Fic: Okay smartie, go to a party (Jonas Brothers RPF, Nick/OFC, NC-17)
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Title: Okay smartie, go to a party
Fandom: Jonas Brothers RPF
Pairing: Nick/OFC
Rating: Porn!
Summary: Nick meets a girl at a party. Stuff ensues. In laymen's terms, PWP.
Notes: written (belatedly) for mediaville's birthday because she is an all-around awesome lady and she likes Nick Jonas a lot! Unbetaed. Title from "Bust a Move," which is one of the many things I can't quite explain about this fic. 2600 words.
She pretends she doesn’t know who he is, even though she does. “I’m Nick,” he says, and she holds her hand up to her ear like she can’t hear him over the music, makes him lean in close to say it again, his breath hot against the side of her neck.
“Hey, Nick,” she says. “Nice to meet you. What do you do in LA?”
“Um, I’m in a band.” His brow furrows, like he has to physically restrain himself from saying, “I’m kind of a big deal.”
She swallows back a smile. It’s too easy. Poor kid. “What kind of music do you play?”
“Pop-rock. I did a solo album earlier this year, but now we’re back to, you know. Band stuff.”
“Anything I would have heard?”
He looks her up and down, and it seems like he’s really thinking about it. Then he shrugs. “No, probably not,” he admits.
She sways closer as someone passes with drinks in both hands, and she can smell him, faint cologne and teenage boy sweat. It reminds her of high school dances. He doesn’t step back, even though they’re literally rubbing elbows now. “Well, maybe you can play me something sometime.”
Nick nods. “Sure.” He looks around, eyes skating over other little clumps of people, but she knows he’s not going to walk away. Not from someone at this party who isn’t either impressed by or snickering at him. “What do you do in LA?” he asks.
“I came here for school,” she tells him, and she doesn’t bother to say that it was grad school or that it’s over. She can pass for twenty, especially in this light, and she wants him, wants to stoke that flicker of interest she sees in his eyes.
“Cool,” Nick says. “What do you study?”
“What does anyone in this town study? Film.”
“Do you want to act?”
“I want to be a cinematographer.” It’s the biggest admission she’s going to make about her life, and it works like a charm.
He smiles. “Then you’re different from most of the people in this town,” he says, just a little condescending.
There’s a crash from the next room, and a round of applause. It’s a perfect moment to bump her shoulder into Nick’s and say, “Do you want to go someplace quieter with me? There’s this diner not too far from here. I could use some hash browns.”
Nick sucks at his lower lip, probably not even aware how sexy that is, his full, pink mouth. “I came with my brother. I should find him.”
“Okay. Do you think he might want to come or-”
“No,” Nick says quickly. He seems to reconsider. “You know, I could just text him. It’ll be fine.”
“Cool. I’m parked around the corner.”
They eat hash browns and drink coffee until 2am, and Nick’s smart and articulate for seventeen, but not as smart and articulate as he obviously thinks he is. He blushes when her knee hits his under the table, and she wants to do so many dirty, delicious things to him. But then he gets a text and says he has to go, so she takes him back to the party to meet his brother instead. He gave her his number, but she’s pretty sure she’s lost her chance when she pulls up in front of the driveway.
Until he nuzzles in close and kisses her, right there in the car, hot little mouth parting over hers. She walks a hand up the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his curls, and kisses him back, sucking at his lips, plush and hot and open against hers. He makes a little whimpery noise when she bites down, and she wonders if any of his Disney Channel girlfriends have ever kissed him properly.
“You should find your brother,” she tells him, pulling back, leaving him wanting more.
“You’re right.” Nick licks his lips. “But I’ll call you.” He looks so young right now, eyes big and dark and dazed, and for a second she feels like she’s taking advantage, and not in the fun way. But the feeling passes as she watches him walk back towards the house, his hot little ass in those jeans.
***
He actually calls the next day, and he sounds cautiously excited to talk to her, eagerness bleeding through, blowing all the cool aloofness from the night before. She’s turned on just thinking about all the ways she can wind him up, how many new things she can show him if he’ll just let go a little bit. She invites him over, and maybe he doesn’t know what that means, maybe he honestly thinks they’re just going to drink lemonade and go swimming in the pool in her apartment complex.
