it was quiet in that way only late, late night could offer. when most islanders were tucked into each other, legs tangled and mouths slack from the weight of the day. and in the bed you shared with nic, everything was still.

except you.

you laid there, facing the wall, trying to focus on the slow whirl of the ceiling fan or the rhythmic breathing around the room. but your skin was too hot. your mind too loud. every inch of you tingled from how close he was — his arm slung low around your waist, his breath warm against your neck, his hand slowly… moving.

his fingers were trailing soft, teasing strokes along your stomach, right where your tank top had ridden up. innocent at first, but now? now they were dipping lower. hovering just above the waistband of your shorts.

“you’re not sleepin’,” he mumbled, voice low and scratchy with sleep.

you shook your head slightly, lips twitching. “could say the same to you.”

his hand paused, then dipped lower. his palm now fully pressed against your lower belly, fingers curling slightly into the top of your thigh.

“you feel warm,” he murmured, nosing along your shoulder. “like you need somethin’.”

you swallowed hard, the tease in his voice so obvious it made your thighs press together. “maybe i do.”

nic’s breath hitched, just barely, but you caught it.

he lifted onto his elbow, slowly, glancing around the dim bedroom. all the other islanders were still, silent. if anyone was awake, they weren’t making it known.

“come here,” he whispered.

you rolled onto your back and he moved over you, his body warm and heavy as he nestled between your thighs. your breath caught at the pressure, the way his sleep shorts brushed against your inner thighs. his lips were already on your collarbone, kissing slowly, then sliding lower to the top of your breasts.

“we can’t… be loud,” you whispered, even as your hips tilted up toward his without thinking.

“then don’t make me work too hard,” he said against your skin, smirking.

he kissed you — slow and deep, like he had time. and he did. this wasn’t rushed. this was him taking you apart inch by inch without a sound.

your hands clutched at his biceps as he rolled his hips into you once — gentle, experimental. the fabric of both your shorts creating this slow, unbearable friction. you moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it down, tongue tracing the inside of your lip.

he looked down at you in the dark, voice barely a breath. “you gettin’ wet for me already?”

you nodded, dazed. “can’t help it.”

his hand slid under your top, thumb brushing your nipple until it hardened. “fuck, baby. you’re gonna get us caught.”

you bit your lip, eyes fluttering as he rocked into you again — this time harder.

“grind on it,” he murmured. “real slow. make it last.”

you did. your hips moved on their own now, desperate for more friction. nic’s hands held you in place, his lips on your neck as you moved together under the covers. the room was silent but your bodies were chaos — needy and hot and barely clothed.

his voice was tight with control. “you’re so fuckin’ wet, i can feel it through your shorts.”

you whimpered, arching into him.

“shhh,” he warned, but kissed your lips immediately to soothe it. “don’t wanna stop, do we?”

“no,” you whispered.

he pressed his forehead to yours. “good. i wanna feel you cum on me just like this. soaked through your pretty little shorts.”

his words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. your body moved faster, chasing that edge, and nic was right there with you — hips rolling into yours, his cock hard and thick and pressed perfectly between your folds through the fabric.

he slid a hand down, pressing the heel of it right over your clit. the friction was insane. your body jerked, teeth sinking into your lip as you came suddenly — silently — your legs trembling around him.

nic groaned low, muffling it against your neck. “fuck, baby… you just came all over my dick.”

your breath came in short gasps as you clung to him. “don’t stop.”

he didn’t. he kept moving, chasing his own release now. his strokes turned rougher, needier, the wetness between your thighs making the fabric cling and slide in the filthiest way.

“you feel so fuckin’ good,” he gritted out. “can’t wait to fuck you for real when we get outta here.”

“you can fuck me in the hideaway,” you whispered, hand gripping the back of his neck.

“nah,” he smirked, panting. “first time i do it, i want candles. your playlist. slow.”

your heart jumped at that — even as his hips stuttered and his jaw clenched.

“fuck, i’m—”

he came with a quiet grunt, buried in your neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist as he ground through it. you could feel it — the heat spilling into his boxers. the way his body trembled.

you stayed like that for a minute. sweaty. tangled. your hearts thumping in sync.

then he kissed your jaw. “you okay, baby?”

you nodded, giggling quietly. “that was so risky.”

“worth it,” he grinned, brushing your hair back. “you need anything?”

“water,” you whispered. “and maybe a new pair of shorts.”

he laughed into your skin. “me too.”

