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[wenology]

Teamies tits or ass????🥹🥹😭😭😭😭♥️

authors note: sorry this took me 5 million years.. very short explanations but if u want me to elaborate u can ask! & feel free to add ur opinions below :-) also this is just for fun!!!!!

euijoo: tits

idk i have no explanation here this just makes sense to me

k: tits

he’d just love grabbing them and playing with them idk

fuma: thighs ass.

fuma is a munch and this just makes sense to me!!! if anyone’s seen the video of a guy fucking a girl from behind and driving his hot wheel across her ass… yea

nico: tits

riding nico with ur boobs bouncing in his face.. he’d be in heaven

yuma: both (tits lean)

lactation kink yuma 🤤 but also yuma hitting it from the back 🤤🤤

jo: both

i don’t see him having a preference?? i think he’d like both equally

harua: tits

lactation kink x2

taki: both (tits lean)

no explanation

maki: ass

i mean.. i don’t think this needs any explanation

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[wenology]

hii your blog and work is soo cutee<33 if you dont mind, could you do a fluffy fic with rivals nicho x reader. maybe highscool au or uni au, and their paired up for stuff and kind of e2l with loads of tension and nicho just ends up downbad for her? honestly i had so many ideas but am lowk clueless as i type this out, so you can just scrap wtv ive just said and do anything fluffy/lowk suggestive (or playful) with nicho thank you so much if you decide to do it :) sorry for the messy req lovee

rivals ( nicholas wang x reader )

warnings & tags: enemies to lovers, slight tension built up, i don’t think there’s much to tag tbh :,)

word count: 1.5k (1,528)

authors note: so so sorry i fell off the face of the earth 🫠 i’ve had a lot going on & im sorry if this isn’t what u wanted :( i tried my best but this unfortunately isn’t my best work. i still hope u like it nonie!!!

you've disliked nicholas for so long that neither of you remembers how it started.

if someone asked, you'd probably blame as early as elementary school. he'd say the same thing.

you were both probably only nine years old, just kids. and you bickered about any little thing.

the first class you'd shared had ended with the two of you arguing over something neither of you can remember now. as you aged, more issues came. exam scores, presentations, participation grades. every time one of you came out ahead, the other somehow found a way to catch up.

it became routine, and followed you all the way to uni.

you'd check your grade and immediately wonder how he'd done. he'd walk into lectures already looking for you. friends started placing bets on who would score higher on exams. professors learned very quickly not to put the two of you in the same discussion groups unless they wanted the conversation to take twice as long.

neither of you minded.

at least, not enough to stop.

which is why being paired together for a semester-long project feels less like an assignment and more like a punishment.

"you're changing the structure,” you complained to him.

nicholas doesn't look up from his laptop. “because it wasn't working."

"it was working."

"it really wasn't."

you lean back in your chair and stare at him from across the library table. the afternoon sun cuts through the windows beside him, catching the edge of his glasses as he scrolls through the document.

he’s impossible. not because he's wrong.

the problem is that half the time he's unfortunately right.

"you could've asked first."

"you would've said no."

"exactly."

his mouth twitches. not quite a smile. but, close enough to be irritating.

fhe argument continues for another twenty minutes. It circles through formatting, sources, and eventually an entirely unrelated heated debate about whether a study published six years ago should still even be considered relevant.

by the time it ends, neither of you has changed your mind.

yet, somehow, the project still gets done.

that’s the part nobody warns you about. spending that much time with someone means you start noticing things whether you want to or not.

you learn that nicholas gets coffee from the same place every morning and always orders the exact same thing. you learn that when he's focused, he taps his pen against the table without realizing it. you learn that he rereads every paragraph at least twice before submitting anything.

you also learn that he's a lot quieter when there isn't an audience around.

that one surprises you.

the version of nicholas everyone else knows is confident to the point of being unbearable. the version that sits across from you at nine o'clock on a thursday night, surrounded by empty coffee cups and half-finished notes, is different. very different.

not softer. just easier. maybe even calmer.

but that's somehow worse.

it’s much easier to dislike someone when they stay exactly the person you've decided they are.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

the semester keeps going anyway. at first, nothing changes in any way that feels important.

you still meet for the project every week. you continue to sit across from nicholas in the library, under the same painfully bright lights. the same quiet tension that used to feel like argument and now feels like something that’s too difficult to name, even for two of the smartest people in your grade.

the document stays open between you like it always has, but the something is different now. there’s less fighting for space, and more careful timing, like neither of you wants to be the one to break whatever this has become.

nicholas stops interrupting you as often.

it’s obvious to you, but you try to ignore it. impossible, you’ve started to notice every little thing about him.

instead of cutting you off, he starts watching you finish your thoughts like he’s actually listening to them now. it’s as if he’s stopped treating your words as something to respond to and started treating them as something he wants understand. it should make things easier, but it doesn’t. instead it just makes him harder to ignore.

the weeks blur into a routine you both now share. you meet in the same place, work the same hours, still argue. yet it’s different now, less sharp around the edges. sometimes you catch him staring at the document for too long, as if he’s reading it twice just to avoid looking at you.

sometimes you’re the one who looks first, sometimes it’s him. but neither of you comments on it.

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“you fixed it without telling me.” his voice breaks the silence one afternoon when most of the library has already started emptying out.

you don’t look up right away, fingers clicking on the keyboard of the library computer. “it was wrong.”

“it wasn’t wrong.”

you finally glance up, greeted by his eyes immediately.

something has shifted—this doesn’t feel like an argument anymore. it feels like something stalled in the middle of becoming one, though.

“you’re impossible,” he says, but there’s no truth in it.

you almost respond the way you used to, but you don’t. you bite your tongue and go back to typing.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

submission day comes without ceremony. it’s the official last day of you both being forced to work together for the semester, the last time the two of you sit across from each other with the project open between you.

nicholas reads through the final version slower than usual. you watch him the whole time without trying to hide it anymore, because there’s no point now.

when he finally closes the laptop, the sound is too sharp. the room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

“it’s done,” he says softer than usual.

you nod once. “yeah.”

neither of you moves.

there’s a long moment of silence between the two of you, just staring at each other.

nicholas looks at you for a long time, and this time there’s nothing left in the way he does it. there’s no argument hiding behind it. no rivalry disguising it. just him, finally looking at you like there’s nothing else he’s been trying not to see.

“this is it,” he says.

you don’t answer immediately, but something in your chest tightens at how final it sounds. it’s like he’s trying to make it clean so it doesn’t hurt more than it already does. it’s almost as painful as a breakup.

“yeah,” you say eventually.

it should end there, and it almost does.

nicholas exhales like he’s been holding something in for months and only just realized it’s been suffocating him.

“i hate this,” he says suddenly.

your eyes flick up—that’s not what you expected.

he laughs once, but it’s sharp and lifeless and doesn’t last.

“i hate that it’s over,” he continues.

the honesty lands harder than anything he’s said all semester. for once it doesn’t sound like him trying to win anything. it sounds like he’s losing something and only now realizing it mattered.

you stand first, not because you want to leave, but because staying still suddenly feels impossible.

nicholas follows immediately, almost as if distance is no longer something he can manage properly.

“say something,” he says, and for the first time his voice trembles quietly.

“what do you want me to say?” you ask instead, the nervousness evident in your voice.

that breaks something in him.

“that this means nothing to you,” he says, quieter now, “because it does.”

your breath catches, but you don’t correct him.

that’s what ruins him.

“i tried,” he continues, running a hand through his hair. there’s something almost raw in it now, stripped of everything that used to make him sound untouchable, “i really tried not to care.”

the space between you collapses before either of you can stop it. it’s as if whatever restraint was left finally gave out. he kisses you, and you don’t even try to pull away.

when nicholas kisses you, it isn’t careful anymore. it’s almost desperate, like he really needed this. because he did. the kiss was different, it felt like everything that’s been building for months finally stops pretending it was ever anything else.

when he pulls back slightly, he’s breathing differently, like he’s only just realized what he’s been holding in this entire time. he has a slightly panicked look on his face. his eyes still on you like he’s checking you’re real.

you don’t move away. he doesn’t either. you just stand there.

and then, slowly, something in his expression shifts—not panic or regret, just relief, like he’s been waiting for this version of the story the entire time.

a small breath leaves him, almost a laugh this time.

“so,” he says quietly, forehead still close to yours.

you tilt your head slightly. “yeah.”

his mouth twitches.

“is this.. is this happening?”

you nod once, a smile curling on your lips.

“idiot,” you say. “took you long enough.”

that time, when he smiles, it actually stays.

and this time, he doesn’t look like someone who lost.

just someone who finally stopped pretending he didn’t want to win you instead.

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[dreemxz]

hiiii can i request a smutty fic for either tattoo artist nicholas or yuma (you can pick based on vibes or even both if you are feeling frisky) where reader is getting their first tattoo and is beyond nervous but tattoo artist nekoz help them relax in the best way they know how to ;))

moon phases ⌗ 𐔌tattoo artist nekoz! x f!reader𐦯

synopsis : after losing a dare, you’re forced to get your first tattoo. despite your facade of bravado, deep down you can’t help but be nervous, too nervous that nicholas and yuma notice and offer a way to ease your nerves :) — based on the request above!

warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w small plot. dom!nekoz. oral sex (f!receiving). p in v. face fucking. unprotected sex (no!). finishing inside (again no!). overstimulation. pet names. praise kink (all 3 tbh). cumeating. belly bulge. manhandling. no mxm but yuma cums from looking at nico fucking you lols.

wc : 4.3k (4337)

dreemxz note : finally finished the request, i was honestly having the biggest writers block ... but all is good now! i enjoyed writing this more than i should've tbh. if i missed any warnings lmk and if there are errors lmk too.

You bite your lip, almost drawing blood from the amount of pressure your teeth put on your lower lip as you bite down. You glance up at the black and white clock drilled into the soft pastel wall, 7:24 PM. You should leave, there was still time until your appointment. If you got up now, no one would notice that you were even there to begin with. 

You’d make up a silly excuse to Euijoo, like you got lost and never made it to the shop, but Euijoo knew you. After all, you’d visited this place before, and you had even gotten your nipples pierced here about two years ago. 

You look at the reception desk where a bright neon pink sign hung off the ends, ‘&PARLOR,’ it blinked once, then twice, mocking you. 

Only you would lose a stupid dare against your best friend, Euijoo. Now here you were, anxious enough to throw up in the middle of the shop. 

The shop itself was quiet, other than one other customer you saw when you came in; the waiting area was empty. Crickets were chirping just right outside. 

“Damn.” Your entire body jumped. You look up faster than you can process, nearly giving yourself whiplash.  

Your breath catches as the man across from you stares you down. You remember him, Nicholas. When you first met him, you couldn’t help but think he was the most attractive guy you’d ever seen, but since he knew your best friend, you had to get rid of those thoughts quickly. 

You quickly scan him with your eyes. A nose stud and an eyebrow piercing on his face; he’s wearing a black tank top with baggy pants, showing off his left arm, which is full of tattoos. “You look like you’re about to pass out, you good?”

“Uh—yeah, nervous is all.”

He hums, “You my 7:30?” 

Your shoulders visibly tense at his words, “unfortunately.” He laughs at your words, motioning for you to follow him into his small area 

You stand up rather slowly, wanting to delay it as much as possible. You passed by the other tattoo artist, who was focused on finishing a back piece; you couldn’t see his face at all. 

When you reach his small area, a small room off to the side. You walk in and accommodate yourself in the chair. 

“Let’s see… You checked in with Fuma… hmm, okay, so you want the moon phases on your bikini line?” He’s turned around, so he doesn’t notice you nodding to his words. 

When he doesn’t hear a verbal response, he whips around in his spinning chair to face you, “First tattoo?”

“I— yeah… is it that obvious?”

He nods. “Might as well have it tattooed across your forehead in bold letters.”

You look away in embarrassment, “This was a stupid dare, my friend and I made bets, and I lost, so he sent me here because apparently you guys are the best.”

“Fucking Euijoo,” you mumble under your breath. 

“Byun Euijoo? Wait, I recognize you, you’re that girl who always walked in with him, hey, I’ve pierced you before too.”

Nicholas mentions the time you’d gotten your nipples pierced by him, uninterested, you could only hear your heart beating rapidly. “Yup, that’s me.”

“Well, since it’s your first tattoo, and you're a friend of Euijoos, it’s only right to give you a discount.” 

You nervously laugh at his comment. Nicholas turns around in his stool, clicking a few things on the computer before he starts to print out the design you had sent him. The printing machine takes a few seconds to export the page, he grabs the paper, and rolls the stool over to you. 

“Alright, with the inspo picture you sent, I came up with these designs. Let me know which one you like the most and the size.” He hands you the papers for you to look over closely. 

It was 4 different pages with different designs, there were different sizes, and you honestly couldn’t think straight. “Um, any is fine.” You blurt out. 

Nicholas stares at you for a long second before snorting softly. “Yeah, no. That’s not how this works.” He plucks the papers from your shaky hands before you can accidentally crumple them. Spinning slightly in his stool, he lays the pages across the counter beside you.

“You’re permanently putting this on your body,” he says. “At least pretend to care a little.”

“I do care,” you mumble. “I’m just nervous at the thought.”

He chuckles and leans closer to the designs, tapping one of the pages. “Okay, look. This one’s thinner and more delicate, but the details might blur faster over time.” He moves to the next. “This one’ll age better. The lines will be clearer. Less chance of it looking weird in ten years.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Nicholas raises an eyebrow at the sound of your laughter. “Alright, I think I’ll do this one, in…this size.” 

You watch him prep his things for a few minutes. Suddenly feeling yourself tense up at the sight of him putting on black gloves and preparing the needles and other things. 

Your heart picks up at the sight, “Alright, I’m gonna need you to take your pants off.” 

You blink, “I— Sorry?” You choke at the delivery of his command.

Trying your best to avoid eye contact, you stand up and fumble with the button of your jeans, fingers clumsy under his watchful stare, his eyes linger for a second longer before he turns around and pretends he’s moving his things around. 

You glance up to make sure he’s not taking any weird peeps at you, but somehow, he knew what you were thinking. “Relax,” Nicholas says over his shoulder with amusement in his voice. “I’m a tattoo artist, not a creep. I’ve seen worse.” 

You couldn’t help but feel your body tense and heat up, “That…doesn’t make it any better.” 

Nicholas laughs, “Right. Sorry, first-timer.” 

You pull your pants further down your legs, passing your thighs, your knees, until it pools around your ankles. One leg raises as you were going to step out of it when the door suddenly opens. “Yo, Nico—” 

You flinch and shriek at the sudden intrusion. The blond man from before is standing, leaning on the door frame. Nicholas spins rapidly in the stool, glancing at you briefly before his eyes fall on his co-worker. 

“Oh shit, my bad, didn’t mean to scare you both.” 

Nicholas lets out an irritated sigh, immediately grabbing the rolling stool beside him and shoving it towards the doorway hard enough for it to bump against the blond man’s leg. “Ever heard of knocking, idiot?” 

The blond man grins wider, completely unbothered as his eyes rake over your figure, more purposely this time. You attempt to cover yourself as much as possible, but it's useless. “The door was cracked,” he raises his hands innocently, “Didn’t look on purpose, promise.”

You scramble awkwardly to pull your shirt lower while balancing on one foot, jeans still trapped around your ankles. Mortifying.

“Oh my god,” you groan quietly, face burning.

Nicholas shoots his coworker a flat look. “You’re embarrassing her.”

“I’m embarrassing her?” the blond repeats with a laugh. “Pretty sure she was already halfway there.”

“Get out if you’re going to be useless.” Nicholas reaches for a paper towel roll and throws it directly at his head.

The blond catches it easily, laughing again before finally pushing himself off the doorway. “Alright, alright. Relax.” His gaze lands on you one last time, significantly softer now. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You nod weakly, still wanting the floor to swallow you whole. He tilts his head, eyes flickering to Nicholas in silent communication. Nicholas nods, Yuma smirks. 

You couldn’t help but feel like something was happening, and you weren’t aware of it. “Um?” You question, they ignore you as the blond man steps further in. 

“Are you nervous? First time?” He asks, putting on a set of black gloves. Nicholas spins on his chair and scoots closer to you. “I’m Yuma. Usually, I have to be up front to run the shop while Nico and Fuma stay back here with clients, but you’re our last one of the night, I just finished with my client, and Fuma left already.” 

“Nice to meet you…but why are you here…?” You couldn’t help but be straight up with your confusion. 

Yuma and Nicholas let out synced laughs, “relax, I’m just here for support, you know, just in case you pass out. Now, be a good girl and lie back for us? Hm?” 

You obey, lying on the black bed-chair, Nicholas picks up your pants as he notices you just stepped out of them and forgot about them. He folds them and puts them on one of the waiting chairs in the corner. 

Yuma rounds the corner, placing himself on your right side, while Nicholas stays on your left. You finally notice the tattoo drawing in Yuma’s hand as he looks at it, “Cool first tattoo, where’s it gonna go?” 

Without thinking, you point to the spot. You were prepared, or at least, you thought. You put on the only cute and appropriate underwear you owned; unfortunately, it was your only laced lingerie. 

Yuma's eyes follow your hand; his eyes linger on the spot you pointed at. You couldn’t help but observe the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a big gulp. 

“Here…?” Yuma points, his finger centimeters away from touching your skin, and he flashes you a look for permission. Hesitantly, you nod. 

You feel the cool latex material touch your skin, causing you to shiver. His finger trails the spot, starting from the corner of your hip, down to where the inner thigh meets. You clench your thighs on instinct. He notices. 

Your breath hitches as you feel him press down on your skin; you are unsure if it was an accident or done on purpose. Whichever it was, you didn’t mind. 

“Y-yeah, right there.”

The two men share a look once more before Yuma’s sweet stare turns cold. His once shining eyes with joy turned dark with lust. 

Nicholas clears his throat first, “Alright, I’ll just prep you real good, get comfortable, Y/N. This is about to be a long night.”

“O-okay…” you sink into the cushion material as Nicholas applies a small amount of cream on his gloved fingers. 

“This is just some cream to help the razor glide smoothly, alright?” You nod. Nicholas begins to shave the area. Once he’s done, Yuma hands him a piece of paper towel. 

After everything has been applied, the sheet that has the tattoo is placed on your skin. 

You gulp. Everything felt like it was narrowing down on you. The walls felt closer, the ceiling felt like it was going to fall and crumble on top of you. 

Nicholas peels the paper off your skin, leaving only the blue link imprinted on your skin. “Alright, let’s get started—” you grab Nicholas’ hand before he could grab the tattoo gun. 

“Waitwaitwait—“

Both of them freeze at your rapid words. “I can’t—I can’t do this. I’m too nervous. I need to calm down.”

Nicholas glances at Yuma, who just glances at you. “Okay, let’s calm you down first, if you don’t want to do this… that’s okay.”

However, you shake your head. “No…no, I do want this, I just need to breathe.” Nicholas grabs your hand and begins to rub it.

“Well,” Yuma starts, you turn your head to look at him, “we have an idea on how to ease your mind.” He leans in closer to be more eye level to you, and you see his colored contacts from this angle. 

“Wha—how?” You ask. Desperate to do anything to calm yourself. 

You hear shuffling from where Nicholas was before you feel his cool fingers on your hip bone. He’d taken off the latex gloves and was now rubbing your skin with his own. “Relax, we’ll take good care of you.” 

/•᷅‎‎•᷄\੭

And that’s how you ended here. 

“Fuck, so beautiful,” Yuma says in between pecks. His cold hand reaches down to your shirt, where it just slips in naturally through the open gap. His cold fingers graze your stomach, causing you instant shivers. He reaches your tits where he gropes them, hard. Yuma’s fingers are grazing over your nipple, which makes you gasp. 

Yuma pulls back just enough for a string of saliva to draw between you two. “Nipple piercings?” He lets out a chuckle, “And you’re too nervous for a tattoo? Picking and choosing our battles, huh?” 

High of kisses, all you could do was nod and whimper. Your breath hitches as you feel a cool breeze graze your clit. Both Yuma and you look down to see Nicholas crouched down. “Pretty, aren’t they? They’re my work, my masterpiece.” Yuma rolls his eyes at his words. 

Nicholas looks up, his face centered right in between your legs. You both watch as he gives you a sly smirk before he lowers his head, tongue sticking out, and he licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy. “A-Aah…” You wince. 

Nicholas lets out a dark chuckle that sends chills down your spine, the vibration of it vibrates against your clit. Your hands automatically fly to his head, your fingers intertwined with his hair. Nicholas’ tongue explores your folds; the sounds are obscene. 

To your right, Yuma pouts. “No fair,” you’re not given a chance to question him as your shirt is pushed up, past your tits, freeing them from their confinements. 

You maintain eye contact with Nicholas for a moment, his pupils wide and blown as he makes out with your cunt. His dark eyes watch for your every reaction, the way you bite down on your lip, how your head gets thrown back from pleasure. 

Nicholas curls his tongue in between your folds, which causes your back to arch, giving both Yuma and Nicholas a better angle. 

Yuma’s lips attach to your right nipple, his tongue laps the cool metal bar, feeling how your soft nipple hardens in his mouth. He hums, pleased at how the metal feels against his tongue. 

