BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)

Stare (Nicholas Ruffilo x Female Reader)

*AN:Explicit Content 18+ NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

PAIRING: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

CONTENT WARNING: voyeurism/exhibitionism, sexual content, mentions of kink-shaming, p in v sex

SUMMARY: One day you are drunk on the phone with your best friend, Nicholas Ruffilo and you accidentally tell him your deepest, darkest secret. While celebrating earning your Master's Degree, Nicholas surprises you in a way you could never imagine.

--30 Days of Bad Omens writing challenge using the word 'stare'

--This is real-person fiction. Real people in fictitious situations. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read.

-Crossposted on Tumblr and AO3

END AN**

____________________

"Are you ready?" Nick Ruffilo turns to you from the couch.

You've been friends with Nick since high school and have remained close despite you going off to college and him touring the world with his band, Bad Omens. You two would flirt back and forth when apart and when together you bicker like siblings, but he has always made you feel safe.

During finals week you had too much to drink one night and accidentally spilled your deepest, darkest sexual secret to Nick while he started dosing off from the time difference since the band was touring Europe. When he woke up the next day he didn't bring it up so you figured he didn't hear you... until today.

Last night at your graduation celebration for your Master's degree. You got really drunk from too many Jello shots. All you remember was Nick showed up unannounced and by the end of the night, you two were kissing under a dazzling display of fireworks.

You've been with other guys before, but none of them took the time to understand your desires and what arouses you. Whenever you brought up your kinks they were immediately dismissed or they called you a 'freak'. So you shoved that side of yourself away when you were dating until you swore off all men in your final year of university to dedicate your time to your studies. You learned a lot about yourself during that time, but you thought you would have more time before you ever talked to a guy about your kinks... until now.

You are pacing now in Nick's apartment. "I can hear your wheels turning. Seriously just come talk to me."

You glare at Nick from the kitchen and flip him off. You know he means well, but you are too anxious to even form a coherent sentence. You rummage around in his kitchen until you find the one thing that will save you: whiskey. Not even bothering with a glass you pop off the lid and take one deep gulp. The warm liquid burns the back of your throat, but you don't mind it. You welcome anything that will relax your nerves. Your heart rate slows slightly and your toes start to tingle, a nice buzz.

"Want a shot?" you yell from the kitchen.

Nick just shakes his head. After you put the bottle away you make your way back to Nick. The soft leather couch creaks as you take your place next to Nick. He takes your hands in his. His large tattooed hands are surprisingly warm against yours. His touch instantly soothes you.

"Look at me," he says softly. You could get lost in the field of his bright green eyes. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I know, I'm really nervous but I know you will take care of me, keep me safe." Nick squeezes your hand gently.

"Remember our safe words: green, yellow, and red. You can use them at any time."

"I know." You finally exhale the breath you've been holding. Nick brushes a tendril of hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear.