BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)

You're All Mine (Nicholas Ruffilo x Female Reader)

*AN:Warning: Explicit Content 18+

PAIRING: Nicholas Ruffilo x Female Reader

SUMMARY: Folio invites you to a bonfire, but when Nicholas asks you to tag along for a beer run somehow you find yourself deep in the woods.

CW: Primal - predator/prey chase, POV switching, brief mentions of OFC - from 'Oranges' (because I love a good crossover), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling (m receiving), cum eating.

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

--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-

Nicholas' alarm jolts him awake at the ass crack of dawn. He groans when he rolls onto his side and glares at his phone before silencing the alarm. His legs throb when he stands up from the bed and shuffles over to the closet. Rubbing his tired eyes he groans cursing himself for asking Noah to train him to run faster. Now, Nicholas understands the importance of health and fitness. It's not just for his physical and mental health but God does he hate it.

He shrugs on a hoodie and sweats and then remembers why he's putting himself through hell.

For you.

It's been six months since you and Nicholas were last together. You moved back to university and he went on tour with his band. His chest tightens at the thought of seeing you again after all this time. He can't wait to pick your brain about what you've learned in college and how the track team is, something he missed out on in his life journey.

With a huff, he ties his laces and meets Noah outside. The crisp autumn air shocks his lungs as he heaves a breath in time with each labored step. The crunching of leaves and twigs echo as he glares at Noah jogging in front of him then flips him off for his sanity alone. He does have a nice view of Noah's ass in his tight joggers though. He mentally shakes himself and sprints to catch up.

Nick is winded when he gets back home. He kicks off his shoes and heads straight to his shower. He can't help but fantasize about you as the hot water stings against his skin. His shoulders tense as he grabs his hard cock, closing his eyes he thinks about the way you smell after your daily workout, musky and earthy. It drives him wild. He strokes himself faster, a deep moan tumbling from his lips. His hair sticking to his forehead, wet and cold. Stroking up and down he grits his teeth, shutting his eyes, knuckles white against the tile wall. The coil in his core tightens with his grip. Faster. Faster. White stars burst behind his eyelids and his hot cum shoots across the shower as he screams your name, leaving him hunched over and panting.

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The sound of dueling acoustic guitars drifts through the evening sky. The setting sun lights the trees on fire with a deep golden hue. You will never tire of the East Coast autumn and its simple beauty, settling down after a blistering summer. Twigs and leaves crunch against your boots as you make your way to the guys circled around a bonfire in the middle of the woods.

You got lost getting to the destination thanks to Nicholas' poor directions which you'll reem him out for later but until then your nerves are practically vibrating with excitement. You speculate that Folio took charge the entire time while Jolly 'supervised'.

"You made it!" Jolly spies you first from the bed of Folio's truck, an arm full of hotdog buns he adjusts to give you a side hug.

"Barely!" You huff a laugh in his embrace. "You know Ruff is terrible with directions."