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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick falls in love with a shadysider at camp nightwing.

Disclaimer: nick and reader have been aged up for the sole purpose of the smut, sorry if it doesn’t make sense with the timeline of the actual movie (im not writing underage scenes like that, though y’all stay safe) also nick isn’t as evil in this (or at all, really)

WARNINGS: kissing, smut, unprotected sex, slight possessive nick, slight choking, borderline breeding kink, camper x counselor relationship

Word Count: 5.4k

The summer heat was becoming unbearable. Though, it wasn’t nearly as unbearable as your want for the counselor you’d had your eye on for the last two weeks. His name was Nick Goode, which was ironic as the many things you wanted him to do to you were nothing short of bad.

He was your counselor, but that’s a bit of an unfair title as you’re eighteen (as of two months ago) and more than capable of looking after yourself. He was only a year older than you. Since the first day, you’ve been hinting at your obvious crush on him, and all your advances had been cut short when another counselor would see you.

Nick had shown an interest in you as well, but he was too much of a gentleman to take it any further than a smile or an accidental touch of the hand on your arm. It wasn’t enough. You craved him and were infatuated with him to the point where you felt inferior to him.

It was expected for you to develop feelings for him, with his good manners and undeniably good looks. How could you not?

Unbeknownst to you, Nick thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You were a natural goddess in his eyes and he could only imagine what it would be like to touch you on a deeper level, instead of the rare brush of the arm.

Only problem was.. he was a golden boy and you were a shadysider.

You tended to be the bolder one out of the two of you, but secretly, every pick up line or flirtatious joke you said had your hands feeling sweaty when waiting for his response. He would always respond with remarks that matched your flirty smirks but that was all that came from it.

After all, he is your counselor.

But what others don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

It was around dinner time and while the campers and counselors alike all gathered in the dining area, you stayed back to help Nick clean up. He picked up all the paint brushes while you threw away the scrap pieces of paper. It was just the two of you, and that alone had your heart beating faster than normal, but you pushed away the insecure thoughts and leaned on the table he was cleaning.

“Are we ever going to talk about the thing going on between us?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, the corners of your lips turning up when he stopped his actions.

He didn’t look at you and stood still for a few seconds before continuing to wipe away at the wooden table. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say and casually move closer to him.

“I don’t think I do,” he replied, turning to look at you. “And even if I did, you know nothing can happen between us.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Why not?”

“Because I’m a counselor,” he said, stepping away from you. “And because you’re a camper.”

Your ego felt attacked at the thought of him comparing you to a bunch of kids. “Please,” you scoffed, reaching over and running your fingers over his arm. “I’m eighteen. I don’t believe that you see me as a kid, especially since you’re only one year older than me.”

Nick froze at the feeling of your hand on him and he could feel the walls he built in an attempt to not fall for you crumbling down every second that passed. “It’d be wrong,”

When he went to pull away, you grabbed his hands and tugged him towards you. You were still leaning on the table when you placed his hands on your waist, your chests just inches away. “Does it feel wrong?”

Your words, unintentionally sexy, mixed with the feeling of you had the walls falling completely. Nick slowly stepped forward and allowed you to place your hands on his chest while his ran up your arms to rest on either side of your face.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your skin on fire as you looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you murmured, straining your neck to move your face closer to his. At his conflicted expression, you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders. “Please.”

At that, Nick leaned down and closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly passionate yet desperate kiss. Your hands immediately traveled to his face, bringing him down so he was closer to your height. It wasn’t surprising that the kiss got heated really fast, this was something you both had wanted since the day you met.

Nick’s hands fell from your face and landed on your hips once again and he tugged you up, making you sit on the wooden surface of the table. With him now situated between your legs, you tugged on the collar of his shirt so he was as close as he could possibly be.

His hands moved to wrap your legs around his waist and you moaned at the feeling, all while keeping your lips pressed to his.

You weren’t a virgin, and from the way Nick had his hands all over you, you could tell he wasn’t one either, but you still felt like this was the first time you’d had a man’s hands on your body. You felt high and the kiss was beginning to take your breath away.

You pulled back and let out a deep breath as Nick’s lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses all along it until he got to your shoulders. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access while gripping his jaw and face, breathy moans flying from your mouth.

You had a feeling that Nick would take you right then and there, but the sound of his brother’s voice calling his name had him pulling away from his attack on your neck. You held your breath while Nick stood completely still, and after a few seconds of silence you both wondered if you had imagined it.

“Nick,” his brother called again. “Where are you?”

Nick immediately stepped away from you and created a good amount of space. You hopped off the table and quickly grabbed a cup that was full of water from the paint and threw it on the floor. Nick looked at you in confusion for a second as you shoved an old towel in his hands.

“Nick,” Will opened the door and his brows furrowed at the sight. A puddle had formed where you dumped the water and you watched as his eyes flicked between you and Nick. “You missed dinner.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was just-”

“I accidentally spilled water when we were cleaning up and Nick was just helping me,” you gestured to the towel in his hands and that’s when Nick had finally caught on.

Will looked between you and Nick a few times then finally down at the water. “I see that,” he said. “Just make sure it doesn’t ruin the floor.”

