(Un)Likely Valentine

Chapter 15 - All Your'n

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~Nick's POV~

Before Y/N has the chance to walk away from me again, I spin her around and just stare in to her blue eyes. "Let me go. I'm going home." "Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn? You're the one letting another man flirt with you. Sue me for being jealous." I didn't even think before I spoke, and she starts walking. "It's fucking Deacon, Nick. You're the one reading too much into it. At least he doesn't constantly try to touch me or kiss me just to make you jealous." She spits back, still walking away from me.

I follow her all the way back to her house, but the fight doesn't stop there.

~Honey's POV~

"You can't come in. Goodnight." I try to shut the door in his face, but he blocks it with his palm. "Can you get over yourself?" He did not. Me get over myself? "No. I can't. You let Ellie kiss you! All I was doing was having dinner with a friend, not someone who eye fucks me every time he gets the chance." Nick looks shocked at my words, but doesn't argue my point.

"I've had enough of this." He says, shutting and locking the door behind him. "I said you can't come in. Leave now, please." He cuts me off with a kiss, and even though I hate him right now, I kiss him back. It's rough, passionate, angry. He takes my bottom lip in his teeth, releasing it before he continues exploring my mouth with his tongue.

We head up the stairs to my bed, never breaking the kiss. Once we get to my room, he throws me back on the bed and begins undressing me like his life depends on it, only breaking the kiss when necessary. He starts kissing my neck, then leaving a trail of kisses down to my breasts. He takes one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over my nipple before moving to the neglected breast. He continues trailing kisses down my torso before getting to my pussy, quite literally diving in head first.

My eyes immediately roll to the back of my head. "Oh my god Nick," I drawl out. He laps at my soaked cunt like nothing else matters. "Nick, please. I'm gonna cum." I moan out. The synth takes this as encouragement to keep going, eating me out through my orgasm. I assume he's going to stop there, but I'm sorely mistaken. He shoves two fingers into me, taking me by surprise. With his free hand, he reaches up to toy with my nipple. "Nick- please. I'm gonna cum again!" I scream. He curls his fingers with every thrust, making me come even closer to orgasm. By this point, my clit is throbbing and my legs are shaking around his head. I arch my back completely off of the bed as my second orgasm rips through me, screaming his name.

"Yes, Honey. Just like that. Scream my name, my love. Let everyone know that Nick Valentine is the only one that can make you feel this way." My eyes are still shut as I try to recover from my orgasms. Nick slams himself into me, earning another moan. He places one hand tightly around my throat as he holds my wrists down with the other. "No one else can make you feel this good, doll." He makes eye contact as he pulls completely out before slamming into me once again. "You gonna go on another date with fuckface?" "No, sir. You're the only one." My eyes are filling with tears from the pleasure at this point. "Good girl. That's my good fucking girl."

Nick's thrusts become more powerful, more hungry. "Nick, I can't take much more. Please let me cum." I beg the synth who shows no signs of stopping any time soon. He tightens his grip on my throat, "You're taking my cock so well, Honey. Remember this moment next time you see Deacon." Before I can react to his words, the synth picks up his pace, removing his hand from my throat to rub my clit, and leaning down to put my nipple in his mouth. "Oh my fucking god. Nick please don't stop, please." I feel a new sensation building up and I can't help but to chase it.

We continue on like this until the most intense orgasm I've ever had crashes into me. I cum all around Nick's cock as he fills me with his hot load. "Fuck, Honey." He loudly moans, his head rolling back in pleasure. He pulls out and goes to get a warm wash cloth to clean us up as I lay there panting.

"You, Nick Valentine, are something else." I moan breathlessly, still reeling from the three orgasms. "You won't get a fight when you piss me off. Just insane sex." He jokes as he wipes our mess off of my thighs.

I roll over to face the synth in my bed. "What is this, Nick? What are we doing?" He looks at me with a confused expression. "You're mine, Honey. The world girlfriend makes me cringe, so for now you're just mine, and I'm yours."