#nick mara fanfiction

[dez78]

Multi-Fanfiction Blog

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My name is Dez, I write in a lot of fandoms. Including video games, movies, and tv shows. Healthily into vampires and elves. (Not really though, I'm obsessed.)

This blog is poly safe and LGBTQ safe.

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I usually write for female characters, unless you guys want to request otherwise, I don't want to exclude anyone. See down below at the lists of dos and don’ts for me and my writing! 

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Requests are open and welcome, ask away.

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What I will write: 

 Smut

Fluff

Hurt to comfort

Light Bondage

Angst

I'm also open to writing for your ocs if you wish.

I will write about my ocs as well.

Dom and Sub

Character Redemption or Character Condemnation

AU

Tame Kinks

What I won’t write: 

I won’t write about hard core slapping during intimate scenes (Only booty taps)

Being called slut or whore, or partners being disrespectful to each other (unless it’s during an argument and they don’t mean it later) 

Nothing with an excessive amount of spit, and hard-core bdsm. 

Won’t write about incest, unless it’s for the Game of Thrones franchise.

Nothing derogatory or abusive (Unless it's for a specific setting)

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RULES FOR MY PAGE: No destructive criticism, no negative comments, if you don’t like my writing then don’t read it, please (Constructive Criticism is welcomed)

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Fandoms and Characters I will write for: 

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Baldur’s Gate 3: 

Astarion

Shadowheart

Gale

Durge

Tav

Ocs

Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Fives

Rex

Wolffe

Anakin 

Obi-Wan

Plo Koon 

Hondo

Ahsoka

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Ocs

Fallout 4: 

Hancock

Nick Valentine

Nate 

Nora

Danse

Piper

Mara (R4)

Heather 

Ellen

Yekvad Company (My OCs)

Ocs

Skyrim: 

Rumarin

Vilkas

Harkon

Roggi Knot-Beard

Ondolemar

Inigo

Lucien

Serana

Dragonborn

Caryalind

Taliesin 

Ocs

True Blood: 

Eric Northman 

Sookie Stackhouse 

Jason Stackhouse 

Jessica Hamby

Ocs

Witcher (Netflix and Witcher 3): 

Geralt 

Yennefer

Jaskier

Ciri

Ocs

LOTR: 

Legolas

Aragorn 

Thranduil 

Kili

Ocs

GOT: 

The Hound (Sandor Clegane)

Jon Snow 

Jaime Lannister

Ocs

[prettymuchdolansbitch]

Her | Pt. 2 (Nick Mara)

Nick’s POV:

As I opened the door, I saw Y/N pulling out of the driveway. “Wait!” I screamed and ran towards the gate in nothing but sweats. I saw her car go even faster down the street. “Fuck!” I screamed and slammed on the gate.

Dogs began barking and I ran inside the house looking for my phone. “Fuck! Where is it?!” I screamed at the couch. As I began flipping cushions over, Ed came out yawning.

“What’re you looking for?” He asked. “I need my phone. And i was so drunk last night that i don’t remember where i put it, or what I said to make Y/n livid.” I laid down on the floor searching under the couch.

“Wait what?” Ed said scratching his head. “Dude just help me find my phone and i’ll explain while i text y/n” I ran to my room with Ed following. Ed grabbed the pair of jeans that were neatly folded on my console desk. My phone fell out from the folding along with my wallet and keys.

“Oh thank god.” I snatched up my phone and sat down. Ed sat on the edge of my bed waiting for an explanation of what happened. I texted y/n quickly asking if we can talk. when she didn’t answer, i figured she’s still driving. i type a quick “just lmk when you’re home safe” I put my phone away and see Ed staring at me.

“she asked- well stated that i said that i’m still in love with Alexys. I fucked up and said we were together for a while. Like she can’t blame me. right?” I asked while biting my nails. A habit I knew y/n hated.

“I hate to tell you this, but you’re fucked. Her asking was your chance to possibly save yourself depending on what route Y/n was taking.” Ed said and stood up. “Listen. Y/n’s chill. Just give her a little bit of time. Don’t force her to talk yet. Too many emotions are present right now..” Ed walked out of the room. I sat there with my phone waiting for a response from her.

Y/N’s POV:

I got home in less than 20 minutes. Usually it’s a good 40 minutes to get to my house, but i didn’t feel like being outside anymore. As soon as you saw the texts from Nick, you decide to shut your phone off for the day. You didn’t want to communicate with anyone right now.

After a binging session on Netflix, you get bored of it. You look outside and realize the sun is already about to set. You open your drawer next to your bed and pull out your bong and your bag of weed. You open your balcony door and sit in your hanging chair. You set everything up and see the sun is going down. You turned your phone on for the first time all day. A bunch of notifications popped up but you ignored it and played your music. After each hit, you immediately feel all emotion leave your body.

Nick on the other hand was a mess. Ed has warned everyone what happened. Zion tried making him play basketball, but he refused to get out of bed. Brandon needed him in the home studio for a song he was working on. Usually Nick would do it no questions asked, but he didn’t even answer the door for Brandon. Austin offered to cook for him. He didn’t even feel an ounce of hunger.

Nick would go in and out of sleep. When he was awake, he was just staring at his phone waiting for some sort of response or update from you. He knew he didn’t even deserve that considering he broke your heart; not the other way around.

Nick shot up as he got a notification you posted on your snapchat story. He opened it immediately and saw that you were home, smoking. Nick felt a sudden burst of confidence and swiped up. “So you can post but not answer my texts?” He sent it without re-thinking what he was saying.

You weren’t surprised when you saw Nick had messaged you seconds after you posted. You swiped to see what he said, but not all the way so he doesn’t know you read it.

You wanted to laugh. You couldn’t believe what you were reading. “This kid has the audacity to even give me the slightest bit of attitude.” You thought to yourself.

You weren’t going to ruin your high with his bullshit. You were of course sad because you love the kid. But you’re so close to losing it at the same time. You block him on everything. He had no chance of reaching you.

2 weeks later

The first couple days after the breakup, Nick moped around the house. He’s now just getting back into the studio and dancing again. Only Brandon and Nick went to the studio as everyone else recorded their parts.

Zion had texted you saying Nick shouldn’t be home for the day and you can pick up your stuff. As Brandon was playing the soundtrack back for Nick to hear, he got caught up in his phone. Zion was texting Brandon updates and how long they have to keep Nick in the studio.

Nick notices Brandon’s typing a lot and tries to get his attention. Brandon snapped out of his trance and tries to avoid Nick’s glare. “What’s got you so worked up?” Nick said pausing the music.

“Don’t get mad. Um.. Y/n’s at the house getting all her stuff..” Nick’s eyes bugged out. “SHES WHAT?! I need to go. I need to talk to her.” Nick began running around gathering his stuff. “Nick i don’t think that’s a good idea. I-“ “Brandon please. I never even got the chance to even try and apologize. I just need to talk to her” Nick was about to run out the door.

“She doesn’t want to see you!” Brandon yelled before Nick fully got out the door. Nick turned and saw Brandon now standing up. “She told us. She is really done, she’s moving back up near her mom in San Francisco” Brandon said not daring to look at Nick, who must be livid.

“And you guys hid that from me?! Whatever. Just I at least need to try. Because if I don’t, then.. then I’ll probably hate myself more than she already does.” Nick ran out and conveniently there was a cab out front.

Nick jumped in and told the guy the address to the house. Before the driver drove off, the door opened again. “Sorry man. I got you on the extra tip.” Brandon said settling in. “Dude why are you here” Nick said. “Well, i’m not gonna leave you alone. and you left your wallet in the studio.” Brandon handed him the wallet and they both stared out the window.

You were in Nick’s room searching for anything that was yours. You had a box full of his stuff and just left it in front of the closet. Zion sat in Nick’s chair and watched as you packed everything.

“So this is it? We’re never gonna see you again?” You laughed. “I’ll come back soon. Just I can’t be in the same vicinity right now.” You saw your necklace on the dresser in the same spot you left it. You sighed. “I think that’s it.” You looked away and gathered whatever you had.

Zion walked you to the door. Ed and Austin were standing at the door as well. “We’ll miss you.” Austin said hugging you. “You guys aren’t gonna make this easy huh.” “Nope” Ed said hugging you. “Bye guys. Thanks for this, again” Zion opened the door for you and you saw a cab pull in behind your car.

“Seriously!” You yelled before seeing the back door open. Nick’s head popped out. The car was close enough so you could hear what he said to the driver.

“Just keep it running, and do not move. You move, she leaves alright?” The guy shrugged and put the car in park.

At this point you’re at your car and everyone’s outside. The boys are standing at the door and Brandon is by the cab.

“Just give me a chance to talk. I mean you have to now, you have no way out.” You rolled your eyes. “I can easily just drive through your fence if I please” You smile and go to put your stuff in your trunk. Nick stops you from moving.

“You can, but you want to listen. If you didn’t, i know you’d be through the fence already.” Nick said and he was right. “You have 5 minutes.”

“Fine. You gotta believe me, I know i fucked up and i am so so sorry. I am in love with you. I literally can’t live without you. You can ask all of them. Today was my first good day in weeks.” You looked over at the guys and they all nodded. “And why ‘was’ it your first good day. It’s only 3 in the afternoon.” You crossed your arms.

“Because there’s a chance today might be the day i lose you completely.” You finally looked into his eyes to see if there was any sense of a lie. You don’t think you’ve ever seen his eyes so gentle and hopeful.

“Just one more shot. And if i ever fuck up again, which will probably be never, I’ll let you go as you wish.” He was practically begging. You sighed. You nodded.

“A nod? What does that mean? What does that-“ Nick said slowly freaking out. “You got your shot” You pout jokingly. Nick picked you up and spun you around. The guys started cheering around you. “Oh stop. But i’m still moving. If you really want to see me, you’ll drive” You laugh.

“Baby, I’d walk to SanFran if i want to see you.” You shook your head and hugged him. He kissed your head and rested his chin on your head. You came back to your senses after all the butterflies had settled. You punched Nick in the gut and he fell to the floor.

“That’s for breaking me. But we’re even now” You laugh as you help him up. “Fair enough.” Nick paid the guy and he drove off right away probably annoyed Nick wasted his time. He wasn’t wrong though, if there was no car in the way, you would’ve left.

“Thank you y/n. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you.” Nick whispered so that only you could hear. You were skeptical, but happy to have him back in your arms.