After that he walked out, the door slamming closed behind him and you hear Nick let out a breath of relief. You looked up at him, a smile beginning to form on your lips as Nick dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it soak up the water.

“That was close,”

“Too close,” he said but the tone in his voice told you that he didn’t regret it.

The water was forgotten as Nick moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you gaze up at him, waiting for any sign of confirmation that he wanted this as bad as you did.

A few seconds pass before he strokes his thumb across your cheek bone. “No one can find out,” he said and your smile grows until it’s a full on grin.

“No one will,” you promise before leaning up on your toes to kiss him again. He kisses you back, though not with as much force as before, then pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m so fucked,” he said and you laugh, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for your third kiss of the night.

It was the day of the color war and to say you weren’t excited would be an understatement. Running around with a bunch of kids and playing a game that labeled you as the inferior color was not something you felt like doing at all.

You hid behind a cabin as a few Sunnyvale kids ran around with the counselors. You glanced around the area, keeping an eye out for a specific one.

It had been a month since you and Nick kissed. A few days later he was officially your boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, actually, and you were his secret girlfriend.

You kept it low-key for two reasons, one being the fact that you’re from Shadyside and Nick is from Sunnyvale, and two being the fact that you’re a camper and Nick’s a counselor.

Neither of you minded much, but it made seeing each other a lot harder.

As you hid, a smile formed on your face when your eyes caught sight of the brown haired boy you called your boyfriend (secretly, of course). He was participating, barely, but you knew that this was the last thing he wanted to do, as he had told you that the color war games were his least favorite activities.

You wait a few more seconds, ensuring no one would see you, before you lunge forward and wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him so he was in the space between the two cabins. Nick’s hands immediately find your waist while yours rest on either side of his face. You share a brief, yet extremely intimate look, before Nick leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours.

It was something you both had been deprived of for the last few days, both of you seemingly unable to find a good time to meet up.

It was clear that each other’s touch was what fueled your cravings for one another as Nick’s hands moved up to either side of your head, pressing into you and making your back hit the harsh exterior of the wooden cabin. It scratched against the bare skin peeking out of your grey tank top but you couldn’t care less. You missed your boyfriend too much to mind the few splinters you might have to pull out later.

“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips.

“I missed you, too,” you say back and he presses his lips to yours once again. Your hands move to tug at his hair, raking your fingers through it before pulling.

He groans against your mouth before pulling away, his hands moving to grip your waist once more. “I can’t go that long without seeing you again,”

It had only been just under six days since you had the opportunity to sneak off like this, but the truth was that you both had become obsessed with each other in the month you’ve been seeing each other.

So, naturally, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. “I can’t, either,” you say quietly, aware that there may be campers lurking nearby. “I’ve wanted you for days now.”

Nick’s ears perk up at that and he gives you a sly smirk, running his hands over the newly exposed skin due to him pulling up your top slightly. “Sexually?” His shyness had dissolved the last few weeks and he was completely content with being himself around you, hence the word that left his mouth.

You hadn’t gotten to the point of actually sleeping together yet, just heated make out sessions when you could, and to say you were hot for him was an understatement.

He had meant it as a joke so when you nodded and dropped one of your hands to the button of his pants, pressing your fingers to his clothed crotch, Nick’s breath hitched and he felt the blood rush down his body. “I want you so much,” you say and it fuels Nick’s libido to no end.

Gathering some self control, he pulls away slightly, his hands gripping your upper arms. “Are you sure?”

“When are we going to get another chance like this one before summer ends?” You ask, resting your hands on his chest. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, since the day we met.”

Nick looks around, making sure no one was around to witness a Shadysider and Sunnyvaler hooking up. “Not here,”

“Okay,” you reply immediately. “But it turns me on to think about someone catching you with your dick inside me-”

Nick cuts you off by grabbing your hand and tugging you to his cabin. With Nick seemingly too far gone, you took it upon yourself to repeatedly glance around to avoid anyone seeing you.

To outsiders, it looked like Nick was beyond pissed off with you and was dragging you off somewhere to rip you a new one, but the angry look on his face was actually sexual frustration mixed with an undeniable want for the girl he was borderline in love with.

You made it to the cabin with no one around to see you, thankfully, and Nick quickly pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. You didn’t get the chance to explore his room before he pulled you over to his bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his elbow moving to the left side of your face to hold himself up while his other hand wasted no time in groping your tank top covered chest.

You were right, when was there going to be another opportunity like this one? He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty that he was skipping out on his duties to bury himself in you, but how could he resist his sweet, horny girlfriend when he felt the exact same way she did?

Seeing as the time was extremely limited, he leaned back on his knees to rid himself of his red and white shirt. Your hands fumbled with your own flimsy top as you took it off and dropped it beside the messily made bed.

Boys will be boys.

Within seconds he was back on top of you, his lips kissing every newly exposed part of you he could. Even with the time limit, he couldn’t help but suck a rather large hickey on the top of your right breast, a place only you and him would be able to see it.

Your hands tangle in his hair as his fingers unzip your shorts and slide them off your legs, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He would take his time and appreciate your body like he knew it deserved, but he couldn’t risk someone walking in and ruining the rare chance he had to see you like this.

He’d have to worship your body another time.

