Bad Omens One Shots

*More (Nick Folio)

Background: Part two to "Drunk", Nick cares for the reader the morning after being drunk. When the reader feels better, both her and Nick talk about their feelings more. This leads to more.

The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Turning your head, Nick was still asleep. Not wanting to wake him up, you carefully get up and go to the kitchen for some tylenol.

As you get to the kitchen, you stand in front of the counter for a few minutes, as you feel like your head is spinning.

Nick walks in and is immediately concerned as he sees you. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just need to stand here for a bit. I have a throbbing headache." You reply.

"Have you taken anything?" He asks.

"Not yet-" You start to say.

He goes to one of the cabinets in the kitchen and grabs some tylenol for you. Then he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, and walks back towards you.

"Here." He says, giving them to you.

"Thanks." You say, taking your tylenol, then drinking some of the water.

"So um, do you remember anything about last night?" He asks.

You think for a moment. "I think I do. I told you stuff didn't I?"

"Mhm. You told me you loved me." He admits.

"Did I really?" You ask.

"Yeah, you told me a lot of stuff." He says.

Your face flushes from a pink color, to absolutely red. "I am so sorry."

"Don't be. Is it actually true?" He asks.

"...Yeah." You mumble.

"I feel the same way, y'know." He says, bringing one of his hands to your face to stroke your hair.

You look up at him, and you both smile at each other. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He says, as his thumb is moving against your jaw.

He looks at you for a minute, then you two kiss. It turned into a makeout session, but after a bit you two pull away. Breathless, he asks you how your head is.

"It's better." You say, breathlessly.

He grabs your hand, and leans in close to your ear. "You wanna move this somewhere else?"

"Absolutely." You say. He smirks, and leads you back to your bedroom.

As you both get to your bedroom, you push him on the bed. Then you get on the bed, and straddle him. You lean in and kiss him, soon it gets heated.

Smirking, you decide to grind on his lap.

"Fuck," He groans.

"Fuck is right." You reply.

As you continue doing this, you can feel him get as hard as a rock.

After a while, he decides that he's had enough, and pins you to the bed so you're on your back.

He grinds against you and you whine as you feel his hard-on.

"How long are you gonna keep teasing me like that?" You whimper.

"I dunno. You were teasing me, so it's only fair that I tease you." He says.

"No fair." You mumble.

"Oh, it's absolutely fair." He chuckles.

You then tug at his clothes. "Off,"

"Patience." He laughs before taking off his tank top.

You lick your lips, then take off your own shirt.

"God damn, you're gorgeous." He says.

"You too." You chuckle.

"Mmmm," He groans out before crawling over you.

Kissing your cheek, then going to your neck, you let out a soft moan.

His hands then go to your bra, and take it off of you.

He then squeezes your boobs, and messages them with his thumb for a few moments before kissing down your body.

As he gets to your shorts, he looks up at you like he's asking for permission.

"It's okay," You tell him.

He smiles, and takes them off. After taking them off, he throws them somewhere not caring where they land. He then teases you over your underwear, causing you to whine.

"Be patient, baby." He says before touching the material of your underwear, slowly taking them off, then again, throwing them somewhere.

"Please," You beg.

"Only because you said please." He says.

The next thing you know, you feel two of his fingers inside of you.

"Fuck," You moan.

"You like that, baby?" He asks.

"Mhmm," You breathe out.

"Good girl," He praises you.

"Keep saying that." You mumble.

"You like that? You like being my good girl?" He continues.

"Fuck, yes. Yes I do." You say.

"I had a feeling you liked that." He chuckles.

Before you know it, you feel yourself getting close, but before you can let go, Nick removes his fingers.

You whine as he does this.

"Shh, I wanna feel you." He says, while taking off the rest of his clothes.

He crawls back on the bed, hovering over you, then he sinks into you.

His hands travel to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises the next day.

He starts to move, making uncontrollable sounds leave your mouth.

"Fuck, Nick." You whine.

"Keep saying my name, baby." He tells you.

You keep doing that, and soon enough, you feel yourself getting close again.

"Nick please," You whimper.

"I know baby, I know. I'm close too, cum with me." He says.

The closer you get, the louder your sounds become. As he notices how close you are, his hand reaches down to touch you.

As you reach your high, you scream out his name, not caring how loud you are. He pulls out and releases on your stomach.

He then collapses on top of you, and when you come down from your high, you run your hands through his hair. A few moments later, he looks up at you and smiles.

You laugh. "You're so silly."

"Why, thank you. So uh..are we...together now?" He asks.

"I mean...you never asked yet, technically." You reply.

"Do you want to?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'd love that actually." You say.

"Good." He says, before kissing you.

After he pulls away, he tells you to stay put so he can get you both clean.

Once he cleans you with a wet towel, you decide to take a shower.

He ends up joining you (no funny business), and you both change into better clothes when finished.

For the rest of the day, you decide to go out and explore the city with Nick.