[prettymuchboo]

MASTERLIST

fluff [ f ]

angst [ a ]

sensual [ s ]

trigger warning [ t ]

PRETTYMUCH 

SERIES ;

Love certain ones, but never get attached to them ch.1 - ch.2

[ a ] Oblivion ch.1

ONE-SHOTS ;

Zion Kuwonu :

Right My Wrongs  [ a ]

The Sidechick [ a ] [ s ]

Redamancy [ f ] [ s ]

Everything I need [ f ]

Late night swim [ f ] [ s ]

Brandon Arreaga :

Fluff [ f ]

Needy [ f ] [ s ]

Rest your brain [ f ]

Signs [ f ] [ s ] 

Nick Mara :

Is there more? [ f ]

Jealousy [ t ]

No longer friends [ s ] [ t ]

Austin Porter :

Love bites [ s ]

Edwin Honoret :

Morning cuddles [ f ]

HEADCANONS ;

PM in Highschool 

PM in a Haunted House

[beanzybrandon]

Hey y’all, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around lately.

I’ve been working on a book of poetry lately!! I’m really proud of what I have thus far and I would really appreciate if you guys would check out the tumblr I have associated with it. @sometimesmybrainworks !!

Please like and share the posts, I would love to gain some more traction so we can hopefully self-publish or garner the attention of publishing houses.

[morningfears]

Cherry

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “#4 and #8 with nick maybe breeding kink only if you want” - “Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you.” + “Keep going. If you stop, I stop.” for anon. | Ft. Breeding kink (unprotected sex; be safe, kids), little bit of daddy kink, vaguely dom!Nick.

Word Count: 3.3k

The house had finally fallen silent, the lack of noise welcome after spending the day babysitting two cheerful toddlers. There were no more cartoons to be heard, no more giggles and coos, and a small part of you missed the noise as you shuffled around the living room, picking up toys and straightening the couch cushions. A larger part, however, relished in the silence and ached to pop open a bottle of wine to enjoy as a reward for surviving the day. Your brother and his wife had just left, their two precious girls in tow, and you found yourself fantasizing about a relaxing bath as you dropped the last doll into the little box of toys you kept for the days they asked you to babysit.

Nick, who loved being Uncle Nick almost as much as you loved seeing him play the part, was busy in the kitchen, washing the dishes the four of you had dirtied throughout the day. His hair was still mussed from where the girls had tugged and played - both were in the ‘tugging at anything within their grasp’ phase - and he had a streak of pink on his cheek where the youngest had gotten him with a marker. He was clearly exhausted, the slump of his shoulders an indicator of how great a toll the day had taken on him, but he still wore a small smile on his lips as he hummed along to a song you only vaguely recognized.

You leaned against the counter, your elbows resting against the cool granite, as you watched him move around the kitchen. He could feel your eyes on him, could feel the weight of your stare against his skin, but he paid you no mind as he returned the items you’d both left scattered around the room to their rightful places. The moment he returned the last utensil to the correct drawer, he turned to face you and held his hand out for you to grab.

The moment you took his hands, he tugged you closer and placed his hands on your hips. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as he began to sway the pair of you. “What’re you doing?” you asked, your voice quiet as you giggled.

Nick hummed, his hands firm on your waist as he began to lead you in a slow dance around the kitchen. “Dancing with my girl,” he answered after a beat of silence, “something wrong with that?”

You met his gaze, his eyes shining with love and adoration as he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “No, Nicky,” you hummed, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you moved to rest your head on his chest, “nothing wrong with that at all.”

Nick smiled at your response, his heart warming at the feeling of you melting into his embrace, as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. There was no music, only the rhythmic beating of his heart as you leaned your head on his chest, but neither of you minded as he lead you around the kitchen. Dancing around the kitchen was simultaneously familiar and somewhat foreign. This was something you’d done before, usually on nights when you’d had too much to drink or you were both in a more playful mood, but it had never been so soft. It was different, but it felt right.

You remained quiet, content to allow Nick to dance to his heart’s content, but he had other things on his mind. As he swayed, his fingers brushing your skin as they dipped beneath the hem of your top, he quietly stated, “Today was fun, ma. We should do that again sometime.”

“It was,” you agree as you lift your head to meet his eyes again. You smile at the look on his face, a soft smile and a gentle look in his eyes, before you add, “I told them we’d look after them anytime they needed a sitter.”

Nick hesitated for a moment, a brief flicker of nerves clouding his eyes, before he sighed, “I can’t wait to have one of our own. I know it’s a little early but we’re gonna have a beautiful family.”

The pair of you hadn’t talked about children at length yet. You knew that Nick wanted children and you knew that you wanted them, too. He’d mentioned having children with you before, usually in a joking manner (often in the form of complimenting what a beautiful couple you made), but this was the first time he’d stated it in a way that meant something.

You weren’t ready yet, neither of you were and you knew that, but you couldn’t help sharing his sentiment. “It is a little early,” you agreed as moved your hands to cup his cheeks, “but, yeah. Someday, we’ll have a beautiful little family. I don’t even want to think about how spoiled our kids are gonna be. Between the two of us, they won’t stand a chance.”

“Who’s gonna play the bad cop?” Nick asked, a grin on his lips as he leaned in to ghost his over yours, “If our kids have your eyes, I won’t be able to tell them no.”

“Shut up,” you laughed before you closed the distance to press your lips to his in a chaste kiss, “you can be tough when you want to be. You know how to put me in my place when I’m being a brat.”

“Mm, that’s a little different, ma,” he teased with a grin as he squeezed your hips, “but, you’re right. I’ll have to be the tough one. You can’t punish the girls to save your life.”

“They’re just so cute,” you whined as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. “They smile and giggle and it’s just so precious. They’re babies, baby. They deserve fun.”

“I know,” he laughed as he finally stopped moving you around the kitchen. “Ours are gonna be even harder to say no to. You’re gonna have to toughen up before we have babies, ma,” he teased as he released you from his grasp and reached out to swat at your ass.

“Nicholas,” you scolded, your tone playful as you stepped away from him to search for your bottle of wine. “I was gonna ask you to take a bath with me but since you want to be a pain, you can entertain yourself,” you hummed as you grabbed the bottle from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet. 

“I was thinking I could entertain you,” he offered, a grin on his lips as he plucked the bottle and glass from your hands. “We’re not ready for babies yet but it’s never too early to start practicing.”

He smirked at you, his free hand moving to the back of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You melted into his embrace, a ball of lust forming in the pit of your stomach as you moved your hands to his hair. The idea of feeling him without a condom, of having him cum inside of you, was something you’d thought about more often than you cared to admit. You knew where he stood on the subject, the way he growled out his desire to fill you in the throes of passion told you everything you needed to know, but you’d never relented. You hadn’t wanted to take the chance, even with your birth control, but now that you knew you were on the same page about wanting children, you felt your desire overwhelming your rationality.

You knew that, no matter what happened, Nick would be there for you.

With your mind made up, you pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him. “You bring the wine, I’ll start the bath,” you informed him, your fingers releasing his hair.

Nick watched, a look of disbelief on his face as you bounded down the hall toward your bathroom. It wasn’t like you to step away from him, not when he was taking things slow and being so soft with you, but there you were, gone without a second thought. He remained in the kitchen for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm the lust swirling in the pit of his stomach, before he grabbed another glass and headed down the hall to join you.

Much to his surprise, he found you already naked. You’d shed your clothes, lit candles, and started the bath. You’d placed some sort of bath bomb in the water, a pale pink shimmer clearly noticeable in the porcelain tub, and stood bent over the edge of the tub as you swirled the water to make it dissolve a little faster.

Nick placed the wine on the counter and was quick to shed his own clothes, his t-shirt and sweatpants tossed into the laundry basket in the corner as he moved to stand behind you. His hands found your hips, his fingers cool against your heated skin as he pressed against you. You hummed, your voice quiet as you arched back against him, and he leaned in to trail kisses along your shoulders.

He glanced up, his eyes meeting his reflection in the large mirror behind your tub, and an idea hit him. From this angle, he could see everything. He could see the way your eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his lips along the nape of your neck. He could see how your nipples hardened as his hands brushed your sides, just below your ribcage. He could see the way your chest began to rise and fall just a little faster, your breath coming quicker as he nudged your feet apart with his own and the anticipation began to rise. This was the perfect position for you both to get exactly what you wanted and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Although the tub wasn’t full yet, Nick removed one hand from your body and reached out to turn the water off. Before you could question him, ask why he was interrupting your bath, he turned your head so that he could pull you into a kiss. Your lips molded together, a perfect fit, and you attempted to shift in Nick’s embrace so that you could wrap your arms round his neck, however, he kept you locked in his embrace. One hand remained cupping your jaw, keeping you in place, while the other trailed down your body. His fingers brushed at your skin, digits trailing over your stomach. He paused, briefly, his palm lingering over your belly, before he continued his descent.

“Let’s try something, ma,” he suggested, his hand dipping between your thighs. “You trust me?”

“Completely,” you answered, your voice breathless as his fingers brushed at your slit, gathering wetness. “Whatever you want, Nick. Take it.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Nick loved how you fell apart for him, how willing you were to let him take the reins, and smirked against your skin when he realized how wet you already were for him. “You really want it, huh? What’s got you so wet, ma?”

Nick’s fingers began to move a little faster between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit. He nudged your thighs a little farther apart, his free hand moving to cup your breast as he waited for your response. When you simply sighed, your lips parting in a quiet exclamation of pleasure, Nick moved to press his lips to your shoulder once more. “Answer me, ma, or you won’t get what you want,” he warned, his voice even as he glanced into the mirror to catch sight of your expression.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, your voice taking on a hint of a whine as you opened your eyes and met his in the mirror. “Fill me up, daddy, please.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as he moved to slip a finger into your heat. “You gonna let me hit it raw?” he asked, his tone clearly surprised. He’d imagined that, even while you were planning on practicing for your future, he’d still be wearing a condom.  But this was better than he could’ve imagined.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your eyes raking down your body reflected in the mirror to watch Nick’s hand work between your thighs. “Wanna feel all of you, daddy, please,” you whined as he slipped a second finger into your heat to prepare you for his cock.

“You will, ma,” he assured you, his tone soothing as he watched you squirm in his grasp, your reflection clearly displaying how much you wanted him. To him, this was the best of both worlds. He got to have you in one of his favorite positions, bent over the nearest available surface, while also getting to see your face as he fucked you. “Be a good girl for me and bend over. I want you to watch as I fuck you, princess. I wanna see those pretty eyes the entire time, you got that?”