Instead, he murmured a praise against your neck, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,”

His words went straight to your core and you moaned, your hands gripping his biceps as he slipped your underwear off.

“Are you sure?” He asks once again. He was painfully hard and might actually break something if you were to back out, but he would allow you that choice no matter what.

Thankfully, though, you just nodded.

“I’m sure, Nick,” you say and caress the sides of his face, bringing it down to yours. “I love you.”

The words caught him off guard and he pulled back to look over your entire face, searching for any sign that you could just be saying that to deepen the moment. He didn’t think anyone could fall in love with someone in a month, but here he was. When he laid in this very bed, by himself, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms. When he sat with the rest of the kids from Sunnyvale, his heart ached whenever he saw you sitting with the glum and broody people that so didn’t deserve to have you next to them. He found himself falling completely in love with you with no way to stop it.

“I love you,” he said back once he saw no trace of insincerity on your face, just love, and lust, but mainly love. You leaned up and kissed him while he unzipped his pants, not bothering to pull them down past the point where he could relieve himself of the tight fabric.

Once he was free, he lined himself up with your entrance, his free hand coming up to brush away the few fallen strands of hair that covered your eyes. With a final kiss pressed to your lips, he enters you, both of you releasing a breathy moan.

You were, by far, the tightest girl Nick had ever been with, not that he had a long list of past relationships, and not that he would ever dare to compare you to anyone. You were so much more than the girls in his past, so much better in every way. The immediate attraction between the two of you was obvious and had you both developing feelings faster than expected.

As for you, you had no problem comparing Nick to the scumbags you’d let touch you in your past relationships. They weren’t small in any sense, but Nick was no doubt bigger in the best possible ways. He had a hell of a bigger heart than your previous lovers, a better and brighter personality and he definitely didn’t disappoint in the size category. In fact, you were sure Nick was stretching you out so much that you feared for a second that he’d break you, not that you’d complain.

Nick stilled inside you for a brief second, letting you get familiar with his size, before he pulled out half way. He slipped himself back in at a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your hands gripping his shoulders with everything you had.

There was no doubt in your mind that if you were to be spoiled with this a few more times down the road of your relationship, he would ruin you for other guys. He’d get you so fucked up for him that you wouldn’t dream of anyone else getting you off, and not in the way he could. Not that you’d ever want to have anyone else like this after Nick. You were down bad and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences that would no doubt come with dating the golden boy from Sunnyvale.

Nick, however, was sick of the unwanted title. He was tired of trying to live up to it and be the guy who could do no wrong, and maybe that’s what made this moment so surreal to him. Nick Goode, future Police Chief, currently burying himself to the brim in a shadysider when he should be participating in the degrading color game going on outside.

But, as Nick sets a steady rhythm, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with the girl he loved.

It felt as if he was saying a massive fuck you to all the people who looked up to him for things he really didn’t want to be part of.

Your legs eventually wrapped around his waist that was still covered by his pants, tightening when he delivered a particularly rough thrust into you. Your chests were pressed completely together with no space in between and Nick leaned down to suck another love bite onto your shoulder. It would be visible if you wore the tank top currently on the floor, so you’d have to remember to switch to a t-shirt after this to hide it. Nick couldn’t help but mark you as his, making you purple in spots that could be visible to everyone with a slip of your shirt. It was the only way he could show that you were taken and that no one had any business trying to get with you when it was him that got to see you like this.

You tried your best to quiet your moans, your whimpers being the only sound in the room. Nick had his face pressed to your neck, his low groans being lost to your skin. You knew you had to be quiet, for the sake of your relationship, but you felt the urge to make him feel as good as he possibly could.

So, you gently pressed against him and flipped him around so his head was against the single pillow with you now situated on top of him. Nick’s hands found your waist while yours rested on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his clear and spotless skin when you began to move your hips.

Your plan to get him to be loud seemed to work as he now had nothing to hide his face in so his moans sounded through the empty room. Satisfied, you lift your hips and drop back down onto him, feeling him stretch even deeper into you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, surprised you were able to take all of him, let alone take him to the deepest part of you.

One of Nick’s hands left your hips to wrap around one of your wrists, his lips pressing kisses to your forearm. “Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling of him inside you and the kisses he was placing on you. How was this boy even real? And how did you manage to have him all to yourself?

Nick must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he let go of your hand, allowing it to grip his shoulder while his thumb moved up to pull at your lower lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching the way you nearly squealed in ecstasy when he lifted his hips to fuck into you. “God, look at you. So pretty.”

His words of praise sent heat waves down your body and you let your head fall back, throaty groans leaving you as your pace picked up. Testing something new, Nick dropped his thumb from your lip and wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying the faintest amount of pressure.

Your eyes widen at the new feeling and your hips rocked even faster, moans freely leaving your mouth. It was clear that neither of you cared about your increasing volume at this point. In fact, Nick was sure he wouldn’t mind someone coming in to see you on top of him, riding him until you both had nothing left to give.

That would really demolish the golden boy status and Nick felt like coming at the thought of you helping him ruin his unwanted reputation. You and him, proving to everyone that he wasn’t what they thought, not in the slightest. If he was what they wanted him to be, he wouldn’t be currently getting fucked by someone considered inferior to him, even though he knew you were better than those people could ever be. You actually saw him for who he was. You knew him and that was all that mattered. All he needed was his sweet and incredibly hot girlfriend to feel like he was truly himself. You were what was missing in his life up to the point of him meeting you, he was sure.