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could you write like dry humping nic in the bedroom while everyone else is sleeping like late night 😜

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would u post more nic

mommy? mamacita.

nah but in all seriousness I def will !

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jealous sex with nic in soul ties

cw: smut, minor angst,oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, language , unprotected (p in v), reader is blk.

you had no idea it was gonna piss him off that bad.

you were just doing the challenge. just following instructions like everybody else—wrap your legs around the log, whisper something spicy, give a little performance. and yeah, maybe you went a little harder when it was jeremiah’s turn. but that’s what the game called for, right?

besides, it was blindfolded.

you didn’t even know it was jeremiah until you heard him laugh afterward.

but nic… oh, nic saw everything.

you felt it the second you came back to sit on the bench. the heat of his stare across the firepit, his jaw tight, leg bouncing, arms folded across that broad chest like he was using every ounce of strength not to explode.

and the thing is—you knew you looked good. the tiny denim shorts hugging your hips. the silk top barely tied in the front. your knotless braids pulled into a high messy bun that left your neck on full display. you were glowing.

and jeremiah definitely noticed.

but nic? he looked like he wanted to murder him.

you tried to play it cool. smiled, laughed when amaya whispered something messy in your ear. but your eyes kept flicking over to nic. and his never left you.

until he stood up. sharp. deliberate. walked right over.

“can i pull you for a chat?” he asked, voice low but carrying.

you blinked. then nodded, standing slow.

he didn’t wait for a response. just walked off toward the villa, and you followed—silent, curious, lowkey excited.

but you didn’t expect him to lead you into soul ties.

the producers must’ve given him the green light, because the door was already cracked, candles already lit, bed already made. it smelled like vanilla and something woodsy, sensual. like trouble.

he walked in first. you closed the door behind you.

the air shifted instantly.

he didn’t look at you for a second. just stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the floor like he was counting backwards in his head.

then finally—

“what the fuck was that?”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

“that challenge.”

you tilted your head. “the one we were told to do by production?”

he looked up, jaw clenching. “you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

you crossed your arms. “i was doing my job, babe.”

“you were doing the most.”

you scoffed, more amused than offended. “so now you mad at me for winning the challenge?”

“nah. i’m mad at the way you wrapped yourself around him like that shit wasn’t national television.”

you raised an eyebrow. “it was blindfolded.”

“you were grinding, y/n.”

“nic.”

“you were whispering shit in his ear.”

“so what?”

“so what?” he stepped forward, hands still on his hips, chest rising heavy now. “he was touching you like you were single. like i don’t sleep next to you every night. like this isn’t us.”

you stared at him for a long second, letting the silence stretch. letting him feel it.

then you smirked.

“you’re jealous.”

his eyes narrowed. “i’m not jealous.”

“you are. you’re mad ’cause someone else touched what you think only belongs to you.”

he stepped even closer. “i know it belongs to me.”

your stomach fluttered. “do you?”

“you really wanna test me tonight?” his voice dropped, rough and low. “’cause i will remind you exactly who this belongs to.”

you leaned up, whispered against his mouth, “then do it.”

that’s all it took.

his mouth crashed into yours like a storm, rough and desperate and messy. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him so hard your breath caught. you kissed him back with just as much heat, letting him feel every ounce of power you had over him.

he spun you toward the bed, lips never leaving yours, hands already dragging your top over your head. you stepped out of your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your panties and gold hoops.

he groaned. “fuck. look at you.”

you crawled onto the bed, slow, sultry, spreading your legs a little as you leaned back on your elbows.

“go ahead then,” you teased. “show me.”

he pulled his shirt off fast, the soft cotton clinging to his abs before it hit the floor. his sweats followed, low on his hips, revealing a hard bulge already pressing against his boxers.

he climbed onto the bed, crawling over you, hovering with his hands planted on either side of your head.

“you made me crazy tonight,” he muttered against your skin. “watching him touch you.”

“so make it better.”

he didn’t need another invitation.

his lips trailed down your neck, sucking gently just under your ear, then harder as he moved to your collarbone. you moaned softly, your fingers sliding into his curls, tugging just enough to make him growl.

he kissed down your chest, mouthing over your nipple through your bra, before sliding it off completely. then his mouth wrapped around you, hot and wet, tongue flicking until your back arched.

his hand slid down your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties.