You bit back a whine as he removed his hands from your center and breathed, “Yes, daddy,” as you bent over the edge of the tub. You gripped the edge, your hands slick, and let Nick nudge your thighs farther apart as he settled between them. You kept your eyes on the mirror, your eyes glued to his body, as he stroked his cock for a moment. He reached out and slapped your ass, his smirk growing as you bit your lip. He knew that you loved it when he spanked you, the nights where you came away with a sore ass and completely sated were your favorites, but that wasn’t on the agenda for the night.

Instead, he left well enough alone and moved to run his cock along your folds. He teased for a moment, barely brushing the tip of his cock over your entrance, before he slipped into you. He knew that neither of you would last long this round, not with this being the first time feeling one another without the barrier of a condom, so he figured he’d save the teasing for later. 

“Keep your eyes on me, ma,” he reminded you as he slipped inside and watched your eyes flutter closed. “If you stop, I stop. Remember that,” he warned as he bottomed out inside you.

You watched your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were blown wide with lust, your chest heaving as you attempted to breathe through the pleasure, and you could see what Nick praised as you watched him begin rocking his hips. You looked sinful, the epitome of lust, as his hand snaked between your legs. You watched yourself for another moment before your gaze shifted to Nick.

His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, the exertion and steam from the bathroom making his skin glisten as he drove his cock into you. His eyebrows were pinched in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched his cock disappear into your cunt, and you could tell that he was just as overwhelmed at the new feeling as you were. The feeling of him bare, nothing hindering your pleasure, was unlike anything you’d experienced and you had to force yourself to keep your eyes open as every drag of his cock against your walls felt like the first time all over again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised, his free hand gripping your waist as his thumb brushed your clit. “Feel so good around me, ma. So tight, so warm, fuck.”

You’d never been one for making too much noise during sex. You were always somewhat embarrassed, the noises leaving your lips making you slightly self-conscious, but Nick wanted nothing more than to hear you. He loved hearing your whimpers and whines. He loved hearing you scream his name, loved hearing you gasp and moan for him. So when he caught sight of you placing a hand over your mouth, he moved his hand from your clit to grab your wrist.

“Don’t cover your mouth,” he ordered, his tone firm but voice quiet as he drove into you, “I want to hear you. Let me know how I’m making you feel, ma.”

You swallowed your moans for another moment, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, as Nick’s hands grabbed both of your wrists and gathered them behind your back. He used his grip on them for leverage as he quickened his pace. Without your hands to cover your moans, you couldn’t help but let them echo around the bathroom as Nick met your eyes in the mirror. He could feel you clench around him at the sight. He looked beautiful, so focused on making sure both of you got what you wanted, and his earlier prediction came to fruition as he only had to utter, “Cum for me, ma, wanna feel you let go for me,” to toss you over the edge.

The combination of feeling him bare, the feeling of his fingers circling your clit, and watching him fuck you in the mirror was too much for you. You tightened around him, something that had him groaning your name, and came with an exclamation of his name. The feeling of you tightening around him, watching your face as he took you from behind, and the prospect of being able to cum inside of you and fill you was enough to bring him over the edge after you.

He fucked you through both of your orgasms, your moans echoing through the bathroom as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. You’d never felt that full, no matter what he’d done, and you wanted to cry as you felt him begin to pull away. However, your whimpers turned into moans as he slipped his hands between your thighs to push the cum leaking from your cunt back inside.

“Fuck, ma,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he stared at the mess between your thighs, “fuck.”

You hummed your agreement, finding yourself unable to speak as you finally closed your eyes and let Nick keep you steady. You remained where you were for a moment, still bent over the tub, before Nick reached around you to turn the faucet back on. When he stepped away after leaning you against the tub, you huffed an unhappy noise and opened your eyes to watch him move around the bathroom to grab a tissue to clean you up.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he laughed as he returned to you, “didn’t think you’d want cum in the tub. Yet.”

“Nicholas,” you huffed, your voice slightly hoarse as you slapped his shoulder. “Fuck off.”

“I could just fuck you,” he shrugged, a smirk on his lips as he returned his hands to your hips. “You know what they say, ma. Practice makes perfect. I don’t think one round’s gonna cut it.”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, your own hands moving to his hair. “Guess we should practice until we feel ready. Just to be sure, you know?”

Nick grinned at that, his teeth on display, before he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he reassured you as he reached for the wine, “we’ll be pros by the time we’re ready for the real thing.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement before you grabbed the wine glass from his hand. “I love you, too, Nick,” you returned, a smile on your lips as he helped you into the tub, “so much.”

The timing wasn’t right yet but, as he mentioned, practice makes perfect. The pair of you never settled for anything less and this time, you knew without a shadow of a doubt, would be no different.

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Author’s Note: Happy New Year, pals. Well, it’s NYE. But, still. I haven’t written smut smut in a while so this was fun. I’m in my Nick feelings at the moment. But also lowkey Brandon? And always Zion, tbh. I just. Need to pick a lane. Also, because there’s an overlap between the PM and CNCO fandoms, I’ve been reading fics for them and I need to not. Also, my nieces are precious and this was kinda soft but also not really so. I dunno. Okay, welp. I’m gonna go watch The Simpsons and ring in the new year with my dog because I’m still at home and would very much like to go back to my apartment.

[justsimplypretty]

better - (z.k.)

Storyline: Zion’s only concern? Making sure his girl is more than satisfied. 

Author’s Note: This sat in my drafts for for a minute while I struggled on which guy to write this about. Ultimately, Zion was the only one who fit. Swear I don’t know what this boy is doing to me. 

Warning: Smut warning

Word count: 2.1k

•••••

Your feet had barely made two steps past the front door of your boyfriends place before your best friends were dragging you to the dance floor. Giving you zero chance to begin hunting down Zion at yet another massive house party the boys were throwing.

You and Zion had been dating for a little over five months now and it was honestly paradise. He was a gentleman, always being a little more soft with you than he appeared to friends and social media. But it was no secret you played hard to get when he first showed interest in you, returning text late on purpose, never letting him get too close, and making yourself seem too busy anytime he asked if you were available. So he never fails to constantly remind you that the work it took to get you makes him only work harder to keep you.

As the third song had come to an end, your eyes found themselves meeting Zion’s across the room for the first time all night. A smile beamed across your face as the sight of him instantly brought you peace in the midst of surrounding chaos. He gave his thigh a light pat, indicating for you to come over to him. You slid your way through the crowd with many excuse me’s and sorry’s spilling from your lips over the maxed volume speakers, trying to make your way to your boyfriend. After what felt like an eternity, you were finally met face to face with that sexy smirk of his, admiring you from head to toe as you sat down on his lap with your legs crossed.

“Sorry to interrupt your fun, but all I could think when I saw you out there dancing was damn, who’s girl is that? Cause she lookin too fucking fine tonight” Zion said jokingly as if he’d never met you before.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at his little game, but continued to play along. “Hate to break it to you but I’m taken. You may have heard of him before... Zion Kuwonu? Singer... super tall... dreads... looking incredibly sexy tonight?” you listed as your eyes scanned him up and down.

“Don’t think I know him but he’s gotta know how damn lucky he is to have you” he said giving you a quick kiss as you felt the warmth on your cheeks build up.

It was true though. The way his thick silver chain hung around his neck as his golden locks moved along to every word he said... he looked irresistible. And you didn’t know if it was the party atmosphere or just the way he lightly bit his lip when looking at you... but you were starting to feel a certain kind of way towards him that you’d never felt before.

You and Zion had made an agreement when you first started dating to take it slow. He wanted to make sure you didn’t feel like “just another girl” to him. Plus, you’d explained to him going in that you weren’t as experienced as he was, only having had sex with your ex a couple of times which... needless to say... was slightly underwhelming. You told Zion how with your ex, it always felt rushed and you never felt pleasured during the process.

“That pisses me off” Zion had previously said when you first explained this to him. “Look, I know we’re taking things slow and all but I want you to know that when that time does come for us... I promise pleasuring you will be the only thing on my mind” he’d replied as serious as ever.

But at this point, you didn’t want to wait any longer. You were over taking it slow and all you wanted Zion to do was take you... fast. You pressed your lips onto his ear and whispered the best you could over the noise.

“Kinda wish we were alone right now...” you continued. Zion looked at you with shocked eyes and raised brows.

“I think that can be arranged...if you’re being serious” he said wanting to confirm before becoming too excited.

“Take me from here and maybe you’ll find out” you said winking an him. Zion quickly got up with eager eyes and intertwined your hands as he navigated his way through the now overcrowded party, passing by Brandon on the way.

“Hey B, um I might be a little occupied tonight so keep things under control and well... try not to need me” he whispered as he used his head to point in your direction, trying to subtly hint to him why he didn’t want to be bothered.

“OH... you got it Z no worries you guys just... enjoy yourselves” Brandon replied quickly catching on as he winked at the two of you. He headed down the hall way and disappeared back into the party.

“Oh trust me... we will” Zion said as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing the door to his room open with his free hand.

•••••

Making out had turned intense rather quickly and before you knew it, you were straddled across Zion’s lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, both hands tightly grabbing your ass as his lips continued to explore your mouth. The muffled sounds of Better by Khalid play in the distance of the party, only setting the mood even more.

“Baby... if we keep going like this I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back” Zion said, referring to all the previous times when he’d have to stop your heated make out sessions before anything that was the opposite of “taking it slow” happened. But you didn’t want to stop this time. You wanted it all and you wanted it with Zion right now. You proceeded to pull your black mini dress over your body, indicating that you wanted to keep going.

“Fuck..” Zion let slip from his mouth as his eyes scanned you up and down. He was in complete awe witnessing you in your black lace matching set.

You giggled a little at his reaction as proceeded to get down on your knees. You immediately started to unzip his ripped jeans and pull them off past his ankles, flinging them across the room. Without even thinking about it, your hands went straight for his boxers before you quickly felt Zion’s tight grip around your wrist.

“What are you doing?” Zion said, helping you up. You were extremely confused. Why did he stop you? Isn’t this what he wanted? It’s what every guy wants right?

“I was just trying to make you feel good Z” you said with a concerned look on your face.

“Remember what I told you baby... pleasuring you is the only focus tonight. I want you to know what it feels like to feel good...” Zion replied as he picked you up and laid your back softly onto the bed. “I wanna find out what makes you moan... what makes you scream... what makes your legs shake uncontrollably... I wanna know it all” he continued as he placed soft wet kisses down your body.

Your back arched slightly off the bed while you were left in complete shock. No guy had ever taken the time to find out what pleased you. Your ex’s only concern, making himself feel good. But not Zion. He was different. And the lust in his eyes as he slowly made his way down only told how serious he was about this.

He slowly slid the lace off your hips and threw them to the side. “Now I want you to be vocal with me baby and tell me how everything makes you feel... can you do that for me princess?” He said, awaiting you to confirm before he proceeded. You nodded quickly as Zion’s mouth met with your heat and licked a long strip up. You groaned at the pleasure that drew through your whole body. He continued connecting his lips, using his tongue in ways you never even imagined possible.

“F-fuck Z...” you moaned loudly, completely consumed by the magic his mouth was creating.

“You like that baby?” He said as he picked up the speed, only causing you to scream his name louder. You could tell he was driven by it. By the sounds escaping your still glossed lips and the way your thighs tried to close around him from over fulfillment. You were a mess. More than you’d ever been before. You didn’t know how a feeling like this was even possible considering he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

“Ugh I-I think I’m gonna c-cum” you tried to speak to him through stuttered words as your hands continued to intertwine with his locks.

“Go ahead baby I wanna be right here when you cum for me” Zion said as his mouth continued to suck on your most sensitive area repeatedly. His words were enough to instantly send you over the edge, your body trembling at the sensation. You’d never felt anything quite like it before.

Zion spent little time moving forward as he instantly undressed what was left of him and unclasped your bra, seeing you for the first time ever completely naked in front of him. “What? Is something wrong?” you said instantly becoming insecure by his long stares.

“No not at all... you’re just fucking perfect...all of you is just... seesh” Zion replied, causing you to become flustered by his words. You could tell from his bottom half how eager he was becoming and you instantly started to feel the same. “You sure you’re ready to do this mamas?” he continued.

“Yes, I’m sure. God so sure.” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He gave your neck multiple kisses, some you were sure would definitely scar by morning, and began lining himself up with you. He teased your folds a little as you began squirming underneath him. “Zionnn...” you trailed as your eyes closed tightly and your back rose off the bed.

“What’s the magic word princess?” he said continuing to tease.

“Ugh please baby please I need you” you said, just begging for him to take you over. He gave you a devilish smirk before sinking himself inside of you. Your head instantly rolling back at the feeling. Zion was bigger than you’d imagined, but the feeling of him stretching you out slowly turned into pleasure.

“Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me... so wet” Zion said as he kept a slow rhythm. “How does it feel angel tell me how you feel?” he continued just wanting the focus to be on you.

“S-so good Z.. fuck... faster baby” you said, just wanting to continue feeling every inch of him. Zion wasted little time picking up the speed, now diving into you at an ungodly rate. Your screams were filling the room as too was the sound of your bodies crashing together.

“Damn, I never knew your moans were so sexy... fuck... I’ll never get tired of hearing you” he said only encouraging your vocalism. Zion felt better than anything you’d ever experienced and in this moment, you couldn’t help but wonder why the hell you ever waited so long to feel this. A feeling you now couldn’t imagine your life without.

It was clear at this point you weren’t going to last much longer and by the now sloppy rhythm of Zion’s strokes... neither was he. “Has anyone ever made you feel this good baby? Huh?” Zion said as his hand cupped your face causing your eyes to open and stare deep into his.

“N-no never... only you baby fuck only you...” you said being completely honest with him. “Baby... I’m cumming again” you cried as your body was reaching its climax for the second time that night. Hearing these words drove him wildly insane and over the edge.

“Cum with me princess I want you to cum right now around me” he said as you both went over. It was euphoric, how clear it was now that your bodies were completely made for each other. Every moan and groan that left his mouth sounding like music to your ears.

Zion rolled over beside you, catching his breath before pulling you in close to him. “Fuck.. I’m in so much trouble now” he whispered close to your ear, causing confusion to wash your face.

“And why is that?” you replied in question.

“If that was only our first time... you’re going to fucking ruin me baby.” he said. “I just can’t get enough of you” Zion continued as his eyes slowly began to close. He was right though. If this was only the first time, Zion had you hooked. Nothing was ever going to compare to the way he had just made you feel and all you could think about before you dozed off was that you could have him... anytime... anywhere... however you wanted. And that this was only the start of it all for the two of you.

[znaeb]

heyy!can you do an imagine in which reader visits the boys on tour and has to share a bunk with one of them?surprise me with the pairing ;) p.s.love your writing style!!

Poor Planning // N.M.

You were so excited to visit your best friend Brandon, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside of you as the plane landed. You grabbed your carryon from the overhead compartment and made your way through the airport to find the group of boys who were picking you up. 

you looked around the airport for them, smiling when you saw Zion’s head peeking out over the top of a small group of people. 

“Guys!” you called towards them, waving when they heard your voice and turned towards you. You both rushed forward, immediately being engulfed in a big hug from Austin. Zion was quick to follow, but Edwin and Brandon hung back. 

“Hey, B… Ed?” you smiled and furrowed your eyebrows, “um, is everything okay?” 

“I–,” Brandon accidentally cut himself off with a sneeze and then a weird half-sneeze-half-cough, “I’m pretty sure i have the flu…” he sighed and looked upset. 

“and I’m pretty sure he gave me the flu…” Edwin shook his head and crossed his arms. 

“Yeah, they’re supposed to be resting, but Brandon he just had to come with us to get you.” Zion rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Aw, I’m so sorry, B.” you frowned and quickly squeezed his shoulder. 

As you all walked towards the car parked outside you and Brandon stayed slightly behind as the other three walked ahead. 

“Where’s Nick?” you questioned. 

“He was busy,” Brandon answered nonchalantly. 

You nodded, unsurprised. You and Nick had never gotten along well. Your interactions were rarely pleasant, both of you taking every opportunity to land a good zinger and make the other mad. It was one of the reasons you were hesitant to visit the boys while they were on tour, you didn’t want to spend the whole trip frustrated and arguing with Nick.

on the drive home, you had so much fun talking with the boys, even stopping at taco bell to grab some food. when the car arrived back at the lot where the bus was parked you all spilled out and rushed towards the tour-bus to play Super Smash Bros. Feeling the need to reclaim your title as queen of the game when Zion claimed that he could beat you. 

When you walked in Nick was sitting on the couch on his phone, already seeming annoyed by your presence, rolling his eyes when you said ‘hi’ to him. 

“Oh, we brought you taco bell,” you said as kindly as you could and handed him the takeaway bag. smiling smugly at the surprised expression on his face. 

“Thanks,” he said curtly and nodded in your direction. 

the tension was impossible to miss and the other boys stood there in awkward silence until Austin spoke up saying, “well then, let’s play smash bros.”

Nick left the room as you began to play and your blood boiled, you were so confused and annoyed by his behavior. you’d never done anything to him. 

—-

later that night you ran into a problem… you didn’t know where you were supposed to sleep. Brandon and Edwin were obviously out because you weren’t down to catch the flu, and Zion and Austin were both too large to share their tiny bunks. 

you brought the problem to Brandon and his suggestion was simple, “I’ll ask Nick if you can share with him.” he shrugged and stood up, obviously he didn’t fully understand the deep-seated issues between you and Nick. you protested but he was adamant that he could get Nick to act reasonably. needless to say, you did not share his certainty. 

you stayed in the main area of the bus and waited as he went to talk to Nick, cringing as you imagined the conversation that was about to ensue. 

Nick stormed out from the bunk area holding a pillow and blanket, looking at you with annoyance painted all over his face before throwing his things down on the small seating area, which could barely be considered a couch, and saying, “my bunk’s the middle one on the left.” 

“I didn’t tell Brandon to ask you. I’ll sleep out here, you don’t have to.” you apologized sincerely, never wanting to kick him out of his own bed. 

“Just take it, I really don’t feel like pissing off Brandon.” he rolled his eyes at you and laid down, pulling out his phone. 

“thank you, Nick.” you tried to show your appreciation, but you were practically ignored. you mumbled a ‘goodnight’ before walking into the bunk area. 

—-

on the third night you turned in early, Brandon and Edwin were slowly recovering but very worn out from performing and afraid that they could still be contagious.

you’d been laying in bed for a while and you were hovering right on the edge of sleep when the bunk curtain was pulled back and your shoulder was nudged repeatedly.

“Hey, scoot the fuck over,” Nick spoke gruffly, rubbing his eyes. 

“Nick? what time is it?” you asked offhandedly and began to move to the side. 

“it’s one AM and my back fucking hurts,” he said rudely as he climbed into the bunk and sighed in relief at the soft mattress under his body. 

“I told you I’d sleep in there,” you said defensively and looked over at him.

“I don’t even care, just let me sleep please.” he groaned and rolled onto his side, facing your direction but still a reasonable distance from you. you didn’t respond, trying to avoid more unnecessary conflict.  

you looked at him for a moment. he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a small gold chain around his neck. his hair was messy and his closed eyelids fluttered every now and then. 

you’d always thought that Nick was very attractive, you even had a small crush on him when you first met– before you realized how unpleasant he was. you huffed and rolled onto your side to face away from him, wrapping your blanket around yourself and closing your eyes to sleep. 

—-

you woke up at around four AM. you were comfortable, but something was off. it wasn’t until you began to roll onto your back that you felt the arm wrapped around your middle, the legs intertwined with yours, and the head nestled in the crook of your neck. your eyes snapped open and you looked down to see a sleeping Nick practically wrapped around you. 

you didn’t know how to react. on the one hand, this was very weird and unexpected… but on the other, you didn’t want to wake him up and cause awkwardness where you didn’t have to. 

one of your arms was trapped underneath his neck and the other was wrapped around his shoulder. he began to stir so, flustered, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. you felt him lift his head and do the same thing you were just doing– trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. 

he began to pull away and you thought that this weird situation was over, but instead, you heard the bunk curtain be pulled closed and then felt his arms come back to wrap tightly around your body. 

you hated to admit it to yourself, but this made you very happy. his skin was warm against yours and his strong arms held you perfectly. with one hand, his fingers played with the ends of your hair and the other spread across your lower back, holding you to him comfortably. 

you both fell back asleep after a while and when you woke up the next morning you were separated, both your backs turned towards the other. 

—-

although neither of you acknowledged what had happened– as far as you knew he didn’t even know that you were awake, the tone changed in your relationship. you didn’t become best friends by any means, but there were no more rude remarks or jabs, he even helped you climb down from the bunk when you got up since your legs couldn’t reach the floor.     

the other boys noticed and were understandably confused. at one point Brandon mentioned it and you and Nick shared a look before shrugging and continuing to eat your breakfast, leaving him even more confused than before. 