The thought of you, the only girl he’s ever let himself love, tainting his reputation beyond repair had him moaning loudly, his hand falling from your throat to grab your waist once again.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten with you. Not only did he find someone who didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, but he found someone who helped bring out the real him. He was in love with you.

Nick felt like he was on cloud nine and he had no problem with never coming down. If this was the way you made him feel, he knew he wanted you forever.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sitting up with one hand behind him, holding him up. His other hand stayed on your waist, assisting you in bouncing yourself on him. You straddled him, your hands coming up to grip the sides of his face while your chest brushed his with every bounce of your body. One of the straps of your bra fell off your shoulder, exposing your chest to him even more and his hand moved up to tug the strap down your arm, fully exposing your full chest to him, despite your other bra strap still hugging your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You look so pretty riding me, so pretty stuffing yourself with me. I love you.”

“I love you,” you could only whisper back, your throat beginning to become sore from your increasingly loud moans mixed with the faint fingerprints that littered your neck. “I want this forever, want you forever. Fuck, you feel so good.”

It was as if you had read his exact thoughts and it had him breaking out in a large grin, kissing you quickly. “You’re mine, now,” he said, kissing your collarbone while the hand that wasn't gripping your waist came up to tug and pinch your nipple. “Mine forever.”

At this promise, you sped up the movements of your hips, fucking onto him with the last remaining energy you had. You felt yourself getting closer to the point of no return and you wanted nothing more than to let go around him.

Your hips began to shake beyond your control, and Nick stepped in to help keep the pace going by fucking up into you. “I’m close,” you mumbled against his lips, your eyes tearing up from how good you felt at that moment. “You’re so big, so deep. I’ve never felt this full before.”

Nick groaned at your praises, sloppily kissing your neck to prolong the inevitable.

The things you’ve said are completely new. You’ve never cared enough about your past relationships to feel the need to praise them in any way you could, but Nick was just too good at this to not be showered with them. The physical and emotional connection you felt with him ran so much deeper than both of you probably realized.

“Yeah?” He asked against your skin, his fingers no doubt creating bruises on your hips. “You should come for me, then.”

The way he said it both desperately and nonchalantly at the same time had your mouth opening while moans flew from it, your grip on his hair and shoulders becoming increasingly tight as you felt yourself explode around him.

You completely lost yourself, continuing to lazily bounce on Nick as he groaned against you. “Come in me,” you whimpered against his lips. Nick’s eyes widened at your request and he’s never felt more turned on than he did in that moment. “Paint me as yours, please, I want it so bad.”

Your pleas and the overall tightness from you had Nick reaching his climax, too, bucking up into you and painting your walls like you desperately asked him to. You whimpered at the feeling, this being the first time you ever allowed anyone to finish inside you, while Nicked moaned loudly, filling you with everything he had left to offer.

When he finished, the movement of your hips finally halted, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.

As you held each other, Nick once again questioned how in the hell he got so lucky. You were the first girl he ever got the pleasure of climaxing in and the thought that it could very well end in a pregnancy made his heart race. He made a mental note that one day, he’d put a baby in you. His baby. Something that only the two of you can share, that only belonged to you and him, but that’s a conversation for another time.

Both yours and Nick’s skin was sweaty, and his hair was messy and all over the place, a dead giveaway for what you had just done. You laughed to yourself as your hands came up to flatten out the messy strands, placing a final kiss to his forehead when you finished.

Nick’s breathing was staggered and uneven and he allowed himself to fall back onto the pillow, bringing you down with him.

You laughed then immediately let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him still inside you, your body beginning to feel sensitive the longer he stayed buried in you. You knew you’d have to release him eventually, but you both knew that meant you then had to separate and possibly spend days apart, so you kept him inside you for as long as you could.

With your chest pressed to his, you slid your arms up and under his pillow, creating a crevice for his head to rest in. You smiled at the satisfied look on his face and pecked his chin before resting your head on his shoulder. “You look so hot,” you murmured, your skin forming goosebumps when his fingers began to run up and down your back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly, bringing one of your hands down to run your fingers across his chest. “Just like this. So content and fucked out.”

Nick smirked, his arms wrapping around your form and his lips pressing to your head. “It’s because of you,”

You hummed, tilting your head up and allowing him to connect your lips. This kiss was long and sweet, no indication of it starting anything else. The best kind of kisses, in your opinion.

You pulled away and put your head on his chest, the faint sound of his heartbeat calming you. “We should get dressed soon,” Nick said, even though he really didn’t want to. But, he was a counselor after all and he had to make up for the lost time.

He didn’t regret this in the slightest, though. He’d much rather lay here with you than go back outside and pretend to be something he was so far from.

“I know,” you mumble, pressing one final and quick kiss to his lips before sitting up.

You finally allowed him to slip out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling, and stood up, redressing your lower half. You fixed your bra while Nick zipped his pants back up and threw his shirt back on.

With a glance at your reflection in the mirror on top of the dresser, your eyes widen at the purple mark on your shoulder. “Nick!”

