BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)

Makeshift ( Nick Folio x Female Reader)

PAIRING: Nick Folio x Reader

Summary: You accidentally interrupt Nick's practice session and there are consequences.

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

--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

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The rain pounds against the window as lightning cracks the sky. Nick Folio has been restless all day. He didn't sleep much since the guys had a huge party last night, the last one before the tour starts in a few days. He can't go fishing or take his Harley out in the raging storm. Nick rubs his temples with a huff trying to get the memory of you out of his mind. Nick loves a good joke, but your mouth was relentless. Too many shots of tequila had you stripping your clothes off too. Now Nick won't complain about what he saw of you, but he prefers a good challenge and last night 'desperate' was practically written on your forehead.

By the end of the night, you stumbled out of the house in your lacy bra, mini skirt, and one shoe. God only knows where your other heel is. Nick shakes the memory of him wrapping his leather jacket around you to cover your indecency as he helped you into the Uber.

Nick pushes himself off the kitchen counter and swipes Ruffilo's pack of cigs and lighter nearby. He heads to the makeshift practice room in the garage, grunting as he stretches at the threshold. He opens the garage door and lights his cigarette. The rain is drizzling now and the sun has peeked out from the clouds.

Nick inhales deeply, letting the smoke fills his lungs. He flicks the ashes in the ashtray behind his drumset and settles down on the drum throne. He pops the cig back in his mouth and puts his headphones on.

He pulls another drag before getting lost in the rhythm and thrashing of the drums. Time blurs around him and in no time sweat sticks tendrils to his forehead and temple. The cigarette has long been discarded same with his t-shirt. Nick pauses only to run a hand through his hair slicking it back. That's when he finds you staring at him from the driveway.

"Hey, Nick." His eyes narrow slightly as he eyes his leather jacket draped over your shoulders.

"How long have you been watching me?" Nick smirks.

"A while," you shrug casually. You try to play it cool but find it difficult as you watch Nick's shoulders flex as he grabs the pack of cigarettes.

"Are you going to just stand there and look pretty or.." Nick keeps his gaze on you as he lights another cigarette. Your mouth falls open slightly as he puffs smoke in your direction.

"R-right," you stammer out. "Here." You shed the jacket from your shoulders. Nick rises from behind his kit to meet you in the middle. As you hand Nick his jacket your fingers brush against each other. Quickly, you turn your gaze away hoping he didn't notice.

"Cool posters," you rush out as you smooth your sweaty palms over your jeans. You swallow down the nerves stirring in your stomach.

"Thanks." Nick walks over and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Sorry about last night." You wring your hands nervously unable to meet his eyes.

"You were wild last night." Nick rolls his eyes as he sets down the jacket on his throne.

"I'm usually not like that." You justify, but the air leaves your lungs when Nick crosses his arms over his chest. Nick sighs shaking his head.

"Then what are you like? You know what, never mind. Get inside." Nick gestures to the door.

"Wait, what?" Your brows furrow as your process his demand.

"Don't make me say it again." Nick's voice goes deep and raspy.

There's a slight twang to his voice that you didn't notice before and it makes your pussy throb. Nick opens his mouth to say speak again but your feet start moving through the garage on their own. A deep chuckle comes from behind you as you open the door.

Nick grabs his jacket from the stool and instantly your scent fills his lungs. Nick bites back a moan as he crosses the threshold. His pretty little interruption is going to pay for looking so damn sexy in his jacket. Nick finds you lounging on the couch in the living room.

"In here," Nick yells across the room.

You shoot up from the couch. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as your mind begins to spiral.

"Clothes off. Everything but your bra and panties." Nick instructs from the corner of the kitchen.

You quickly cast your clothes to the ground. Goosebumps spread over your arms as you stand bare before Nick. Your cheeks flush as Nick looks you up and down.

"Bold of you to wear the same set you stumbled out of the house in last night." Nick laughs without humor. "Bend over." Nick points to the kitchen island. "You threw up on the kitchen island last night after your fifth shot of tequila. Poor Noah had to clean up your mess."

You brace yourself against the cool granite countertop. Nick's warm hand rubs against your ass.

"Strike one." You grunt on impact as the pain spreads across your skin.

"You ok?" Nick whispers.

His warm breath heats the shell on your ear. You nod as best as you can against the counter. Nick snakes his nondominant hand between your thighs. Your legs tense to the sudden sensation as he cups your sex.

"Does that turn you on?"

Nick asks as he moves the fabric of your thong to the side. He slides two fingers along your folds then up to tease your clit. You whimper as Nick murmurs, "Baby, you are soaked."

Nick removes his fingers from your pussy. Wet noises and moans fall from Nick's mouth as he licks your juices from his glistening fingers. He fists your hair and tugs slightly.

"Two.." Nick pulls harder as the other hand makes swift contact with your reddening ass cheek. He doesn't give you a chance to breathe as he lands another firm smack to the other cheek. "Three."

Nick releases his hold on your hair to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn't bother taking off his pants he just pulls his hard-on from his boxers. Nick grunts as he pumps his hard cock and then teases the tip against your entrance. He palms both of your ass cheeks soothing slightly before slamming his open hands to your fleshy mounds. You shriek at the sudden pain that spreads through you. Nick grips your hips so hard his fingernails dig into your delicate skin. Nick relentlessly slams his cock into you. Thrusting hard and fast as you grind back into him.

"Fuck," you both curse in unison as Nick quickens his pace.

Sweat slicks between you as Nick leans over you. He trails on hand to the front of your thigh while keeping his punishing rhythm. His fingers split your folds before circling your clit. You mewl arching your back pulling his cock deeper into you.

"You take me so well." Nick grits out through clenched teeth. 

Stars speckle behind your eyelids as Nick shouts," Fuck, baby, come with me." Nick's meticulous thrusts turn sporadic as he bottoms out. You scream his name as your pussy walls clench around him until he fills you with every drop until it starts to drip down your thigh. Nick bites back another curse as he withdraws from you. 

He tucks himself back into his boxers and whispers, "Now let's find your missing heel."