Brandon and Edwin had a doctor’s appointment and the other three boys went to practice the choreography for their show so you were alone on the bus for a little while. 

you used the opportunity to take a quick shower, then got dressed in a comfy oversized tee shirt and small athletic shorts and started to head out to the main area of the bus. you stopped in your tracks when you saw Nick sitting at the small booth in the main area, elbows leaned on the table. 

you made brief eye contact with him as you entered but looked away quickly and went to the kitchenette to get a snack. in your peripheral vision, you saw him stand, but you didn’t look over even when you felt him getting closer to you.

you jumped when his hands softly landed on your hips, your whole body stiffening. 

“I know you were awake last night,” he said softly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“W-what?” you stuttered, feigning confusion. 

one of his hands wrapped further around you and pulled your back into his front, the other hand moved a piece of your hair to give him room to place his chin on your shoulder. 

“I felt your heartbeat speed up when i held you… i felt your breathing speed up,” he said, turning his head to look at the side of your face and waiting for you to respond. 

“I…” you sighed and looked around the room, trying to gather your thoughts, “i was nervous…” 

“Why?” the question was impossible to answer seeing as you had no idea why you were nervous.

“I don’t know.” you shook your head, you could feel your cheeks heating up and you turned your face away so that he couldn’t see you blush. 

“Look at me,” he said sternly, his deep voice somehow making you listen. you turned your face to look at him and were met with kind eyes, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“What?” you questioned anxiously. 

“I liked it…” he said quietly, his hand playing with the bottom of your shirt. 

“you… liked it? what?” you scoffed in disbelief. 

“yeah,” he spoke calmly, “i liked it.” 

he then pulled away and looked at you as he stepped towards the door of the bus, he then turned fully and left. leaving you feeling flustered, your mind racing. 

a few moments later Brandon and Edwin arrived back from their appointment and you had to pretend like everything was normal. 

—-

as you watched their show that night, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting over to Nick. thankfully, because of the intense lights they had shining on him, he wasn’t able to see you well enough to notice. 

you wouldn’t say that you were looking forward to going to bed tonight, but you were certainly curious if he would try something. your interaction earlier that day had jarred you and you weren’t sure how to proceed. 

after the show, you all went out and got drinks. you ended up getting back to the bus late, all of the boys pretty drunk. you giggled at them as they stumbled around the bus looking for different things. 

you got ready for bed quickly, putting on a big tee shirt and boyshorts then washing your face and brushing your teeth. you migrated back to the bunk area, peeking your head into the main room to say goodnight to the boys on the way. 

when you got to Nick’s bunk you climbed in and covered yourself with the blanket, then pulled out your phone and began scrolling through Instagram and checking in with your friends at home. you looked over when you heard someone in the hallway next to the bunk, peeking through the small gap between the wall and the curtain and saw Nick slipping on a shirt, hair wet from the shower. 

you watched carefully as he pulled back the curtain and climbed into bed, shutting off your phone and placing it to the side. he laid facing you, arms crossed in front of his chest. at that moment you wanted nothing more than to lean forward and bury your face in his chest and feel the fabric of his soft, dark green tee shirt against your skin. 

you lifted your hand and played with the fabric on the sleeve of his shirt, his eyes stayed glued to your face as he considered his next move. he sighed, throwing caution to the wind, placing a hand on your hip and pulling you into him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed in contentment. he buried his head in your neck and ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Hi.” you smiled and played with the hair at the back of his head. 

“Hi there,” he whispered back, smiling against your shoulder. you scratched his back gently as he did the same to you.     

you giggled when he wrapped his hand around the back of your thigh and pulled it to drape over his waist, his hand then resting on top of it, thumb caressing your skin. 

“Hey, Nick?” you whispered softly, unable to keep yourself from questioning this whole situation. 

“Hm?” he responded sleepily, hand moving to rest on your side. 

“What does this… mean?” you struggled to find the proper words to ask him. 

“I’m not sure,” he answered truthfully and then moved his head to look at you, “But i know that I don’t want it to stop.” 

you looked at him for a moment before asking the question that had been on the tip of your tongue, “Why were you always so mean to me?” you asked earnestly, hoping that the answer isn’t hurtful. 

“Because Brandon liked you… so i couldn’t like you too because that would make me a bad friend,” he said, looking into your eyes and nodding his head once to make his point, “then after that, i didn’t know how to change the dynamic so i just let it stay the same.” 

“But Brandon has a girlfriend.” you shook your head, not fully buying his answer. 

“He didn’t two years ago when he introduced you to us,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Shit…” you stared at his face as you realized that what he was saying was true. you knew that Brandon had feelings for you at one time, but you didn’t know about them until after they were long gone. 

“Yeah.” he chuckled at you and then bit his lip, “I’m sorry about all that by the way,” he said honestly.

“I’m not upset about it… i wasn’t too kind either.” you cringed as you thought back to some of your past conversations with him, wishing you could reclaim your words. 

“I’m not worried about it.” he smiled and shifted slightly closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. 

“Okay.” you smiled and played with the collar of his shirt, pulling at a loose thread and then looking back to meet his eyes. 

you fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. both of you uncertain about the future, but excited by it at the same time. 

****

This is a long one guys! idk why but this request just sent me, man. it’s like purely fluff, but lemme know if you want me to write a part 2 that goes in a different direction or one that keeps going in a similar direction to this :P Thanks for the fun request @prettydamnmuchinlove !

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admire (z.k)

prompt: “falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan, but i don’t regret that i did’ 

requested: no. i’m just soft and i wrote this in class today

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

you tied your braids up, the ponytail brushing uncomfortably across your bare back. daniel caesar played softly through the bathroom as you washed your face, being alerted as zion walked in singing quietly. you fell back in love with him as your eyes drifted across his shape. he sported only a pair of sweats which he let hang low on his waist. you ducked your head down, rinsing your face before catching a towel that zion aimed at you with a small laugh. you patted your face dry, opening your eyes as you felt arms snake their way around your waist, pulling you back. you stumbled back two paces before your body was flush against his chest. the silk of your bralette cooled his chest down, his eyes falling half closed as his hand splayed flat across your stomach. you looked at him in the mirror only to see him not looking back at you, instead he was looking down at you, his eyes tracing your face from above. you let your head fall back, hitting his chest as he placed his cheek on the top of your head. he finally looked into the mirror, your eyes connecting as your face heated up. 

you pulled one of his hands off your stomach, laughing under your breath as he whined. ‘so i try to show you love and this is what you pull’ you shook your head as you walked out of the room, popping your head into the room to pucker your lips at him before you dodged back out. he ambled to the doorway watching as you carefully made your way through the cluttered room. he bit the inside of your cheek, a smile playing on his lips as you pulled one of his prettymuch sweatshirts on, allowing you to be swallowed by the fabric. 

you let out a grunt as you threw yourself onto the bed, rolling over to the wall before burrowing under the blanket. he turned the light off, the dull glow from the lights that lined your headboard lit his way to the bed where he climbed in quietly. he smiled at you as you moved closer to him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he lifted his arm, inviting you into his hold, sighing as you moved to him, resting your head on his chest. you moved one of your legs in between his and picked up one of his hands to toy with his fingers, a habit you picked up as a child. your eyes started to shut as he rubbed circles into your bicep, switching between scratching lightly across the surface and rubbing shapes. he looked down at you, smiling sweetly as you dropped his hand into his chest, your own hand resting on him. you smiled as he spoke up, your brain barely registering what he spoke as you fell further asleep. 

‘falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan’ his voice was raspy, spreading chills down your back. he picked your hand up, your fingers intertwining subconsciously as he feathered kisses across your knuckles. his eyes traced your face, your lips parted slightly, your breath hitting his chest. he took in your high cheekbones where your eyelashes rested atop. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you nuzzled further into his chest before he placed a kiss on the top of your forehead. ‘but i don’t regret it’ 

[brattonez]

allure | n. mara

“Cause when you wear them heels….its like your making a deal with the devil.”

***

“You look beautiful.” Is the first thing he says as she approaches the table. Red dress complimenting her skin under the dim lighting, and bringing out her smile that he adored so, so much. His eyes follow her as she takes a seat in the chair across from him. He leans on the table, clasping his hands together and stares. The two start a conversation about each other’s day while dining. Nick listens carefully as she explains her random stories about her co-workers, all while his eyes trace the outline of her lips. “How about you?” She asks him once she’s finished. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs. “Nothing much. Same old business antics.” He responds, looking down at her legs, then at her heels. They match her dress perfectly and he can’t seem to take his eyes off of them. He stares for what seems like forever before flickering his eyes back to her, reaching over to gently touching her hand. “Nick?” She ponders as she stares back at him with a questioning look.

He tilts his head slightly before speaking. “Take them off.” He tells her, his tone stern. She sits back her seat, sitting up straight. “Nicholas….here?” She replies, taking a look around the restaurant. He beings to grip her hand tightly, not enough to hurt her, but to send a signal that he was serious. “I said..Take them off, princess."

She inhales deeply and slowly opens her legs under the table. Nick closes his eyes as he hears her heels making small scratches on the floor. Carefully, she reaches down between her thighs and (as discreetly as she could) takes off her red lace panties. As the cool air hits her now unclothed heat, her breath hitches. She quickly balls up the panties and hands them over. His hand open to receive them.

"Good girl.” He says, bringing his arm back and slyly tucking the panties into his pocket. “You’ll have to wait till later on to take the other things off."  

***

She was on fire. The adrenaline that came from her most vulnerable area being exposed was taking its toll on her. And to add on to that, Nick didn’t stop there. Ever so often at the table he would gently caress her hand with his slender fingers and eye her up and down. And now, just as the two entered the elevator, he slowly crept his hand down to her thigh. She snaps her head at him and clenches on to his shirt. He chuckles at her reaction before putting his lips to her ear and whispering softly. "Those heels look amazing on you, baby.” He pauses, one hand creeping to her inner thigh while the other is in her hair. She throws her head back while mentally thanking god that there’s no one else in the elevator. “N-Nick…..please…” She whimper, holding onto the man’s shirt for dear life. He squeezes her thigh, hard, while finishing his statement. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you while you wear them."

And with that, the elevator door opens. He lets go of her completely and motions her to walk out first. She obliges and quickly, maybe a little too quickly, walks away towards his car. He follows behind, admiring his view of her as her heels click on the ground. The ride to the hotel room was intensely silent. Mainly due to the fact that her legs shook with anticipation of the activities the future possibly held. Nick spots this and drove with a saitisifed smirk on his lips.

