Meet The Chavez Family - Stepbro!Nicholas x Fem!Reader
a/n: okay, okay, i’m throwing my hat in the ring lmao here’s my attempt at stepbro!Nicholas, enjoy 🤍
summary: After your dad had left it was just you and your mom and you perfectly content with that for years. But then your mom started seeing someone she met on a business trip. Soon they get married and you not only get a step dad but a step brother as well. He was annoying, obnoxious, and seriously so fucking hot. It was wrong, so wrong but you couldn’t resist him.
warnings: 18+!! eventual smut, kind of asshole Nicholas if you squint, bratty reader again if you squint, Nicholas taunting reader sexually, somewhat innocent reader, oral m!reciving (not by reader), some praise, female masturbation and i think that’s all, if i missed anything please let me know! (also it’s technically not stated just implied but read is 20 years old.)
word count: 4.1k
You never thought the day would come that your mother met someone. Not that you didn’t want your mom to be happy of course you did but you liked that it was just you and her but of course on a business trip she met someone and within a couple months she was making plans for you to meet him. He was a nice guy, you had to admit that and you could tell he really liked your mother. It took some time but you eventually got used to him being around. But then it happened, after a year of them being together he proposed to your mom. She said yes and now your life was about to change.
“What? But mom I just started college here!” You huff as you cross your arms when your mom comes to inform you that you both would be moving to California with her fiance.
“Oh sweetie, people transfer all the time plus you’ve only been there, what, a month? It will be fine.” She says.
“Why can’t he move here?” You ask her.
“He doesn’t want to leave his son in California by himself.” She says.
“I thought his son was twenty-three years old, almost twenty-four actually. He’s an adult so why can’t he be there by himself?” You asked, shaking your head a little. This was truly unbelievable. She was just expecting you to up and move your life for some man she fell in love with? Please.
“Well yes but the thing is, he has a tendency to get himself in trouble and he actually almost got kicked out of the university so he needs to keep an eye on him.” She says sitting next to you, gently running her fingers through your hair. “Look sweetie, I know it’s not ideal at all, you grew up here but this is for the best okay?”
“Whatever.” You say and she just sighs and gets up. Was this really for the best? Who cares if his stupid son got in trouble, that’s his own fault. He’s a grown adult, sort of. You hadn’t even met him and he was already ruining your life, and he was going to be your step brother? Oh how you wished the universe would swallow you up now.
You finish packing up your room, looking around it one more time with a frown. You grew up in this room and now you had to say goodbye, it was a nightmare. Sighing you go around your room making sure you didn’t miss a single thing before you grab the last box and carry it out to the moving truck. You set the box down before climbing up and maneuvering it around to go against the others before jumping back down.
“All set?” Your mom asked as she walked out of the house, closing the door behind her. “I went around a few times to make sure we got everything so if you’re ready we can go.”
“Yup, I have everything.” You say with your arms crossed.
“Trust me, you’ll love California sweetie, promise.” She kisses your temple and you just huff before looking at your old house one more time, your eyes watering before you get into the moving truck with your mom not at all ready for the long trip ahead of you.
Plopping down on your bed with a sigh you look around your new room. Your mom and you had got here about a few days ago and you finally finished unpacking all your stuff well at least for your room. You still had your bathroom stuff but you fully couldn’t be bothered with that at this moment.
A knock on the door frame has you sitting up to see your moms boyfriend or well, fiancé standing there with a big smile on his face. It was hard to dislike this man or even be mad about this move when he’s been so nice and super welcoming. He even let you paint your new room baby pink just like your old room so you would feel a little more at home. It somewhat worked.
“All settled in kiddo?” He asked. You smile and nod your head.
“I am, thanks.” You say.
“Good, how are you liking the room?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.
“It’s bigger than my old room so that’s a plus.” You say. “I’ll get used to it.”
“Take your time, I understand how you’re feeling. I had to move a lot when I was younger. But I really am happy to have you and your mom here and I can’t wait for you both to meet Nicholas.” He smiles.
“Can’t wait either.” You slightly lied, of course you wanted to meet your soon to be step brother but after your mom mentioned him getting in trouble and almost being kicked out of school you also were not looking forward to it.
“He’ll be home this weekend so you’ll get to meet him then, I’m sure you two will get along really well.” With that he walks away and you slightly shake your head. There was no way you and him would get along. You didn’t get in trouble, you didn’t do much of anything at all. Some would say you’re a nerd, some would say you’re boring and some would say you’re a prude. You weren’t, surprisingly, you had your first boyfriend at seventeen and he was the reason you were able to go to college, not a virgin. Granted you did follow the crowd a little but you were young, and you don’t regret it, not fully at least. And it was that one time but you wouldn’t call yourself a prude. You get up and walk over to your door, closing it, once again plopping down on your bed. This weekend should be eventful.
A knock on the bathroom door startles you while you shower, peaking your head out a little as you wait for someone to speak.
“Sweetie, are you almost done? Nicholas is here.” Your mom says on the other side and you sigh in relief.
