Romans & histoires Gumball X Nicole Fanfiction

“I know he’s gone and all, but it still feels like he could come back any second.” “I dare him to.” Nicole growled, closing the paint bottle. “I’ll send him right back to hell, if the devil even accepted him in the first place.” she snorted at the last part. “You didn’t.” I faked a gasp as I let out a chuckle. It’s been weeks since I let out a genuine laugh or chuckle. “Oh, you know I did.” she leaned back and blew on her nails. “So…” I drawled out. “…going to tell me why we’re playing dress up?”

"Oh my GOD, look at those abs!" Nicole was eating this up, leaning forward in her seat with a predatory smile on her face. She pulled out a stack of bills and waved them in the air. "Over here, sweetheart!" The dancer obliged, moving to our booth with a wide smile. Nicole tucked a bill into his waistband with a giggle that made me want to gag. I took a sip of the drink. It was sweet, almost sickeningly so, but the alcohol underneath was strong enough to make my eyes water.

“Oh God! Yes! Give me your cum, please. Fill up my pussy like I know you’ve always wanted.” I thrust one last time up into her cunt and unloaded into her. “Um,” Nicole said, furrowing her eyebrows at me and waving a hand in front of my face, “are you okay?” I shook my head, pulling myself out of my fucking daydream, and swallowed hard. “Yeah, um, sorry about that.” I awkwardly scratched the back of my head and pulled my phone out, my dick rock fucking hard in my pants. I was surprised I hadn’t come in them from that. It looked and felt so real.

She darts out her pierced tongue and licks her lips as her eyes trail from my face to the waistband of my undone belt. "Keep your eyes off him bitch" Nicole pushes her friend away and hastily snatches the shirt that I'm still holding in my hands. I chuckle in delight when she starts dressing me up while grumbling inaudible words to herself. Heaven knows what she is saying. Is my little angel jealous? I like it. "I'm just appreciating the view, plus I wouldn't mind fucking him," the girl says winking at me and I furrow my brows in annoyance at how silly she is acting.

Nicole was in her room busy with assignment when I saw her, she looked at the book on her table in deep concentration as she bit on her lower lip, that pink, thick lip that I so bad want to bite as I kiss her. I left to the theatre room in the house and set up blankets, pack of chips and the ice cream along with some candies and sweets. After making sure everything was all set,I went to check on Nicole again. This time, she was packing her bag and in her standing figure I noticed her pyjamas. It was a pink tank top that stopped above her navel and shorts which was showing her firm, small and round butt. "Ready?" I asked her. She turned around and smiled before nodding. We left to the theatre

“You’re pathetic.” Rowan spread his arms wide, like he was owning the stage. “Pathetic? I’m not the one throwing my career away over some girl who doesn’t even belong here.” Gasps rolled through the students. Someone muttered, “Damn, that’s cold,” but most just laughed. Nicole’s breath hitched and I heard it from that slight distance. I felt it too. My chest burned and then I shoved past every person who tried to block my path, brushing shoulders hard as I made my way toward Nicole again. She stood frozen, pale, like she was praying the ground would split open and swallow her whole. Her arms were stiff at her sides, and the way her eyes darted told me she was drowning under the weight of too

"I need to get to class." Caleb didn't move. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, a disgusting, mocking smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, look boys, it’s the star of the show," Caleb loudly announced, making sure half the hallway could hear him. The guys around him chuckled darkly. He leaned in a little closer, his eyes raking over me with a look that made me want to scrub my skin with boiling water. "Hey, Nicole. We were all just talking about that little incident. Quite a reputation you’re building for yourself. So, tell us... how much for a night? What’s your rate?"

I cleared my throat and morphed a smile. “Oh, yes, that’s me, Nicole Grace. How you doin’ sweetheart. Oh, never mind. Just look at you right there! if Mr. Knightley sees you in a towel with your Body wet like this, he will go *Bites her lower lip* crazy as fuck, like 100% out of control,” She rattled out, I didn’t realise my lips were curved. I could expect her to be exactly this gullible. One moment I wanted to enjoy her style, the second I realised she was thinking of me as Nathan’s girlfriend which teased me. “Babe, shall we start dolling you up?” Nicole exuded enthusiasm, I raised my eyebrows and smiled at her tenderly.

Nicole's POV I was working at my computer when the heavy lab door clicked open. Amber walked in holding two bags of ice. She had a mischievous spark in her eyes that told me she was holding onto some major gossip. "I bring ice and news," she announced, setting the ice on my desk. "What kind of news needs ice?" I asked, without looking up from my screen. "The kind where two grown men have a fistfight in a lab." My fingers froze on the keys. I set my pen down and turned my chair to face her, a knot forming in my stomach. "Are they both standing?"