***

"Dress. Off. Now.” He whispers hotly in her ear as he leads her into the bedroom. She automatically listens and takes her clothes off quickly. Reaching down for her shoes, Nick stops her by gripping her hair roughly. “Did you not hear me earlier, darling?” He asks. A soft gasp escapes her lips. She completely freezes as he makes her stand up straight. “I want you to keep the fucking heels on.” He says through gritted teeth. She nods slowly before walking over to the bed.

“Face down, ass up.” He commands and she shivers knowing what’s about to happen. She gets into position and braces herself and he comes between her legs. He traces his fingers down her deep brown skin. Softly tracing the outline of her thighs and stopping right at her ass. “Do you know your safeword, right?” He asks her, for the first time that night, his voice not hard as a rock. She makes the motion to nod but is cut off by a quick slap on her right cheek. She yelped and jerked forward before correcting herself. “Y-yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He says before rubbing both cheeks, admiring the way they look under the dim lighting. He lifts his right hand up and brings it down to deliever another hard slap. She immediately grabs for the bed sheets before stuttering out. “Thank you.” He follows suit with his left hand, leaving her to yell out again. “T-Thank you, s-sir…” She trails off.

This goes on for what feels like a lifetime before he leans over, his chest to her back, and takes kisses the nape of her neck. “Tell me, baby….” He pauses, snaking his hand between her legs. “Does it turn you on, hmm? That I want to fuck you with your heels on?” He gently brushes her clit, making her moan. “Mm it does, doesn’t it? You’re soaking for me, baby.” He says before sitting up and flipping her over. She exhales as she sees him undressing. “You know, when I saw those heels, the first thing I thought of was how much I wanted to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk in them anymore.” He admits as he hovers back over you. Lips inches from yours. His hair touching your forehead. “Please…” She begs, squirming under him as he continues speaking. “I thought about how good they would feel driving into my back as I plowed you into the mattress. The pain just driving me to go faster until you can’t think straight.” He chuckles deeply, wrapping her legs around his waist. He poistions himself before sliding into her. Burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck.” She moans, reaching for his arms. He groans at her tightness, moving at an teasingly slow pace. “Nick, please.” She pleads. Rising her hips to get some type of friction, she moans loudly when he abruptly slams them back down.

His right arm going up to her throat and gripping it tightly. “What was that, princess?” He asks, his eyes burning into hers. She grips his wrist. “P-please, sir.” He smirks before snapping his hips into hers, earning a loud cry from the woman. He continues his pursuit, mercilessly thrusting into her. The room being filled with her mewls and moans, along with his grunts of effort.

Her eyes roll back as she opens her mouth wide, a scream from deep in her body emerging to surface. He groans as she begins to clench around him. He put his forehead to hers and pecks her lips. “You look so beautiful like this.” He says, letting go of her neck and gripping her chin. “Falling apart right under me. Open your eyes, baby.” He tells her. She tries to obey, but with the way he’s pounding into her, she fails miserably. “Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes.” He repeats, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Her eyes shot open and the only word she could coherently yell out was please, please, please.

“Look at me while you cum.” He granted, holding her tightly as she begin to shake. “Yes yes yes.” She chanted as her orgasm took over. Nick groans loudly as his thrust get erratic, his orgasm taking over as well. “Oh fuck, baby.” He moans as he cums.

He pulls out of her and falls beside her nearly limp body. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. “Are you alright?” He asks her. She nods. “Y-Yeah…” She breathes out. He laughs at her weak state. She looks down at her heels. “Shit…” She starts, lifting her heels into the air slightly.

“I should definitely wear these more often."

A/N: For @realblackhottie @nickgurrmara and @hoodmara

[perfecting-procrastination]

Masterlist - Pure filth

CNCO:

Zabdiel:

Hotel (Part 1), (Part 2).

Christopher:

Threesome x Brandon Arreaga - Party

PRETTYMUCH:

Zion:

Quick Shower 

Brandon:

Threesome x Christopher Velez - Party

VAV:

New Beginnings:

Part 1 - Give me more (Lou), 

[ninetyninedays]

At the beach with Zion

A/N: This is my first time writing in a couple of years I’m a little rusty so be nice to me! Thank you, I love you and I hope you like it. (Please leave feedback!)

On our third date, Zion took me to the beach. It was a very hot and humid day; you could feel the moisture in the air. He wore his usual uniform, a t-shirt, a pair of patterned shorts and white Adidas shoes. I decided to go with a loose fitted yellow polka-dotted sundress with a pair of black converse. Once we found a place to sit we laid out a blanket on the warm sand and set down the picnic basket and cooler Zion had brought. While setting up we conversed about our days so far, considering it was only midday there wasn’t much to talk about. My nerves took over me as I spread out the food; a set of veggie burgers, sweet potato fries, apple slices, garlic bread, and a ray of, now, slightly melted cheeses. I was honestly surprised, it looked like Zion had put a lot of thought into this picnic date and it warmed my heart. I looked up at the man before me. Zion was kneeling on the blanket as he shifted through the cooler. He swore under his breath. “The ice melted,” he frowned as he produced two dripping wet bottles of beer and handed me one as a bead of sweat slid down his eyebrow. “Sorry.” He said and sat back down. “Don’t be sorry, you can’t control the weather.” I shrugged. As he took a bite of his veggie burger, he started to explain how he’d recently decided to go vegan because of a documentary he watched on Netflix with one of his roommates just a couple of days ago. He had this sparkle in his eyes that appeared whenever he talked about something, he was passionate about. I wished it never leave.      “You have to watch it,” Zion said as he took a swig of his beer.      “I just wanna see how long this phase is gonna last,” I said as I reached up to tie my braided hair into a bun at the top of my head.      Zion moved his blond dreads out of his face and rolled his eye. “It’s not a phase, mom... It’s a lifestyle.” He said before polishing off his plate.          We ended up having a great conversation, lasting hours. We talked about anything and everything, from our favourite movies to the way we like to sleep, to our families. At some point, the conversation died down and the sound of the waves crashing and the squawking of a colony of seagulls filled my ears. My gaze subconsciously drifted down to Zion’s lips. His soft lips. Oh my fucking god. “You wanna go for a swim?” Zion’s voice sounded, interrupting my thoughts. “Hm?” I asked shifting my gaze back up to his eyes. “Yeah, of course." Zion shamelessly shrugged off his shirt threw it on the blanket. Trying hard not to stare, I meekly took off my dress.          The tide was high, the cold water hit right above my ankles. Zion took in a big breath and then said, “Fuck it.” And rushed into the water, splashing me in the process. I waded slowly into the water behind him. Zion and I spent a couple of hours swimming together and playing Marco Polo. “MARCO?” I called out, waiting for a reply. “Polo.” A calm voice said right next to my ear. Alarmed my eye flew open to find Zion standing behind me sporting the largest grin. “Ziooooon,” I moaned embarrassed covering my face with my hands. “Don’t scare me like that.” I could hear the water around me move as Zion swam over and removed my hands from my face. “Come one, Y/N! It was a joke.” When I looked up at him his brown eyes searched mine. My eyes drifted back to his lips once again, I couldn’t help myself. Time moved slowly. I reached up to move the hair out of his eyes. He leaned in and his soft lips pressed against mine. Had me weak in the knees like jello. He put a hand behind my head deepening the kiss. I could feel my anxiety run down from my chest, to my toes and into the ocean. The taste of his lips lingered when came up for air. “Thank you for an amazing day.”

[gothlka]

EAT THE RICH. SAVE THE POOR. 

The Pay Off  - A PRETTYMUCH Fanfiction by @yungarreagas

[prettymuchdolansbitch]

fucked up (2) | Nick Mara

After your little post of Ryder, a lot of people started hitting you up to know who he is and where he came from. You weren’t one to go around talking about him 25/8. Sure, anyone that was around you daily knew the deal, but to anyone that wasn’t in your life, it would look like you’ve been single.

A lot of BEANZ has commented on the picture asking who he was and trying to find his instagram. BEANZ were always suspicious of you and Nick, but you knew how to keep everything that happened lowkey.

What’s crazy is that after you had posted the picture, Nick messaged you. You obviously didn’t realize til maybe later on in the day, but you were still surprised to even see a dm.

Nick: hey, do you mind unblocking my number? i wanna talk

You sighed and deleted it. Ryder, who was next to you, had watched that whole thing go down. “Who’s that?” He asked.

“Uh this old hookup. If you can even call it that.” You tossed your phone to the end of the bed and cuddled into Ryder.

“Do i need to be worried?” Ryder asked playing with your hair. “Not at all. He and I ended actually when you asked me out for the first time... Nevermind, talking about it makes me nauseous.” You laughed a little.

He laughed too, but then you actually got the sudden urge to throw up.

-

You’ve been throwing up for maybe a week now. One morning, Ryder suggested going to the doctor to see what’s up. You’ve never thrown up this much in your entire life and you were getting nervous.

-

Nick’s birthday party wasn’t what he wanted. All he kept thinking about was you and only you. He never felt this bad about any one of his hookups and he didn’t know why you were any different.

Instead of drowning in his sorrows like he did at any other party, Nick decided to get blackout drunk. He had this thought in his head, hoping that it’ll finally get you out of his head for one night.

Boy, was he wrong.

-

After the doctors appointment, you and Ryder went home with the most shocking results. You couldn’t even begin to explain how anything happened. You felt like you blacked out for the entire car ride.

You were 2 months pregnant and you didn’t know how if you and Ryder have been using protection. The only guy you didn’t use protection with was all the way in LA, and had no clue what was even happening at that exact moment.

-

You woke up at in the middle of the night to your phone blaring in your ear. You had asked Ryder to go home so you can fully process what’s happening by yourself. He understood and went home for the night. Because of that, you knew it was tour phone ringing.

You groaned and picked up the phone without checking who it was. “What?” You say not opening your eyes.

“Uh hi, Y/N? This is Edwin.. Nick’s band mate..” Your eyes shot open and looked to who called. It wasn’t a number you had saved. “I can’t do this-“

“Wait don’t hang up, please. He’s drunk and just breaking everything in the house right now, and you’ve been the only thing on his mind for the past month. Just, can you talk to him please?” You can hear the stress in his voice.

You sat up in bed and put the phone to your ear. “Yeah.. just put him on.” You heard shuffling and then you heard glass shatter.