She doesn’t disabuse him of those ideas right away when he shows up at her door in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, board shorts slung over his shoulder and a shy smile on his face. She does make lemonade, sugar-free at his request, but he’s not looking at the lemonade pitcher as she pours him a glass. The triangle top of her swimsuit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, her nipples standing out hard against the fabric, and he stares at her breasts with unabashed fascination. She has a towel wrapped around her waist, but it keeps slipping, and she can see his eyes dip down, landing on the curve of her hip as she grabs for it.
His full lips purse on the rim of his glass, and she squeezes her legs together as heat sparks low in her belly. She thought she’d take him swimming first, seduce him with her breaststroke, as it were, but the blush rising in his cheeks and the way he’s shifting from foot to foot tell her she could maybe start a little bit sooner. She lets the towel slip through her fingers, lets him look at the long, smooth length of her legs. His eyes go wide, and he tries to hide his surprise with a sip of lemonade. “Your towel,” he says.
“I don’t need it,” she replies, and he gets the idea when she steps up close and kisses him.
He could leave. She’s sure she’s not the first woman to try this trick, but she pulled his defenses down last night, and now he just whimpers and kisses her back. His hands hover at her sides, and she takes them, guides them to the bare skin of her waist. Nick’s fingers tremble, but he opens his mouth over hers, leans into the kiss. She runs her hands up his back, kneads at the surprising breadth of his shoulders. Nick licks into her, nudging closer, and his hard little cock presses thick and hot into the cradle of her hip. She rocks forward to feel his breath hitch, bites at his lower lip until he whimpers again.
She rubs at him through his shorts, trailing her fingers down his fly, tugging at the tab of his zipper. His hips hitch toward her hand, eager, and he sighs a little against her mouth. His hands tighten at her waist as she teases him, feeling out the shape of his dick under the cotton. Then she takes his hand again, drawing it down, dragging it over the front of her swimsuit until his thick fingers are cupping the heat of her cunt, one tentative fingertip stroking right along her slit. She’s slippery wet already, and his finger slides right over her clit as he pulls back, making her moan.
“I don’t,” he says, fumbling for the words because she’s sure he thinks she doesn’t know about the purity ring, even though he’s touching it protectively now. Which makes sense. She’s threatening his purity in all sorts of ways.
“You want to,” she replies, and his expression turns hard.
“Don’t tell me what I want.” He tenses, like he’s going to pull away any second, walk out in a huff and slam the screen door behind him.
She kisses the corner of his jaw, sucks over his pulse point until he bends his head to let her in closer. “You want to,” she says again, and Nick moans helplessly. She can feel the moment he gives in, nuzzling back into her mouth, the tension in his spine unknotting. God, she’s so wet, just thinking about everything she’s going to do to him, everything he’s going to let her do to him. “Come on.” She hooks her fingers into the front of his shorts and tugs until he stumbles after her, down the hall and into her bedroom.
Nick bites his lip, all swollen and pink from kissing, and he looks like he might bolt again, but she unties her top and lets it fall, and then he’s too mesmerized by her breasts to do anything at all. She lies back on the bed, thumbing at her nipples, rolling them into tight little points. “Come here.” His dick is tenting out the front of his shorts, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s watching her every move, dark eyes wide. “Come here,” she repeats urgently, sliding her fingers under her swimsuit, touching herself with slow, slick strokes. “This could be you right now,” she tells him, and Nick swallows.
The haughty, self-confident kid from the party last night is gone, stripped down and laid open in front of her. He crawls onto the bed beside her, not touching, but she snakes a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in close, guides his mouth to the little peaks of her nipples. His lips open plush and hot on her skin, wet little tongue lapping, eager and artless, and he grabs at her other breast, too hard. “Wait, wait,” she whispers, gentling his touch, guiding his hand with her own. With a little practice, he’s going to be great at this, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sucks at her nipples, presses sloppy kisses all over her breasts, rubs at the soft give of her skin with his open palm. She wants to grab his curls and force him lower, show him all the other things his pretty mouth could be so good for. But right now she’s already sopping wet, slick and sticky at the tops of her thighs, and she wants him in her before he rubs himself off against the duvet.