At your loud call of his name, Nick quickly stood up and looked around for any sign of a possible threat before he realised there was none. “What?”

You turned to face him and pointed at the mark, watching as a smirk forms on his lips.

“Oh,” he says and walks over to you.

“People are going to see that when I put my shirt back on,” you whined, referring to the little coverage your tank top did for your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. I need to show you’re taken somehow,”

You rolled your eyes as he gently pushed you to the side, opening the top drawer of the dresser. He grabbed one of his shirts and held it out to you.

You raised your brows, eyes on the piece of fabric. “I can’t wear your shirt,” you say. “People will know it’s not mine, and your brother will know it’s yours if he were to see me in it.”

“If anyone asks,” Nick starts, taking it upon himself to slip the shirt over your head. “Just say yours got ruined during the game and I offered you one of mine.”

With a weary glance at your boyfriend, you adjusted the shirt that fell to your mid thigh. You tucked the front of it into your shorts as Nick’s hands found their home on either side of your face.

“It will be fine,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you when I’m around.”

You nod and step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle while his wrap around your shoulders. You share a final hug, knowing that it’d be a while before you would be able to be back in his arms, something that both of you hated but had to cooperate with nonetheless.

One day you’d be with him everyday, living with him and just being with him in every sense possible. He’d make sure of it.

Nick/Ted’s “because I’m a counselor” has been permanently burned into my mind. It’s just so effortlessly hot

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick loves how small you are compared to him.

This was a request; A Nick Goode x Short reader (let me know if this is what you wanted, anon <3 much love. I’m super sorry if you don’t like the setting I added in x). Think of Nate and Maddy’s height difference. Gif has nothing to do with the imagine, he’s just fine af.

WARNINGS: smut, size kink, short reader, fingering, over simulation, unprotected sex, choking kink, possessive nick, established relationship, man handling (consensual), nick just straight up being obsessed with a short girl, shadyside reader (not really important, though), angst (if you squint), public harassment (that nick straightens up hella quick), jealous nick, slight innocence kink

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You were a short girl, you always had been. It’s not something you could just fix with plastic surgery (not that you had the money for that, anyway). Your legs were noticeably shorter than most girls your age, your torso was average and your overall height was a whopping 4’9. It made forming relationships extremely difficult. It seemed as if no one wanted a much shorter than short girlfriend.

Well, except Nick.

Nick was your boyfriend and had been for the past nine months. You felt as if you were the luckiest girl in the world when you met him. Not only was he really into you as a person, but he also didn’t have a fraction of a problem with your size. In fact, you’d go as far as to say he was overly proud at the fact that you were so little in comparison to him and he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to with you.

You stood in the lobby, waiting for Nick to return from his quick meeting with his superior. With nothing else to do, you picked at your nails, the clear coat you painted on a few days ago chipping at your touch. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings in the slightest, so when you heard the sound of a low whistle, you ignored it and continued to pick off the clear polish.

“Look what we have here,” you heard someone say from behind you and your ears perk up at that. With a glance to your left, you see two men standing a few feet away from you. “You’re quite a small one, aren’t you?”

At that, you drop your hand to your side and squint your eyes at them. “I’d love to see the guy who takes you home,” the other one said, biting his lip in a way that had you visibly cringing. “I’d love to be the guy who takes you home.”

Yuck. These guys were going to be police officers soon? This town really was fucked.

The bolder one steps closer to you, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. “What’s your name, doll?”

You looked up at him. He was average in height, much taller than you but also much shorter than Nick. You gave him a big, but extremely fake, smile. “Why the hell would I tell you my name?”

“Ooh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you, little one?” You scoffed at the unwanted nickname, stepping away from the guy. “I like it. I could use a girl like you in my life, in more than one way, if you see what I’m getting at here.”

“You don’t know me,” you mutter and turn away from him. You were too busy dealing with the unwanted attention to notice or hear the ding from the elevator, signaling its arrival to the main floor.

“But I could get to know you, we both could,” he gestures over to his friend, who was equally as pervy as the one standing in front of you. “What do you say?”

He reached out to grab your arm, but before he could, another hand gripped his wrist when it was inches away from touching you. “I’d say you better keep your hands off of her if you want to still have them,” you hear the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him. Nick notices your discomfort and gently grabs your waist, pulling you into his side and away from the guy.

Nick was considerably taller than both men, but that didn’t seem to stop the bold one from stepping closer to the two of you. “And who are you, exactly?” The guy stepped even closer, his face now inches from Nick’s. Granted, he had to stare up at Nick, but he didn’t show any sign of feeling inferior to him.

He probably should have.

Nick pushed you behind him, tilting his head up slightly as he looked at your harasser. “I’m her boyfriend,” he said, watching as the man rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but Nick beat him to it. “The name’s Nick Goode. Maybe you’ve heard of me?”

At the mention of his name, the guy’s smirk and smug look vanished and were replaced with panic and fear. “Nick Goode?” He asked, stepping away from him. You had to peek around Nick’s body to be able to see what was happening. You couldn’t stand on your tippy toes and peer over his shoulder as you reached way below that. “As in, Sheriff Goode’s son, Nick Goode?”