“BRO CHILL THE FUCK OUT” You heard someone else scream. “Nick, here bro.” You heard Edwin say.

“Who is this?” You heard in Nick’s voice how angry and upset he was. “It’s me” you almost wanted to cry from hearing his voice, or maybe it was just your hormones.

“Y/n?”

[prettymuchboo]

Jealousy // N;M

MY MASTERLIST

Admiring yourself in the mirror with a small smile, you observed your new bought dress. It was a lacey, cherry red dress, which was really expensive. But your friend told you to buy it because you never buy things for yourself and work way too much.

The bedroom door creaked open, showing your boyfriend Nick. “Hey I-“ he interrupted himself as he saw you. “Nuh-uh” he refused and took a few steps towards you.

“What? Don’t you like my dress? I paid so much money for that” you complained and looked back in the mirror.

“No baby, that dress looks perfect on you. You look sexy as hell” he breathed and started to kiss your neck from behind you. He sucked deep on your skin. You could feel his hot breath lingering around your collarbone.

“But you’re not going like that” he whispered, still licking your neck. Your quickly turned around to face him. “What the fuck? I can go the way I want to!” You raised your voice in disbelief.

I can dress the way I want. He ain’t my boss.

You put stuff inside your clutch and threw your jacket on, ready to go and have fun for once. Nick was still bickering about the dress. “Who’s party are you even going to?” He questioned.

“Corey’s parents are out of town, so he throws a house party” You answered and went downstairs. “THE Corey Campbell?” He scolded, running downstairs to catch up with you.

“Yes, THE Corey Campbell. You got a problem with that?” You provoked, while tilting your head to the side.

You were testing his anger, you knew that. But you were also never a girl who would run away from fights. Or never a person, other people could command what to do.

“I said that you’re not going” he demanded in a dangerous, chill tone.

Slamming your bag to the table, you pointed your finger at him. “I am, and don’t yell at me!” You ordered, breathing heavily. It was usual that both of you raised your voices in fights or discussions.

Silence filled the room before Nick spoke up “I’m coming with you” he announced and threw on hisjacket.

“I’m not hindering you, after you monsieur” You motioned your arm outside, towards the cool, dark night. He rolled his eyes and went to the car.

But before he sat down and started the engine, he opened the car for you. Whatever fight you got in, Nick was never disrespectful towards you. He always was a gentleman, and you appreciated that a lot.

The drive to Corey’s household was quite, only some songs played through the speaker.

As both of you arrived, he took your hand and you went inside. The air was filled with alcohol and sweaty people, who were enjoying themselves. “Y/N!” You heard the familiar voice of your friend, Corey. “Hey, Corey” you hummed and hugged him.

“How are ya?” He asked and held you by your waist. He was always super touchy, and the alcohol was not helping at this point.

“MY GIRLFRIEND is just fine, bro. We had some fun before we came, what about you?” Your boyfriend questioned, without any interest and smacked Corey’s hand away from your waist.

Surrounding his arm around your shoulder, he waited for Corey to answer, a smirk ligering his defined face. “Yeah, I’m good. The alcohol’s kicking in, you know” he awkwardly stood there with his hands in his pockets. “So Y/N, I’m gonna fix myself some drinks. I’ll see you around?” He hopefully looked into your eyes. You nodded and Nick rolled his eyes.

Corey went away and you smacked Nick’s shoulder. “Why were you lying? We definitely ‘had no fun’ before we came” You gestured with your fingers.

“Just leave it, Y/N” he said.

“I need to go to the toilette, I’m coming in a few” Nick searched for the toilette, while you were heading to the living room.

Sitting down on a sofa, you played with your phone and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

You sensed a heavy hand on your shoulder and looked to your left, to face Corey.

“So, since when are you and Nick together?” He smirked and went down to your waist with his hand.

You put his hand back away to his knee and answered “7 months. Why do you ask?”

“But it’s nothing serious right?” He asked again, his curiousity becoming annoying.

“Dude, i just said 7 months. Nah, I’m just playing with him for 7 months, you know?” You sarcastically replied, whilst rolling your eyes.

“I’m just saying. He’s probably on some vanilla shit. You wanna have some real man in bed?” He dangerously moved near towards you.

Scrunching up your face, you slammed him back away with your full hand on his face. “Boy, i just said that i have a boyfriend, the fuck you don’t understand? Don’t try to become all lovey dovey with me” you stand up, gaining the attention from a lot of people in the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?” You hear your boyfriend calling from beside you.

Well, this dude gone see his lesson.

You thought, and cross your arms over your chest.

“He was trying to seduce this chick” a guy spoke up from the front, pointing his finger right at you.

Nick balled his hands into fists and locked his jawline in a firm way. “The fuck you did?” He breathed heavily, completely furious.

“Buddy, I was just playing around” Corey sassed and stood up as well.

“I’m gonna show you how to play, ‘buddy’” Nick barked, and punched him in the jaw.

You observed how Nick beated up the poor boy for quite a bit, before some boys you don’t know, pulled them apart.

Nick forcefully took your arm and both of you head outside, and inside the car.

You sat there in silence and waited for him to say something. He turned towards you and tried to make eye contact with you. “I told you, not to come. He has always been like this and tried to seduce you or some shit” he said in a cold voice.

You turned towards him as well. “It’s not my fault that he’s trying to do some things”

He looked you deep in the eyes, and sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I just couldn’t let the scene play in front of me” he swallowed and looked down at his hands.

Noticing his red blood on his knuckles, you take his big hands in yours, and examinated his bruises.

“Let’s go home and fix this” you whisper and kiss him on the cheek.

“But I’m still mad at you for trying to command me, just letting you know” you turned back around.

He chuckled, and started the engine, driving both of you home for a cozy night alone.

(A/N) hey hoes, I hope y’all liked it. Send me more requests, I would love to write sum

[morningfears]

Distraction

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “hi, can I please get a smutty 4 n 5 with sub!calum or sub!nick :)” So, “I know you can be louder than that.” and “If you interrupt me one more time, I swear -“ “What? You gonna punish me?” for anon. Obviously, I chose Nick.

Word Count: 3.2k (...not a drabble, whoops)

For the first time since you’d moved in, your entire apartment complex seemed to be silent. Your neighbors, well-known amongst your friends for their lack of volume control, had already left for the holidays and so, it seemed, had most of the other residents in your building. Even the guy four doors down who drove the loudest motorcycle you’d ever heard hadn’t revved his engine at all. It had been so silent, in fact, that your noise-cancelling headphones, the ones that you always needed when you attempted to work at home rather than in the library, sat unused on your desk.

You’d spent the day working on your final essay, the only thing that stood between you and winter break, but progress was much slower than you imagined it would be and you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that spilled past your lips as you dropped your head to the desk. You desperately wanted to be finished, to put this class behind you and take a break from academia for a few weeks, but the words just wouldn’t come. You’d gotten distracted by every little notification on your phone, by e very little sound in your apartment, by the thought of what you’d do once you finished your paper; your focus was clearly lacking and Nick’s presence hadn’t helped at all.

He’d had the day off, a full day with nothing to do, and you were desperate to spend as much time with him as possible. However, with an 11:59 P.M. deadline looming over your head and a distinct lack of pages written, you’d sequestered yourself in your bedroom and banished Nick to the living room (you hadn’t had the heart to send him home, at least you could see him for a few minutes when you went to get water or snacks if he spent the day in your apartment). 

He, for the most part, had been good. He knew how badly you needed to finish the paper and he encouraged your academic pursuits fully. He wanted to spend his downtime with you but school came first. However, that didn’t stop him from pulling you into a kiss every time you entered the living room. Each time you passed the couch, he would reach out and wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you onto the couch with him for just a moment, long enough to have you melting into his embrace, before he’d nudge you away and encourage you to get back to work.

Nick laughed every time you walked away grumbling about his teasing and, each time he called, “That should make you work faster, ma. The sooner you get done, the sooner you’ll get more than a kiss.”

You flipped him off each time, huffing some variation of, “You’re such a distraction, Mara,” as you cursed yourself internally for not writing your essay earlier.

It took a few hours, far longer than it had taken in the past, but you finally managed to find a sort of groove. You ironed out your argument, you found the article that you’d use to justify your argument, you found a wide array of sources; your essay was finally coming together after what felt like hours of staring blankly at a word document. As you got into the groove of writing, you stopped stepping away from your desk to grab a bottle of water or a snack and Nick noticed that it had been over an hour since your last appearance.

He didn’t want to interrupt, however, he was getting bored and found himself wandering through your apartment. He ran a finger over the spines of books on your bookshelf, thumbed through the vinyl records that he liked to tease you about (even if he did enjoy lying on the floor with you, listening to you sing along to whatever vinyl you felt like listening to or when you asked him to sing along to the old school R&B records that you bought with him in mind), and even looked through the stack of polaroids you had taken with friends. He looked through everything in your living room - from the coffee table book a friend had given you to the stack of textbooks you still needed to return - and still hadn’t heard a word from your bedroom.

He hesitated for just a moment right outside your bedroom door before he said ‘fuck it’ and stepped into the room. He found you exactly where he imagined you would be, sitting in your desk chair with your eyes trained on your laptop, and he smiled at the sight. He really didn’t want to interrupt you, not when you were on a roll, but he couldn’t help himself as he crossed the room to where you sat. He wasn’t sure that you even noticed his presence, not when your fingers were flying across the keyboard and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but you absolutely noticed his presence when he pressed a soft kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

“Nick,” you huffed as you reached out to nudge his face away, “I promise I’m almost done, babe. Just give me another half hour. I’m two pages away from my page limit. When I’m finished, I’m all yours.”

Nick remained silent, he knew that anything he said would annoy you as you were so into your work that nothing else really mattered in that moment, and moved to lie on your bed as he watched you work. He alternated between staring at you and paying attention to his phone, however, each time he glanced at you, he felt the longing in the pit of his stomach grow a little stronger. He hadn’t just been torturing you with the teasing kisses he’d given you throughout the day; he was torturing himself. The pair of you hadn’t had time completely alone in weeks. You were over at the house, surrounded by the guys (not that that really stopped you; you just had to be a little quieter than he liked) or you had friends over or the guys somehow found themselves at your apartment (you cook for them once and it’s difficult to get them to leave) and he just wanted you to himself for a little while.

Nick didn’t want to worry about one of the guys barging in and seeing more than he should. He didn’t want to worry about keeping quiet (either of you; the guys still teased him about the time he thought you were alone and had gone a little harder than usual with his dirty talk) and didn’t want to worry about not having enough time to give either of you what you wanted. He just wanted to take his time with you, hear you, and enjoy every moment of it.

