❤︎ i’m the jealous type — friend! nicholas
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your friend ghosted you for months, leaving your messages on delivered.
tags ⸝⸝ x reader, nico ghosting you, make up sex, cream pie, overstimulation, rough sex, crying, slightly angsty(?), headlock, edging, fingering, whiny weno, little bit mean weno, dub-con at first.
it’d been days, no weeks, no more like months. your inbox dryer than you could tolerate, messages opened, some left on read.
others that you couldn’t bother to look at— even if you were lonely, some people you just didn’t care for.
it was that dreading, gut-wrenching feeling that nauseated you every time you opened social media. hating to glance at your pinned dm.
you had been active on social media ever since you could remember, mostly lurking around, never interacting much with anyone. that was until you spoke to nicholas. he shared all the same hobbies as you, passions aligned so perfectly you thought it was impossible.
you talked daily, long texts that you replied to. rants about life, interests, whatever came to your mind you’d pour it out to him. he’d reply with just as much spirit, it felt as if you two shared a heart.
then it all just stopped.
he didn’t text back, didn’t open your messages, left you with your thoughts— questions of what you said, what you did wrong. you didn't get closure, the thirst to know why exactly he ghosted you. it ate at you day by day, until all that was left was your unrequited rotted heart.
some days passed painfully slow— others passed as if they never happened. every unoccupied moment your finger swiped the notifications hub.
radio silence.
the only notifications are from your stupid instagram channels. the ones where celebrities spat random words at you all day. the kind of stuff where you questioned why you even stayed in them.
this continued, it never really stopped, lingering in the back of your mind— fingers swiping like a second nature. heart paining with every repetition, yet you were met with cob webs.
that was until today, you were just about to fall asleep. fingers mindlessly scrolling through your feed, barely getting at what any video meant. it was that kind of exhaustion that hit your mind more than your eyes, not processing much information but watching it happen. random asmr videos, mukbangs, edits, etc.
just as your eyes were fluttering shut, a bright notification lit your groggy face, a glow that covered your face in soft white rays. just enough emitted light to catch your fading attention.
1 new notification from *w_h_y_weno*
the familiar heart drop, in the way that made a pit form in your stomach, a sickening experience.
it wasn’t exactly in that overjoyed way you always imagined, you thought it’d be like floating in the clouds— but instead it was… dread, disgust, a wave of disappointment and sadness all mixed into one vile sensation.
your eyes scanned the messages, the texts that never addressed his absence. just continued the conversation as if it was never paused.
you sat up, posture slouched so horrendous it looked like a monster was occupying your body. your mind that was once in half a slumber suddenly jolted awake, reading his words, every short text that made your head spin. the texts didn’t stop, they piled like bricks that were too heavy to be moved.
17 texts, exactly in the same joking manner he always replied with, you never opened the chat— no you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of having you on a leash. you read the previews, wrapping your head around just how he could pull this on you, and yet no apology, no explanation, just the same jokes and memes he’d always spat.
you sat on those texts for exactly 23 hours, leaving 1 hour as if it meant you were superior— as if you didn’t really care all that much. but you did, you replayed his texts every second you could, while cooking, cleaning, washing up. forming a response— yet you weren’t exactly sure how to reply, mad? no right— he was far too kind to receive anger. but it’s truly what you felt deep down.
you did everything to clear your head, even replying to useless emails at your favorite coffee shop throughout the day, every free minute you used to form what exactly you’d say back at him.
when you arrived home, you threw the crossbody bag to the side. stumbling to the shower, heart heavy— wild thoughts intoxicated your every move, it was as if you were watching yourself in third person, you washed your body, but it didn’t feel like yourself, more as if you were on autopilot.
when your body hit the mattress it sparked something in you, cold breeze blowing over your wet hair, goosebumps that prickled with every breath. you opened the texts, reading every word with a delicate smile. fingers hovering to reply— but before you did you opened his story, clicking on the icon, his delicate face meeting yours.
or so you thought it would— your eyes met with the most breathtaking, thirst photo. the kind where his bare torso was on full display, rather than his sharp face. it felt like everything paused, ears ringing, eyes widening, skin losing that natural warm color to it.
then you texted back— you couldn’t recall much of what you said, just a lot of different words vomited into a sentence, with an even longer rant, summarized into a “what the fuck about you ghosting me?”
his response wasn’t straightforward, didn’t truly address anything. maybea uncomplicated apology at best, ending with an “i’ll be over soon.”
it was 3 a.m. what did he mean by “be over soon.”? it boiled your blood— a rush of bitterness and frustration that made everything feel so real.
setting your phone down. heart still pounding through your chest, head fuzzy, the soft embrace of your bed made your body melt into the plush cushions, silky sheets wrapped around you— forming your own little silent cocoon.
the sound of cars passing, the gentle hum of your fridge, a tranquil sanctuary that took your once unsteady thoughts into a deep rest. yet it was so violently interrupted.
