Can we get part 2 of mc!Nick x Reader A in the bathroom? The beginning was hot. Does someone walk in?

carisi-dreams:

the next part is…less hot. but goes a lil something like…

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Even if you wanted to keep your voice down you didn’t think you would be able to. Between the angle Nick was hitting, his hand on your clit and him whispering into your ear in English and Spanish you were too turned to be worried about being loud. Another moan punched out of you and you buried your face in Nick’s neck. He had one arm around your back and another on your hip and you knew in the morning you would have finger shaped bruises as mementos. Neither of you noticed the scraping at the door as someone tried to turn the knob until it was too late.

You looked up from Nick’s neck, drawn by a movement out of the corner of your eye and yelped. A prospect had opened the bathroom door and was just standing in the doorway watching the two of you, frozen. He couldn’t see much, Nick’s entire body was blocking you and your shirt was still mostly on, but it was clear what you were doing. You gripped Nick’s shoulder tighter and dug your fingers into his arm.

“Nick!” you urged and he just kept rolling his hips, beginning to chuckle and no doubt smear more filthy words along your neck. “No. The door!” you urged, interrupting him. He stilled and looked up, no doubt seeing the reflection of the prospect in the mirror before he turned his head to where the guy was still frozen in the doorway. You shrank back and Nick cursed and slammed the door shut immediately. He pulled out of you abruptly and you winced. He gentled his movements apologetically.

“Sorry. Sorry, love. I–I’ll go take care of this. You stay here. I’ll be right back,” Nick said gruffly as he pulled his shirt off to cover your lap. “Lock the door behind me,” Nick ordered over his shoulder before he exited. “Don’t open it until you hear me tell you to come out, okay?” he asked. You nodded slowly, a little fearful of the look in his eye that promised pain. “Entiendes?” Nick asked again insistently and this time you opened your mouth to respond.

“Entiendo,” you answered as you bit your lip. You gave him a small smile and he pressed a rough kiss to your forehead before wrenching the door open and slamming it behind him. You winced and braced yourself for the wrath you’d be able to hear him unleash even from inside the bathroom.

The music that had been playing in the living room abruptly cut out and you heard the front door slam open. Nick was yelling something in Spanish and you shrank back against the counter before hopping down and grabbing your jeans to put back on. Footsteps were rushing towards the door, the hang out effectively brought to an end, and you even heard Razor yelling. There was some more thundering of footsteps as people exited and you wondered if that’s all Nick was going to do when the house fell quiet again. Straining you heard his voice rumble out what sounded like a question.

“Lo siento, jefe. I’m sorry! I didn’t–” you heard another higher voice stutter out through a tremble. Nick must had made everyone leave except for this prospect. Nick said something else you didn’t quite catch before the guy resumed his fervent apology. “Jefe! It was a–” he tried again, but this time you caught Nick’s response.

“¡Cállate! I won’t have you raise your voice en mi casa. ¡Sal afuera!” Nick cut in. 

The front door opened and shut, this time not slamming. You strained your ears, but aside from what you assumed were Razor’s soft sighs coming from the living room you couldn’t hear anything. The door opened again a few minutes later and you heard Nick murmur something to Razor before you heard more footsteps and the door shut again. You heard the faucet in the kitchen run for a few moments before it shut off and the house was quiet once more.

“Princesa?” you heard Nick call. You couldn’t hear him because he was barefoot, but his voice got closer. “You can come out now, sweetheart. Everyone else left.” 

Left. As if they had had a choice, kicked out under threat of physical violence was more accurate. You opened the door slowly and your eyes immediately landed on Nick where he was standing outside the door with a forced smile.

“Just me. Yo prometo,” he said with a small gesture towards himself. 

The knuckles on his right hand were still damp when you grabbed his offered hand and when you looked down you saw some of the blood that must not have washed off in the sink. You frowned a little and he tugged his hand out of your grip gently, switching hands with you and leading you towards the bedroom.