She tugs at Nick’s shirt, gets him up long enough to pull it over his head, leaving his hairless chest and soft boy belly bare. His eyes flicker self-consciously down, but she pulls him back into another kiss, scooping him in between her legs so the rough fabric of his shorts is teasing at her pussy, hot shape of his dick beneath. She’s going to have to help him off with those, too.
He groans as she pops the button, pulls his zipper down in one quick motion, Nick’s hips twitching forward. His boxers are slimy with precome, and he shivers as she pushes them down, lets him wriggle out of the rest of his clothes so she can look at him for the first time. His dick is short and thick and so hard it must be painful, slapping up against his belly and smearing wet everywhere. It’s going to be over fast, no matter what she does, and Nick looks mindless with arousal, licking into her mouth and grinding down against her.
She pushes him, lays him down gently on his back and gets up on her knees over him. She shimmies out of her swimsuit, letting him see the small dark tangle of hair around her pussy. She opens herself up with a finger, rocks it against her clit as he stares, fascinated, then dips it into the wet mouth of her cunt, wriggling down onto it, watching his face. “Help me out here,” she says, and his hand jerks up, reaching out uncertainly between her thighs. She’s so wet for his hesitant fingers, and even the noise it makes as she parts for them is obscene, Nick hooking two into her and groaning, desperate and lost as he fucks her on them. His hips jut upward and she can’t wait anymore, sliding his thick fingers up to rub the throbbing heat of her clit, showing how to make steady little circles as she settles herself over the blunt head of his dick. He doesn’t ask about a condom, stupid kid, but she’s clean and hasn’t missed a pill in years, and she’s not going to delay anymore on popping his cherry by reminding him that he should know better. They should both know better.
She sinks herself onto his dick. It’s a wide, shallow stretch, almost painful in that first moment, and Nick cries out, bucking up so hard she almost loses her balance, the head of his dick gliding right over her g-spot. She pulls up on his dick, squeezing him tight, just for a second, and Nick sobs, his eyes closing, strong hand gripping at her thigh. She uses his fingers to circle her clit, lets him distract himself with touching her, rubbing up and down, fingers brushing the place where he’s in her, not deep but thick and so very hard. The pulse of her cunt tells her she’s close, and Nick was close before they started, so she lets herself fuck him in earnest for a minute, riding his dick in a slow, fluid roll. He makes so many gorgeous little noises as she moves on him, tossing his head against the pillow, and she can see in his scrunched-up face how hard he’s trying not to come. He wants to be good at this, wants to hold out, but when she leans down to bite at the lobe of his ear and whispers, “Come on, Nick,” it’s over in seconds.
He comes in thick, wet pulses, and she can feel it in the frictionless glide as she keeps moving over him, all that come dripping out of her as she keeps working her clit, Nick sluggishly trying to help, dazed and fucked out under her. It doesn’t take much, Nick’s clumsy fingers pressing just where she needs them for a second, and she comes in a flash of sensation, shuddering through every last throb of it before climbing off of him with a slick sucking sound. His fingers follow her, Nick’s eyes fluttering open as he dips into the soaking heat of her cunt, exploring the place his dick has just been with slow, careful strokes.
She pulls his hand away after a moment and guides it to his lips, smearing them wet with the mix of his come and hers. He closes his eyes as he licks it away, full lips opening around his own fingers. So pretty. His whole face looks soft and open, unguarded in the aftermath, and she runs her clean hand through the tangle of his curls.
His kisses are lazy and taste like her, and in a few minutes, he’s unsurprisingly asleep, cheek squashed against her pillow. He looks so young, sprawled out naked on top of her covers, raw red lips and pale, vulnerable skin. She kisses the softness of his belly before she gets up, wandering into the bathroom to wash away the seeping wetness between her legs with a shock of cold water. There’s every possibility that whatever happens when he wakes up won’t be good, but it’s so worth it. She goes into the kitchen to get a glass of lemonade and wait.
