⚠️18+ CONTENT MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️ THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION
Here will be all of my Bad Omens One Shots. Sorry for reorganizing this! I didn't know I would continue to write one-shots, but I have been enjoying them so far and have been...
Summary: Alyssa ventures into her favorite bookstore looking for something exciting and new, but she never imagined she would find it between the bookshelves in the back.
CW: Vaginal fingering, semi- public, cum eating, orgasm denial
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Alyssa was perusing the vintage bookstore, her favorite spot in the small town. She knew every employee by name and could find the fiction section blindfolded, but today she went to the vinyl records. Her friend had shown her her record player and when Alyssa found out her father had his from when he was growing up, she was thrilled!
There is nothing more cozy than reading and listening to a record.
When she looked around at all the shelves her head began to ache, the feeling of dread dropping to her stomach like a stone. There were so many records and it wasn't very organized.
After leaning over another bin, she scrubbed her hands over her face and tucked her wavy black hair behind her ear before pulling her phone from the pocket of her dress. She scanned the description of the record her friend sent before sliding the device back to safety. Defeated, she turned on her heels and slammed into a solid chest.
"Oh!"
"Shit, s-sorry!" the stranger stammers.
Alyssa quickly righted herself, straightening her white dress with her hands. When she looked up, her whole body froze and her mouth popped open slightly. The stranger had the most captivating eyes;an author would describe them as otherworldly.
"You have the prettiest eyes," she blurts out, quickly stepping back and covering her mouth with her hands, embarrassment flaming her dark cheeks a shade of deep crimson. The deep chuckle that leaves his parted full lips makes butterflies dance in her stomach.
"T-thanks, " he mutters, eyes darting to the floor as he tucks a raven-colored lock of hair behind his ear. With that same hand, he musters the courage to extend his hand to her.
"Nicholas... but you can call Nick, " his voice is low when the words tumble out.
"Alyssa," she smiles back before glancing down at their still-entwined fingers, his pale to her warm chocolate brown. That's when she spots his tattoos. "You have beautiful tattoos."
"Thank you," Nick says, withdrawing his hand to the safety of his back pockets. "What are you looking for?"
"Oh, um.." Alyssa fumbles with her words, brain slow to catch up as his warm drawl envelopes her like a hug. Suddenly her phone vibrates, bringing her back to the present. A small smile spreads on the stranger's lips as he watches her retrieve her phone.
Alyssa stares at the screen once more and when she looks up, she spots the album over Nick's shoulder. She brushes past him, excitement bubbling in her stomach, as she props herself up on her tiptoes and stretches her arm long. Her short white dress rises slightly up her thigh in her elongated position, but she doesn't care as long as she gets the record.