Nick just raised his brows, a deadly look in his eyes. That was enough of an answer as it had the man backing away, his hands up in defense. “My bad, dude,” he said and you pressed your face against Nick’s bicep, wrapping your arms around his left one. You watched with a small smile on your lips as the two men backed away. “Really, had I known she was your girl, I wouldn’t have even looked at her.”

He really wasn’t making things better. Nick glared at the men, hatred burning in his eyes. These were the guys that would back him up when carrying on his fathers legacy? “If you think that either of you will ever become part of the police force after this, you’ve got to be the dumbest people to ever walk in here,”

“Wait, what? No, man, you’ve got it all wrong,” one of them tried to defend themselves. “We didn’t know she had a boyfriend! You can’t ruin all we’ve worked for just because of harmless flirting, that’s not fair!”

Nick grabbed your small hand in his much bigger one. “You should’ve thought more about that before even deciding to look at her,” he said and tugged you along as he headed towards the exit.

You had to nearly jog to keep up with Nick’s long strides. His grip on your hand was tight and it was clear that what just happened pissed him off to no end. Nick had always been extremely protective of you and seeing another man trying to touch you must have set him off.

Once you got to his car, he opened the door for you, glancing back at the doors of the building. The doors were all glass, so he could clearly see the two men arguing from the spot Nick left them in.

He shut the car door once you were seated and you barely had your seatbelt on before he got in and turned the key, pulling away from the parking spot at the front of the building. You sat quietly, listening to Nick’s heavy breathing. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, making his already pale knuckles even more light in color.

“Are you okay?” You asked after a while of silence.

Nick looked over at you for a second before shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have left you there alone, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” you reach over and grab his right hand, holding it between your fingers. “Really, nothing really happened. You stopped it before it got that far.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “That asshole thought he could touch you right in front of me. Harass you right in front of me. I should go back and knock their teeth in for talking to you like that. I hate that they even thought they had a chance with you.”

You squeezed his hand, which probably only felt like a small pinch to him, before placing his hand on your thigh. The size comparison between you two was furthermore proven when his hand covered a good portion of your thigh, and he tightened the grip he had on your skin as he locked his jaw.

“Those boys wouldn’t have a chance with me even if they were the last remaining people on this planet,” you assure him, your hold on his wrist firm as you slowly slid his hand further up your thigh. Nick visibly tensed but kept a straight face, his eyes forward as he unknowingly began driving a bit faster. “Besides, why would I want them when I have my bigger, and much hotter boyfriend?”

The drive couldn’t have gone by slower. Nick felt as if time was moving in slow motion as he drove the familiar route back to his apartment in Sunnyvale.

Nick wasn’t usually the jealous type, possessive, sure, but not overly jealous. It was events like what happened with the two guys back there that had that jealousy brought out of him. You were so small and it made people think they could walk all over you and treat you like you were different without any consequences. Nick had proven that wrong on more than one occasion since you got together.

He’d be lying if he said your size wasn’t what attracted him to you in the first place. You looked so small when standing next to him and he could only imagine how small you’d look under him. But, he didn’t let his fantasies get in the way of getting to know you as a person. What came after that was just a bonus.

Still, the fact that people still think they have a chance with you when he made you his in every way possible had his blood boiling.

When he finally arrived home, his grip on you was tight and Nick had to be careful in making sure he didn’t break your hand. You were once again trying to keep up with his fast pace, your arm feeling like it was about to pop out of its socket with how far ahead Nick was.

He unlocked his door and tugged you inside. You stood in the middle of his living room while he brought his hands up to tug at his hair. He was extremely annoyed, clearly, and you didn’t want to piss him off even more so you stayed still. Nick ran his hands down his face and looked over at you.

You, in all honesty, looked like an angel. You stood there, a small white dress framing your figure beautifully, an innocent look on your face. Nick watched as you played with your fingers, waiting for him to do whatever was currently running through his mind.

Nick reached you in two strides, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His lips pressed to yours with a force that had you feeling light headed for a second. Once you registered his lips on yours, you kissed back with just as much need, your hands sliding up to grip his jaw.

He pressed into you, making you step back, nearly tripping over the coffee table. His hands moved to your waist, steadying you as his lips travelled to your neck. He sucked a dark purple mark there, his tongue swiping over it to soothe the sting.

Nick pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the pair of you letting out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, ignoring the small sting of pain from having to crane your neck, a knowing smile on your lips. He pulled away and took your hand once again, leading you to his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Nick pushed you onto his bed with little to no effort. You fell forward, your hands reaching out to catch yourself as you hit the softness of his bed. You turned around and leaned up on your elbows, watching as he slid his black jacket off, tossing it onto the chair that sat in the far corner of the room.

It was almost comical how much you turned Nick on and fed into his deepest fantasies. You, laying on his bed, your dress having slipped up to reveal all areas of your thighs and legs to him, all while looking like something straight out of heaven.

Nick fell on top of you, his forearms catching his body before he completely crushed you. He kept his lower half pressed against yours, his left thigh coming up to slip between yours, the top of his knee pressing against your thinly covered heat. Your mouth opened to let out a breathless moan, your eyes closing and head falling back against the pillow. Nick kept his weight on his right forearm, his left hand trailing down your body. It starts by sliding down the area between your breasts then down your stomach before finally sliding under the thin material of your flimsy dress.