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Title: Okay smartie, go to a party
Fandom: Jonas Brothers RPF
Pairing: Nick/OFC
Rating: Porn!
Summary: Nick meets a girl at a party. Stuff ensues. In laymen's terms, PWP.
Notes: written (belatedly) for mediaville's birthday because she is an all-around awesome lady and she likes Nick Jonas a lot! Unbetaed. Title from "Bust a Move," which is one of the many things I can't quite explain about this fic. 2600 words.
She pretends she doesn’t know who he is, even though she does. “I’m Nick,” he says, and she holds her hand up to her ear like she can’t hear him over the music, makes him lean in close to say it again, his breath hot against the side of her neck.
“Hey, Nick,” she says. “Nice to meet you. What do you do in LA?”
“Um, I’m in a band.” His brow furrows, like he has to physically restrain himself from saying, “I’m kind of a big deal.”
She swallows back a smile. It’s too easy. Poor kid. “What kind of music do you play?”
“Pop-rock. I did a solo album earlier this year, but now we’re back to, you know. Band stuff.”
“Anything I would have heard?”
He looks her up and down, and it seems like he’s really thinking about it. Then he shrugs. “No, probably not,” he admits.
She sways closer as someone passes with drinks in both hands, and she can smell him, faint cologne and teenage boy sweat. It reminds her of high school dances. He doesn’t step back, even though they’re literally rubbing elbows now. “Well, maybe you can play me something sometime.”
Nick nods. “Sure.” He looks around, eyes skating over other little clumps of people, but she knows he’s not going to walk away. Not from someone at this party who isn’t either impressed by or snickering at him. “What do you do in LA?” he asks.
“I came here for school,” she tells him, and she doesn’t bother to say that it was grad school or that it’s over. She can pass for twenty, especially in this light, and she wants him, wants to stoke that flicker of interest she sees in his eyes.
“Cool,” Nick says. “What do you study?”
“What does anyone in this town study? Film.”
“Do you want to act?”
“I want to be a cinematographer.” It’s the biggest admission she’s going to make about her life, and it works like a charm.
He smiles. “Then you’re different from most of the people in this town,” he says, just a little condescending.
There’s a crash from the next room, and a round of applause. It’s a perfect moment to bump her shoulder into Nick’s and say, “Do you want to go someplace quieter with me? There’s this diner not too far from here. I could use some hash browns.”
Nick sucks at his lower lip, probably not even aware how sexy that is, his full, pink mouth. “I came with my brother. I should find him.”
“Okay. Do you think he might want to come or-”
“No,” Nick says quickly. He seems to reconsider. “You know, I could just text him. It’ll be fine.”
“Cool. I’m parked around the corner.”
They eat hash browns and drink coffee until 2am, and Nick’s smart and articulate for seventeen, but not as smart and articulate as he obviously thinks he is. He blushes when her knee hits his under the table, and she wants to do so many dirty, delicious things to him. But then he gets a text and says he has to go, so she takes him back to the party to meet his brother instead. He gave her his number, but she’s pretty sure she’s lost her chance when she pulls up in front of the driveway.
Until he nuzzles in close and kisses her, right there in the car, hot little mouth parting over hers. She walks a hand up the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his curls, and kisses him back, sucking at his lips, plush and hot and open against hers. He makes a little whimpery noise when she bites down, and she wonders if any of his Disney Channel girlfriends have ever kissed him properly.
“You should find your brother,” she tells him, pulling back, leaving him wanting more.
“You’re right.” Nick licks his lips. “But I’ll call you.” He looks so young right now, eyes big and dark and dazed, and for a second she feels like she’s taking advantage, and not in the fun way. But the feeling passes as she watches him walk back towards the house, his hot little ass in those jeans.
***
He actually calls the next day, and he sounds cautiously excited to talk to her, eagerness bleeding through, blowing all the cool aloofness from the night before. She’s turned on just thinking about all the ways she can wind him up, how many new things she can show him if he’ll just let go a little bit. She invites him over, and maybe he doesn’t know what that means, maybe he honestly thinks they’re just going to drink lemonade and go swimming in the pool in her apartment complex.