“Taste so fucking good,” you hear Nicholas say, muffled, but your ears picked up on it. 

There was movement before you feel your hips get pulled forward, and Nicholas is deeper, his head angled in a certain way that makes you release a loud moan. “Oh fuck—” you attempt to push him, but it’s useless. 

He chuckles against your messy pussy and shakes his head, continuing to attack your clit with his nose that keeps brushing past it. 

Yuma is the first to break off from you; his lips are swollen, and his eyes are blown wide. What he does next surprises you for a moment. The blond man grabs a fistful of Nicholas’ hair and yanks his head up just enough that he detaches from you. 

Displaying his saliva mixed with your cum, you watch as Yuma’s eyes glance over the latter's face before he wipes his index and middle finger where your mixed juices lay, lathering his own fingers with the slick before bringing it to his mouth—but not before he turns to you, forcing you to hold eye contact with him, watching as he inserts just his index finger in mouth. 

You see the way his muscle moves inside his mouth, lapping the finger, cleaning the slick off. When he takes it out, a juicy, wet pop echoes in the room. Both you and Nicholas are watching him with curious and fucked out eyes. 

Yuma brings the other finger up to your mouth, “Say ah.” He gestures for you to open your mouth. Mindless and too much in bliss, you open your mouth wide. He inserts his finger inside your warm mouth. Automatically, your plump, glossed lips close around his middle finger, sucking on it gently as you stare at him with wide eyes. 

Yuma couldn’t help but let out a whine as he watched you suck on his finger, “Fuck…that’s it, taste yourself…” 

Below you, Nicholas whines from the lack of attention, so he breaks away his gaze and gets up. You turn at the sound of clothes ruffling and a belt being unbuckled. 

Yuma smirks, knowing what his friend was up to. Yuma grabs your chin forcibly, but not with much strength. His touch was gentle as he turned your head back to him, “Eyes up here, I want you to look into my eyes as I fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.” 

You clench your thighs at the thought. Nicholas notices this and chuckles, “Needy little thing.” He takes his finger out of your mouth, patting your cheek and drawing a string of your saliva with it as he begins to fumble with his pants. 

On the side, Nicholas had already taken off his shirt, along with his boxers, which were thrown somewhere on the ground. 

You shift your gaze just in time to see him climbing on top of the chair. He nudges your thighs open, gently caressing them as he folds them upward, giving him enough space to be in front of you. 

His sensitive tip rubbed against your folds, teasing you in the worst way possible. 

You flinch at the sudden contact, “fuck… please.” You beg. 

Nicholas lifts his head to make eye contact with Yuma, who just smirks at him. His lower half is also now bare. Knowing that he wouldn’t get this chance for a while, Nicholas leans down and kisses you. His dick is pressing firmly against your cunt as he puts his body weight on you. 

The mess is hungry and sloppy. He’s devouring you without care. 

You sigh into his mouth, making your lips part just enough for his tongue to slip through. 

When he pulled back, you let out a whine from the lack of contact. Yuma leans in, “Don’t worry, this cock is gonna stuff your mouth to the brim.” 

Both of them get into position, and they move like they’ve done this countless times. It’s like they practiced this beforehand. 

Yuma cradles your head gently, turning it towards him. 

His cock is hard and red. The tip stares at you, and all you want to do is kiss it better. Precum dribbles onto the black chair. 

You feel Nicholas spread your folds as he jerks himself one last time, lining himself up with you, coating himself with your wetness. He’s gentle, for a moment, your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape, and Yuma sees it as an opportunity to push his cock into your mouth. 

Contrary to Nico, he pushed it fully in one go. You let out a muffled sound as you weren’t given time or a warning. 

Nicholas’ tip starts to push past your lips, just when you feel it go deeper, inch by inch. You close your eyes. Feeling it was too much for you to handle. 

Yuma and Nicholas both feel this. Your pussy clenches around Nicholas, getting a deep groan out of him, and your mouth spams against Yuma’s. 

They’re both experiencing different, yet similar bliss. 

Nicholas’ hands grab your waist, hands wandering down your hip bones where he presses down, “Oh god, so fucking tight.” Nicholas bites his lip. His touch is strong, and you feel his fingers digging into your skin as he bottoms out completely. 

He gives himself a little bit of time to get used to you, or else he swore he would’ve come right there and then. 

Yuma has started to slowly push in and out of your mouth. With each slow thrust, your body shakes slightly, making Nicholas’ dick slowly slip out of you. “So perfect,” You hear Yuma say as you finally open your eyes, looking up at him with that oh-so-perfect look. 

Yuma gulps, the way your eyes, so full of nervousness and hunger, stare up at him. He had to do everything in his power not to cum in your mouth. 

Nicholas finally starts moving; his pace is slow and steady. As he rolls his hips forward and back, he throws his head back at the amount of pleasure. 

You feel like you’re overly stuffed to the point where you see stars. Yuma’s thrusts in your mouth start to get rough. Nicholas speeds up, too, gripping your hips as he pounds into your wet cunt. 

Neither of them was holding back now. Your tits were bouncing freely as they pounded into you. Nicholas noticed they were untouched, so his hand reached up and gripped it. He holds it as he fucks into you. 

The vibrations of your moan make Yuma whimper. He’s thrusting into your mouth at an unforgivable pace, and saliva coats his dick. He looks down to where you and Nicholas are connected, something about the way his friend’s cock disappeared into you, then popped out with cum painting his pelvic bone, making him get closer to the edge. 

Nicholas, too focused on making you and himself feel good, doesn’t notice the way his friend is looking at you two. 

Only when you start to squirm underneath him does he bring his focus back on you, accidentally looking at his friend’s face, who is too focused on you both to notice. 

Nicholas laughs, “You fucking freak,” Yuma breaks eye contact and looks up at Nicholas, giving him a sly smirk, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Oh fuck, I‘m so close…” Yuma says. 

His words are what make you realize you’re also falling close to the edge. Your hand reaches up, trying to find anything to ground yourself with. It comes back with Nicholas’ hand on your tit, and you just hold on to it. 

Yuma freezes, his head gets thrown back as he pushes in one last time, a deep grunt leaves his throat. It’s half broken, but he stays still as he feels a spurt of cum paint your moan. 

Nicholas wasn’t far either. He glanced up at his friend, gulping for a moment, looking down at you. You looked fucked out and needy. 

Yuma remains inside your mouth for a moment, and you can feel the way his dick twitches against your mouth as he gets the last drops out. 

When he pulls out, you feel your jaw ache, but you close your mouth and swallow. Yuma watches as you swallow his cum without him having to say anything. He smirks, “Such an obedient girl,” and when you open your mouth, darting your tongue out to show him that you truly had swallowed every last drop, he couldn’t help but smile and lean down. Capturing your lips in a deep and messy kiss, not bothered by the fact that he could taste himself on your tongue. 

“So cute,” Yuma says at last, caressing your cheek, then moves to clean himself up. 

Your walls clench around Nicholas’ cock, moving your complete attention towards him. He’s staring you down already, “Hey,” he says. 

Shyly, you reply, “Hi.” 

Nicholas grabs your hips, pulling you closer, “You close, angel?” 

You nod, pouting your swollen lips. “Me too, I'm so fucking close.” 

He pounds into you for a few more seconds before you feel that familiar knot in your stomach. 

Nicholas’ thrusts have begun to grow sloppier as well. Your walls tighten around the fat of his head when he pulls out, he hisses, “A-ah, do–do that again.” 

Yuma comes back, pants pulled back up after cleaning himself, and stands closer to Nicholas now. 

“Listen to what he’s asking you to do, doll. Be a good girl just like you were with me, hm?” All you could do was nod.

Yuma wasn’t all that finished with you. To edge you more, he put his hand between where you and Nico were connected. 

His fingers find your clit, and immediately, you get the sensation of overstimulation. You attempt to push his hand away, “No–no, stop, I c-can’t.. ‘s too much.” But Yuma just laughs, sharing a look with his friend before he starts to rub circles on the bundle of nerves. 

You hiss, feeling your walls spasm on Nicholas’ cock. You throw your head back at the double action. You let out a loud moan, squealing as they both increase their speed, arching your back off the chair. 

Nicholas’ pace is brutally fast, pounding into you with ruthless thrusts, hitting your gummy walls deeper and harder. 

Nicholas moans as he puts one hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down to feel himself move in and out. “Shit. Taking me so well… so deep, fuck.” 

Yuma smirks and rubs harder. The feeling is sensational, and they can both tell you’re close. “Gonna cum? C’mon, come on his cock…be a good girl.” 

It felt like that was all you needed to break. You felt yourself burst, that big bubble in your lower abdomen burst like a balloon. 

“That's it…such a good girl,” Yuma whispers to no one in particular. 

Nicholas starts panting. You coming undone sent him over the edge. He felt the way you squeezed around him, making him groan and do one final, deep thrust into your cunt. “Cumming cummingcumming…ngh.” 

You feel Nicholas’ warm cum fill your pussy up to the brim. It felt like too much. He stilled inside your cunt, waiting for his breathing to regulate, all while his hips twitched, unintentionally thrusting his cum further into your gummy walls. 

Yuma giggled, “Wasn’t this one fine evening?” He moved closer to where your head was, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. His hand brushes your baby's hair that clung to your sweaty forehead. 

He looked back at Nicholas, who was straightening up and pulling out, “I think we’ve found a regular client for life.” The blond turned back to you. “Ain’t that right pretty? We took the nerves away, huh?”

Nicholas snorts at his friend and his teasing, watching as you turn away, embarrassed. “Consider the tattoo free. After all, I think we’ll be seeing you around more often.” 

🏷️ : @nichosaegyo @wenology @horangiungnico

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good luck charm ⌗ 𐔌rockstarbf!y.nakakita x f!reader𐦯

synopsis : after you began to date your rockstar boyfriend, Yuma, it appeared that you had become his good luck charm for everything. he needed you by his side as his group became successful around the world, he was convinced that you were his luck and he wasn’t letting you go.

warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w little plot. switch!yuma, sub!reader. quickie. p in v. unprotected sex (don’t lol). cumming inside (again don’t). slight mommy kink. begging. slight praise kink. name calling (brief). keeping cum inside. panty stealing. size kink (maybe?).

wc : 2.6k (2639)

dreemxz note: i forgot condoms exist when i wrote this during midnight sorry. originally was rockstar!nico but rockstar yuma mmm 🤤. if i missed any tags lmk pls! requests are also open if anyone is interested! proofread but there may be errors.

“Yes, baby, I’m almost there. Traffic is crazy, but I’m pulling into the artist parking area.” 

Your boyfriend, Yuma Nakakita, was in a band, and tonight they were going to have their first performance after their recent album dropped. 

You were on the phone with a panicked boyfriend, and he was worried you might miss the time slot of wishing him good luck. 

Ever since the two of you started dating four years ago, you have become his good luck charm when it comes to music. 

“Can you hurry up? The opening artist is almost done with their setlist, we’re on in less than thirty, baby.” You shift the car into park, grabbing your belongings along with your badge. 

“Listen, I’ll find my way to you, but I gotta go, I have to hurry through security, or I’ll miss you.” Yuma sighs at the end of the phone.

“Okay, fine, I love you.”

You giggle, “I love you too.” And with that, you end the phone call and speed walk towards security, behind them stands one of the crew assistants whom you immediately recognize. 

You wave at her, and once you're through security, you’re quick to join her side. “How much time is left?”

“24 minutes and 45 seconds,” she says, not once glancing at her watch. You smile at her as the two of you speed walk through the backstage hallways. 

In just three minutes, you finally arrive at your boyfriend's makeup room. The assistant pushes the door open for you, giving you a tight smile as you pass her. 

Yuma was pacing the room the second you stepped in, guitar pick turning over and over between his fingers. The anxious expression on his face vanished almost instantly when he saw you.

“There you are,” he breathed, crossing the room in three long strides.

Before you could even answer, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face into your neck. The familiar scent of cologne, sweat, and hairspray clung to him. The unmistakable smell of success.

Yuma leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes still buzzing with nerves despite the smile tugging at his lips. Outside the room, the muffled roar of the crowd vibrated through the walls.

“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “Every big show, every album, every stupid audition before we even made it anywhere… You were there.” His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I can’t go onstage without my good luck kiss.”

You grinned. “Ah, so that’s why you date me.”

He kissed his teeth, playfully rolling his eyes. Yuma turns around, eyes locking in on the staff spread throughout the room. He steps back a little, clearing his throat. “Can we get a moment alone?”

The staff nod their heads as they finish tidying things up before slipping out of the door. The only one who lingered was Han Kya, his manager. “Fifteen minutes. No more.” She gives you both a stern, mom look before she closes the door behind her. 

As you turn back to face Yuma, a surprised yell leaves your lips. Yuma pulls you against him, your chest pressed up against his as he leans down to be eye level with you. 

“What are you—” you’re cut off by Yuma pressing his lips onto yours. Engulfing you in a rushed kiss. You moan against his mouth, reciprocating the kiss with the same level of eagerness. 

Your hands go up to his chest to stabilize yourself. His fingers dig into your sides as he pulls you closer to him, not wanting to let you go. 

With a loud ‘pop,’ you push him off of you, forcing him to take a deep breath. 

“Yuma—”

He ignored his name, attempting to lean in once again, but you dodge his face before his lips can connect. “Stop. We don’t have time for this, baby.”

His pupils are blown, and dopamine radiates from his body as he locks eyes with you. Yuma pouts, grabbing your left hand that was on your chest and lowering, making you feel his boner. 

“Can’t you feel how hard I am, p-please… a-ah.” He hisses as your palm grazes his clothed sensitive tip. 

You chew your lip, unsure whether to give in or not. “Please… I'll be good… so good for you.” Yuma gives you those sweet puppy eyes you can never resist. 

For having cat-like characteristics, your boyfriend just had to have the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. 

You suck your teeth, glancing off to the side. Yuma presses your hand harder onto his bulge. Slightly grinding on your hand. 

“We only have thirteen minutes…” You try to keep your cool, but deep down, you know you’ve already given in by not pulling your hand away, and he knows it too. 

“Please… mommy,” Yuma begs, hips jerking into your hand as he shamelessly grinds against you. “We’ll be quick, so quick, ‘m so hard… so s-sensitive.”

Your eyes go back to his face; it’s the most endearing look ever. His cheeks are slightly red; you don’t know if it’s from the blush or how bad he’s turned on. 

“Be quick… okay?” He didn’t respond to you as he suddenly yanked your hand and pulled you to the couch. 

He gently pushed you down as his lips connected with yours. You whimper against his lips as he softly lies on top of you. 

Yuma spreads your legs open with his knee, you give in easily, all the doubt you had quickly washed away with pleasure as his knee slipped up to your cunt, pressing it slightly and adding pressure. 

“Fuck…” the room is filled with wet, sloppy, kissing noises. Heavy breathing fills the air as Yuma begins to pant. 

Your hand goes down to his pants, and you begin to unbuckle it with one hand. Yuma takes notice of your struggle and helps you out by taking it off himself—reaching into his back pocket to pull out something. 

He stands, giving you a quick kiss as he quickly works his way out of his pants, along with his boxers. 

You’re quick to silently thank yourself for wearing a skirt and not pants as you lift your hips, slipping your lacy red underwear down your legs. 

You move to throw the lingerie to the floor, but Yuma catches it before it touches the floor. “Wha—”

Yuma is quick to swiftly shove the panties into the back pocket of his jeans, then throws the material down to the floor, crawling on top of you again. 

His cock is hard and sticky against your bare thigh, “fuck… need you so bad.” You make a weak attempt to grind your hips against him. 

He chuckles, “Patience, baby.” Yuma pushes your black mini skirt further up your body. The soft material bunches up at your waist, and now your freshly shaven pussy is on full display.  

Yuma sits back on his heels, quickly admiring your sex. Four years of having you by his side, four years of being able to fuck into you, and still, he’s amazed. 

“ ‘s so perfect…” his words slur as he grips his cock, jerking himself off to spread the pre-cum down his length as lube. 

Yuma knows every inch of your body, from the inside out. He doesn’t need to worry about prepping you beforehand. He knows it by just observing your glistening pussy, a small bubble from your slick forms, popping in seconds as you clench around nothing. 

“Put it in…p-please.” You beg, words half slurring as you tug his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer. 

He doesn’t argue and allows you to bring him closer, his hand still pumping his aching cock. You feel his cock nuzzling your slit, once, twice, coating both of your sex with each other's slick. 

Yuma puts his hand on the armrest for support as you open your legs wide for him. He lines himself up, spreading your cum up to your clit, then comes back to your seeping hole where he pushes in slowly, the stretch is overwhelming. You feel every inch intruding into your cunt, merciless. 

Your mouth opens wide in pleasure, forming a silent ‘O’ with your lips as you try to remain quiet, remembering that there are more people outside. 

Yuma bottoms out with a whiny moan. His breath fanned over your ear as he tried to catch his breath. Your chest is moving up and down as you get accustomed to the size. He’s still for about thirty more seconds before you nod your head–giving him the go-ahead. 

Yuma pulls out a bit, pushing in and out of your pussy at a slow speed. Your hands fly to his back, embracing him as you start to let out small moans that only reach his ears. 

“S-so tight, baby, c-can never get enough of this p-pussy…” Yuma speeds up his thrusts. Your eyes travel down to where you're both connected, lifting your head from the headrest just slightly to where you’re able to see his lean cock disappear into your pussy. 

You bite your lip, biting back a moan. You cunt flutters around the head of his cock, squeezing him just enough for a moan to slip out of his mouth. 

“Fuck… you feel that?” His next thrust is slow and deep, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you begin to see stars. “Huh? Feel how d-deep I-I am? Fuck…my good luck charm. All spread out…not afraid t-to get caught. S-so d-dirty…” he thrusts deeper, hips grinding against yours, your sensitive bud brushing against his pelvic bone, making you shudder and moan a bit louder. 

“Fuckfuckfuck…yes—oh fuck—so deep, so deep!” Yuma brings his hand up to your chest, pulling down your matching tube top. His eyes widen as he’s only now realizing you aren’t wearing a bra. 

“Dirty s-slut. Walking ‘round the whole s-stadium like a w-whore. Nngh. Am I-I not enough?” You shake your head. 

“No…no…you’re enough.” 

It was like the realization sparked something in him as he violently began to rut into you. Not leaving you with any time to get used to the speed. Your tits bounce up and down, moving in the same space as his ruts. 

“Feel so good…” 

“Yum–” the speed is unforgivable, by now you stopped caring, your mixed moans fill the air, and you’re sure anyone passing by would be able to get an idea of what was going on. 

Your walls clamp down on him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, a weak attempt to match his speed. Your head tosses to the side. Yuma quickly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Don’t look away. Look at me, please look at me with those fucked out eyes. F-fuck…” Yuma is drilling into you, and it’s starting to become something you can’t handle. 

You feel the way the knot in your stomach threatens to break. “Baby—gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck—please, can’t no more…” you cry out, overwhelmed. 

Yuma leans down to kiss you, his hand going down to your nipple, twisting and pulling at it to add to your pleasure. The messy and hurried, but it muffles the loud moan you let out as he gives you that final thrust that tips you over the edge. 

“Cum for me,” Yuma says in between kisses, “Soak me. Please, mommy…been so good to you,” 

The name does it. Your orgasm crashes through you as you moan into his mouth. “Fuck…thank you…nngh…”

You feel wrecked. You’re sure you looked so fucked out, skirt and tube top both bunched up. Your cum begins to leak out as Yuma continues to move in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm. 

It’s not long before you feel his thrusts grow sloppy and weak, and soon, he’s growling in your ear as he reaches his own climax. He stays still as he pumps his heavy load into your aching pussy. Your walls flutter around him as you feel the warm liquid start to intrude on your gummy walls. 

“Fuuuckkk!” Yuma pushes in deeper, burying himself further into you as he grinds two more times, ensuring none of his cum leaks out of you. 

Once he’s sure he’s emptied every single drop of his thick, warm cum into you, he finally pulls out. Following it with a guttural moan. A thick and creamy mixture of both your juices and seed began to slowly seep out of your cunt. He sees it as he sits back, possessive eyes watching intensively as it leaks out of your gaping hole. The mixture trails down your bare thighs in white streaks. 

You're breathless, spent from the quick fuck. 

Yuma is the first to move, hopping off the couch and heading to the vanity, where he collects Kleenex tissues. He wipes off the excess cum on his length and tosses it in the garbage. He collects his boxers and jeans when he comes back to you, putting them back on. 

“Up,” You weakly move from a lying down position to sitting up, until you’re standing. 

Yuma comes forward, his hand comes down on your pussy as he cups it, caressing it for a second. “Don’t let a single drop fall out, okay?” 

“But—” 

He shuts you up with a small touch to your sensitive clit. “When the set finishes, I want you back in here. If there’s any slick on your thighs, I’ll punish you so bad, I’ll make sure my name is engraved in that pretty little head of yours.” 

When you don’t respond, he stimulates your sensitive bud one more time. “Yes, sir.” 

Yuma smiles tightly and lets go of your pussy. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the cum off his hand. He then pulls your tube top back up, but not without kissing your breast first, then lowers your skirt.