loud banging— the deafening kind of loud that only came with someone who gravely needed you. your warm body rolling under the soft fabric that embraced you. now, only the warmth lingered, feeling the chilliness hit you, feet planted on the cold wooden floors.
a long swoosh, frigid outdoor air hitting you heated pink cheeks, fingers tightening around the long sleeves of your pajamas.
your nose picked up on the familiar scent, smoky notes of his cologne— the scent you could never really put a finger on the right way to explain it— musky yet refreshing, smoky with hints of clean cotton. than it hit— the gagging scent of cigarettes, not just a faint note that drifted in an intoxicating wave. it was fully slapping you in the face.
his eyes glare down at you— his dark hair, sharp eyes, body towering over you— in a way that made you feel too small in your own skin. his heavy breath beat down on you, cold air that followed his uninvited self into your apartment. “nico?” slamming the door behind him. “you show up now?” your head was heated, blood rushing through your hot veins. your name on his lips, yet not a peep. he tug at your arm, pulling you into your once peaceful room.
pushing your back into the bed, hands spamming your thighs— spreading them apart. your face froze, knowing all too well what was happening.
your were exactly fond of this reunion. your body squirmed under him, trying to break free of his grasp— but to no avail. “i'm sorry—” he rapsed, deep, his fingers hooked around your shorts. pulling them in a sharp motion. revealing your bare hips to him.
a smirk tugged at the corner of his dried lips, burying his body between your legs, his large hoodie covered in rain droplets now pressed deeply against your calves.
his jewelry rattling in your ears, deep huffs. nicholas’s cold finger tips pressed to your clit, circling around it, gliding along your wet folds. loving the way you tremble under his touch, watching as you crumble under him— your once reluctant words now breaking.
his fingers that circled your clit slip into your dripping heat, 3 fingers mercilessly shoved into you, rewarded by a long cry. his cold silver rings send mixed shivers down your spine, a heated pool fills your back, the sensitive nerves numbing along your thighs.
his pace was steady, gentle pumps that stretched every tight inch of you, a deep roll into you, his long fingers curling against your walls, pressing into your sensitive spot. he loved watching as your body squirm beneath him, hips jerking, eyes rolling back into your head. moans that shake out of your parted lips, the pleasure that builds with every slick touch.
he was restless, a long painful pull-out, his sticky fingers now brought to his mouth— tasting your unreleased wetness, his dark eyes glaring back at you.
your chest rising and falling in rapid motions, legs still shaking, your orgams cruelly ripped away— the lack of made your brain fog. eyes slowly focusing back onto his, the way he hungrily watched you— tongue lapping at the slick fingers.
he had been dead silent, never a hush, not a peep, not a whispered word that reassured you.
he flip you around in a quick spin, the kind that makes your vision circle for seconds. your head buried in the mattress for an instant, the zip of his baggy jeans, again no warning— his thick tip pressing into you, a deep grunt, and his cock pounding into you. no prep— no time to adjust— just a dry pump.
a cry ripped from your throat, barely muffled into the lush mattress. followed by his forearm to your sweaty neck, wrapping his scarred arm around your neck.
his hips pounding every vacant inch full, his veins grinding against your slick walls, tip pushing into your guts— twisting them in pleasure.
your ears perked at the sound, muffled by the wet skin slapping was gentle sniffles, trembling whimpers that sounded full of sorrow rather than arousal. “nico?” gasping against his arm, nails clawing against his forearm— tone wary. he didn’t answer, your neck restricted by his hold— just listening to his soft sobs and whimpers as he fills your tight hole with every inch he could.
merciless, relentless ruts that crazed your thoughts. tight squeezes against your neck, hitting the last bits of air out of your lungs, his arm pulling your back into a painful arch— a deep breath trembles out of his lips, pushing his chest to your back.
letting his whimper flood your brain. “i’m sorry . . . i’m so sorry for leaving you for so long.” he whine into you, with every word he hit right into your spot, with a perfect amount of pressure around your neck that made your mind erase everything you once resented him for. it felt like the stupidest way to apologize— yet you had to admit that maybe the dick was that good.
his voice low, groans and growls that hiccuped after each whine and whimper. his tip slamming into your cervix, veins that throbbed against your walls.
you couldn’t form a word, messy cries that sounded like a foreign language. your teeth clamp down over his scarred arm, saliva dripping from your swollen lips.
eyes stinging, water welling in the corners, glassy tears that soon covered your face. your stomach tightened, legs losing their strength, knees buckling— only his choke hold carried your weight.
it all blurred, his rhythm messily collapsing in one last clumsy thrust. his cock twitches— filling you with warm ropes of cum. his body limp against yours, letting your walls flutter around him. mixing your arousal— vision blurring your room together into on abstract painting. his heavy breath hitting your sweaty neck, the heat of him burning against your skin.
he bring his free hand to your head, combing his fingers through your soft hair. placing soft peppered kisses on your wet cheeks. dissolving into your pleasure.
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