“these coming off.”

you nodded, breathless.

he slid them down slowly, eyes locked on yours, lips parted like he was watching art.

and then his mouth was on you — no warning, no teasing. he kissed your thighs, then dove in, licking you like it was the only way to survive. tongue flat and firm against your clit, fingers spreading you open so he could really taste you.

you gasped, hips bucking. “oh my god—fuck, nic—”

he didn’t stop. just kept licking, slow at first, then faster, swirling and sucking until your thighs were shaking.

“you gonna cum for me?” he asked, voice rough against your heat.

“yes,” you breathed. “don’t stop. don’t—”

you came with a cry, hands fisting the sheets, your whole body shivering as he licked you through it. and when you finally opened your eyes, he was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark.

“still mine?” he asked, grabbing your thigh and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“always,” you whispered.

“good.”

he pushed his boxers down, thick and hard and already leaking. he stroked himself slowly, then leaned over you, lining up with your entrance.

“look at me.”

you did.

and he pushed in deep.

you gasped, nails digging into his arms as he filled you — stretching you open with a slow, deep stroke that made your eyes roll back.

he gave you a moment. then started moving.

each thrust was purposeful, deep, like he wanted to feel himself in your throat. his hand gripped your hip, the other pressed against your stomach as he watched his dick disappear inside you.

“you feel that?” he muttered. “that’s mine.”

“yours,” you moaned, voice shaking. “so deep, baby—”

he leaned down, kissed you again — this time soft, slow, like he remembered you were his favorite person even when he was pissed.

he flipped you over suddenly, pulled your hips back until you were on your knees. you arched, your cheek pressed into the pillow, and he slid back inside in one long stroke.

“fuck,” he groaned. “you feel too good.”

he picked up the pace, hips snapping into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room with your moans.

he reached under you, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles while he kept pounding into you from behind.

you cried out, body trembling again. “nic—i’m gonna—”

“cum on this dick,” he growled. “show me who it belongs to.”

you broke with a scream, vision white, walls clenching around him as your orgasm crashed through your body. he came right after, buried deep inside you with a long, low groan, gripping your waist like he’d never let go.

he collapsed beside you after, both of you breathless, skin sticky, hearts pounding in sync.

you turned your head, eyes half-lidded. “still mad?”

he laughed, chest rising. “hell yeah.”

you raised a brow.

he leaned over, kissed your shoulder. “but at least now jeremiah knows better.”

you smiled, pulling the blanket up over both of you.

“you’re crazy.”

“for you?” he grinned, brushing your hair back from your face. “every time.”

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YEE HAW 🤠

RIDE EM', COWGIRL

tyler owens x f!reader word count: 1,168 warnings: SMUT! tornado sex?, riding, masturbation (both m & f), very sloppy writing, i was just horny after watching twisters okay lol synopsis: it's like he always says, you don't face your fears, you ride em' cowgirl...

 “You take it so fuckin’ well, fuck!”

 Rain pounds against the windows of the truck along with quarter to ping pong sized hail but she rides Tyler faster, his cock pounding faster against her cervix than the little balls of ice that strike the steel of the truck. Her fingernails etch hooks into his shoulders, reminiscent of the hook echo in the supercell on the radar behind her. His palms knead at her hips, guiding her up and down his length, her walls clenching around him. 

 “It’s headin’ east!” Boone’s voice emits from the comms and her hips slow, but Tyler’s hands tighten around them, heaving her up and down his cock himself. Her eyes roll and her head lolls, a string of curses tumbling past her lips. 

 “Come on, baby, almost fuckin’ there,” he mutters beneath his breath like it’s sacred prayer, canting his hips towards hers, bringing her within inches of her end. 

 “Tyler, shit!” She gasps, sinking her nails further into his skin, deep enough to draw blood. “Slow down! I can’t… I can’t fucking take it…”

 He shakes his head, a low rumble thundering deep in his chest like a crack of lightning. “Yes you can, come on,” he groans. “You do so well, takin' my cock so damn good.”

 “Tyler, the hell you doing? We got a vortex on the ground at your six, so are we ridin’ this thing or not?” Boone’s voice sounds from the comms again and Tyler hisses, pressing the pads of his fingers down into the flesh of her waist, hips angrily thrusting up into her. 

 A sob wracks her body and she slumps against him when his hips finally still, his cock sitting dormant inside of her. Every muscle aches in her body and her core practically screams for more, feeling the blisteringly white hot bliss she felt mere moments ago begin to slip away. Perspiration drips in beads down the slides of her face onto his sweat-slicked skin and she lets her lids flutter closed, feeling Tyler’s chest heave up and down beneath her cheek. 