You give him a confused look, “What about my underwear?” 

Yuma taps his pocket, “Keeping it here, it’s mine.” 

Your thighs ache, and they feel sticky as you switch your weight from one foot to the other. “How am I supposed to keep your cum in me? Come on, baby.” 

He doesn’t give you a response as a knock on the door interrupts the two of you. 

You fix your hair and make sure you look as presentable before Yuma announces they could come in. 

Kya opens the door, “We’re on in 5. Come on.” She pauses to look between the two of you, giving you a suspicious look before her face twists into disgust. “Disgusting.” And with that, she walks back out. 

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the older woman’s reaction. Yuma rolls his eyes and brings you closer. He plants a small, delicate kiss on your lips. Completely different from what he had just done to you. 

“Gotta go, but remember, don’t let a single drop fall or else…” 

You swallow thickly, nodding your head in understanding. Then, with a faint smirk, he kisses you once more. “Thanks, my good luck charm.”

With that, he walks out of the room, leaving you speechless and sore from the quick fuck. 

Movement outside startles you; staff are rushing around the hallways. “Hey,” someone noticed you standing in the room, looking flushed. “Are you okay? You look a little sick.”

You compose yourself, “Of course, it’s just a little hot in here.” 

The woman puts her hand inside the room, feeling the temperature, “but the AC is on full blast…” 

You clear your throat, “right…haha…” She gives you a weird glance before she slowly walks off, and you couldn’t help but bury your head in your hands from embarrassment. Of course, your boyfriend had to leave you in the room by yourself after fucking you mercilessly, filling you up with his load right before his show. 

🏷️ : @wenology

[wenology]

friday night ( nicholas wang x reader x nakakita yuma )

summary: the night started out like any other friday with yuma and nicholas; a frat party full of loud music and an over consumption of alcohol. what you didn’t expect was for you and your two best friends to finally cross the line you’d all been pretending didn’t exist.

warnings & tags: smut, all under the influence, threesome, porn w very little plot, p in v, member x member, unprotected sex & cumming inside (pls wrap it), pet names, cum eating, slight overstimulation, slight degradation, oral (m receiving), switch!yuma (if you squint), dom!nico, kissing, creampie. (pls lmk if i missed any!)

word count: 3.2k (3216)

authors note: hi... this is my first time writing smut.. any and all feedback is appreciated! also i do not like frat men ❌❌❌❌ but frat &team 🤤🤤🤤 ALSO not proof read so sorry for any mistakes

the fraternity house is bustling with people downstairs. it’s slowly dying down, but on a friday night, a crowd is to be expected. 

voices blur together into one long sound. music thuds through the walls, the rhythm steady. someone laughs too loudly, then too far away.

yuma hooks an arm loosely around your shoulder as you pass the kitchen. “you’re leaving already?” he asks, as if he’s offended.

“i’m tired,” you say, speech slurred like his from the alcohol you’ll regret in the morning. 

“you’re always tired,” he replies, but he doesn’t let go.

nicholas is a step behind you both, quieter, slower. he’s drunk in a way that doesn’t show much, more subtle than you and yuma. “upstairs,” he says, not asking.

you glance back at him. “yeah.”

yuma lets out a satisfied hum, guiding you toward the stairs like he always does when three of you to leave together. “my room’s closer,” he says, already starting up.

“of course it is,” nicholas mutters. 

you catch the way yuma looks back at him over his shoulder; quick, amused, like they’re having a separate conversation that you’re not apart of. you follow anyway, brushing it off. maybe you’re so drunk that you’re imagining things. 

by the time you reach the hallway upstairs, the noise from below is just a low hum, muffled through the walls. 

yuma stumbles slightly into the wall as he turns, laughing under his breath. “we survived.”

“barely,” you say as you stop behind him. 

nicholas steps past you both, opening his bedroom door, rather than yuma’s, without hesitation. “come in, or don’t.” 

it isn’t really an invitation but yuma already follows him in. it’s his bedroom after all. 

you hesitate for half a second too long. nicholas notices. of course he does.

“you coming in?” he asks, quieter now. his voice is softer, a subtle change in tone from when he spoke to yuma. 

your throat feels dry for no good reason. “yeah,” you mutter as you walk past the doorway. the door shuts behind you, and the sound of the party disappears completely.

the room is dim, messy like you would expect a frat guy’s room. clothes on a chair, a half-empty bottle on the desk, the faint smell of alcohol still in the air like it’s clinging to everything.

yuma flops onto the bed immediately, spreading out like he owns it. “this is a terrible idea,” he says with a huff.

“you followed me,” nicholas says.

“exactly,” yuma replies, grinning.

you’re still standing near the door. it feels different, like there’s tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. 

nicholas moves first, shutting the door properly this time. the click sounds too final in the quiet. he leans back against it for a second, eyes flicking to you, not lingering anywhere else.

just you.

“you’re still standing there,” he says, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. 

“yeah,” you reply, but it comes out softer than you mean it to.

yuma pats the space between him and nicholas on the bed. “sit down. you look like you’re about to fall over.” 

“i’m fine.”

“you’re swaying,” he corrects.

you don’t deny it because, well, you are. so you sit.

you’re sat between them again, like it’s become the only natural place for you to end up tonight. yuma sits up, the mattress dipping under his weight. 

yuma’s shoulder presses into yours without asking permission. nicholas sits a little straighter, but not farther away. your knee brushes his when you adjust.

no one moves it.

the room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. it’s tense, like the air is waiting for someone to break first.

yuma exhales slowly, watching you more than anything else in the room. “you’re doing that thing again.”

you look at him. “what thing?”

his smile is lazy, but his eyes aren’t. “thinking too hard.”

nicholas’s voice comes quieter. “you’ve been like that all night.”

you swallow. “i’m just sitting here,” you say.

“yeah,” yuma murmurs, leaning back on his hands, “that’s the problem.”

nicholas finally looks at you fully. not the room. not yuma. you.

your breath catches a little too late to hide it, but yuma notices anyway. he always does. and this time, when his hand lands behind you on the bed, it doesn’t feel like an accident anymore.

nicholas’ eyes flicker down to your lips, pink and glossy. you notice, of course you do. it’s obvious from the way your cheeks burn up. before you can process what’s happening, his lips crash onto yours.

yuma is still sat on your right, hand moving to your thigh. you tense up at first, lips still moving against nicholas’. 

nicholas pulls away reluctantly, a soft whine escaping your lips as he does. he chuckles, though he’s a little nervous deep inside. “is this okay?” he asks, trying to read you. the last thing he’d want is for you to be uncomfortable. 

you nod immediately; it’s almost embarrassing how bad you want this. yuma’s hand still massages your thigh, hands creeping closer to your heat. “you’re wet already,” he mumbles as his hand moves past your skirt, fingers brushing against the damp part of your panties. 

you just whimper in response, overwhelmed, your heart beating in your chest louder than the music downstairs. “s-shut up,” you stutter. 

to your left, nicholas chuckles again, the sound sending a jolt to your cunt. “you’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” he asks, his voice smooth. 

your cheeks heat up yet again-you’re sure you’re as red as an apple. “no—“ you start, but he cuts you off. “don’t lie,” he says, less soft than before. 

you swallow thickly. you open your lips to speak, but yuma’s fingers push your soaked panties to the side to slide through your folds, causing you to moan. “you’re so wet,” he mumbles. without warning, two of his fingers plunge into your tight hole. your back arches, a loud whimper escaping your lips before nicholas muffles it with another kiss. 

the room fills with the sound of your moans, and of yuma’s long fingers pumping in and out of your heat. “so wet already,” he murmurs as he watches you and nicholas. “needy little baby,” he continues. “dripping from just being alone with your two best friends, huh?”

you whimper pathetically against nicholas’ lips. yuma sighs with frustration. he wants your attention too. he curls his fingers inside of you sharply. “stop ignoring me,” he grits out. 

you reluctantly pull away from nicholas, moaning yet again from yuma’s actions. “i-i.. yes, fuck,” you barely manage to get out. you don’t even know what you’re saying at this point. 

yuma groans and pulls his fingers out without any warning. his other hand grips your jaw, pulling you closer to his face. “open,” he says, bringing his fingers covered in your juices up to your lips. and you do, lips parting immediately and wrapping around his fingers. he groans at the feeling of your wet, warm mouth. 

to your left nicholas is watching the scene unfold in front of him. like yuma, his pants are starting to tighten quickly. but he decides to be patient, he doesn’t want to scare you off. 

yuma stands up, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a soft pop sound coming from your lips. “up,” he says. you freeze, looking at nicholas. he just nods, signaling that it’s okay. you know they’d never do anything to hurt you. you stand up, nicholas’ hand on the small of your back. yuma looks over at the bed before his eyes meet yours again. “get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he commands. 

your knees nearly buckle, your breath catching in your throat. but you obey, slowly moving to the side of nicholas’ twin sized bed, getting on your hands and knees. nicholas shifts, moving so he’s sitting where your head is. on the other hand, yuma walks up behind you. he pushes your skirt above your ass, groaning at the sight. while he’s there, he tugs your panties off, tossing them to an unknown area of nicholas’ room. 

“so eager,” he mutters as he sees you clench around nothing. you can hear him messing with his belt, the sound of the metal shooting to your pussy. he tugs it off, tugging his pants and boxers with it. you look behind you, and see his hand immediately wrap around his cock—it’s thick, not the longest but bigger than anything you’ve ever taken. you gulp, feeling your cheeks heat up again. 

nicholas notices your nervousness and he cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “it’s okay,” he mumbles as he watches you closely. 

“the safe word is red,” yuma says from behind you. your chest tightens, you’re not sure if it’s from excitement or nervousness, or a mix of both. but you just nod in response, a quiet “okay” slipping out. 

yuma’s hand gropes the flesh of your ass, his other hand bringing his cock to your entrance. he rubs the tip against your folds, groaning at the feeling. it’s so slick, so eager to take him. and it does. he pushes in smoothly, the wetness from your cunt making it easy for him to push inside. you let out a loud moan, sending a jolt to nicholas’ crotch. 

yuma takes his time sliding in, letting you adjust to his size. but he’s impatient, he always has been. he doesn’t wait for you to give him the go before he starts to pull out a bit, pushing in and out of your pussy at a painfully slow pace. all you can do is moan, hands gripping the sheets underneath you. 

the younger man looks to your right; nicholas palming himself over his jeans. nicholas groans quietly at the sight of you taking yuma’s cock.. yuma notices, smirking to himself as he watches the older man. they look at each other, speaking to each other with just their eyes as they always do. nicholas undoes his belt carefully, standing up to tug bis jeans and boxers down. you look up, mouth watering at the sight. ‘shit,’ you think to yourself. he’s huge, bigger than yuma. hes a bit thinner, but much longer. you swallow thickly, eyes looking up to his. he just looks down at you, hand moving up and down the base of his cock, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. 

yuma watches, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight. he feels you clench around him as you stare at nicholas’ cock. “you g’na put that pretty mouth to use and suck nico off?” yuma asks, grunting from how your pussy wraps around him so nicely. 

all you can do is let out a pathetic moan and nod, lips parting immediately as nicholas’ hand cups the underside of your chin. he grips his cock, rubbing the precum on his tip all over your lips. he groans, feeling your tongue dart out, lapping at his tip like a starved woman. he pushes in further, filling your warm, wet mouth with his length. his head is thrown back, cursing under his breath as he hisses. “shit, baby,” he mutters as your lips wrap around him. your moans are muffled by him filling your mouth, yuma’s hips still snapping against yours. your moans send a vibration to nicholas’ cock, his hand moving to your hair to grip it tightly. 

the room fills with the sound of both men moaning and grunting, both of their hips thrusting towards you. nicholas is more gentle, moving slowly but still thrusting his cock into your mouth as he watches you. yuma, on the other hand, is rough. his hands tightly grip your hips; you’ll definitely have marks in the morning. 

yuma’s pace starts to pick up, his movements becoming sloppier as he watches nicholas’ cock disappear into your mouth. nicholas looks over at him, his eyes meeting yuma’s. “don’t tell me this is turning you on,” he laughs, causing yuma’s grip on your hips to tighten.

“s-shut the fuck up,” yuma grits out as he keeps dragging his dick in and out of your cunt. nicholas just chuckles, cradling your face as he continues his slow movements. 

“oh c’mon yu,” nicholas says, suppressing his moans as you hollow your cheeks around his cock. “you can be honest, you’ve thought about me fucking your mouth, too, huh? don’t worry, you’ll get your turn too.”

yuma whimpers in response, his hips snapping harshly against yours, causing you to take nicholas’ cock deeper in your throat. he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in his system or the feeling of your wet heat around him, but his cheeks flush and he’s a whimpering mess now. “shit--shit ah, ‘m cumming,” he moans at a high pitch, eyes squeezing shut as ropes of cum fill you up. you moan from the feeling, your orgasm following soon after. you moan around nicholas’ cock, your walls fluttering around yuma, accidentally overstimulating him a bit. you gasp, nicholas’ length slipping out of your mouth. he hisses, but let’s you come down from your high. he watches you, brushing the hair out of your face as he continues to stroke his cock. “take a break baby, hm?” he whispers to you as you look up at him, catching your breath. you just nod, laying on your stomach as you watch nicholas. 

he moves to the other side of the bed where yuma is, watching the younger one pull out of you with a groan. he grips yuma’s collar, pulling him in for a kiss. yuma moans against his lips, reciprocating it. it’s a hungry, messy kiss. you roll over onto your back, eyes darting up to them immediately. you feel a heat rush to your core, causing your thighs to squeeze together. they don’t notice yet, too lost in each other. nicholas pulls away and yuma whines lightly as if wanting a little more from the older man. nicholas can’t help but smirk as he pulls away from the kiss. “lay on your back,” he tells yuma, who scrambles to get on the bed immediately. he lays on his back and nicholas adjusts him, yuma’s head hanging off of the bed. “gonna put this mouth to good use,” he murmurs before he slaps his cock on his cheek. yuma’s plump lips part, nearly drooling as his eyes stare up at nicholas’ length.

yuma’s lips part automatically, allowing nicholas to shove his cock in his mouth. nicholas hisses quietly, feeling yuma’s lips wrap around him tightly. while they’re busy, you crawl over to yuma, watching him harden. your hand gently grabs his length, pumping it slowly, causing yuma to moan around nicholas. nicholas bucks his hips, groaning from the vibrations. he watches you, watching you tug your skirt off and move onto yuma’s lap, hovering over his cock. 

yuma whimpers around nicholas as he sucks him off, feeling you line his length up with your entrance. one hand is on his stomach to hold yourself up as you slowly sink down, adjusting to his size again. you bite your lip, suppressing your noises. nicholas watches closely, his dick twitching in yuma’s mouth. while you adjust, your hands both move to his stomach to hold yourself up. your head fell forward, gasping as you bottomed out. 

you felt yuma twitch inside of you as you clenched around him, overwhelmed from the feeling. he slipped in so easily from the mix of your cum from your earlier round. you started to ride yuma at a slow pace, grinding on his lap. the sounds coming from where your bodies met was erotic, so wet. the room filled with the sounds of the three of you moaning and your skin slapping.

yuma knew he wouldn’t last long, and nicholas was coming to his climax as well. he leaned forward, causing his dick to push further in yumas mouth. he slowly thrusted his cock into yuma’s mouth as he grabbed your face, kissing you hungrily. you moaned against each others lips, your pussy clenching more around yuma as nicholas’ tongue entered your mouth. you sucked on his tongue, your saliva mixing. 

you felt yuma’s hand smacking at your thigh, his moans getting louder. he was about to cum again, deep inside of you. his hips thrusted up against yours, fucking you from below. you whimpered around nicholas’ mouth, the older man pulling away reluctantly. before he could speak, yuma’s cum filled you up again, your tight walls milking him. he whimpered and moaned around nicholas as he emptied his cum into you. you felt the warmth filling you, causing you to moan. but, you hadn’t cum yet. 

nicholas noticed, still slowly moving his cock in and out of yuma’s mouth. “don’t stop riding him,” he instructed as he pulled out of the younger’s mouth. and who were you to disobey nicholas? you kept riding yuma, overstimulating the poor boy. his hands gripped your hips, trying to stop you but you kept riding. nicholas watched, stroking his dick at a fast pace as he watched. he knew you were close, as was he. 

yuma twitches under you, whining from the overwhelming feeling as you continue to chase your orgasm. you feel a knot form in your stomach, causing you to once again clench around him. “f–fuck hurry up!” he whimpers at you, fingers digging into the curve of your ass. 

“ngh–f-fuck, cumming,” you whined at a high pitch, feeling your orgasm about to crash. nicholas leaned forward again, jerking his heavy dick over yuma’s face as he crashed his lips against yours. your walls spasmed around yuma, whimpering and moaning against nicholas’ lips as you rode out your high. nicholas came as well, white ropes shooting onto yuma’s stomach and chest. he groaned against your lips, a string of saliva pulling as he pulled away. 

your body felt weak, nearly falling over. nicholas caught you, chuckling as he helped you pull off of yuma and lay on his bed. yuma panted quietly, as did you. he looked down at his chest and stomach, his cheeks turning red at the sight of nicholas’ cum on him. “really?” he groans, looking up at nicholas as he sits on the bed between you. 

nicholas laughs, “what? don’t act like you didn’t like it.” yuma grabs a pillow and chucks it at nicholas, causing you to giggle next to them. 

“fine fine, you big baby. i’ll get a rag,” he says as he stands up, heading to his bathroom. while he’s gone, you lean over, looking at yuma’s flushed face. curious, you move closer, lowering your head to lick the cum. you hum, the salty taste hitting your tastebuds. he whines softly, feeling his dick harden for a third time.

his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at it gently. he didn’t want you to stop, but he didn’t know if he could handle more. you ignored his tugs, licking his skin clean. his lips parted to speak, but nicholas clearing his throat caught his and your attention. you looked up at him, a wet rag in his hand as he sighed. “i guess this is gonna be a long night,” he murmured. 

tags: @dreemxz

[dreemxz]

just my roommate ⌗ 𐔌roommate!n.wang x f!reader𐦯

synopsis : nicholas wang was the vice captain for the basketball team. it just so happens that he’s also been your roommate for years now, but yet, the two of you have never been particularly close. that was, until nicholas arrives to your shared apartment with bruises on his face, you demand for an explanation only for him to tell you that he was defending you against your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, aka his teammate.

warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w plot. oral sex (f!receiving). p in v. unprotected sex (don’t). cumming inside (no!). small mention of cheating (ex). pet names. hair pulling. breeding kink (if you squint). cum denial. cumeating. overstimulation. degradation. cockwarming. switch!nico (i think). making out (lots). belly bulge. squirting (f). creampie. manhandling. slight praise kink. hickeys.

wc: 6.8k — (6825)

dreemxz note : this is my first time writing smut (EVER). sorry if this isn’t good or like accurate (#virgin sorry guys). please let me know if i miss any tags so i can correct it. proof read but there may be errors (ignore them pls)

You finally finished the project your professor assigned two days ago–you hated his class. He’d treat his class like a boot camp. In time you became starved so here you were, scrolling through your notes; RECIPES on the notes app. You decided to make some pasta–with chicken of course–at first you debated only making some for yourself but with a quick glance at the clock, you realized that it was around the time your roommate came home. Nicholas Wang.

You and Nicholas didn’t get along much, you’d rarely see him in the 2-bedroom apartment you both shared, and when you did, you both didn’t talk much. But since you were feeling kind today, you added more penne pasta to the boiling water in the pot. The seasonings were perfectly lined up in front of you as you cut the chicken breast into small pieces. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, careful not to cut yourself with the big kitchen knife. Right after you finished cutting the pieces you heard the sound of numbers being entered into the digital keypad.

Your head lifts the same moment Nicholas steps into your view. From where you stood you could see the tiredness in his body, the subtle beard growing from days of not shaving. He didn’t notice you at first but when he did he gave you an awkward smile. “Hey, making pasta, you want some?”

Nicholas gives you a tight smile and nods. You nod slightly at him before he walks past the kitchen and toward his room. You watch him walk away, the black tee hugging all of his muscles, the grey shorts decorated with his football team’s logo–a wolf.

Nicholas was the vice captain of the basketball team. He was scouted alongside your friend Jo. You clear your throat and shift your attention back to your dinner. You seasoned the chicken and carefully put it into the pot. You grabbed the lid and covered the pot, reaching for your phone, you set a timer for ten minutes, then you’d check up on it.

You began to scroll through your notifications. A couple of texts from your friends asking if you wanted to bake with her tomorrow. You responded with a simple yes and went to Instagram, liking a couple of stories and commenting on Fuma’s new hiking post. You giggled at Maki’s enthusiasm: “YEAH BROOOOOO AYEEEEEE” “TS IS SO FIRE” “COULD NEVER BE ME.” You knew Fuma would no doubt be embarrassed but appreciated by his friend's comments.

“FUCK!” The sudden manly yell made you jump out of your skin, giving the food a side glance, making sure it was cooking fine, you hurried toward the direction of his room. The thought of knocking didn’t even cross your mind as you swung the door open.