She doesn’t disabuse him of those ideas right away when he shows up at her door in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, board shorts slung over his shoulder and a shy smile on his face. She does make lemonade, sugar-free at his request, but he’s not looking at the lemonade pitcher as she pours him a glass. The triangle top of her swimsuit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, her nipples standing out hard against the fabric, and he stares at her breasts with unabashed fascination. She has a towel wrapped around her waist, but it keeps slipping, and she can see his eyes dip down, landing on the curve of her hip as she grabs for it.
His full lips purse on the rim of his glass, and she squeezes her legs together as heat sparks low in her belly. She thought she’d take him swimming first, seduce him with her breaststroke, as it were, but the blush rising in his cheeks and the way he’s shifting from foot to foot tell her she could maybe start a little bit sooner. She lets the towel slip through her fingers, lets him look at the long, smooth length of her legs. His eyes go wide, and he tries to hide his surprise with a sip of lemonade. “Your towel,” he says.
“I don’t need it,” she replies, and he gets the idea when she steps up close and kisses him.
He could leave. She’s sure she’s not the first woman to try this trick, but she pulled his defenses down last night, and now he just whimpers and kisses her back. His hands hover at her sides, and she takes them, guides them to the bare skin of her waist. Nick’s fingers tremble, but he opens his mouth over hers, leans into the kiss. She runs her hands up his back, kneads at the surprising breadth of his shoulders. Nick licks into her, nudging closer, and his hard little cock presses thick and hot into the cradle of her hip. She rocks forward to feel his breath hitch, bites at his lower lip until he whimpers again.
She rubs at him through his shorts, trailing her fingers down his fly, tugging at the tab of his zipper. His hips hitch toward her hand, eager, and he sighs a little against her mouth. His hands tighten at her waist as she teases him, feeling out the shape of his dick under the cotton. Then she takes his hand again, drawing it down, dragging it over the front of her swimsuit until his thick fingers are cupping the heat of her cunt, one tentative fingertip stroking right along her slit. She’s slippery wet already, and his finger slides right over her clit as he pulls back, making her moan.
“I don’t,” he says, fumbling for the words because she’s sure he thinks she doesn’t know about the purity ring, even though he’s touching it protectively now. Which makes sense. She’s threatening his purity in all sorts of ways.
“You want to,” she replies, and his expression turns hard.
“Don’t tell me what I want.” He tenses, like he’s going to pull away any second, walk out in a huff and slam the screen door behind him.
She kisses the corner of his jaw, sucks over his pulse point until he bends his head to let her in closer. “You want to,” she says again, and Nick moans helplessly. She can feel the moment he gives in, nuzzling back into her mouth, the tension in his spine unknotting. God, she’s so wet, just thinking about everything she’s going to do to him, everything he’s going to let her do to him. “Come on.” She hooks her fingers into the front of his shorts and tugs until he stumbles after her, down the hall and into her bedroom.
Nick bites his lip, all swollen and pink from kissing, and he looks like he might bolt again, but she unties her top and lets it fall, and then he’s too mesmerized by her breasts to do anything at all. She lies back on the bed, thumbing at her nipples, rolling them into tight little points. “Come here.” His dick is tenting out the front of his shorts, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s watching her every move, dark eyes wide. “Come here,” she repeats urgently, sliding her fingers under her swimsuit, touching herself with slow, slick strokes. “This could be you right now,” she tells him, and Nick swallows.
The haughty, self-confident kid from the party last night is gone, stripped down and laid open in front of her. He crawls onto the bed beside her, not touching, but she snakes a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in close, guides his mouth to the little peaks of her nipples. His lips open plush and hot on her skin, wet little tongue lapping, eager and artless, and he grabs at her other breast, too hard. “Wait, wait,” she whispers, gentling his touch, guiding his hand with her own. With a little practice, he’s going to be great at this, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sucks at her nipples, presses sloppy kisses all over her breasts, rubs at the soft give of her skin with his open palm. She wants to grab his curls and force him lower, show him all the other things his pretty mouth could be so good for. But right now she’s already sopping wet, slick and sticky at the tops of her thighs, and she wants him in her before he rubs himself off against the duvet.