 Tyler huffs and reaches for the transceiver, bringing it up to his lips. “Yeah, we’re ridin’.”

 Her eyelids snap open as Tyler practically shoves her into the passenger seat and she hisses when the back of her head meets the window. “Tyler!” She exclaims as he buckles himself into his harness, gesturing for her to do the same. 

 “Harness on, baby,” he snickers. “This ain’t your first rodeo.”

 As her orgasm slips further away, she scrambles to sit upright in her seat, buckling herself into her harness as Tyler shifts the truck into drive. She hardly has time to get herself properly fastened before she’s being jostled about, slippery palm struggling to find its grip on the handle above her head. 

 The truck bobs up and down against the unsteady ground it drives on, her thighs instinctively closing together at the friction against her core. Tyler glances over when she does, feeling his dick twitch until it’s unbearable— he can’t not take it into his fist. 

 She turns her head almost as soon as he does, feeling her stomach do a somersault as he pumps himself in one hand, steering the truck with the other. 

 “Tyler, we’re driving straight into a fuckin’ tornado right now and you’re jerking yourself off?” She asks with a dent between her brow and he turns, grinning as he does it. 

 “‘If you feel it, chase it,’ amirite?” He says with a wink and she’d admit— it makes her clit throb. He side-eyes her sore, puffy clit before turning back to the mass of churning wind in front of them. “You should really take care of your situation down there. It’s good for the nerves.”

 Blood bites her cheeks as he steers them closer to the tornado and all she can do is stare as he pumps himself, her own hand itching to be between her legs. Tyler drives them into the twister and she can’t fight it anymore, one hand sliding over her clit, the other tightening around the handle above her head. 

 Tyler’s laugh thunders the small interior of the truck, even as rain and wind and hail pound against the top of the vehicle. He anchors the truck into the ground and fires off the rockets, tightening his fist around his cock, tugging angrily, damn near ferally. 

 Tyler’s a fucking animal, anyone could see that. But he’s a whole new breed when they’re alone, absolutely primal. 

 The pads of her fingers race back and forth over her nub, her legs shaking as she brings herself back towards that edge Tyler nearly pushed her over moments before. His name stumbles past her lips in a whimper and she feels his hand snake around her head, bringing her closer. 

 “Fuck, come here,” he growls against her lips before enveloping them with his, his tongue like a bull she struggles to stay atop. There’s a knot building at the pit of her belly that’s on the precipice of rupturing, closer and closer with every flick of her fingers against her clit. 

 “Gettin’ close?” He asks against her mouth and she mewls, nodding. He grins against her lips, “do it.”

 The wind pounds against the steel of the truck and the vehicle rocks as the vortex twirls around them. She used to think this was crazy, absolutely utterly insane and it is— but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t equally exhilarating. She thinks risk is what she’s been missing all her life— and then she met Tyler. It seems risk has been her new normal ever since they started dating. 

 But this?

 This was unlike anything she’s ever done before. 

 When she finally felt herself tip over the edge and her orgasm wreaks havoc through her body, like a cyclone meeting the ground, carving a path into the earth in its wake. A loud string of curses tumble past Tyler’s lips as he, too, meets his end and they’re two identical supercells, spinning into one another until they become one. His mouth is a seal over hers, warm and wet when they meet. Her mind is numb with sex and all she can think to say is his name, chanting it over and over like it’s holy word. 

 The tornado dissipates around them and she can hear the crew cheer through the radios when Tyler finally pulls away, a thread of saliva a bridge between their lips. She falls limp against the back of her seat, the aftershocks of her release rattling her bones. 

 “You’re fuckin’ crazy, you know that, Owens?” She finally says once she’s come to and Tyler laughs beside her, caressing the side of her face with his knuckles. 

 “I always say, ‘you don’t face your fears, you ride em’, cowgirl,” He adds with a wink. Her eyes roll and she reaches for her panties he’d thrown in the backseat, pulling them up her legs. 

 “Jesus, you can’t get any cornier, can you?”

a/n; outing myself as an oklahoman (yes, i do in fact live in the sooner state unfortunately but maybe fortunately in this context lmfao) because the inner storm enthusiast inside of me is SCREAMING after watching twisters. please don't mind my sloppy ass writing here, i was just incredibly horny after watching it LMFAOOOOOO (this is also not proofread!)

🌪️ if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging or even leaving a reply to let me know! it means the world to me 🫶

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help I’m still at the restaurant.

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i can smell the new fics from a mile away.