“Are you–” You paused your sentence, too stunned to speak. In front of you was Nicholas leaning against his dresser, his head thrown back slightly, panting. But now his full, undivided attention fell on you. He wasn’t just against his dresser. He was almost fully unclothed. The only piece of clothing was a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that hung way too low.

You swallowed, a thick lump of spit traveled back down your throat, and your eyes trailed down his figure unintentionally. There have been many times when you have seen Nicholas walking around aimlessly with just a towel hung loose on his waist, but this sight in front of you made you hungry.

He straightened up, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and lock eye contact with him. You refused to look anywhere else. You cleared your throat. “Hm–Are you–Are you okay? I heard your yell.”

Nicholas takes a second to respond, “Uh, yeah, sorry to scare you. I just–” He turns his body toward you, giving you a full view of his defined abs. You refused. You couldn’t move your eyes anywhere other than his face, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “I’m frustrated.” You beckoned him to continue. “The coach decided to bench me for two entire games.”

“What?”

He nods, “Yeah, uh,” Nicholas scratches above his eyebrow, “I kind of got into it with Sunghoon.” Ah, him. You swallow hard at the mention of him.

Curiously, you ask, “Why?” Be careful to approach him with the question as you cross your arms in front of him. You look at his face for a second, and that’s when you notice he has a cut on his lip and his eye is sort of red. You gasp, immediately throwing yourself his way and cupping his face with your cold hands.

Nicholas winces at the coolness, but also the pressure. He hisses, and you remove your hands.

“Shit, Nico. What the fuck did he say? Did he say anything about you or the gro–” Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.

“You. He brought you up.” You took a step back, arms flopping to your sides.

Sunghoon Park was your ex-boyfriend for two years. You thought you two were endgame–a wedding, a house, and kids were all in your books. But, to him, your relationship was a silly game. For an entire year, he made you out to be a fool and made you believe he truly was the one for you.

Except he made it clear the day you had to stay out late in the campus library.

You had finished earlier than expected, and as you walked back to your dorm, you saw him hand in hand with another girl. Then you watched as he leaned down not just to peck her lips–no, he gripped her waist, like he did to you, put her hair behind her ear, as he did with you, and he kissed her with desperation–like he couldn’t live without her. All like he preached to you.

You blink up at him. “The fuck?”

Nicholas looked down at you with remorseful eyes. “Yeah, asshole decided to bring you up out of nowhere.”

You gulp, crossing your arms. “What did he say?”

“It’s better if you don’t know. Asshole’s like him can never keep their mouths closed.”

You huffed, “You’d think I would be the one to still talk about him, but it seems he’s still butthurt I did it in front of the entire team.” You shift your weight from one foot to another, completely forgetting that Nicholas was almost naked in front of you.

Without thinking, you reached up and lightly touched the corner of his lips. His head jerked back instinctively with a wince. “Shit, sorry. Let me help you.” Nicholas immediately shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I can do it myself. But I have to take a quick shower first, so…” Nicholas now seemed aware that he was just standing in his boxers. “If you’ll excuse me…”

You cleared your throat, rapidly blinking, “right, sorry. I’ll be in the kitchen…if you need me.” You don’t let your eyes leave him until you’re out of the room.

You make it three steps down the hall before your composure cracks.

“Get it together,” you mutter under your breath, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead like that’ll reset your brain. It doesn’t. You inhale sharply and push into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the aggressive sizzle of your pot. “Oh shit.”

You rush to the stove and turn down the fire, lifting the lid completely to examine the food. A cloud of steam hits your face as you grab a utensil to stir the food. Once everything is fine, you let out a big sigh, gripping the counter as if it’d run away from you.

“This is Nicholas,” you whisper. “You barely talk. He’s just your roommate. That’s it.” Except it doesn’t feel like just that anymore. He defended you even if you weren’t close. He probably left your ex in a worse condition than he was in.

The sound of the shower turning on echoes faintly from down the hall, but that makes everything worse.

You busy yourself quickly, draining the pasta, seasoning the chicken again, tossing everything together, as if muscle memory can outrun your thoughts. By the time you’re done, you’ve plated two bowls without even realizing it.

You move them towards the kitchen table and set them up. “Not gonna lie… it smells really good out here.” Your grip on the bowls tightens before you turn around.

Nicholas stands there, hair damp, a loose gray shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, fresh sweats sitting low on his hips. You gulp and look away, tugging at your collar aggressively.

“Thanks. But now eat so I can clean your wounds.”

For the next fifteen minutes, the two of you ate in silence. There was an unspoken tension that you could both feel. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but it was there.

Nicholas had long finished his food, just minutes before you did. Once your fork hit the bowl, he sprang up and took the bowl before you could say anything.

You were still chewing your food when he did that, so you immediately coughed as you forced the food. “What the hell? You scared the shit out of me.” He ignores you. He just takes your bowl like it’s the most normal thing in the world and walks it over to the sink, stacking it with his.

“You eat slow,” he mutters, turning on the faucet.

You scoff, grabbing your cup and taking a quick sip to recover. “Or maybe you eat like someone’s gonna steal your food.” A quiet huff leaves him.

The water runs as he rinses the bowls, his back facing you. The gray shirt clings more now around his shoulders, damp in places, and you hate that your eyes linger for even a second longer than they should.

You look away. Again.

Once he’s finished, you don’t give him time to argue as you take his hands and lead him into your room, heading straight for your bathroom.

He’d been here once or twice, the nights you’ve come home absolutely hammered after a night out at the club, you had stumbled your way inside the apartment, and he had managed to drag you to your room in the dead of night. But seeing it during dawn felt different.

Even if he’d been your roommate for a long time, he had to admit, he didn’t know you that well. You get first aid things from your cabinets before you turn over to look at him.

“Come,” you say, sitting on the bathroom counter. “I said I’d clean your wounds.”

Nicholas glances over at you. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you cut him off, “Sit down.”

There’s a brief pause before he listens to you and awkwardly sits on the counter. He watches as you fiddle the cap to the ointment, and the first aid kid you set it down on the counter next to him, opening it with more focus than necessary. You slowly start to apply stuff to his lips. Your hands are colder than usual, Nicholas hisses as your hand cups his cheek. “Don’t flinch,” you mumble.

“I didn’t flinch,” he replies.

You don’t look up from his lips as you reply, “You literally hissed.”

“Because your hands were freezing.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing.

You roll your eyes, scooting closer. In correspondence, Nicholas spreads his legs wider, and you tilt his chin slightly with your fingers. “Yeah, well, deal with it.” You hadn’t realized your position yet. He was on the bathroom counter with you standing between his spread legs, leaving you no space to move freely.

You hadn’t noticed, but he had.

His breath hitched the moment you had scooted closer to get the ointment on, his eyes narrowing down past your face, accidentally falling on your breasts. The way you were leaning into him and giving him the perfect angle to look into the valley of your breasts made his heart jump.

He quickly looked away, even if his heart was telling him no.

Your touch is lighter now—more careful—as you dab at the cut on his eyebrow with antiseptic. He tenses a little, but stays still, his eyes fixed somewhere on your face.

You try not to notice. You really try, but it’s hard when he’s this close.

When you can feel his breath, steady but heavier than usual. Every time your fingers brush his skin, something in your chest reacts like it shouldn’t. “You could’ve just ignored him, now you’re going to have a black eye and a busted lip,” you say quietly, still focused on his eyebrow.

Nicholas scoffs softly. “Yeah, and let him keep talking?”

You frown slightly. “I don’t care what he says.”

“I do.” The words come out quicker than intended. When Nicholas realizes this, his eyes widen, but they falter when you pause and stare at him. Your hand stills for half a second before you continue, slower now, and look away.

“…Why?” You don’t look at him when you ask.

But you feel it, the way his gaze settles on you again, deeper.

“You already asked me that,” he says.

“And you didn’t answer.” Your wrist is gently caught, and you freeze at the touch. Nicholas’s hand isn’t tight. He’s not forcing anything. Just… holding you there, enough to stop your movement.

You finally look up. He’s already looking at you. “I don’t like the way he talked about you,” he says, quieter now. “Like you were just… something he could mess with and walk away from.”

Your chest tightens. “He doesn’t get to do that, especially when he cheated and lied to you.” Your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out.

“Nico…” you start, but your voice comes out softer than you expect.

His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go completely; instead, his free hand tests the waters. He brings it to your waist, and he watches as you inhale and look down at his hand. Then, it slowly comes down to your hip where he begins to circle your clothes skin with his thumb.

“You deserve better than that,” he adds. Nicholas stares down at you with hooded eyes. His eyes have suddenly switched, turning from a friendly stare to something you couldn’t quite place.

Your heart stutters, but you try to laugh it off, to lighten it, to push it somewhere safer. “You barely even talk to me, and suddenly you’re—what—my personal bodyguard?”

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Something like that. I could be, if you really wanted me to.”

You shake your head, but there’s no real bite in it. “You’re stupid.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Probably.” Neither of you moves.

Your hand is still in his, and your other hand is still hovering near his face. You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fine now. It’s just a small cut.”

“Mm,” he hums, but he doesn’t move back, doesn’t let go of your waist or your hand. You should move away and push him off of you. You should, but you don’t. Instead, you stay right there, caught in the quiet, in the warmth of his hand around your wrist, in the way he’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.

You can feel his breath on your face as you flutter your lashes up to him. “Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head as he finally tears his gaze off of you and looks down.

Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, “What?”

Nicholas chuckles, his shoulders jerking, “You make me feel insane.”

Your brows knit together, your heart thudding harder at the way he says it. “How?” you ask, quieter now.

He exhales slowly, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to pull away, but you don’t. His hand is still warm against your skin, his thumb still brushing slow, absent circles against your hip like he forgot it was even there.

“Because I’m trying really hard,” he mutters, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to yours, “to not do something I might regret.”

Your breath catches.

The air shifts.

“What would you regret?” you ask, even though part of you already knows.

His jaw tightens slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. “You really wanna ask me that right now?” he says, voice lower now, rougher.

You don’t say anything. His hand slides a little firmer against your hip, grounding you in place. His other hand finally lets go of your wrist, but only so it can come up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before settling just under your chin.

Your breath hitches.

“Nico…” you whisper, but it comes out like a small whimper. This makes Nicholas’ eyes darken. He never knew such noise could get him this excited.

His thumb tilts your chin just slightly upward.

“Last chance,” he murmurs.

You stare into his eyes as you try to puzzle this, one moment you were just innocently cleaning his wounds, and the next, you’re leaning.

Both of your lips clash like oceans, with desperation and lust. The thumb that had been resting on your chin wanders over to your neck, where he wraps his entire hand around it.

Your lips move on their own, chasing the high you didn’t know you desperately needed.

A moan escapes your mouth as Nicholas gives your neck a small squeeze. The action caused your mouth to open slightly, but it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside.

His other hand comes to your head, cradling it and digging his fingers in your hair with desperation.

The kiss started to get messier, with his tongue moving against your own, and you felt like you could no longer breathe. With a small push, you disconnected yourself from him, heavy breathing.

His pupils were dilated and filled with hunger, just like yours.

No words were needed to communicate what you both needed next. Nicholas hopped off the counter, completely disregarding the small kit next to him, ignoring how much his face was hurting. All he wanted was to ruin you.

He towered over you, but he suddenly crouched, picking you up and making you lock your legs around his waist.

Luckily, the door to the bathroom had been open, making it easier for him to move into your room, all while he nuzzled his head in your neck, giving you light but sloppy kisses, marking you up.

“Nico…” the more you said his name, the more he wanted to ruin you.

He carefully set you down on your bed, pushing himself up to hover just above you. The gold chain he always wore was peaking out from his neckline until it slipped, dangling over your face.

“Are you sure about this?”

You had never felt more annoyed than now. With a roll of your eyes, you replied, “Just fuck me already.” You pulled him by the chain and kissed him harshly.

He let out a whimper of surprise. You could feel him smirk into the kiss.

Desperate, you put your hands on his chest and flipped him onto his back, placing your legs on either side and locking him in place. Your pussy pulsed as you sat directly on top of his bulge. You could feel the thickness and length, and god, he was huge.

You quickly worked your way out of the shirt you had on, leaving you in just your lacy white bra that covered practically nothing.

Your tits were practically spilling out of the cups. Nico’s eyes automatically fell on them. His mouth watered at the sight. He watched as you leaned over to the bedside table and fished for something. A condom, he assumed.

He wasn’t paying much attention to what you were looking for; his hands came up to your tits like magnets, latching onto them and just holding them. He didn’t massage or squeeze; he just held them there like he couldn’t believe it.

Countless times had he seen you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts he loved, the ones that always rode up your thighs, exposing your bottom. But he’d never seen you in this light, not this close.

When you finally found what you were looking for, a condom, you held it up. He spoke before you could. “Those won’t fit.” He said.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

He sat up, rubbing your skin. “Baby, the condom is too small.”

You chewed your lip as you glanced at the condom and back at him. The heat radiating between you two was hot. “Fuck,” you said.

“It’s okay, we’re already here, cmon, I’ll just eat you out.” As good as the offer sounded, you needed him in you.

You tossed the condom to the side, and his gaze followed. “What are you—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as you pressed yourself further down and rolled your hips. The motion made you both hiss.

He was already so sensitive, the precum had already gathered at the tip, without looking at it, he knew the tip was red and sensitive. “Ahh, fuck, don’t do that.”

You tilted your head, rolling your hips once more, “Why? Scared?” The action made you suppress a moan; you bit your lip as you looked into his eyes.

His gaze darkened, “Y/n.” He warned, squeezing the side of your hips.

“Relax, let me ask you this: have you been tested recently?”

He nods with quickness, “Yes, I’m clean, through and through.” You hummed, content at the response.

“And how long have you been wanting to fuck me raw?” You didn’t get a proper answer as he flipped you onto your back. The action made you yell and let out a laugh. But he wasn’t laughing.

He gestured for you to lift your legs, “Can I?” You rolled your eyes, even though he was about to fuck you raw for the first time, he just had to be a gentleman.

“Yes,” You hadn’t finished the word before he pulled your shorts, along with your laced panties, down your legs. He tossed them to the side, not caring where in the room they landed.

Nicholas was entranced. The sight before him was one for sore eyes. “Holy shit, why have you been hiding this from me?” Nicholas lowers himself until he is eye level with your glistening pussy.

You attempted to close your legs, but that just made him push your legs further, giving him a better view and access.

He leaned in, nuzzling his head just close enough where his tongue flattens against your dripping sex. His tongue gives you one clean stroke, making your stomach flutter, and you flinch. “Oh fuck,” you whimper. Nico repeats the action, a clean stroke from where juices were threatening to spill, up to your swollen and sensitive clit.

He rests his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them further and wider apart for his convenience. You try not to get embarrassed by the vulgar sounds coming from the lower half of your body.

You hear the way your pussy squelches and plaps as the muscle probes your entrance, lapping your juices around. You jerk on instinct, suppressing a moan. Nico notices this and lifts his head, his eyes narrow, sharp, but it’s enough to communicate his thoughts to you.

Weakly, you nod your head in understanding, and with your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth back onto your pussy.

He wastes no time and goes back to devouring. You lay there, your chest heaving up and down like you’d just sprint miles, “Ahh.. fuck, right there!” You grip his hair, tugging it slightly.

Nico groans from the action, which causes a vibration to travel across your pussy, edging you closer. Nico can tell you’re at the brink of cumming.

You miss the way he smirked against your sex, but it’s not long before you feel his tongue detach from your entrance and move higher up to your deprived clit.

Nicholas uses two fingers to spread your entrance wide. He smears the juices further, coating his fingers in your slick until he pushes one in.

Your back arches as you feel it hit deep into your gummy walls, “Fuck!” Nico retracts his finger until just the very tip is inside before he pushes it back in, stretching you open.

Your other hand comes up to your clothed tit, sticking your hand inside your bra, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple.

Nicholas’ attention shifts to your tits for a second, watching as you add more to your pleasure. He takes this as a chance to insert a second finger, really stretching you out. “Oh! Mmm… fuck! Right there! Shit!”

He detaches his mouth from your swollen clit for a second, his hungry eyes looking at you. “Tight little pussy, tastes so sweet…” he says out of breath. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as he scissors his fingers in and out of your gushing pussy.

By now, your comforter is soaked, but so is his face and hands. He won’t complain, though, ever. “Can’t believe I’ve never had a taste before. Always teasing me,” he lowers his mouth, kissing your inner thighs, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss trails.

“Wearing those tight, pajama shorts that covered nothing, prancing around the kitchen like a dirty whore,” Nicholas scoffs, speeding up his movements. You felt the way his fingers hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and your back arch.

You feel that knot in your stomach, the same one you’d feel when you’d finger yourself or fuck yourself with a toy. “Mmm, ‘m so close,” you say, back arching.

“Yeah?” He asks, his movements begin to speed up; he’s determined to make you finish.

You moan, “Fuck, oh shit… ngh, keep going. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You knead your tit with your entire hand now, while the other remains in Nicholas’ hair. You pull at his hair slightly as the familiar coil starts to near.

Nicholas watches carefully as you throw your head back, your mouth opens wide as you gasp for air, “Oh–Oh my…god! Fuck– right there, please, please, let me come.” But it’s then that a flip switches in his head.

You’re unaware of the sudden shift. Only when his fingers leave your aching hole do you wince and whine. “Wha—“ your eyes shot wide open in disbelief and disappointment. You see the sneaky smirk on Nico’s face as he sits up. He maintains eye contact as he brings the two fingers that were inside of you, and puts them in his mouth.

He hums, purrs, at how sweet you tasted. He slurps the juices on his fingers like a lollipop. “Mmm, so sweet.” He taunts.

You sit up, and at the same time, you feel how sticky your inner thighs and pussy were. “What the hell, I was close. Too close.”

Nicholas laughs, but there’s something serious about it. “Changed my mind. Did you think I was going to let you cum just like that? I don’t think sluts like you deserve to cum, do you think bouncing around, with those thin, see-through tank tops wasn’t gonna catch my attention?” His eyes fall on your exposed tits.

“So perfect…” he says to no one in particular. Nicholas leans in just enough to catch your lips in a deep, quick kiss. You kiss him back with desire, arching yourself to him, your front pressing up against his own. You moaned as you felt your covered, hard nipples brush his shirt.

“Take it off,” you quickly unclasp your bra. You watch as he pulls his gray tee over his head, exposing his hard, toned abs.

He sees you swallow thick at the sight. “I’m all yours,” he says, beginning to lower his sweatpants, but your hand shoots out before he continues.

Puzzled, he furrows his eyebrows, but instead of giving him a verbal response, you flip him. Now the two of you are back to how it was in the beginning. The way you sit on him makes your clit rub on his sweats, on his thick and prominent hard-on.

Nicholas puts his hands on your hips, then they trail back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he slaps your ass cheek. He bites his lip as he watches you. Your fingers are trailing his lower abdomen like you’re under a spell. He observes the way you bite your lip as your index finger traces his abs down his happy trail.

A finger slips into his boxer waistband. Teasingly, you play with the fabric as you lock eyes with him. He groans, both impatient and under tension. “Please…” Your ears perk up at the desperation in his voice.

“Fuck…Y/N. Stop teasi-” You cut him off by pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You watch as it springs out, heavy and thick. Your mouth waters at the sight; it slaps against his hard abdomen.

It’s everything one can ask for: the tip, red and swollen, beads of pre-cum falling off, landing on his abdomen. You grasp the base of his cock, watching as his breath hitches at the touch. You lift yourself from his thighs and scoot closer, hovering over his cock.

“Please–please, baby,” his hand tightens at your hip, clawing your sides. You’re sure that was going to bruise later.

You grab his shoulder with one hand as the other guides his cock to your entrance. You feel the way both his pre-cum and yours mix.

Slowly, you begin to sink. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his cock begin to split you open, intruding your insides, “Aah–”. The feeling makes you roll your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.

Nicholas whimpers, hissing at how good you feel. “S…So t-tight. Fuck,”

Both of you moan in sync as you fully bottom out. The tip of his cock kissing the top of your cervix, you could feel the way he twitched inside of you, every vein felt so intrusive and yet so good.

You leaned forward, grasping Nicholas’ face with both of your hands as you placed a rough kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hold back either, placing his hands lower, firmly gripping your bare ass, spreading your cheeks open, and fondling them as he gripped them.

The action made you roll your hip slightly. Nicholas moaned into your mouth, hot and loud. Rocking back and forth, you began to bounce up and down slightly.

Nicholas felt like he was going to cum at any second, the way you clenched around him when you sank on his cock, hissing in pleasure and pain. As you began to bounce up and down, Nicholas couldn’t help but detach his lips from you and attach them to your nipple.

“A-ahh..”

The tip was starting to hit that spot that you knew was gonna make you cum any second, “so b-big, fuck me… fuck… please.” You begged. Nicholas could feel the way your body was starting to slow down, and your bouncing got sloppier to the point where you were just grinding on him.

Taking initiative, he flipped you over on your back whilst remaining inside of you. He pushed your legs up, your heels above your head. But the new angle made you feel everything.

Your glistening pussy was fully exposed to him now. Nicholas looked down to where both of you were connected, and he couldn’t help but pump his cock in once and then twice, watching it slide in and out as it made squelching sounds. A white ring of cum formed at the base of his cock, his eyes traveled back to your face, watching you make fucked out expressions.

