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NICK F. makeup

🗒 : gn!reader, nicholas furcillo
🔗 : doing nicks makeup HELP
: suggestive, fluff, college!au
: NEW LAYOUT!! im back so sorry i released this instead of a request </3 this was the only thing in my drafts ill get on reqs rn

you weren't someone to go out and get wasted. rather, you would sit inside and study for upcoming exams due to overthinking.

sometimes, you would consider attending parties—only if they were kaitlyn's. you'd known her since kindergarten, best friends ever since. you were close enough to not chat for months but still be each other's best friends.

kaitlyn would hang out with a group sometimes, the cutest boy you'd ever seen would be in that group. she introduced you to all of them, the australian, cute boy you met was pretty much the only single one.

emma and abi, girlfriends. ryan, dylan, and kaitlyn, dating. jacob, stuck on emma. you and nick bonded over it, becoming close buddies.

you and nick were study buddies, meeting up at the library and whatnot. he would lend you his earbuds and you share one with him.

in lucky scenarios, you might even fall asleep on his shoulder if you were too tired to continue working. it had never happened though.

kaitlyn held parties that everyone went to, she was meticulous and intelligent enough already so she didn't care much about her studies. she knew about your crush on the lanky, goofy boy.

so, one fateful day, you attended kaitlyn's party. you were happy with your exam scores—which made you finally decide to let loose.

"..uh, hello?" you knocked on the door of kaitlyn's shared apartment. loud music played but her neighbors ignored it. it was probably a stupid idea to knock on the door when you go to a party, so you let yourself in.

shutting the door behind you, kaitlyn rushed through the people to run up to you. "hey, y/n! sorry, i was getting you a drink." kaitlyn referred to your message saying you were coming a couple minutes ago.

a red, plastic cup filled with cold water was offered to you. "i know you don't drink." kaitlyn snickered—you took the drink from her hands and nodded as a thank you.

"your.. lover boy is somewhere around here. i told him you'd be here!" kaitlyn scurried through the crowd and leaded you to a quieter room, just a smaller living room.

nick was chatting with emma, a small smile tickled his face. emma was holding a small makeup kit, new and unopened. as you approached, nick's eyes caught yours. he slightly waved, readjusting his posture and his grin widening.

"y/n, i think- you should do nick's makeup!" emma slurred her words, shoving the kit into your arms. kaitlyn simply chuckled, walking off to find her other guests. you raised a brow, "and what, put some lipstick on him?".

a playful smirk appeared on emma's face, "if you won't, i will." her words blended together, barely comprehendible. "okay, fine. where's the bedroom?" you sighed, linking your arm with nick's getting ready to drag him.

"oh, getting freaky already? it's down that hall on the- at the end on the right." emma's hands flew everywhere. you set your drink down, dragging nick down the hall.

you looked over at nick as you walked, "are you okay with this? i mean if you're no-" nick interrupted. "yeah—yeah! it's fine. just don't make me look ugly." you both chuckled, finally entering the room.

you sat nick down on the bed, he was crisscrossed and his upper body rested in the headboard. before you sat, you opened the makeup kit. "okay, whatever we're working with... i have no idea how to use." you were honest, but it made the both of you cackle.

"c'mon, you surely would know!" nick's smile was directed at you—his smile was caused by you. finally sitting down, you were distanced. "nick, i need you to like.. lay down." nick obeyed, nodding positioning his body flat on the bed, back on the mattress.

"what're we starting with?" nick questioned as you tossed your left leg over him and by his side. "uh.. probably the blush and stuff." you lowered down onto his hips, grabbing the items you needed.

nick looked at you, his pretty eyes were so easy to get lost in. you stared at each other, time slowing. you broke eye contact, looking everywhere around the room but him. "oh- um. right..." you set yourself down onto your elbows, right by his head.

you opened the container of blush, "i don't wanna make you look too awful, so we'll just do something simple.." you trailed off in a quiet tone.

you dipped the brush into the blush, patting it down onto his cheeks to frame his face. it was light, only to make him look like he had been blessed by the gods with his face. which, he already had.

nick had been staring at you, his lips somewhat parted and obviously stuck in a train of though. you finished up that part, closing the container. you had an idea for the lipstick, so you decided to do that next.

you chose the dull, deep red in the makeup kit, applying it on your lips. "i thought that was supposed to go on me?" nick seemed confused, not catching onto your plan yet.

you took the chance and placed your lips on his. nick didn't move, so you pulled away. as you were about to apologize, nick pulled your head back down.

your lips roughly moved with nick's. you moved your arms to cup his cheeks, one arm of nick's moving to your cheek and one to your waist.

all the motion made your hips rub against nick's pants, forcing a moan out of his mouth. it was sweet, just like him. you jut your tongue into his mouth, moving with the moment.

nick let out more groans—they were deep and rough but you were the one in control at the moment. you began to caress nick's waist, a slight curve. it made him squirm as you trailed your kisses down to his jawline. you ran hickeys on nick's neck, leaving one than letting your tongue graze against his neck.

it left him moaning and groaning, your legs entangling. "fuck, y/n!" nick threw his head back as you teased. his australian accent always lit something in you—you just never knew it lit something this big.

nick's hands went to your shirt, he looked down at you. you left a light kiss in response, letting him know you consented. nick's hands played with the hem of your shirt than you felt his fingertips slide up and on the midsection of your bare back.

the door opened and hit the wall, alarming the both of you. nick pulled away and you quickly moved off of him. "oh—emma, hey!" you picked up a random brush and smiled. nick sat up, "what's uh.. what's up?".

emma sighed, "at least lock the door, idiots." she twisted the tip of the knob to lock the door, than slammed it. "well, you definitely have lipstick on." nick's lipstick was smeared everywhere, hickeys on display and probably impossible to hide.

nick's eyes were content but still needy. sweat beaded down his forehead and he was breathing heavily. "if—if you didn't know, i really like you." nick breathlessly said but the goofy grin on his face made you giggle.

"i think you could tell, but i really like you too." you grabbed nick's hand, getting up out of bed and pulling him along with you. "wait- what's going on?" he looked lost, so you explained. "let's get out of here, yeah?" nick followed along, nodding as he let you pull him anywhere—forgetting about your appearances.