icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Center City, Philadelphia

"Cause I love you, Fiona! I'm not going to risk fucking this up again."

Nolan stepped back from me, realizing what he had just said. My intoxicated brain had no idea how to react to that. Did I love him? We've barely known each other three months but we've spent the majority of that time together.

I love the way he pushes his hair behind his ear. I love the way his voice sounds when he just wakes up. I love the way he bites his top lip when he's concentrating. I love the way he always asks how I'm doing whenever I see him. I love the way he licks his lips before he kisses me. I love the way he stands with his hands on his hips when I'm talking some bullshit. I love the way he makes fun of the way I say water and then I make fun of the way he says no. I love the way he always credits his goals to my cheering. I love the way he plays with the rings on my fingers when he holds my hand.

Even though I knew I did love him, the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

"Don't say it back if you don't mean it," He said, stepping closer to me.

"I love you, and I mean it," I said, suddenly feeling much more sober than I was five minutes ago.

"Show me," He whispered and crashed his lips onto mine.

This was much more aggressive than a few minutes ago. It was full of hunger and need.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he gripped the backs of my thighs as he carried me into his bedroom. He set me down onto his bed and climbed on top of me and continued kissing me.

He slid down my tube top and kissed down my chest, his warm tongue coming in contact with my nipple. He took the other one in his hand and flicked it between his finger, a throaty moan leaving my lips.

"You like that, baby?" He teased, doing it again.

I bit my lip and moaned in response. He reconnected his lips to my nipple and softly bit down. My back arched up in pleasure and he chuckled to himself.

"Fuck, Nolan," I groaned, tugging on his hair.

He began to undo my jeans and slowly but surely eventually pulled them off. I was expecting him to undo his belt, but he brought his head down and began kissing up my thigh. He slowly pulled my underwear down my legs and kissed closer and closer to my center.

His tongue quickly attached to my clit and began swirling in circles around it. His two fingers sliding inside of me, sending me into a frenzy. Profanities and cuss words were all that could be heard in the room. He, again, softly bit down on my clit, causing me to gasp loudly and pull his hair hard.

"Ugh, Nol, I'm gonna—" I moaned, "Fuck, Nolan, don't stop. Fuck." I whispered under my breath as I reached my climax.

Nolan lifted his head, unbuckling his belt and sliding his khakis off onto the floor. He then pulled down his boxers, revealing his hardened bulge.

"Wait," I said as he was about to enter me, he gave me a confused look.

I pulled him down onto the bed, his back resting on the bed frame, climbing on top of him and sliding down onto him. I slowly went faster and faster as he gripped my hips and guided my pace.

"Ah, shit, Fi. I'm gonna come. Holy fuck," Nolan's low voice groaned. He would usually pull out, just to be safe, but I was craving this feeling too much so I rode out his orgasm and mine came soon after.

I plopped down next to him, both of our chest heaving, trying to catch our breath.

"Did your tits get bigger?"

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I woke up in the morning with the worst hangover I've ever had. Thankfully, I didn't have any classes today since it was Sunday, so I could be a zombie all day. Realizing I was completely naked, also realizing where I was, I pulled the sheet up over me chest as the bathroom door opened. Out walked Nolan, his wet hair dripping down his back, towel draped around his hips.

I stared at him contently, watching him pick out his clothes.

"Stop staring at me, creep," He said jokingly while sliding on his boxers and athletic shorts.

He jumped down beside me, moving my hair and giving me a chaste kiss on my neck. I turned my head to look at him.

"Your eyes are so beautiful," I mumbled, caressing his cheek.

"You're so beautiful," He responded.

"Oh, stop with the corny shit. I can't take that seriously," I scolded, he laughed and brought me in for a tight hug. I hooked my arm around his that was across my torso.

"Nol," I said.

"Mhm," Nolan replied, closing his eyes and snuggling his head into me.

"Should we talk about it? Now that I'm sober," I laughed.

It was clear that we were no longer in an argument, we just needed to talk it out so that it wouldn't create conflict in the future.

He opened his eyes and sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. He sat and thought for a moment.

"I wasn't cheating on you. I know it seemed like it but she had just texted me because one of my buddies told her I might have been coming home for a few days. I didn't end up going, by the way. I sat on my couch, watching movies and telling TK to fuck off," Nolan laughed, a rare sight.

"It wasn't right, I just felt like even though the relationship was good, you were just so busy studying, I felt ignored. Which is so wrong because you should totally put your school work first."

"I think we just need better communication skills," I said and laid my head on his chest.

"I think you're right."

"I'll give you attention whenever you want it, just ask." I shrugged, he gave me a look.

"Wanna give me attention right now?" He said, giving me suck my dick eyes.

"I think I heard you on the phone saying Trav wanted to grab lunch," I patted his chest and began to put my clothes on.

"We can make it quick," He pushed.

"Nolan," I warned.

"Come on! How can you just stand there half naked telling me you don't want to!"

"Suck a fat one, Patrick." I flipped him off, walking out of the bedroom.

"How about you suck this fat one?"

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this chapter was really cute i cry. i'm already bored cause it's bye week so i might update more this week. i fucking hate my history teacher she can suck a fucking dick bye