He began to pump in and out of your pussy, moaning at the way your tits were bouncing in sync. His hips rolled in desperation. Your gummy walls clenched around him; the stretch in the new position felt brutal.

Nicholas grabbed your hips, snapping them towards his own as he began to rut into you at an unforgivable speed.

“Fuck, fuck, shit baby, feel so good.” He rolls his hips again, letting your legs fall limp, but you quickly lock them around his waist, pulling him closer.

Nicholas buries his face into your neck, sucking on a spot. Marking you as his.

You claw at his back, nails sinking deep into his skin, leaving your own marks on his pale skin. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close. Harder… p-please.” You’re panting hard at this point, sweat forms at the crown of your forehead, and your hair sticks to your face.

“Oh? You want me to f-fuck you h-harder?” He pants, stumbling over his words as he goes deeper—if that was even possible.

Speechless, you could only nod. Nicholas smirks, his gaze meeting yours, “beg for it.”

“Please, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please, I n-need you.. so fucking bad…” You babbled. You were so cock drunk, Nicholas chuckled at you.

He pulled out from you, a thin, long string of slick, dragged out as he disconnected himself from you. The milky white string broke apart.

“Since my pretty girl asked for it,” you felt yourself be moved, your face pressed against the softness of your pillow as Nicholas pushed down the middle of your back, arching yourself for him.

Your ass is up as you feel your head being gently pushed further into your pillow. Without a word, you felt his thick cock slide up and down your pussy, collecting your slick before he gave one push, bottoming out fully.

Your hands flew up to clench the sheets, fisting them as you jerked forward, biting your lip in satisfaction.

“Fuck,” Nicholas dragged out, his hand coming to the curve on your back, pressing you down, angling you wider. “Pussy so tight…all for me.” A deep groan left his mouth as he began to move his hips. With each stroke, you felt like he was splitting you open.

“Tight little shit.” His speed began to increase, and the pleasure increased too. “Look at you,” he rasped, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of you, coated with slick. “Such a g-good little s-slut. Should’ve b-begged me to fuck this p-pussy sooner…” His words were enough to make you clench your pussy tighter around him, moaning louder as your hips were trying to meet his own.

“C’mon, come on my cock,” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he reached down to where both of you are connected, his pointer finger rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you. “Come for me, wanna feel you squeezing ‘round me.”

You make tiny little noises that make him increase his pace. Nicholas uses his free hand to reach forward, wrapping as much hair as he can around his wrist, pulling your hair back. “Oh fuuuck,”

“Aah—please, Nico… baby, I c-can’t. T-too much… ‘m too close.”

“Hngh, me t-too, perfect little cunt. S-swallowing me whole, so perfect, baby.” You’re on all fours now, your hands on the mattress as you try to balance yourself. Your hair is being pulled back, and you couldn’t help but grind and chase Nicholas’ hips.

His abs are flexing with every desperate rut, with every hectic thrust. “Fuuck, where d-do you want me…?”

You gasped as you suddenly started to feel overstimulated with pleasure. His cock kept rubbing the squishy spot inside, making you gasp for air. “I–Inside, fuck, cum inside p-please.” Nicholas’ eyes widened at the request. He didn’t think you’d say that, but he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t like the idea.

“S-shit, so warm, ‘m gonna fill you up,” Nicholas groans. “N–need to s-see you cum.” In a swift motion, he lets go of your hair and rotates you so your back is on the mattress. His arms cage you in as he lies on top of you, drilling into you. Nicholas lifts his body, leaving a tiny gap between the two of you, before his hand goes down to your abdomen, where he presses down. He feels the bulge where his cock is buried inside of you, unable to resist the moan that escapes his mouth as he feels his own hand pushing down. You moan too; it’s too much for you.

You're blinded with pleasure, and tears are swelling in your eyes. “C-can’t hold i–it.” You feel Nicholas’ faint breath ghosting over your mouth.

You wrap your legs around him, locking him in place as you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes as the knot in your stomach finally bursts. Nicholas gives you sloppy thrusts, hissing at the way your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight.

He leans down to kiss you as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Nicholas keeps thrusting into you even when your high is coming down. You moan against his lips, gasping as his thrusts hit deeper into your sensitive pussy.

By now, your juices are spilling out, coating his thick cock like paint, oozing out of you. “Nico—Can’t. No more.” He doesn’t stop.

“Give it to me, c’mon. Come for me a–again.”

It crashes into you. The feeling like you're a water balloon waiting to explode. You’re already soaking him shamelessly, lolling your tongue out only to have him suck it. He sucks your tongue, kissing you vigorously.

You disconnect from the kiss, a string of saliva drags out. “Fuckfuckfuck—Nico, w-wait! I c-can’t.” He doesn’t stop, not even as you plead to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big; he knows he’s overstimulating you. You attempt to push off of you, but he doesn’t budge.

You feel that bubble burst. A thick load of liquid gushes out of your weeping hole; spraying him and your sheets, your eyes widen. “Holy shi– d-did I just p-pee?” You’ve never experienced anything like that, not with your fingers, a toy, not with anybody else.

Nicholas smirks as he feels you squirting all over him, coating his thighs, abdomen, and his cock with your juices.

His cock is bruising your cervix now; it’s ruthless and unforgiving. “Nngh, f-fuck! Comingcomingcomin–” He stills his thrusts, bottoming out completely. Nicholas empties his load into you. A broken sob left your throat as you feel his thick cum paint your walls.

It's warm, so warm. “S-shit. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Nicholas pleads to nobody in particular, “fuuuckk, still cumming—there’s so much, s-shit.”

Your body relaxes, and so does Nico’s. He’s still, securing his cum into you. You make a small ‘oof’ as Nicholas dumps his whole weight on top of you, spent from fucking into you.

The two of you stay still, with his limp cock still buried in you.

Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath. Nicholas lifts his head off your shoulder, wiping the tears that left your eyes. He leans in to give you a small kiss on your forehead, then your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his poor attempt to calm you down. “Why are you laughing?” He asks, dumbfounded at your reaction.

You shake your head, “Never thought I’d end up fucking my roommate, much less squirting on him.”

Nicholas peppers your shoulder with light kisses, smiling against your skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this. You wanna know a secret?” You glance down at him, shaking your head.

Nicholas smirks as he leans up to whisper in your ear. “Jerked off to the thought of you multiple times, including just a few minutes ago.” He pulls back and watches as you look at him speechless.

“W-what?”

Your mouth hangs open, but you pause as you feel his limp cock start to get hard inside of you once more, twitching and pulsing. “Holy shit, are you serious?” Your walls flutter around him.

“So serious, fuck, I’m hard again.” He cages you in as he lifts his body off, just enough to get a proper look at you.

“I like you, for so long. F-fuck, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow? Hm?”

You hiss at the sensitivity, “Yes, and by the way, I like you too.”

Nicholas’ eyes widen slightly for a moment, then it turns into something dark. His pupils dilate, and he rolls his hips just once, letting you feel his hard length again.

“F-fuck, say you’re mine, never letting you go now. Sweet girl with a sweet pussy.”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, a half moan, a half smiling tugging at your lips. “Yours, ‘m yours.”

Nicholas smirks as he begins to roll his hips with you moaning underneath him. He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking and biting your neck. “My sweet girl.”

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[muffinmaster-83]

— know no better | wang yixiang

ʚɞ pairing: college student!nicholas x college student!female genre: college!au // strangers to lovers // fluff // slowburn // angst mentions: &team ot9, karina (aespa), wonyoung (ive), yunjin (le sserafim) word count: 10.5k

warnings (?): nicholas is confusing, miscommunication, slooowww emotional buildup

synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. you were the kind of student professors admired… organized, focused, always on top of your work. most people only knew you for your quiet determination and late nights buried in textbooks. what you didn’t know was that someone had been noticing those late nights. from the library desk, he had seen every version of you— the focused, exhausted girl studying past midnight. somehow, you never noticed him… but he noticed you long before you learned his him name.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 not proof read!!!!

“you’re not coming with us tomorrow?” yunjin was sitting in the booth next to you in the dining hall of the university. wonyoung and karina sat in the booth in front of you, doing puppy eyes.

you sighed while scraping your fork against the empty plate, “no, i have to study tomorrow for my psych test. i already went out with you guys last weekend… and three days before that.” you looked up at them. “is that not enough for you?”

“no. it’s not.”

wonyoung lightly slammed her fist on the table, making the cups rattle. she leaned forward, practically half way over the table.

“pleeeaaasse?” she whined. “you make things so much more fun!”

beside you, yunjin nodded profusely “we need your company.”

karina rested her hands on her chin, giving a dramatic pout. “it’s just one night. you can study after.”

partying was fun, and it especially is enjoyable when you go out with your friends. part of you wanted to give in— but the thought of your psych test study guide you had already made sitting in your bag unfinished made your stomach twist.

you shook your head firmly, pressing your lips together. “no. im serious this time.”

~~~~

because of your decisions, here you are sitting in your dorm room at your desk with piles of paper and stacks of textbooks. you looked at your desk. ‘this is going to be a fun night…’ you thought to yourself.

as much as you tried to focus, nothing was working— despite the room even being empty of wonyoung’s presence. so you walked down to the library, like always, so go study.

the library was like a second home to you, you always were studying or doing your work and kept to your own little bubble. viewing the library, you thought it was the perfect space to just sit down and have time for yourself— which explains why you’d show up here every so often. it was to the point where you learned everyone’s routine of what specific people came in or out. on the other hand, the library itself had warm lighting, that quiet ambience that made it obtainable at any time of the day.

you had your hair in a low bun, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, and a grey outfit set— hoodie and sweats. your backpack slipped from your shoulder as you approached your usual table, the chair scraping against the floor when you pulled it out.

you sat everything down— laptop, notebook, your study guide, and textbooks.

within the next few minutes, you were already flipping through pages with furrowed eyebrows that displayed concentration.

across the room, nicholas watched.

he used his arms to lean forward against the desk with ease. it was obvious he was staring, but he did his best to not be suspicious.

“what are you doing, nico?” fuma leaned towards nicholas as he attempted to stare at what he was looking at… but he definitely knew what he was staring at.

nicholas snapped his head to fuma, his posture stiffening immediately.

“nothing.” he muttered quickly.

fuma raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. he leaned his elbow on the desk, lowering his voice intentionally. “right,” he said slowly. “nothing… you’re not even supposed to be up here at the desk today. go and scan your books before you get in trouble by manager.”

nicholas huffed as he walked away and went back to the rows of book shelves. he had the barcode scanner device in his hand, but he wasn’t really looking at the books in front of him, he couldn’t help but find his gaze towards you.

you sat in the same spot as always, you pushed your glasses up on your nose, leaning closer to the page for a moment before scribbling something quickly in your notebook.

he had seen this routine numerous times before.

you’d come in quietly, scatter to one side of the room and unload your heavy backpack filled with everything in the world— and then, you’d disappear into your work like nothing else mattered.

it was after those library visits that he started noticing you more.

nicholas walked back to the library desk where fuma was, placing the checked out books he scanned on the counter, sliding it to him. fuma took the stack of books, pausing before walking away with it to the back. nicholas stood lazily, staring at him. “what?”

“if you’re that desperate,” he murmured in a low voice, “you could just go talk to her… like how any more guy would.”

nicholas kept the same facial expression. “she looks busy.”

nicholas glanced over at you once again.

“she’s always busy.” fuma started walked towards the back and nicholas followed from behind. “you're acting like it’s hard to talk. as a matter of fact-- it shouldn’t be hard for you.”

fuma wasn’t wrong. when it came to nicholas and talking, he was pretty darn good at it— both in a friendly outgoing way and “romantic.” but none of that logic really mattered to him. for some reason— he just never went up to you. specifically you. there was something about you that drawn him in so close, yet so far that he was jittery just having the thought of talking to you.

nicholas clicked his tongue in slight annoyance. “i’m just a good conversationalist.”

“yeah, so good that every woman that walks into the room wants to talk to you.” fuma rolled his eyes, placing the books into the cart.

nicholas couldn’t help but chuckle at the remark fuma made.

“your exaggerating it.”

“you don’t see things how we see it. just accept it— maki and taki talk their heads off about it half of the time.” fuma walked back to the front, and nicholas folded his arms as he stood next to him.

“long day today?” nicholas nudged fuma.

“yeah, but not as long as your will be tomorrow.” he points towards a note that was taped on the library computer. nicholas read it off out loud.

“solo shifts tomorrow. eujoo, 12 PM to 3 PM… nicholas, 7 PM to 10– wait, what?”

he pouted.

“she’s always scheduling me at night. i knew i shouldn’t have taken this job”

fuma side eyed nicholas, ripping the paper off and handing it to him. “your classes are always in the mornings. you know nights are the only available shifts for you.”

nicholas sighed as he put his head down on the counter. fuma widened his eyes before speaking, “oh, that means you can’t come to that bar party tomorrow night… damn, i’m sorry.”

“i could care less about a party. im on shift when i could be sleeping.”

~~~~

it was thursday. the next day.

7:48 PM was displayed in front of you on your laptop that screened power points of slides from your psych class. you looked up and down , copying the notes and reading the info in your head to make sense of it. your friends were out at the rooftop bar party— destined for the students at your university. you couldn’t lie, you did feel some fomo, but you knew your grades mattered more.

suddenly, a tap on your shoulder.

you jumped at the sensation, taking an airpod out to turn your head.

it was a guy. a really attractive guy. he had black hair, some slight bangs in his face, and a slight rosy tint on his cheeks. his eyes lowered to yours. your eyes landed on the small badge he had on his shirt.

nicholas wang library student assistant

you panicked immediately. “hi, i’m sorry. have i done something wrong?” the nervousness in your voice rose as you scratched the back of your ear, still looking up at him from your seat. he kept the same calm composure, catching you off guard.

he shook his head lightly. “no,” he placed your student id onto the table and slid to towards you. “you dropped this.”

you grabbed the card gently and awkwardly laughed. “goodness, that would’ve been bad… thanks.” you turned away almost immediately and plugged your airpods back in, tuning into your work.

nicholas stood there for a second.

“no problem...” he replied quietly, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him.

after a moment, he walked back toward the desk.

the building felt even quieter now.

and somehow, being the only other person there made it impossible for him not to notice you.

you hadn’t moved in almost an hour, still hunched over your laptop with your earbuds in, completely absorbed in your notes. the soft glow of the screen lit your face while your pen moved quickly across the page.

he sighed quietly and stood up from the desk.

the library lights dimmed slightly as the automatic closing system prepared for midnight.

still, you didn’t notice.

nicholas walked across the quiet floor, his footsteps barely making a sound against the carpet until he reached your table.

he hesitated for a moment.

then lightly tapped the edge of the table.

your eyes blinked up at him in confusion.

he gave a small, calm nod toward your laptop.

“just letting you know,” he said quietly. “it’s 20 minutes past closing time.”

you blinked towards your laptop checking the time, as if you didn’t believe him. you made an o with your lips, “i’m sorry, i didn't mean to keep you waiting-- i’ll get going now… i got distracted.”

you shoved your notebook and textbooks into your bag at a quick pace. nicholas stood with hands in his pockets watching the whole thing unfold.

“relax, take your time. i’m not kicking you out.” he let out a soft chuckle. “i just wanna go to bed.”

“you’re not enjoying your job?” you tilted your head at him.

nicholas shrugged lightly, one shoulder lifting as he leaned back a little on his heels.

“it’s not that,” he said. “it’s just…” he glanced around the quiet library, gesturing vaguely to the empty tables and dimmed lights. “gets a little boring when you’re the only one here.”

you zipped your bag halfway before pausing, glancing around for the first time that night.

he wasn’t lying.

the first floor was almost completely empty. chairs pushed in, computers dark, the usual evening buzz of students long gone.

“oh.” you gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “i didn’t even notice everyone left.”

“what kept you so occupied? your not usually in here this late.” nicholas sparked a conversation. he decided to take this opportunity to finally speak to you, since he had been holding back.

“usually?” your voice raised a pitch higher.

nicholas widened his eyes a bit, realizing he went off script. he looked away to avoid eye contact.

“that’s not what i mean— sorry.”

“so, you just been keeping eyes on me?” there was a teasing note in your voice now.

he let out a short breath through his nose, almost like a quiet laugh.

“it’s hard not to,” he said. “you’re like a regular.”

“well,” you adjusted your glasses a little, glancing down at the table before looking back at him. “i’ve just been studying for my psychology test. for tomorrow.”

nicholas raised an eyebrow. “tomorrow at 1 PM?”

“yeah..?”

“looks like we’ve been in the same class.” he said nonchalantly.

you couldn’t help but laugh, as you stood up and slid your backpack on. “looks like you haven’t paid enough attention to me.”

he let a corner of his lip go up, stepping back a bit to give you space to get up fully from your seat.

and for a moment, he actually looked at you.

not the quick glances he’d been stealing from behind the desk for weeks.

really looked.

you didn’t look like someone who had been studying for hours.

there was something about you that made his attention linger longer than it should. he had tried to figure it out during all those quiet shifts behind the desk— watching you scribble notes, tapping your pen against the table, occasionally staring off into space when you were thinking too hard.

you weren’t loud.

you weren’t trying to stand out.

but somehow, you still did.

like something about you naturally pulled his focus without asking for it.

even now, as you adjusted the strap of your backpack and looked back up at him expectantly, nicholas found himself studying the small details again.

the quiet confidence in your voice.

the calm focus that followed you everywhere.

it was distracting.

he blinked once, quickly pulling himself back to the moment before it became obvious he’d been staring.

you tilted your head slightly, waiting. "surprised you're not at the big rooftop bar party right now."

nicholas let out a small breath through his nose, glancing toward the front desk before looking back at you. "you think i had a choice?"

you smiled a little wider at that, shifting the strap of your backpack higher on your shoulder.

for a moment the two of you just stood there, the quiet library stretching around you. the soft overhead lights hummed faintly, and somewhere near the printers a machine clicked off for the night.

you glanced toward the exit doors before looking back at him.

“my friends are there,” you admitted with a small shrug. “at the party.”

nicholas nodded. “figured.”

as you exited the library, nicholas followed behind you, twirling the library keys in his hand.

"you're a good talker." he shut the door and put the key into the hole, not looking directly at you as he spoke.

you paused on the steps, turning slightly toward him.

"is that a compliment?” you asked.

nicholas pulled the key out and slipped it into his pocket before glancing over at you.

“however you want to take it.”

you let out a small laugh, shifting the weight of your backpack on your shoulders.

“that’s a new one. i usually get told I talk too much,"

nicholas looked at you for a second, the corner of his mouth lifting faintly.

the two of you started walking down the library steps together. the campus was noticeably quieter than usual, distant music from the rooftop bar party faintly carrying through the night air.

you glanced in that direction briefly.

nicholas noticed.

“you still have time to make it over there,” he said casually. “your friends are probably still out.”

“no way. if i show up now, they’ll drag me into something and i’ll never leave.”

“sounds like my friends." nicholas hummed like that made perfect sense. "you seem like the responsible one.”

you scoffed softly. “that’s just a nice way of saying i'm boring.”

“you’re not boring.”

the words came out before he could really think about them.

you turned toward him, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise.

he shifted his weight, suddenly aware of how direct that had sounded.

“i mean,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck briefly, “you’ve managed to spend like… three hours reading psych slides. that takes real commitment.”

you stared at him for a second. then laughed. “wooww. that was a terrible cover up.”

nicholas exhaled quietly, a small smile breaking through.

“…yeah. i know.”

you started walking again, the path splitting ahead toward the dorms and the academic buildings.

for a moment neither of you spoke.

then you looked over at him again.

“sooo, nicholas?”

“yeah?”

“are you going straight home now?”

he glanced down at the keys in his hand before slipping them into his pocket.

“probably.”

you nodded.

“good.”

he looked back at you.

“good?”

“you said you wanted to go to bed.”

nicholas huffed a quiet laugh.

“so you pay attention as well.”

you smiled. "of course i do."

you slowed slightly as you reached the path that led toward your dorm building.

“well,” you said, turning toward him, “good luck tomorrow.”

he nodded once.