He presses his mouth to yours once he slips his hand under the fabric of your underwear, his finger immediately finding your bundle of nerves. His thumb presses against it, rubbing circles on it as your mouth breaks away from his to release a string of moans. Your hands tug on his shirt and hair, needing something to hold onto as he teased you.

Nick moves to suck on your neck again, giving you another mark as his middle finger slips past your folds after gathering your wetness with it. Your hand tugs at his hair harder, biting down on your lower lip to quiet your moans. You were still somewhat shy when it came to sex, despite Nick telling you over and over again that he loves the sounds you make for him, craves it, even.

As he slips his pointer finger past your folds, his lips press against yours, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip to allow your moans to freely leave your mouth. His fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace and it had your legs shaking with want.

“Those fuckers thought they could have you like this,” Nick muttered against your lips. He pumped his fingers faster, feeling the wetness begin to coat them completely. “Thought they could touch what belongs to me, what I’ve tainted as my own.”

You moaned at both the feeling of his fingers and his words, the jealousy dripping from them making your heart skip a beat. “Fuck, Nick,” you whimpered, reaching down to grip his wrist, your hand moving with his.

“If only they could see you now,” he growled, moving his head so he could suck on your collar bone. He slid his fingers in as deep as they could go and kept them there, feeling your tight walls clench around him. Your breath got caught in your throat, your moans coming out broken and strained. “If only they saw how good you are for me.”

Nick went back to his attack on your chest, his mouth marking everywhere it could as his fingers resumed their movements. “Don’t stop,” you cried out, your hands moving up to his face, gripping the sides of it as if your life depended on it. “Please.”

Nick didn’t dare as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, your hand moving up to tug on his hair again. You felt the burning sensation spread all over your body, your stomach twisting as that familiar feeling crept up on you.

Nick watched you unravel before him, a proud smirk on his lips as he pumps his fingers even faster, feeling your juices seep out and onto the palm of his hand. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it.

“Fuck, yes,” you rasped out. “I’m close.”

Nick leaned down to run his tongue along the length of your neck, licking a stripe as he feels your walls hug his fingers even tighter. With his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, you allow the knot to snap completely, your juices dripping onto his fingers as you reach your high. Your back arches, your chest pressing to Nick’s as moans flee from your mouth.

He continued to fuck his fingers into you, riding out your climax for as long as possible, only stopping when your legs began to shake uncontrollably. He slipped his fingers out of you with ease, bringing the digits up to his mouth to suck on them, savoring the taste that was you. You watched with hooded eyes as he sucked off every drop of your release and moved to sit back on his knees.

He grabbed your small hand and placed it over his jean covered crotch. “Do you think you can take one more?” He asked, removing his fingers from his mouth.

You nodded and sat up on your knees, your head barely meeting his chest. You gripped his shirt in your hands, tugging the white material up until it was over his head and discarded on the floor next to the bed. Nick placed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back while fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. His hands fell to your waist, scrunching up your dress so it pooled at your waist for a second before taking it off you completely.

He pulled away and groaned at the sight of your white bra that matched your underwear. As you finally managed to unzip his pants, he slid one of the straps off your shoulders, leaning down even further to lock his lips around your nipple when it became exposed to him. Your left hand tugged at his hair while your other one palmed him through his black boxers. You kicked off your ankle boots while Nick slid off his converse, the shoes hitting the hardwood with a thud.

He pushed you back down onto the pillow, his hand reaching around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side. You did your best to push his jeans down his legs, but your arms could only reach so far in this position. So, instead, you slid your underwear down your legs while Nick kicked off his jeans and boxers.

He hovered over you again, his body against yours and his waist tucked between your thighs. He kissed you, one of his hands moving down to grip his length and line himself up with your entrance. He pulled away from your lips as he slipped in you, your previous orgasm making it extremely easy.

Instantly he filled you, stretching your walls around him in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin.

You were still so tight even after the many times you and Nick have done this and he felt as if you were made to fit him exactly. You were crafted to be able to take him and only him like this, and he made sure that he ruined you for any other guy. Not that he’d allow another guy to have you this way. You were his.

Nick’s body covered yours completely. If anyone were to walk in and see him, they wouldn’t be able to see you at all. Not that anyone would walk in, anyway, as he lived alone. Hopefully, though, he’d have you living here with him soon.

He pulled out almost entirely before slipping into you, pulling a moan from your parted lips. “I can feel you,” you whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your lower stomach. “Right here.”

Nick watched as you pushed his hand down, the outline of him inside you visible as he pressed up against you from the inside. “Fuck,” he muttered, watching the outline fade as he pulled halfway out, only to see it again as he rocked back into you. He groaned out, fucking into you at a steady rhythm.

Your hand returned to his shoulder, gripping it so hard that your knuckles began to turn white. Nick lowered himself onto you, covering your entire upper body with his. One of his hands pressed flat against the comforter beside your head, keeping him steady, while his other moved to grip your waist.

You looked so small under him and the sight pulled a deep moan from him, his hips rocking against yours with a force that you knew would leave bruises tomorrow.