Every time he glanced at you, a pang of lust shot down his spine. He always told you just how sexy he found you when you were concentrating on something (you always laughed at him but he made sure to show you just how serious he was and had ended up with his head between your thighs more than once after you’d doubted him) and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull you away from your desk and make up for the hours that you’d spent writing.

“You never believe me when I say this, but I love watching you work. You’ve got this look on your face and you bite your lip. It’s a good look on you, ma.”

Nick heard you release a quiet sigh at his words and watched as you shook your head. “I promise, I’m almost done,” you mumbled, your voice quiet as you kept your eyes on your computer screen, “When I’m finished, I’m finished for the next few weeks so we’ll have plenty of time to spend together. Until then, can you just, entertain yourself? Quietly?”

“Mm,” Nick hummed, his tone matching yours as he moved from his spot on the bed and crossed the room to stand behind you once more. “I could,” he mumbled against your skin as he settled in behind you, “but where’s the fun in that?” He could feel the goosebumps erupt on your skin as he brushed his lips across the nape of your neck and heard the huff of mixed annoyance and arousal that left your lips. He knew that you wanted this just as much as he did, knew that you wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to convince you to write a little faster.

“Nick,” you huffed as your fingers paused on the keyboard, “please. I-“

“You’re almost done,” he finished, “I know. Don’t mind me. I’m just entertaining myself. Quietly.”

“Have I ever told you how annoying I find you?” you questioned, your words mumbled as you attempted to regain your train of thought.”

“A few times,” Nick admitted with a laugh. “But you love me.”

You didn’t respond as you attempted to settle back into the groove of writing. You attempted to focus on the words in the article in front of you, attempted to form coherent sentences, but your focus was long gone. All of your attention was on Nick’s mouth, pressing kisses to your neck, and on his hands as his fingers brushed at your sides.

“Come on, Nick,” you huffed as you felt a shudder ripple down your spine, “just a little-“

“A little longer, I know,” he mumbled against your skin. “Keep working. I’m plenty entertained.”

Nick wasn’t normally one to interrupt you so easily (he usually only did it on accident or in the bedroom) and you were already a little annoyed. As a result, you huffed, “Nick, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear-“

“What? You gonna punish me?” he questioned with a laugh as he continued his teasing.

The idea of you punishing him was almost laughable. In the bedroom, things were either equal with both of you sharing the power or they tended to lean a little more toward Nick taking charge. He had no problem giving orders and you had no problem following them. However, punishments, especially ones that required him relinquishing all control, seemed a little farfetched. But you were already annoyed and his interruptions had pushed you a little farther than you wanted to admit so you took the bait and nodded.

“Yeah,” you huffed as you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and decided that you could spare a little time. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Nick watched, his eyes wide in surprise, as you shoved away from your desk. He stepped away from your chair quickly and felt the back of his knees hit your bed. You pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him into a seated position at the foot of your bed. “What?” you questioned as you stepped between his spread thighs and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Nothing to say now?”

“Nothing at all,” he confirmed as he brought his hands up to your waist and slipped them beneath the hem of your top.

Nick kept his eyes on your face as you thought about your next move. Taking charge wasn’t exactly something you tended to do in the bedroom and he wanted to reach out and take charge himself, however, before he could move, you dipped your head down and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he tightened his grip on your his as he attempted to pull you closer. Instead of moving, just as he imagined you would, you pulled away from the kiss and shook your head. 

“Not today, babe,” you mumbled against his lips. “Shirt off, please.”

“If I don’t want to take it off?” He asked as you moved to press your lips to his neck.

“Then I can go back to my writing and you can get yourself off,” you informed him with a shrug before you placed a teasing nip to the column of his throat. “Your choice, babe.”

When Nick removed his hands from your waist, you stepped away and gave him enough room to pull his shirt up and over his head. Nick raised an eyebrow as you stared at him, your eyes sweeping over his exposed skin, before he asked, “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you huffed as you gestured for him to move further up the bed. “I still think you’re annoying, though.”

“I can live with that.”

You rolled your eyes as you settled into the space between Nick’s legs. To your surprise, he didn’t attempt to gain control as you moved to press kisses to his newly exposed skin. You nipped at his neck, your lips warm against his skin as his hands moved to push up the material of your top. He bunched it just below your breasts, as high as he could get it on his own, and brushed his fingers over your skin as you moved down to kiss his chest.

“If you want something,” you mumbled against his skin as he attempted to push your top up a little higher, “you have to ask for it, babe.”

Nick wasn’t going to indulge you, however, he had long since stopped thinking with any sort of rationality. Instead, he wanted to take the route that would get both of you off quickly. So, he bit back the smirk and the roll of his eyes and asked, “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Of course,” you breathed as you shifted just enough for him to tug the material up and over your head. Once your shirt joined his on the floor, you returned your mouth to his skin and continued your descent.

A blowjob wasn’t what Nick had been expecting, not when he had been teasing you all day, but he wasn’t going to question it as you tugged at the strings on his sweatpants. “Off, please,” you mumbled against his stomach with a glance up at him. Nick was quick to follow this request and shimmied out of his sweatpants faster than he had his shirt. When you realized he’d foregone underwear and were met with a wide grin, you rolled your eyes and mumbled a quiet, “Of course,” against his skin.

Nick’s laughter at your comment was cut short as your hands moved to his thighs. He watched, eyes half-lidded, as you shifted a little farther down and continued pressing kisses to his skin. You nipped and licked at his skin as you raked your nails over his thighs, careful to never get too close to where he wanted you most. He kept his mouth shut as you left red marks in your wake, not enough to turn into a hickey but enough to stand out for the time being.

He wanted to ask you to move faster, wanted to ask you to give him what he wanted, but he let you keep control and held himself back as you lavished his body with kisses. It was almost as if you were testing him, waiting for him to attempt to take over, but he was aware that this was supposed to be a punishment and he didn’t want to rush to the end.

You felt him squirm beneath you, his hands reaching out to your head to guide your movements, but before he could nudge you down, you pulled away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” you told him as you reached out to rake your nails over his thighs once more, “or I’ll stop.”

“Stop wha-“ he began, but before he could finish the word, you’d dropped your head and traced the vein running along the underside of his cock with your tongue. “Fuck,” he breathed as he clawed at your duvet in search of a secure grip.

He kept relatively quiet as you teased him with kitten licks, your hands remaining on his thighs as you failed to take him between your lips. He wanted to reach out and guide your head, wanted to get you to take him down your throat just as he’d been dreaming about, however, he kept his hands on the duvet and waited for you to take him. His patience was running thin and he almost asked you to give up the charade when you finally took the head of his cock between your lips.

Nick groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally wrapping around his cock and he released a quiet groan as you wrapped your hand around the base. You’d been together long enough to know what he liked and you used every trick you knew drove him wild to get him close to the edge. The closer he got, the louder he got. However, you could tell that he was still holding back as you glanced up to catch him biting his lip.

“I know you can be louder than that,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips swollen and shiny with spit as you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes.

Nick groaned at the sight, his chest heaving and his heart racing. You looked sinful and he wanted nothing more than to give you whatever you asked for. So, instead of making some stupid comment that would make you roll your eyes or laugh, he gave in and let himself go. He groaned at the feeling of your mouth on him, moaned your name as you took him just a little deeper, and gripped harder at the duvet as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck, I’m close.”

“Ask for permission,” you instructed, your voice raspy and your eyes shining, “ask me to let you cum, baby.”

Nick was too far gone to think about it so he didn’t hesitate to ask, “Let me cum, please. I’m so close.”

“One more time,” you breathed before you took him into your mouth once more.

Nick did as he was told, he asked for permission one more time with another please, and you almost wanted to let him. You could tell just how close he was, could tell that he was right on the verge, but this was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, instead of letting him fall over the edge, you pulled away just before he could cum.

When you pulled away from him completely, climbed off the bed, and reached for your shirt, it took a moment for him to realize what was happening. When he did, however, he sat up, bewildered, and blinked at you. “What the fuck?” he questioned, “What are you doing?”

“I’m finishing my essay, babe. Gotta finish that before I can finish you,” you informed him with a grin as you settled back into your chair. “Thirty more minutes, tops.”

Nick stared at you, his eyes narrowed, before he huffed and dropped his head back into the pillows at the head of your bed. “You’re gonna pay for this,” he huffed, his voice thoroughly fucked, “when you finish your essay, you’re mine.”

“That’s what I was counting on, babe.”

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Author’s Note: I still need to work out nicknames for them to give their partners in my fics. Anyway, I’m trying to watch Jurassic Park and I kept getting distracted. My bad. Anyway, this is my second attempt at PM and my first Nick fic. Fun fact, my first crush ever was named Nick. We were friends from kindergarten until we graduated. He made me a Batman keychain in shop and we were partners for all our science projects in junior and senior year of high school. ANYWAY. I’m having fun with the PM fics! ALSO. This isn’t super subby but, like. I feel like he’d be a little shit instead of a straight up sub. So.

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Masterlist ♡

Here’s everything I’ve written thus far. Enjoy!!! 

Updated: December 18th

* = smut content

~ zion kuwonu ~

* miss independent:  The reader and Zion try and deal with him leaving soon for tour.

* better: Zion’s only concern? Making sure his girl is more than satisfied. 

* let me: Zion helps girlfriend Tessa through her insecurities while on vacation

  home: Zion and Sky move into their first home together. 

~ nick mara ~

ilysb: Reader and Nick celebrating their anniversary in the cutest way possible.

* needy: The reader is officially over Nick being too busy for her lately, so she decides to take matters into her own hands.

fallin’ all in you: Nick and the reader navigate being best friends, while secretly having feelings for each other. 

goodnight n go: Lena joins Nick on a winter family vacation

~ baby love (the mini series) ~

baby love:  Nick finds out that the reader is pregnant. 

baby love pt. 2:  “It’s a...”

~ edwin honoret ~

* party favor: Running into your ex at a party never turns out to be a good thing… right?

~ concepts/blurbs ~

boys like you (n.m.)  - sunflower (z.k.) - on stage (n.m.) -  tied up (all) - first kiss (z.k.) -  first time (n.m.) - first time (z.k.)  submissive (all) - little hints (z.k.) - sport support - crime shows (b.a.) - matching necklace (z.k.) - movie tears (all) - shopping with (e.h.) - brunch with (z.k.)