“you too.”

you took a few steps backward before turning to head down the path.

nicholas watched for a second before you glanced over your shoulder. you gave him a thumbs up, smiling brightly.

nicholas shook his head, smiling to himself.

~~~~

friday, 2:12 PM.

you sluggishly walked out of your psychology class, sighing loudly.

the lecture hall buzzed with students packing their bags, chairs scraping the floor and conversations overlapping about how hard the test had been.

you were halfway down the hallway when a familiar voice spoke beside you.

“so.”

you turned.

nicholas stood beside you, one hand loosely gripping the strap of his black jansport backpack. a pair of headphones rested around his neck, the cushioned band pressing slightly into the collar of his black zip-up jacket. grey sweatpants sat low on his hips, the fabric loose and comfortable like he had thrown them on without thinking too much about it.

he looked different from the library. nicholas in the library was clean, put together, a little more professional. button-ups, neat layers, his hair pushed back and slightly styled like he had at least glanced at a mirror before starting his shift.

this version of him looked like he had rolled out of bed twenty minutes before class.

his hair was messier now, soft strands falling over his forehead, noticeably unstyled. the sleeves of his jacket were slightly pushed up his forearms, and the headphones around his neck gave him that casual, student look you somehow hadn’t pictured him having.

but somehow— he still looked good.

annoyingly good.

the laid-back look suited him in a way that made him seem a little less serious than the quiet library worker you first saw. he looked more relaxed. more normal like a college student.

nicholas tilted his head slightly when he noticed you staring a little too long.

“rough?” he asked.

you blinked, snapping out of it. “is it that obvious?”

a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “you sighed before you even made it out of the classroom, so yeah.”

you rubbed your face briefly with one hand. “that test was horrible.”

nicholas hummed lightly. “it wasn’t that bad.”

slowly, you turned your head to look at him. “don’t say that.”

he raised an eyebrow.

“why not?”

“people who say ‘it wasn’t that bad’ are always the ones who somehow get a ninety-five.”

nicholas let out a quiet laugh, the sound low and easy. he raised his eyes at you from the ground. “i didn’t say i aced it.”

you narrowed your eyes slightly. “but you’re thinking it.”

he shrugged one shoulder casually. “maybe.”

you groaned and started walking again. “unbelievable.”

nicholas fell into step beside you without really thinking about it, adjusting the headphones around his neck as students flowed past the two of you in the hallway.

“did staying in the library until 10 actually help?” he said after a moment, glancing over.

"well... i was more prepared."

he smiled, looking away. "so, no."

you let out a small scoff. “that’s not what i meant,” you said, trying to defend yourself. “i understood the material.”

nicholas looked over, clearly amused. “but?”

you hesitated. “the questions were weird.”

“mm.”

you glanced sideways at him. “don’t ‘mm’ me like that.”

he let out a quiet laugh, lowering his head slightly. “i’m just saying, if you understood the material, the questions shouldn’t have been that bad.”

you stared at him. “you did good on it, didn’t you??”

he tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “i think i did okay.”

you groaned dramatically. “of course.”

students brushed past the two of you in the hallway. you shook your head. “why are the quiet ones always secretly smart?”

nicholas glanced over. “you’re quiet.”

“yeah, but i struggle,” you said.

he smiled faintly at that. “thought you were smart from all that studying.”

you looked over at him again, analyzing him for a second. in the daylight, without the quiet atmosphere of the library, he seemed a little different— more relaxed, easier to read.

"i'm not as smart as i seem to be” you looked away.

“if you ever need help," nicholas shrugged slightly, adjusting the headphones around his neck. "i don't mind."

you turned back to look at him, raising your eyebrows. “you? help me?”

for a split second he just stared at you. he let out a quiet chuckle under his breath, lowering his head slightly as if amused by the reaction.

"okay," he said, a small grin pulling at his lips, "what a way to say you thought i was dumb."

your eyes widened. "i-- that's not what i meant!"

nicholas looked over at you again, still smiling, clearly entertained now. "it's okay. i'm used to that assumption."

you shook your head quickly, a little flustered. “no, i just— you don't seem like that type of person.”

he hummed softly, pretending to consider that. “so the library guy can’t be smart?”

"it looks like you hate your job, so--" you stopped yourself, realizing you were digging a deeper hole for yourself. “okay, this is getting worse.”

nicholas laughed quietly again, the sound easy and unbothered. “i’m joking.”

but there was still a hint of a smile lingering on his face as he looked ahead, like he was enjoying watching you try to explain yourself. after a second, he glanced back at you.

“if you end up needing help before the next exam… you can text me.”

nicholas holds his phone out towards you. you stared at the phone extended in his hand, and then back at his face.

for a moment neither of you spoke.

it wasn’t like you were flustered or anything dramatic like that.

you didn’t even really like him like that.

but you were aware of him.

aware that he was attractive in that effortless way that didn’t seem like it required much work. aware that he was clearly smart. aware that he carried himself with this quiet confidence that made him seem a little more interesting than most people you ran into between classes.

it made you curious, if anything.

like a small hm.

not a crush.

just something intriguing.

you glanced back up at him again.

nicholas was still standing there with the same relaxed posture, one hand holding his phone out, the other hooked loosely around the strap of his backpack. a strand of his messy hair had fallen slightly into his eyes, and he pushed it back absentmindedly with his thumb while waiting.

you exhaled softly through your nose.

“wow,” you said slowly, reaching for the phone, “offering tutoring and everything.”

nicholas’ mouth twitched faintly. “don’t overdo it.”

you typed your number into the phone, then handed it back to him. “i won’t.”

he glanced down at the screen as he saved it, a small, amused shake of his head following.

the hallway had thinned out now, most students already heading outside or toward their next class. voices echoed faintly from further down the corridor, lockers slamming somewhere in the distance.

nicholas shifted the strap of his backpack higher on his shoulder.

“anyway,” he said, nodding slightly toward the exit doors, “i’ve got somewhere to be.”

you nodded once.

“right.”

he took a few steps backward before turning, pushing his headphones back over his ears as he started walking down the hall. within seconds he blended into the flow of students heading the opposite direction.

you watched him for a moment longer than you meant to.

then you turned toward the exit.

the bright afternoon sun hit your eyes the second you stepped outside, and the familiar sound of voices pulled your attention toward the steps.

“there you are!”

you looked over to see your friends sitting along the concrete ledge near the building entrance, backpacks scattered around their feet.

karina immediately leaned forward. “how was the test?”

you groaned dramatically as you walked over.

“it sure was interesting.”

“it can't be that bad,” wonyoung said, shaking her head. “you always make like a 90 for your overall grade anyways."

“not this time,” you said. “i’m being so serious.”

yunjin laughed. “so dramatic.”

you leaned back on your hands, letting your shoulders relax now that it was over.

“i’m just glad it’s done.”

karina tilted her head slightly, glancing toward the building behind you. “…you didn’t think i’d just pretend to not see you walking with some guy, right?” she said slowly.

you paused. “what?”

“i saw you in the hallway before you came out,” she said. “tall guy. dark hair.”

yunjin immediately perked up. “oh my gosh, him?”

you frowned slightly. “who?”

“the library guy,” she said enthusiastically. “i’ve seen him before. he works the front desk sometimes.”

you shrugged, trying to sound casual. “yeah. just found out we had the same psych class.”

“mmhmm,” she said, clearly not convinced.

“what!?” you asked.

“nothinggg,” she said, holding out the sound of the word. “just saying he’s cute.” she shrugged.

you rolled your eyes slightly. “okay...”

"mm, so she definitely agrees." wonyoung laughed, nudging yunjin beside her.

yunjin cut in before the argument could start. “wait-- we're going to that new dinner spot that just opened in the city tonight, right?”

"duh." you grinned, "i've been saving an outfit specifically for that."

~~~~

"nicholas has a girlfriend?"

yuma jumped up, throwing a pillow at fuma. nicholas was in his friends' apartment, harua and maki's. all of them were spread throughout the living room, chatting away while they had a basketball game playing on the big tv screen.

ej leaned against the kitchen counter, pouring drinks into plastic cups. he glanced over at the commotion in the living room. “yeah,” he said casually. “it’s that one girl from the library.”

"what library?" maki says, genuinely confused.

taki turned slowly and smacked maki on the back of the head. "the college library fuma, ej, and nico works at!" he said, clicking his tongue.

maki scratched his head, looking up at the ceiling. "...we have a library?"

k groaned loudly from where he was sprawled across the other end of the couch. "you go to school every single day, and somehow you manage to not know a library exists?"

“i just go to class,” maki defended himself, he raised both hands in the air. “no one told me there was a library involved!”

fuma let out a snicker as he dropped back onto the couch dramatically “of course you wouldn't know.”

yuma leaned forward, elbows on his knees, shaking his head slightly. "okay-- that's not the point. so apparently nicholas has been having this secret girlfriend, and i just found out?" he pointed toward the hallway.

right on cue, nicholas walked back into the living room, running a hand through his slightly messy hair as he returned from the bathroom.

he stopped when he noticed everyone staring at him.

“…what.”

"you've been having this thing with some book nerd without telling me anything?"

he scoffed. "she's not a book nerd."

"and for one--" taki interrupted, "its not a thing. its one sided.

nicholas groaned, taking a seat on the couch next to jo, who had been quietly watching the basketball game on the tv. "who told yuma."

"ej." fuma immediately started.

from the kitchen, ej popped his head up.

“i didn’t say girlfriend,” he said a pitch higher. “you guys made that part up.”

nicholas leaned forward slightly, rubbing his face with one hand.

then he nudged jo lightly with his elbow. jo had been staring at the TV with full concentration, following the play as someone dribbled down the court.

“who said what while i was gone?” nicholas asked.

jo flinched slightly from the sudden nudge and turned his head slowly.

“…uhm.”

he glanced around the room.

everyone was looking at him now.

“…i wasn’t listening.”

a beat of silence passed.

fuma groaned loudly, throwing his head back. “you’re useless.”

jo turned back toward the TV almost immediately. “they’re about to shoot,” he muttered.

sure enough, someone on screen launched a three-pointer. the crowd roared through the speakers.

jo pointed at the screen. "see?"

yuma sat up, grabbing another pillow and launching it at jo this time. “this is serious!”

jo ducked a little too late, the pillow bouncing off his shoulder.

harua, who had been lying in his bedroom had just walked out to the commotion. “is she cute though...?”

nicholas flicked his eyes up. “you heard us?"

"walls are thin, nico." harua plopped next to him.

nicholas leaned against the couch, dragging a hand through his hair again as the noise in the room picked back up. "dont analyze too much, it’s nothing."

maki sighed, leaning forward. "man-- i'm starting to feel bad for you... just ask her out already." fuma jumped in, "you've been obsessed with her ever since you got that job 5 months ago."

"oh my gosh-- 5 months?" harua let out a laugh and dropped back against the couch cushions, one arm thrown over his eyes. "you're a creep."

nicholas' jaw shifted subtly as he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, already annoyed.

“i’m not obsessed,” he said flatly.

“you remember what days she comes in,” taki said in a singing tone.

“you don't even do your assigned tasks at work, you stare at her your entire shift,” fuma added.

“you fixed the printer for her,” ej said.

nicholas blinked once. “…im pretty sure that's my job..”

“you don’t fix it for anyone else!” fuma replied immediately.

k peered at nicholas. “five months is insane.”

nicholas exhaled slowly through his nose and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he grabbed his drink from the table. he took a sip like the conversation bored him. like none of this mattered. but the faint tension in his shoulders gave him away.

“you guys really think i care about some girl?” he said, still looking toward the TV instead of them.

fuma leaned back, completely satisfied. “see?” he said. “he’s defensive.”

nicholas shot him a look. the kind of look that said you’re all annoying. yuma grinned. “so you admit it?”

nicholas rubbed the back of his neck, clearly regretting coming over to the apartment in the first place. “i admit that you guys assume too much.”

jo, who was still watching the game like none of this concerned him, suddenly spoke without looking away from the screen. “he does look nervous though.”

nicholas slowly turned his head, without saying a word.

jo pointed lazily at the TV. “also, they’re losing.”

as nicholas huffed, he pulled his phone out and opened instagram, mostly just to tune out the noise around him. yuma was still talking. fuma and taki were arguing over something stupid. jo was quietly watching the game like the living room wasn’t chaotic.

nicholas barely paid attention.

his thumb moved absentmindedly through the app until something caught his eye.

people you may know.

and right there— was you.

he blinked once.

for a split second he wondered if it was actually you, but the profile picture gave it away almost immediately.

without really thinking about it, he tapped the profile.

your page loaded.

no posts. no bio.

his brows pulled together slightly.

but there were highlights lined neatly under your bio, and your profile picture was a slightly blurred photo of you turned halfway away from the camera-- your shoulder facing forward, hair falling over part of your cheek as if whoever took the photo caught you mid-turn.

nicholas leaned back slightly into the couch as he looked at it for another second.

then he noticed the colored ring around your icon.

you had posted a story.

his thumb tapped it almost immediately and the screen shifted to a dimly lit restaurant.

you looked softer than he’d ever seen you.

your hair was down tonight, soft and loose around your shoulders, slightly tucked behind one ear. the warm lighting made the strands look darker and softer than they usually did under the harsh lights of campus buildings.

you were dressed a little nicer than usual too.

a simple black strapless top, layered under a light beige cardigan that hung loosely off your shoulders. delicate jewelry caught the candlelight whenever you moved— a small necklace resting at your collarbone and thin rings on your fingers as you tapped the table.

your makeup looked minimal, but polished.

just enough to make your features a little sharper in the low lighting.

the next slide appeared.

a picture of the table-- plates of pasta, a drink with a slice of lemon, the candle still glowing between everything.

simple caption:

friday :))

back in the living room, the sound of the basketball game roared from the TV as someone scored.

nicholas didn’t look up.

his thumb hovered over the screen for a second before he replayed the story again.

~~~~

it was sunday now, and you had no plans whatsoever. you laid down in your bed, it was 11:50 AM. you have no motivation from the small amount of drinks you took last night with your friends at the restaurant. you also had no intentions of doing anything today. suddenly, a bell sound and notification popped up on the top of your screen as you scrolled on tiktok.

nicholas did you get your grade for the test yet?

you groaned, completely forgetting about the test until he had mentioned it himself. you clicked onto your course and checked your grades. your eyes widened as you quickly clicked the messages app to text him back.

nicholas: did you get your grade for the test yet?

y/n: i got an 87 🫣

nicholas: woww and you were saying u did bad

y/n: don't twist my words i never said that

nicholas: okay okay ill back off u not curious on what i made?

y/n: not really lol XD

nicholas:

fair enough

y/n: what did you make nicholas wang

nicholas: u know my last name?

y/n: from your badge at work duh

nicholas: for a second i thought you did some research of me online

y/n: i dont care enough to do that

nicholas: u got jokes

y/n:

hm ur a little sensitive

nicholas: im anything but sensitive

y/n:

i can tell

nicholas:

yeah? tell me more

y/n: tell me ur grade before i do that

nicholas:

95

y/n:

ok bye

nicholas:

wait no dont go 😭

y/n:

ugh fine if u insist

nicholas: u got plans today ?

y/n:

nope and i dont plan on having any

nicholas: bedrotting all day?

y/n: of course

nicholas: that's not healthy

y/n: i bet that ur doing the same thing

nicholas:

i am but its different u need to be healthier

y/n:

ok nicholas

nicholas:

well i was thinking we could start our tutor sessions its never too early to start

y/n: oh u were serious abt that?

nicholas:

u not?

y/n: i thought u were joking

nicholas:

i wasn’t so, what do u think ?

y/n: fiiiiiinnnneeee

nicholas: im not forcing u

y/n:

no i know i wanna do it

nicholas:

okay wanna come over on wednesdays every week ?

y/n:

come over?

nicholas: to my apartment

y/n: u have an apt?

nicholas:

yeah just got one last year got some roommates too but i'll make sure they're gone b4 u come

y/n: oh gosh then no i dont wanna make u kick ur friends out why not just the library?

nicholas: my friends work wednesday’s and library is too busy

y/n: its busy but not annoyingly busy

nicholas: it'll be easier for u to js come over

y/n:

mm ok then

nicholas:

what? is smth wrong

y/n:

no lol just tired

nicholas: okay, well then i'll leave u alone cya

y/n:

bye bye

closing the app, you turned off your phone and stared at the ceiling.

in all honesty, you were scared. scared over going over.

you couldn't remember the last time you went over to a guys house, as it had been a little while. you really didn't how to feel about it, plus-- why are you thinking so hard about it? it was just a little study session with maybe some friendship bonding too.

but no. you were nervous because of nicholas.

you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, like that alone might stop your brain from going there.

nicholas was attractive. annoyingly so.

not in the obvious, try-hard way either. he didn’t seem like the type who stood in front of a mirror fixing his hair for twenty minutes before leaving the house.

half the time it looked like he had rolled out of bed and somehow still managed to look good.

the messy hair that fell over his forehead.

the calm way he spoke.

that quiet confidence he carried around like he didn’t even notice it.

you groaned quietly and rolled onto your back again.

ugh.

because you were aware of it.

aware that he was handsome.

aware that he was smart.

aware that he had this dry humor that kept catching you off guard in conversations.

and you hated that your brain kept replaying small moments with him.

the way he tilted his head when he was listening.

the little half-smile he did when he was amused.

the way he casually held his phone out for you to put your number in like it wasn’t a big deal at all.

you pressed the heel of your palm lightly over your eyes.

“stop,” you muttered to yourself.

it wasn’t like that.

you didn’t even know him like that. you had talked a few times. he worked at the library.

now you were studying together.

that was it.

your hand dropped back onto the mattress. still… you couldn’t help the quiet thought that slipped in.

he is really cute though.

you immediately shook your head.

“no,” you said out loud to the empty room. it was just tutoring. just studying. nothing else.

~~~~

"where are you going at 5 PM?" wonyoung perked up from her bed, darting eyes at you. before this, you silently got ready. you still talked to her-- but it was just that you didn't announce your plans to her.

"oh, i'm going to just do some tutoring." you slipped on your shoes, then reaching for your backpack quickly to avoid any possible questions from her..

she let out a loud laugh and covered her mouth.

"with your hair done like that?"

you took a second and glanced in the body mirror you and her shared, looking at your overall appearance. you had on a long black fitted shirt that covered your collarbone and navy blue flared fold over leggings.. you did your hair, which you would only do for outings-- it was in soft waves, partially parted to the side.

"what's wrong with it? do i look dramatic?"

she plopped onto her back in the bed, tossing to one side to get in a comfortable position. "be safe, and text me if you need anything."

all you could do was stare at yourself, and then her, slinging the backpack around your arms. "i will."

by the time you arrived to his apartment, you stood outside your car to oversee the complex itself. you sighed, walking up to the building, looking at your phone to see the address nicholas had sent you prior to coming. you then stood at his door, picking up your hand to hesitatingly knock.

knock knock knock.

the door swung open.

it was nicholas.

nicholas stood in the doorway, one hand still resting on the edge of the door like he had opened it quickly. for a split second he just looked at you, clearly not expecting you to be standing there that soon.

he looked different from the last time you saw him. a little more… relaxed.

he was wearing a grey hoodie with a black tank under, the sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms, and black sweatpants that sat low on his hips in that effortless way people somehow made look put together. it looked like comfortable clothes-- something someone would throw on at home without thinking about it.

but on him, it still looked good.

his hair was slightly messy, falling naturally across his forehead like he had run his hands through it a few times before answering the door. a few strands brushed just above his eyebrows, giving him that just-woke-up look that somehow made him look even better instead of tired.

his face was clean and sharp under the soft apartment lighting— defined jaw, straight nose, and eyes that were a little heavier at the corners, like he had been relaxing before you knocked.

for a moment, he just stared. then his eyebrows lifted slightly in quiet surprise as his gaze flickered over you.

he observed you.

the fact that you clearly put a little more effort into getting ready than someone usually would for a simple study session.

something about that made the corner of his mouth twitch faintly.

“you made it,” he said.

you suddenly became very aware that you were still standing there.

“…yeah,” you said.

nicholas stepped back slightly, holding the door open wider.

“come in.”

you took a step inside, immediately getting hit with the musk scent from nicholas by how close you two were. you glanced at him for less than a second, then staring at the floor. he shut the door behind you, walking forward from where you were. you slid off your shoes and trailed behind him with no words being spoken.

"we can do it here." he nodded his head towards the coffee table in the living room, hands in his pockets.

you sat on the couch placing your bag down on the hardware floor. you settled your hands into your lap politely, watching nicholas. nicholas paced towards the kitchen, opening the fridge. even his mannerisms were attractive. he soon then came back over to you, handing you a glass of water.

"sorry, its the only thing we have right now." he said, sitting next to you on the couch.

Nicholas took a sip, and your eyes followed him. he tilted the glass slightly, resting it against his lower lip before taking a slow drink.

his head tilted a little with the motion, his throat moving subtly as he swallowed. a loose strand of his hair slipped forward across his forehead, and he absentmindedly pushed it back with the knuckle of his finger while still holding the glass.

when he lowered the glass again, he caught you staring.

his eyebrow lifted slightly.

not accusing.

just curious.

“…what?” he asked casually, resting the glass on the coffee table.

you blinked quickly, snapping out of it.

“nothing,” you said a little too fast, reaching for your backpack like you had been meaning to do that the whole time.

he chuckled, laying back on the couch. "you know, you've only said 2 words since you got here." he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he glanced toward your bag.

“so,” he said, voice calm again.

“what are we studying first?”

after some time of going over a few slides, about an hour in the session... he asked if you were struggling on anything else so the two of you could go over it before you went home.

“oh— um…” you fumbled slightly with your notebook, flipping it open even though you already knew what page you needed. “cognitive development. i didn’t really understand the lecture.”

nicholas nodded once, shifting a bit closer so he could see.

“which part?”

you angled the notebook toward him, your fingers brushing lightly against his hand for a split second as you adjusted it.

it was small, but for some reason, you didn’t pull your hand away immediately.

“this,” you said, pointing to a section on the page. “like… the stages. i get it, but the way it’s explained just confuses me.”

nicholas leaned in closer, his shoulder nearly brushing yours now as he looked down at your notes.