Nick’s mind went back to the first time he had you like this. You were so shy back then, your cheeks tinted red in a never ending blush. He remembered the nervous expression on your face when you first saw him completely naked, worried that he wouldn’t even be able to fit. Nick was worried, too, but more so at the fact that he might actually break you.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case, but the memory of taking you for the first time had his mind go into a frenzy.

He pulled away and leaned back on his knees, his hand sliding down your body to tightly grip your waist. “Fuck yourself on me,” he muttered, his voice sounding strained. He was usually so good at keeping control of situations, but that ability goes out the window every time he gets to see you like this.

He watched as your hips pushed down to impale yourself further on him, desperately trying to bring back the friction he created. It was useless as you could only move so much from your position. Still, you fucked yourself on him as best you could, your fingers brushing against his abdomen every time you sunk back on him. Nick pushed your hips down so you were once again flat against the mattress, rocking into you while staying on his knees.

You were louder and more whiny than usual, but that was all thanks to Nick and his fingers. You were overstimulated but craved the feeling that came with him being inside you, connecting with you completely and making you feel whole. Like every other part of him, he was big. It never failed to surprise you that he even fit all the way and you were beginning to believe that he had molded you so that you could only ever take all of him.

Keeping one hand on your hip, he reached the other one up to wrap around your throat. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to block your airways slightly, a feeling you didn’t know you loved until a few months ago when Nick decided to try something different. Not only did it drive you wild, but it drove Nick insane to see how his whole hand could barely fit around your neck. His thumb had to press against your jaw so that his hand could effectively wrap around you.

You looked so easy to break, too fragile to be handled with such force, but you loved every second of it. You were, without a doubt, the most perfect girl Nick had ever met. And you were all his.

He grabbed your upper back, tugging you upwards so you were straddling him. Nick still remained in control, lifting your body up and down on his, guiding your movements as he fucked up into you.

You fall forward, your head resting on his chest, bumping into it with every thrust of his hips. You clung onto him, your hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders. Broken moans spewed from your lips, your nails digging into his skin when he gave a particularly hard thrust that had the tip of him hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Look at you,” Nick nearly cooed, bringing one of his hands up to grip the side of your face, making you crane your neck to look up at him. “Doing so good for me, taking me so well. I wish those scumbags could see you now, see how good you look while being fucked by me.”

“I love you,” you cried out, strands of hair falling onto your face. Nick pushed them back, squeezing one side of your face to keep you looking up at him. “No one else can have me like this. I’m yours, all yours. Fuck, only you can fuck me, only you can get me off.”

Your words were dirty and not something you’d ever say outside the bedroom. Your strained voice and claims had him dangerously close to reaching his high, something he refused to allow happen until he made you reach yours. He dropped your body back on the bed, his own body falling back on top of yours. He hooks one of your legs around his waist, rocking his hips into yours even faster than before.

He was starting to become exhausted, but the need to see you come again overpowered that feeling. A thin layer of sweat lined his forehead and the back of his neck, heavy breaths and groans leaving his parted lips. He leaned down to kiss you again, feeling your nails beginning to leave marks on his shoulders. It was a telltale sign that you were close again and he kept one hand next to your head while his other trails down to press firmly against your clit.

It quickly became too much and you broke away from the kiss, moaning loudly into his shoulder as you climax once again, your walls clenching around him impossibly tight. Nick dropped his head onto your shoulder, continuing to thrust into you, using your body to get himself off.

The added feeling of your release had him squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his own high crash down on him. You whimpered, feeling extremely overstimulated and held onto this biceps tightly, letting him fuck his warmth into you. A few more seconds pass before he stills completely, keeping his head tucked away on your shoulder, his face pressed against the side of your neck.

He wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his side, making your body lay half on top of his and half on the bed. He presses a final kiss to your neck and slips out of you, your legs shaking at the feeling.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, drawing random shapes onto Nick’s chest while he regains control of his breathing. He leans his head down to press a kiss to your lips, slow and intimate, his hand coming up to fix your messy hair. “I’m sorry about what those guys said to you,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

You shook your head, moving up so you were eye level with him, pressing your hand to his chest firmly. “It’s not your fault. They were just pervy assholes,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “Who got put in their place really quick, thanks to you. That was hot, by the way.”

Nick rolled his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gently moving away from you. He stood up, gathering the discarded clothing the two of you tossed around his room. He threw them into a pile in the corner of his room, outside the bathroom door, before walking back over to you, extending his hand out. “Come on,” he said, pulling you up once you placed your hand in his. “We’re going to shower and then I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“Ooh,” you say, letting him tug you off the bed. “What's the occasion?-” As soon as your feet touched the floor, your legs gave out and you fell into Nick. He caught you, holding you up by your waist.

He laughed down at you, your face beginning to tint red, embarrassed at how wobbly your legs were. “No occasion,” he replied, wrapping your arm around his neck while he places his arm under the backs of your thighs, picking you up easily. “I just want to see the stares you get when you stumble into everything on the way to our table, thanks to me.”

“I hate you,” you muttered and he laughed again, walking into the bathroom with you in his arms.

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, setting you down so you could sit on the edge of the bathtub. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you said you loved me.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes while he turned the shower on. “You’re hearing things,”

Nick shook his head and picked you up again as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I’m sure I am,” he said, steadying you once your feet hit the tiled floor of the shower. “I love you, too.”

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