She tugs at Nick’s shirt, gets him up long enough to pull it over his head, leaving his hairless chest and soft boy belly bare. His eyes flicker self-consciously down, but she pulls him back into another kiss, scooping him in between her legs so the rough fabric of his shorts is teasing at her pussy, hot shape of his dick beneath. She’s going to have to help him off with those, too.
He groans as she pops the button, pulls his zipper down in one quick motion, Nick’s hips twitching forward. His boxers are slimy with precome, and he shivers as she pushes them down, lets him wriggle out of the rest of his clothes so she can look at him for the first time. His dick is short and thick and so hard it must be painful, slapping up against his belly and smearing wet everywhere. It’s going to be over fast, no matter what she does, and Nick looks mindless with arousal, licking into her mouth and grinding down against her.
She pushes him, lays him down gently on his back and gets up on her knees over him. She shimmies out of her swimsuit, letting him see the small dark tangle of hair around her pussy. She opens herself up with a finger, rocks it against her clit as he stares, fascinated, then dips it into the wet mouth of her cunt, wriggling down onto it, watching his face. “Help me out here,” she says, and his hand jerks up, reaching out uncertainly between her thighs. She’s so wet for his hesitant fingers, and even the noise it makes as she parts for them is obscene, Nick hooking two into her and groaning, desperate and lost as he fucks her on them. His hips jut upward and she can’t wait anymore, sliding his thick fingers up to rub the throbbing heat of her clit, showing how to make steady little circles as she settles herself over the blunt head of his dick. He doesn’t ask about a condom, stupid kid, but she’s clean and hasn’t missed a pill in years, and she’s not going to delay anymore on popping his cherry by reminding him that he should know better. They should both know better.
She sinks herself onto his dick. It’s a wide, shallow stretch, almost painful in that first moment, and Nick cries out, bucking up so hard she almost loses her balance, the head of his dick gliding right over her g-spot. She pulls up on his dick, squeezing him tight, just for a second, and Nick sobs, his eyes closing, strong hand gripping at her thigh. She uses his fingers to circle her clit, lets him distract himself with touching her, rubbing up and down, fingers brushing the place where he’s in her, not deep but thick and so very hard. The pulse of her cunt tells her she’s close, and Nick was close before they started, so she lets herself fuck him in earnest for a minute, riding his dick in a slow, fluid roll. He makes so many gorgeous little noises as she moves on him, tossing his head against the pillow, and she can see in his scrunched-up face how hard he’s trying not to come. He wants to be good at this, wants to hold out, but when she leans down to bite at the lobe of his ear and whispers, “Come on, Nick,” it’s over in seconds.
He comes in thick, wet pulses, and she can feel it in the frictionless glide as she keeps moving over him, all that come dripping out of her as she keeps working her clit, Nick sluggishly trying to help, dazed and fucked out under her. It doesn’t take much, Nick’s clumsy fingers pressing just where she needs them for a second, and she comes in a flash of sensation, shuddering through every last throb of it before climbing off of him with a slick sucking sound. His fingers follow her, Nick’s eyes fluttering open as he dips into the soaking heat of her cunt, exploring the place his dick has just been with slow, careful strokes.
She pulls his hand away after a moment and guides it to his lips, smearing them wet with the mix of his come and hers. He closes his eyes as he licks it away, full lips opening around his own fingers. So pretty. His whole face looks soft and open, unguarded in the aftermath, and she runs her clean hand through the tangle of his curls.
His kisses are lazy and taste like her, and in a few minutes, he’s unsurprisingly asleep, cheek squashed against her pillow. He looks so young, sprawled out naked on top of her covers, raw red lips and pale, vulnerable skin. She kisses the softness of his belly before she gets up, wandering into the bathroom to wash away the seeping wetness between her legs with a shock of cold water. There’s every possibility that whatever happens when he wakes up won’t be good, but it’s so worth it. She goes into the kitchen to get a glass of lemonade and wait.
end