“you’re overthinking it,” he said. his voice was quieter like this. “it’s not as complicated as the power point makes it seem.”

you nodded slowly, but your focus wasn’t entirely on what he was saying anymore. you were aware of how close he was. the faint warmth from where your arms almost touched. the way he leaned in without hesitation, like it was natural.

“look,” he continued, grabbing your pen without asking and circling something on your page. “if you go about it like this...”

you watched his hand move across the paper.

then his wrist.

then— your eyes drifted up to his face.

his hair fell slightly forward as he leaned over your notebook, and he pushed it back with his fingers, not even interrupting what he was saying.

“it’s basically just how people process information at different stages,” he finished.

you didn’t respond right away.

nicholas glanced over.

“…you following?”

you blinked. “yeah,” you said quickly. “yeah, i get it.”

you didn’t really get it at all.

he studied your face for a second, like he could tell.

then he huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly.

“you’re not even listening.”

your lips parted slightly. “i am—”

“you’re not,” he cut in, but there was no edge to it. if anything, he sounded entertained.

you felt your face warm slightly, but you didn’t look away this time. “…okay. maybe not,” you admitted.

there was a small pause.

nicholas didn’t move back.

if anything, he stayed exactly where he was.

he was close.

close enough that you could see the small details in his expression now— the way his gaze lingered just a second longer than it should’ve, the way his eyes flickered between yours like he was thinking about something.

you felt like your head was going to explode from the heat on your face that radiated off.

you swallowed lightly, eyes fluttering through your lashes.

“you’re distracting,”

nicholas’ eyebrow lifted slightly.

“me?”

“yeah.”

another pause.

he didn’t laugh this time. he didn’t make a small joke. instead, his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. and that small movement made your breath hitch just slightly.

“i think you’re the one not paying attention,”

you didn’t respond.

neither of you moved.

your heart picked up slightly, and you weren’t sure if you should lean back or stay exactly where you were.

he didn’t move away.

and for some reason, you didn’t either.

it happened slowly. so slowly you almost didn’t realize it was happening.

nicholas leaned in just a little more, hesitating for the first time. like he was giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t.

your eyes flickered down for half a second— then back up.

and that was enough.

his hand shifted slightly against the couch, steadying himself as he closed the small distance between you.

the kiss was soft.

quick.

but it meant something.

your breath caught as your eyes closed softly for just a second, your hand landed on his shoulder lightly, as if like it was for stability.

and then—

he pulled back.

your hand slid down from his shoulder, trialing down to your own lap.

your eyes opened again, meeting his immediately.

neither of you spoke.

the room was quiet.

your heart was beating a little too fast still, your mind trying to catch up with what just happened.

his gaze lingered on you for a second longer.

then he leaned back slightly,

“i’m sorry.”

your eyebrows knit together.

thoughts rushed to your head— sorry for what? do you already regret this? why did you do that? why did i let you?

but all you answered with was, “it’s okay…”

he didn’t respond immediately. he shook his head lightly, like he didn’t want to get into it.

“that wasn’t—” he started, then stopped himself.

his hand dragged briefly through his hair, frustration flickering across his face for just a second before it disappeared again. an awkward laugh came out of his mouth.

“we should focus,” he said instead, voice more quieter.

“right.”

he started explaining again, circling something in your notebook, but you could feel the tension sitting quietly between the two of you.

it wasn’t uncomfortable exactly. it was more like you two were trying to shove off what just happened and the heat rising to both of your cheeks.

after some time, you went home. just like normal. you both said your goodbyes, nothing too awkward. but that's what made it more difficult.

there was no discussion.

no statements.

it was just that.

like normal.

but the quiet replay of it followed you anyway— the moment, the feeling, the way it ended just a little too quickly to understand. and no matter how much you tried to push it aside, it stayed there, lingering in the back of your mind the entire way home.

~~~~

the next few days, nicholas didn’t text you. nor did you see him in class or at the library.

it was like he disappeared.

you didn’t put much thought into it though, and assumed he was just busy. but you couldn’t help but bring yourself back to the moment at his house.

on his couch.

the tension.

the kiss.

to get your mind off things— you yourself suggested you and your group to go to the rooftop bar, the ones your friends went to that one night you stayed in the library.

now, you were there. you grabbed yunjin's arm, observing the place.

the bar had a nice atmosphere that made it seem calm, and the only light sources was the small lights above the bars, the hanging lights, and the city.

as the night went on, it was fun and filled with laughter and happiness. that was until you bumped into someone from behind.

“i’m sorry!” you spoke.

fuma immediately turned around, “hey, it’s oka—“ he paused, noticing you. “you’re that one girl that goes to the library at university, right?”

you smiled, nodding. “yeah, that’s me… if you’re referring to the one that sits near the far right end at the middle table.”

“yup, sure is.” fuma laughed at your specific details. he quickly looked over to his friend group, remembering all about nicholas and his great crush on you.

“ah— you know nicholas, right?”

you didn’t know what he exactly meant by know. you werent sure if he had told his friends about you.

about how you were in his psych class.

about how he offered tutoring.

about how you went to his apartment.

about the kiss.

your smile faltered for just a second.

before you could answer, there was movement from behind fuma— voices overlapping, laughter, someone calling his name.

and then you saw him.

nicholas stepped into view, a drink loosely held in the other. and he looked different here. he was more relaxed, louder in a way that wasn’t about volume— it was just the way he carried himself around his friends.

his eyes landed on fuma first.

then his eyes shifted to you.

“what?”

and for a split second, he paused. it was small. barely noticeable if you weren’t paying close attention.

but you were.

his gaze lingered just a second longer than it should’ve, like recognition clicked into place—

and then it was gone.

his expression smoothed over, unreadable again.

fuma sparked a pitch higher, “this is the girl that visits the library— i’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“y/n.” you spoke quietly.

“nicholas, you’ve seen her around too, right?” fuma nudged him lightly.

nicholas glanced at you again.

quicker this time.

“yeah,” he said simply.

you blinked once, your smile staying in place out of habit.

“hi,” you said, a little unsure now.

he nodded.

so causally.

like this was nothing.

like you hadn’t been sitting in his apartment just days ago.

you pushed the thought down quickly.

nicholas took a small sip from his drink.

that was all.

your fingers tightened slightly around your own cup.

he didn’t even speak a word. all he did was just nod once, like that was enough.

fuma felt the awkwardness, and dismissed the conversation. “well— we’ll see you around, be safe!”

you smiled, giving him a little wave as he walked away.

you stood there for a moment longer than you meant to. watching him. waiting— without realizing it— for something.

all you received was a glance.

a look.

literally a nod.

but when his eyes did meet yours, it was brief.

so unreadable, and then he looked away first. like it didn’t matter.

like you didn’t matter.

and for some reason, that bothered you more than it should have.

~~~~

nicholas missed class last thursday did u get any notes?

you stared at the text message on your phone.

you laid flat on your bed, sighing and turning your body to sleep, facing away from the phone.

“you okay?” wonyoung asked from the other side of the room. she was sitting at her desk with homework.

“m’ fine,” you spoke quietly.

“what happened at the tutor session?”

that question was like she dropped a brick.

“just studying,”

“i think not.”

“why’re you assuming so much?”

“because i care about you.”

wonyoung then sat onto of your bed, leaning forward. “go ahead and just tell meee— it’s not good to keep your feelings in.”

“you really wanna know?”

she nodded.

“y’know nicholas?”

her expression changed into excitement and she smiled, but holding it back as she pressed her lips together.

“mhm?” trying to be as normal as possible.

“uhm, well… i met him in the library and found out we had the same psychology class. then, he offered tutoring. after that, i went to his apartment and we— we kissed.”

wonyoung’s mouth gaped. “wow, um— okay!”

you whined, “see— this is why i didn’t wanna say anything!”

“no-no!! i’m just… surprised! that’s it!” her face went red and she gestured with her hand.

“keep going…. or is that it? please, i hope there’s nothing more.”

“no, wonyoung!”

she let out a relieved sigh, “whew! okay— good!”

“but there is more… that bar we went to saturday, i saw him there and he just acted like… he didn’t know me. he was with his friend when it all happened.”

wonyoung clicked her tongue. “sometimes, i hate men.”

after a small debrief with wonyoung, you went straight to sleep.

you really didn’t want to make yourself more confused and dig a deeper trench for you.

ever since the incident, you stopped going to the library.

to avoid nicholas.

to avoid trouble.

a week passed.

then another.

and somehow, avoiding him became routine.

you had stayed later than you meant to. one minute you were sitting on yunjin and karina's dorm floor, laughing at something stupid, and the next you were checking the time and realizing it was already past 10 PM.

so now you were walking back alone.

the campus felt different at night.

quieter, almost calmer.

the usual noise was replaced with distant footsteps, the hum of streetlights, the occasional car passing somewhere far off.

you pulled your jacket closer around you, adjusting the strap of your bag as you walked along the dimly lit path.

—

nicholas wasn’t supposed to be thinking about you.

he had just left fuma’s dorm, hands shoved into his pockets as he walked with no real direction— just letting the night air clear his head, and it obviously wasn’t working.

it hadn’t been working for two weeks.

his steps slowed slightly when he noticed someone up ahead.

a familiar silhouette.

he didn’t need to see your face to know it was you.

he stopped just for a second, like he was debating something.

then you stepped under one of the lights— and yeah.

it was you.

his jaw tightened slightly before he let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair.

he could just keep walking and act like he didn’t see you.

it would be easier.

but—

“you’re out late.”

your steps faltered.

you turned at the sound of his voice, and there he was.

your heart skipped before you could stop it.

“…so are you,” you said.

“you’ve been avoiding it.”

your shoulders stilled before you even turned around.

nicholas stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, but this time there was something different about the way he looked at you.

less composed.

like he had been holding something in for longer than he wanted to admit.

your grip tightened slightly around your phone.

“i'm not the only one avoiding." you said. it sounded weaker out loud. even to you.

his gaze didn’t waver.

“fair.”

a small silence fell in-between the two of you.

he shifted his weight slightly, like he was debating something.

“i kept thinking you’d come,” he said. "to the library."

your eyes flickered up to his.

he let out a quiet breath, glancing away for a second before looking back at you again.

“every day of the week, except on wednesdays and sometimes fridays,” he added, almost under his breath. “you always came around the same time.”

your chest tightened.

“so yeah,” he continued, a faint, humorless huff leaving him. “i noticed. i've been keeping track.”

the honesty in it made it harder to look at him.

“…i didn’t like how you acted,” you said quietly. “at the party.”

he nodded immediately.

like he’d been expecting that.

“i know.”

no defense.

no excuse.

just that.

your brows pulled together slightly.

“then why...?”

this time, he didn’t answer right away.

his jaw tightened slightly, his gaze dropping to the ground for a second like he was trying to find the right way to word it.

“because i didn’t know what to do,” he admitted.

he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair again— something you were starting to realize he did when he was frustrated or feeling nervous with himself.

“i saw you,” he continued. “the second you walked in.”

your fingers tightened around your phone.

“and i…” he paused, shaking his head slightly. “i didn’t expect you to be there.”

“so you acted like you didn’t know me?” you asked.

“i-- i didn’t want my friend to make it a thing,” he said.

"make it a thing? what is it, nicholas?"

“they already—” he stopped himself, exhaling. “they talk too much.”

you stayed quiet, letting him continue.

“and i don’t…” he trailed off again, searching. “i don’t act like that in front of them.”

“act like what?”

this time, he looked at you fully.

no hesitation.

“like you don’t affect me.”

a slight pause.

“but you do, so much."

the air between you shifted again.

“then why be like that at all?” you asked, softer now.

he didn’t look away. “because i didn’t know how to act any different.”

the words came out quiet. honest.

like he hadn’t meant to say it that directly.

he seemed to realize it a second later too, his expression tightening slightly before he continued anyway.

“i tried to ignore it,” he added.

your chest tightened more.

“ignore what?”

his gaze flickered down for a second, then back up.

“you.”

the word landed heavier than anything else.

“that didn’t really work,” he admitted.

a small, almost embarrassed breath left him after that, like he wasn’t used to saying things like this out loud.

you didn’t know what to say. so you just looked at him.

“and the kiss?” you asked quietly. your voice cracking a bit "what was that for?"

his expression softened, just slightly.

“i meant it.”

no hesitation this time.

“then why did you apologize?”

he let out a breath, glancing away again before answering.

“because i didn’t plan it,” he said. “and i couldn't stop myself.”

your fingers tightened slightly around your phone, your thoughts scrambling, trying to make sense of him. of this. of everything he’d just said.

nicholas shifted in front of you, “…i've always wanted you, y/n. and i don't think you know that..”

you stared at him, your heart picking up in a way that made it hard to respond right away. because you didn’t know.

your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

he let out a small breath through his nose, almost like a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it.

“i saw you before you ever noticed me,” he continued. “in the library.”

your chest tightened.

“you always sat at the same table,” he said, his gaze softening just slightly. “same time. same routine. i didn’t mean for it to turn into anything,” he admitted. “i just…” he trailed off, shaking his head a little. “i liked looking at you, i guess.”

there was a faint self-awareness in his voice now, like he knew how that sounded.

but he didn’t take it back.

“then we started talking,” he added. “and it just got worse.”

your heart skipped.

“worse?” a quiet chuckle left your mouth.

this time, he let out a short breath, glancing away before looking back at you again.

“yeah,” he said.

the air between you felt smaller now. you shifted slightly where you stood, your voice softer when you spoke.

“why did it feel like nothing at the party then?”

it wasn’t accusatory. just honest.

nicholas’ expression tightened a little at that.

he nodded once, like he understood exactly why you were asking.

“because i messed that up,” he said simply. “i didn't know no better.”

he spoke with no excuses. no deflecting. just that.

your chest eased and tightened at the same time.

“i didn’t want my friends to get involved,” he added, quieter now. “and i didn’t know how to act like that around them.”

his eyes met yours again.

“so i didn’t.”

a small pause.

“which— ” he exhaled softly, shaking his head a little. “clearly wasn’t the right move.”

you let out a small breath, your shoulders relaxing just slightly. “no, it wasn’t.”

the corner of his mouth lifted faintly at that. "i'm kinda new to this if you couldn't tell."

another silence settled—but this one felt different, it was softer and less tense. it was like something had been cleared between you.

your fingers loosened around your phone as you looked at him. and this time, you didn’t feel like pulling away.

"i know i may have seemed like a total jerk," he continued. "but let me prove to you that i want you."

you looked down at the floor once, before stepping closer to him again. you could see something in him let loose a little.

he placed his hand on your cheek softly, as if you were fragile to touch. his thumb brushed lightly along your skin, a small movement.

his eyes didn’t leave yours.

there was no uncertainty in them now.

you leaned into his touch without realizing, your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up. and that was all it took.

your hand lifted slowly, resting against his wrist, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingers.

and when you didn’t pull away— he moved.

slow and careful.

his hand slid slightly from your cheek to just beneath your jaw, tilting your face up just enough.

the kiss wasn't rushed. there was something rooted deeper in it. there was no hesitation or second thoughts in the kiss. it was real.

your eyes fluttered shut, your hand tightening slightly around his wrist as you leaned into him. he stepped closer without thinking, closing whatever space was left between you, his other hand hovering for a second before resting lightly at your side.

when he pulled back this time— he didn’t go far.

his face hovered close to yours, his breath still uneven.

"been wanting to do that for so long," his thumb brushed your cheek again, softer now. like he was still making sure you were there. "i couldn't keep waiting any longer."

you smiled, looking away a bit flustered. "you have me now."

~~~~

.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ authors note: i put this story off for so longgg but i finally finished it,, enjoooyy !! (fun fact: im nicholas biased)

[minhosimthings]

So yeah i think we all went collectively insane over this and here is my thesis

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), semi public sex, fingering, cum eating, making out (a lot), dom!nicho, sub!reader, forced proximity, dagger and blood ehehehe, reader's lowkey put in her place but it's nicho so whatever, pirate!nicholas, princess!reader, I wrote this in one day very rushed please don't mind

Word count: 5.3k (did that in one fucking day I am powerful)

“Now what’s our little princess doing in a place like this, hmm?

The sea had always felt like freedom.

That was why you came back to it—again and again—despite the risk, despite the guards, despite everything your title demanded of you.

Tonight, it was colder than usual, the salt-kissed wind tangling your hair, a wild, rebellious contrast to your usually neat hairstyle. You were a shadow against the rough stone of the harbor wall, the rhythmic crash of the waves against the pilings drowning out the frantic beat of your heart. For a few stolen moments, you were not a princess in a gilded cage, but a girl by the sea, revelling in freedom.

The voice that slithered out of the darkness behind you was like oil over water—smooth, familiar, and utterly unwelcome. Your fingers curled into the cold stone. You didn’t need to turn to know it was him. 

Of course, the universe just had to send him forth on the one day you had grabbed your temporary freedom.

Nicholas. 

The most infuriating, notorious pirate to ever plague your father’s navy, with hair as black as the tar on his ship’s hull and a grin that promised delightful trouble. He knew the palace protocols, the guards’ rotations, and, most annoyingly, he seemed to know you.

You didn’t turn immediately, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But you could already see him in your mind, those sharp, cocky eyes and that infuriating ease he carried like the world had never told him no.

The wind clawed at your dress, dragging strands of your hair loose as the tide roared in restless, endless motion. When you finally faced him, he was exactly as you remembered—and worse.

Nicholas stood with the sea at his back, like it belonged to him. His coat shifted in the wind, his silhouette cut sharp against the moonlight. There was something wild about him, something untamed, and you hated that your first thought wasn’t ‘dangerous pirate’. It was beautiful.

You crushed the thought before it could take shape properly. He leaned against a mooring post, arms crossed, that knowing smirk firmly in place. Cocky, handsome bastard.

“Getting away from nuisances.” You answered him, still looking around for the guards, “It seems I’ve just run into one.” You adjusted the strap of your nightgown below your robe, a poor choice to run out in but you didn't have much time to change.

“Oh?” Nicholas said, tilting his head, studying you in a way that made your skin feel too tight, “Is our princess finally growing up? She sure does run her tongue that way.” He always looked at you like he was peeling you back layer by layer. Your jaw clenched as you glared at him, nevertheless holding your head up high. 

“You are trespassing.” You said coldly. 

“Pretty sure this is my territory, darling.” 

“I doubt pirates own coastlines.”

“We take what we want.” His fiery gaze didn’t leave your face. “You should know that by now, shouldn't you?” You swallowed your irritation……and something else you refused to name.

“Then take your leave,” you snapped at him, tugging your robe closer at the sudden movement of cold air.

“You know…” Nicholas drawled in that deep, lazy voice, stepping closer, “You’re doing a poor job of escaping, Your Highness. The watch will spot you before the hour’s out with that ridiculous thing in your hair.”

Your hand flew up instinctively, fingers brushing the ornamental clip in your hair—a delicate golden piece of art. Stupid.

You yanked it free without another thought and threw it at him. Nicholas caught it easily, of course he did, turning it over between his fingers, the faint glint of moonlight catching on the metal as he examined it with quiet amusement.

“Expensive…” He murmured, eyes flicking up to you as he bit his lip, “You sure you want to give it to a dirty pirate like me?”

“It’s useless.” You shot back, “And I’ll do anything to stay hidden so you can have it.” Your voice was defiant as if you were daring him to challenge it. 

But he didn't, merely looking over the ornament with a raised brow. Handsome bastard.

Nicholas was all sharp angles and coiled strength, but it was the details that undid you. The way his hair, the deep, rich hue of a raven’s wing, fell carelessly across his brow, the faint, pale scar that bisected one eyebrow, a story you’d never ask for, the stubborn set of his jaw, now dusted with the shadow of a day at sea.

Your pulse betrayed you, quickening despite every ounce of your will.

“You shouldn't be here alone.” Nicholas said suddenly, “It’s not safe for pretty princesses like you.”

“I can take care of myself just fine, thank you.” You said, still glancing over your shoulder for any sign of guards.

“I don’t doubt that, darling.” His eyes flicked for a second to the hidden edge of your sleeve, where your dagger rested. “But that doesn’t mean you should have to.”

“I don’t need your concern, pirate.” You snapped again, the wind curling between you, carrying salt and tension in equal measure, “And I told you, I’d do anything for this.”

There was a brief pause. Nicholas’s gaze dropped briefly to the way your robe slipped just slightly at your shoulder before you pulled it tighter again. Then back to your eyes. He smiled, like a cunning fox in a fable.

“Anything?” He repeated, softer this time, like he was testing the edges of the word.

“Did you not hear me?” You scoffed, “Yes, anything.” Another pause and he ran a sharp tongue over his lips which for some reason made your knees go weak.

“Careful what you offer, princess.” He purred. Before you could respond, he slipped the ornament into his pocket. “You’ll want that back,” he said lightly.

“Then give it back.” You said simply.

“Mmmm...” He tilted his head, considering you like a puzzle he hadn’t quite decided how to solve. “No.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Think of it as insurance, princess.”

“For what?”

“For your…..anything.”

The word lingered between you dangerously. You stepped closer, anger flaring fast enough to almost drown out everything else. “You don’t get to bargain with me.”

“I already am, Your Highness.” Your hand twitched, like you might reach for your dagger again—but you stopped yourself. Nicholas leaned in, his voice dropping just enough that it felt like it belonged to the space between you, not the world around it.

“You’re out here alone, poorly disguised, being hunted.” A beat. “And now you’ve handed me something valuable.” His gaze locked onto yours and you almost gasped. Those beautiful eyes, dark as a moonless night. 

“Tell me, Your Highness……what exactly do you think your position is here?”

The answer sat on your tongue, and those eyes kept pulling you in like a whirlpool in the middle of the sea. There was a story in those eyes and you were going to fish it out. You stepped even closer instead, refusing to give him an inch of ground.

“My position,” you said quietly, “is that you haven’t turned me in.”

“And why do you think that is?” Nicholas asked.

“Because,” you said, your voice steady despite the way your pulse betrayed you, “you want something.” A pause, and then another cocky smile.

“Now that,” Nicholas murmured, “sounds like a negotiation.” The distant echo of voices cut through the moment, closer this time, probably the changing of the night guards. Your head turned, tension snapping tight again. Nicholas didn’t look away from you.

“Looks like your time’s running out, princess.” he said softly.

Your gaze flicked back to his. “Then stop wasting it.”

Nicholas stepped back, just enough space to breathe, looking you up and down again. You tugged your robe closer, pulling your hood over your head.

“I know a place. A ledge just around the headland.” He said, extending a hand, “You can see the whole bay, the waves crashing against the cliffs… nothing between you and the horizon. It’s a better view than whatever this is.” 

It was safe to say you were the most fucked person in the world. 

Nicholas’s hand held your gaze. Broad, with long, dexterous fingers that looked capable of many, many things. Perhaps tying a complex knot or tracing skin.

His skin was tanned a deep gold, weathered by sun and salt, and across the knuckles were the faint, silvery whispers of old scars—a testament to fights you could only imagine. And on those fingers, he wore his rebellion.

Silver rings, heavy and ornate, adorned both hands. One, on his right index finger, was a thick band carved into the likeness of a coiled sea serpent, its tiny emerald eye catching the faint light. Another, on his left thumb, was a simpler, rougher thing of blackened iron. 

Beautiful, beautiful man.

“Lead the way.” You slowly took his hand, hating the sudden, traitorous leap of curiosity in your chest, “And no tricks, pirate.” 

“Of course, Your Highness.” Nicholas said, teeth flashing as he grinned at you. Your hands were utterly soft, like cream pudding in his. The scent of you as well—roses and a little bit of brattish rebellion. How very intriguing.

In Nicholas’s opinion you were exactly what the world had made you: a spoilt, pretty princess, wrapped in silks. And yet there was something else, something that didn’t belong, like a rose growing where it shouldn’t. Untouched and pure—for now.

Nicholas led you through a maze of narrow, damp alleys, away from the main wharf. You were so focused on keeping up with his swift, silent steps and absorbing the thrilling sights that you didn’t hear the approaching bootfalls until they were nearly upon you. 

A gruff voice echoed from the next alley over. “...check the west wall. Captain said he saw something.”

Your blood turned to ice at the voices of the royal guards and Nicholas’s grip on your hand tightened.

“They’re looking for you.” Nicholas murmured, his expression shifting instantly, the careless amusement gone.

“I know that,” you hissed.

“Then stop arguing and be a good princess so we can both live.”

He caught your wrist roughly before you could pull away, dragging you toward a darker stretch of rocks. You should have resisted, should have fought him. But who were you to do that? A law abiding princess?

The path narrowed, shadows swallowing you whole as the cliffs rose higher. The sea grew louder, crashing harder, like it was trying to drown out your thoughts. You heard the voices again, closer this time.

“Nicholas wait—”

In one fluid motion, Nicholas hooked an arm around your waist and spun you both into a narrow gap between the stone walls. The space was tight, barely enough for one person. He pressed you back against the rough stone, his body a solid, unyielding barrier between you and the world.

Your back hit the cold rock, breath catching as he stepped in front of you—too close, entirely too close.

There was nowhere else to go. The space forced you together. His arm braced against the wall beside your head, caging you in without quite touching you. You could feel the heat of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

Those beautiful eyes, and that musky scent. Your eyes lingered over the way his muscles pressed against his faded white shirt, the red cloth wrapped round his arm threatening to tear at any moment.

Your heart refused to slow and heat flooded to your inner thighs. 

“Relax, darling.” Nicholas murmured, his voice a low growl.

“I am relaxed.”

“You’re gripping my sleeve like you’re about to fall off a cliff.”

You let go immediately, glaring at him. “I am not.” His eyes flickered down to your lips for a second, and then up. 

“You’re so spoiled, princess…” 

“Excuse me? I-” 

“Shh.” He shushed you quickly as the footsteps grew louder and closer. One of the guards paused—just beyond the rocks. Your breath hitched.

Nicholas shifted, subtly, placing himself fully between you and the opening. His body blocked the view completely, shadow swallowing you both.

And for a moment, everything stilled. You could hear the guards, the sea, your own pulse. 

And his pulse. 

And the way his pink lips parted slightly, breaths coming steady. The way the moonlight caught the edge of his face, his sharp jaw. Or how his expression softened just barely as he looked down at you, like he was seeing something he hadn't expected. 

You shouldn’t have noticed the fact that Nicholas  was standing so damn close. 

You tore your gaze away from him, hearing the footsteps move ever closer. The silence was heavy and suffocating, your hands resting on this chest. You exhaled slowly, cocking a brow up and the hesitant, almost apologetic expression on his face. 

“What is it?” You whispered, fighting to keep your eyes on his, a battle you were losing.  Nicholas bit his lower lip and chuckled softly, the sound a low vibration you felt through your fingertips.

“I think we both need to save our lives right now.” He murmured, “Don’t hate me for what I’m about to do princess.”

Before you could utter a protest, or a threat, or anything at all, his head dipped and his lips captured yours.

It was a performance, a desperate, convincing lie, deceptively tender to any observer. The shock of it stole your breath as his mouth moved over yours with a practiced heat that made your knees weak.

Nicholas tasted like salt and something unexpectedly sweet—honey or spiced rum—like a sea breeze carrying the scent of a far-off land. You could hear the guard’s footsteps slow just outside your shadowy alcove, the shuffle of boots pausing.

And the performance faltered.

Or perhaps it transformed. The initial pressure softened and his hand, the one with the heavy sea-serpent ring, came up to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb stroking the frantic pulse there. Your hands, still flat against his chest, curled inward, clutching the rough fabric of his shirt. A tiny, traitorous sound escaped you, swallowed by his kiss.

The footsteps didn’t move on. You were distantly aware of a presence lingering, but the awareness was a distant thing, drowned out by the roaring in your ears, the feel of his lips slanting perfectly over yours, the way his other arm banded around your waist, pulling you flush against him until not even a sliver of moonlight could slip between you. 

A low, derisive scoff cut through the haze, a coarse, masculine sound of dismissal. The sound of a guard seeing a dockside dalliance and thinking nothing of it.

Nicholas broke the kiss with a slow pull, leaving you breathless and unmoored. He didn’t look at you. Instead, he turned his head just slightly over his shoulder, his voice dripping with lazy, post-amorous annoyance. “You need something, mate? A little privacy is a terrible thing to waste.”

You peeked around the solid barrier of his shoulder. The guardsman, a grizzled veteran with a bushy mustache, was shaking his head, a wry, almost envious smirk on his face. He’d seen a sailor stealing a moment with a willing tavern girl, nothing more.

“No,” the guard grunted, his voice gruff. “Carry on.” With another dismissive shake of his head, he turned and trudged away, his footsteps fading into the night.

Silence descended again, thicker now, charged with something far more dangerous than the threat of discovery. Nicholas turned his head back to you, his dark eyes searching yours in the dim light. His lips were slightly swollen, and your own felt achingly sensitive. A performance was over, and it had served its purpose.

Too damn close. 

Your hand flew to your dagger, the cool hilt a comfort. In a flash of moonlight, you pressed the sharp point firmly against the column of his throat, right above the pulse that hammered against your blade.

“Do that again,” you hissed, the words trembling with rage, “and I’ll open you from ear to ear. I am not one of your tavern wenches to be mauled in an alley.”

Nicholas didn’t flinch, he didn’t even pull back. His eyes, dark as the deep rumbling sea, held yours, a slow, dangerous smile touching his kiss-swollen lips. Both his hands came to rest on the wall on either side of your head, as if showing you he held all the power to cage you in, yet he chose not to use it.

And when he leaned forward, it was like watching a melodic symphony being composed.

The razor edge bit into his skin, a sharp, clean line of crimson welling up, a single, dark bead of blood tracing a path down his beautiful neck. He let out a soft, shuddering breath that was almost a sigh. The pain seemed to exhilarate him. He was offering his throat to your steel with the same casual grace with which he’d probably offer a glass of rum.

“I wouldn’t mind that, princess.” Nicholas whispered, his voice a rough caress, “Go on, open me up.”

The world narrowed to the point of your blade and the unyielding warmth of his throat beneath it. His words were a challenge, a seduction, a madness.

Go on, open me up.

The dagger trembled in your grip; the single bead of blood, black in the moonlight, traced a slow path over the taut line of his tendon, disappearing into the collar of his shirt, like a flag of surrender. And he was still smiling. That damnable, beautiful, reckless smile.

“You’re insane,” you breathed out, the rage in your voice fracturing, bewildered fascination beneath.

“Frequently." he agreed, his voice low and intimate. His hands remained on the wall, fingers flexing slightly against the stone. “But you’re the one holding the knife, sweetheart. The power is all yours. Do you feel powerful, Your Highness?”

The cruelest trick of all.

You felt utterly, completely at his mercy. The weapon was yours, the threat was yours, yet he had disarmed you with nothing but a lean into the blade and a whispered dare.

Your gaze dropped from his mocking eyes to his mouth, still flushed from the kiss, then back to the thin red line you’d drawn, a strange, possessive thrill shooting through you. 

You had marked the untamable. You had drawn blood from the pirate who slipped through your father’s nets like a ghost.

The dagger fell from your nerveless fingers, thudding dully on the damp ground. You didn’t know who moved first. Perhaps you both did, drawn together by a force stronger than pride or disdain. 

Your hand, the one that had held the blade, came up instead to the side of his neck. Your thumb, trembling, smeared through the trail of blood, painting a faint, warm streak across his skin. The act was shockingly intimate, more so than the kiss had been.

His breath caught, the playful mockery vanishing from his eyes, replaced by a dark, consuming heat. That was all the invitation you needed. Your second kiss was nothing like the first. 

Salt, copper and honey, a storm of sensation.

It was your fingers tangling in the ink-black silk of his hair, pulling him closer. It was his hands finally leaving the wall to haul you against him, one splayed possessively against the small of your back, the other cupping the nape of your neck. 

These were the hands of a pirate, a thief, a villain……and in that moment, as they held you with a possession that felt more like worship, you thought they were the most devastatingly, infuriatingly beautiful things you had ever seen.

It was a kiss that felt like drowning and coming up for air all at once, a desperate, passionate battle where neither of you wanted to win, only to get lost. He met you with a hunger that matched your own, a low groan vibrating from his chest into yours. 

The sea roared its approval against the cliffs, a secret witness to this strange pair—a pirate and a princess, not even a lovesick poet could have conjured such a couplet.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Nicholas hummed, pulling back, “Tell me darling…..” His hand came to tilt your head up by the chin, “Do you feel powerful?”

“Should I?” You whispered, the word escaping your lips like a reluctant confession, “Because I do not.” 

“Would you like to feel powerful then?” Nicholas said, “Would you let me show you?” He shifted slightly, his body heat radiating against you, the salty tang of the sea mingling with the metallic scent of blood. 

Your breath caught, the emotions in your chest twisting into something hotter and insistent. The danger of him, of this moment, pulled at you like the tide. 

"Yes." you said, the admission sharp and defiant, a pearl in dark water.

In an instant, his hands were on you—strong fingers gripping your hips. Nicholas devoured your lips, tongue thrusting deep, claiming every gasp you made. One hand slid up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your nightgown, exposing your skin to the cool night air.

“Hmmm, so sweet…” He hummed against your mouth, breaking the kiss to nip at your jaw, your neck, “Never thought a pretty princess would taste so good, darling.”

His fingers found the heat between your legs, brushing over the damp fabric of your undergarments before shoving them aside. You arched into him, a soft moan slipping out as he pressed two fingers against your slick folds, parting them with an intentional slowness.

Nicholas circled your clit first, teasing the swollen nub until your thighs quivered, then slid lower, pushing one finger inside you. Your pussy clenched around the intrusion, wet and eager, and he groaned, the sound raw and almost desperate.

"Oh she’s taking it soooo well.” He murmured, adding a second finger, stretching you as he began to pump them in and out, “So ready for me, darling. What sort of things are they teaching you up there in that palace hmm?” His thumb rubbed firm circles over your clit, building the pressure, making your hips buck against his hand, "Or did you learn this one on your own? Our rebellious princess."

The stone scraped your back, but you didn't care—pleasure coiling tight in your core, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Nicholas fucked you with his hand, relentless, his free arm pinning you in place. Blood from his neck smeared against your skin, a reminder of the faux power you held, even as he drove you toward the edge.

His fingers plunged deeper into your pussy, twisting and thrusting with a rhythm that had your walls fluttering around him, slick juices coating his hand as you grinded against his palm. This was the thing of forbidden archives, texts you had read and tried on yourself. Now you understood why those texts were written like sweet, ambrosia drunk poetry.

The pressure built relentlessly, your clit throbbing under his thumb's insistent strokes, but just as the orgasm teetered on the brink, he withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving you gasping, empty and aching.

“Not yet, darling.” Nicholas rasped, his voice thick with lust, eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger, “One thing about a pirate—” His hand undid the ties of your robe, yanking it away to leave you in your sheer nightgown, “—we love to plunder.”

The night air whispered against the material, your nipples peaking visibly through the translucent silk, the outline of your curves stark and inviting. Nicholas's dark gaze raked over you, his breath coming in heavy pulls as he drank in the sight. Without another word, he closed the distance, his mouth crashing onto your collarbone with a hunger that bordered on worship.

His mouth descended on your collarbone, lips hot and demanding as he kissed along the ridge, sucking lightly at the sensitive hollow where neck meets shoulder. You tilted your head back against the rough stone, a soft exhale escaping despite your efforts to remain silent—the distant lap of waves against the docks the only sound you dared not drown out. 

Nicholas's tongue followed the path of his mouth, tracing the delicate line from your shoulder to the base of your throat, lapping at the pulse that hammered there, tasting the salt of your skin mixed with the faint metallic tang from the nick of your dagger.

“So beautiful…..” Nicholas moaned against your skin, “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

Lower still, he worshiped with painful slowness, his hands sliding up your sides to cup the undersides of your breasts through the nightgown. The fabric bunched under his palms as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your nipples in teasing circles that made them tighten further, sending sparks straight to your core.

He dragged his mouth down the valley between your breasts, nuzzling the thin barrier before capturing one nipple between his teeth. He bit down just enough to sting, then soothed it with a flat swiiipe of his tongue, the wet heat seeping through the material and making it cling even more obscenely.

“Oh!” You arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase, the world narrowing to the scrape of his stubble against your skin and the way his free hand kneaded your hip, bunching the nightgown higher, “Oh Nicholas—slow down!” 

“Slow down?” Nicholas paused his pleasurable assault, “Now now, our brave princess can handle more than that can’t she?”

He lavished the other breast with the same attention—sucking the nipple into his mouth, rolling it against the roof of his mouth while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. A muffled whine built in your throat, and you swallowed it down, pressing your lips together as his kisses trailed over your ribs, dipping into the soft dip of your navel through the fabric.

Nicholas sank to his knees then, the gravel crunching under him, his hands never leaving your body. He looked like a priest sinking down to worship his god, a god that would never grant him what he wished for. But you were no god, you were an angel, and in Nicholas’s opinion, angels always granted wishes in return for a little something.

Nicholas hooked one leg over his shoulder with ease, your thigh draping across his back as he positioned you wider, the nightgown riding up to expose your bare pussy, still slick and swollen from his earlier teasing. The position left you balanced precariously against the wall, one foot barely touching the ground, your core aching and open to him. 

And gods above—his expression stole what little breath you had left. His dark eyes were wide and earnest in the gloom, reflecting shards of moonlight like stars scattered across a midnight ocean.

“You said you wanted to feel powerful, princess.” Nicholas hummed, taking a deep whiff of your sweet scent, “Go on, tell me you want this.” He looked up, those starry eyes, pictures of utter devotion, “Command me to your will.” 

He was giving you everything—the illusion of control, the power of speech—while holding all the real power in his steady hands and his greedy fucking mouth. The words felt foreign on your tongue. You were used to orders given from a throne room dais or through clenched teeth in anger. But this? 

Oh this was intoxicating. 

"I..." Your voice came out as a shaky whisper. You swallowed, forcing strength into it. "I want it." Your fingers tangled in his hair holding on as if he were your only anchor in a storm-tossed sea. “Your liege commands you, pirate.”

A slow, devastating smile spread across his face—the smile of a man who had just struck treasure.

The first touch of his tongue was a lightning strike—a slow, deliberate lick from bottom to top that arched your back off the wall with a choked gasp. His nose nudged your clit, inhaling deeply before his tongue extended to lick a broad stripe up your slit again, from your dripping entrance to the throbbing bundle of nerves. 

The contact made your hips jerk, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips—you clapped a hand over your mouth immediately, so as to not frighten any poor soul who happened to stumble onto this lewd scene.

Nicholas lapped at you as if savoring ambrosia, humming low in his chest with pleasure that vibrated through your entire body.

He groaned into you, the vibration humming through your folds as he sealed his lips around your pussy. His tongue thrust inside, spearing deep and curling to stroke your inner walls, fucking you with wet, insistent motions that had your juices flowing freely onto his chin.

 He pulled back slightly to suck at your clit, drawing it between his lips and flicking the tip with rapid, precise laps that built the fire anew. Your leg trembled over his shoulder, muscles clenching as pleasure coiled tight in your belly, but you fought the sounds bubbling up, biting into your lip until you tasted the faint copper of blood.

Nicholas didn't relent, his hands gripping your ass to pull you flush against his mouth, tongue delving back in to lap at every inch. The overstimulation made every touch electric, your clit pulsing under the onslaught, walls clenching around nothing as he alternated between deep thrusts and shallow sucks.

Your body betrayed you, hips rolling forward to chase the sensation even as you tried to stay still, quiet—soft, choked whimpers slipping through like secrets you couldn't contain. He was your secret now.

Sensing your building peak, he shifted again, grasping your other thigh and lifting it over his opposite shoulder. Now you hung suspended, both legs locked around Nicholas, pussy fully exposed and grinding against his face with no escape. 

The new angle pressed you deeper into his mouth, his tongue battering your clit with unrelenting flicks while two fingers plunged into your soaked hole, scissoring and curling to hit that spot inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

Nicholas was worshiping you with his mouth with a fervor that bordered on a violent religion—a devoted sinner at an altar he never expected to reach. 

It was too much—the raw sensitivity turning pleasure into a razor-sharp edge, your nerves firing wildly as he pumped his fingers faster, thumb joining to circle your clit alongside his tongue's assault. Juices squirted lightly with each thrust, soaking his wrist, the wet smacks of his mouth on you echoing too loudly in the night. 

You thrashed in his hold, trying to muffle the cries with your hand, but they came out as desperate, breathy pleas—"N-Nicholas... can't... too loud..."—tears welled from the intensity, your body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you, pussy spasming around his fingers, flooding his palm with your release.

"Fuck—" you gasped out, half plea and half prayer, “Oh hahh—Nicholas!”

He kept at it through the waves, sucking harder on your clit to draaaag out the tremors, fingers twisting deeper until you were a quivering mess, legs shaking uncontrollably over his shoulders. 

The world around you spun, your vision blurring from the overload, every lap of his tongue sending aftershocks that bordered on pain. Finally, as you sagged against the wall, spent and panting, he eased back, lips glistening with your essence, a smug curl to his mouth as he looked up at you.

“Alright there, princess?” Nicholas murmured, voice rough from his feast, setting your legs down gently but keeping his hands on your thighs. He rested his forehead against your inner thigh for a moment before pressing a soft kiss there.

“I–” You panted, not knowing what to say. But it was alright—he didn’t need you to.

Nicholas rose slowly to his feet, hand planted on your waist to keep your stumbling body upright. You were on the verge of falling asleep right there and then if he didn’t pull your robe around you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, looking at you with an intrigued grin.

“Shall we set for sea now, Your Highness?”

fin.

A/N: guys im not even kidding Im actually shocked i managed to write all this in one day like what in the great lock in of 2026. Nichojoo are so fucking insane for this bruh im gonna kms yes of course there will be a nichojoo pirate threesome that im planning ehehehehe. tagging my beloved child @nichozzystuffs im sure she'll scream at me in our gc after reading and my wifey @your-local-lune she needs to give me head rn

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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION ! — song mingi

summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION ! — song mingi

summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

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