“Yes mom, I’ll be down in like twenty minutes.” You say. She says okay then leaves. You huff as you finish your shower and turn it off, wrapping the towel around yourself, wiping away the fog on the mirror, looking at yourself for a moment before reaching for your favorite lotion and moisturizing your skin to keep it nice and soft. You set it down and walk over to the door and open it, bumping into something hard or well someone hard.
“Whoa, sorry about that. You okay?” A deep voice fills your ears and you look up to see who you assume is Nicholas standing in front of you. Holy fuck he was hot!
“Uh, y-yeah I’m good.” You stutter a little. Oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Good, uh your mom asked me to come and check on you.” He says, looking you up and down, a slight smirk forming on his face. Did he just check you out? No, no way, he just looked at you for a moment. You cleared your throat.
“Oh, uh I told her I would be down soon, I just need to get dressed.” You say looking at him. He had a fucking killer jawline, geez.
“I’ll let her know,” He looks you up and down again. “I’m Nicholas by the way, it’s nice to finally meet you, sis.” And with that he walks away and down the steps. ‘Sis’ of course, because hello he was going to become your step brother once your parents got married and here you were thinking he was hot. You needed to get a grip. You quickly go to your room and get dressed, drying your hair a little before finally making your way downstairs.
“There she is! Hey kiddo, Nicholas said you guys finally introduced yourselves.” Nicholas’ dad says.
“Yeah, we did.” You say softly.
“Good! Well come on, I just finished barbequing, let’s eat!” You all head out to the back porch and sit down, your mom and Nichola’s dad on one side and you and Nicholas across from them. You all start plating your food, in silence before your mom speaks.
“How are classes going Nicholas?” She asked.
“Oh they’re going well! But I’ll admit I’m already ready for the semester to be over, miss being home.” He says and your mom laughs a little.
“I don’t doubt it.” She says. Nicholas then turns to you with a smirk on his face again.
“Your mom tells me you’ll be starting classes next week.” Nicholas says and your brows furrow a little as you look at your mom.
“It wasn’t easy but I managed to get you enrolled for this semester so you wouldn’t have to miss any more classes. Your mom had told me before how much you care about your studies so I wanted to make sure you weren’t behind.” Your eyes widen a little and a smile forms on your face as you get up and go over to Nicholas’ dad and hug him tightly.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” You squeal a little and he laughs.
“It’s no problem, really, and I’m sure Nicholas would have no problem showing you around campus, right son?” He turns to Nicholas as you sit down.
“No of course not, I would gladly show my new sister around.” He says and looks at you. Maybe this move wasn’t that bad and maybe you had judged Nicholas too harshly before meeting him, he was sweet.
Wrong, wrong, wrong you were so fucking wrong. He wasn’t sweet. He was annoying, rude, and cocky. You had taken his advice and stuck by his side when at the university and it went well for the most part. Then of course you made friends and didn’t need him anymore, I mean you saw him and sometimes he would have you come hang in his dorm but you mainly stuck with your new friends. But then came the wedding and the second he officially became your step brother he became your nightmare. He was always pushing your buttons and getting under your skin, and you noticed he would sometimes subtly flirt with you. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong but you never catch yourself stopping him, and sometimes you couldn’t help but flirt back. But that never changed a thing in your mind, he was still an asshole.
“Nicholas! You have been in there for almost an hour now, what could you possibly be doing?” You shout as you pound on the bathroom door. You had been waiting for him to finish so you could go to the bathroom but of course he had gotten in there before you and he was taking his sweet ass time. “Nick!”
“Would you fucking chill, its all yours little sis.” He says when he opens the door, standing there in just his towel. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his muscular body, water still dripping down it. Fuck, you quickly looked up and he had a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”
“Get a grip.” You snap.
“You’re the one staring.” He remains smirking as he walks past you, nudging your chin with his knuckle a little as he walks to his room, closing his door. You let out an annoyed groan as you step into the shower, slamming the door closed.
Once you were done you made your way downstairs expecting to see your parents downstairs but you only saw Nicholas, sitting at the bar, eating a bowl of cereal. “Mom and dad are out for the day so it’s just you and me.”
“Oh joy.” You say sarcastically walking to the pantry to get your cereal. You grab the box, realizing how light it was, opening it up to see it’s empty. You look up at Nicholas and see he was eating your cereal.
“Oops.” He looks at you smugly and you just storm over to the trash and throw the empty box away.
“How hard was that to do? And thanks for eating the last of my cereal.” You huff.
“It’s in the pantry, it’s for everyone, don't be a spoiled brat.” He says.
“I am not a spoiled brat!” You snap.
“You so are, any time you don’t get your way or something you want isn’t available you borderline throw a fit. You always get your way, well for the most part so you act like this, aka a spoiled brat.” He says taking another bite of his cereal as he looks at you.
“That is not even close to true. Just because we have known each other for a few months does not mean you know me so well. I am not a spoiled brat!” You shout.
“You know what you need? You need to get laid. Maybe someone who will put you in your fucking place. Is that why you’re also so uptight? Need to get fucked?” He asked, taking the last bite of his cereal before he drank the milk. He gets up and walks over to the sink to rinse his bowl out.
“Excuse me? Fuck you, you need to, to-” He cuts you off before you could even finish by turning around and pinning you to the counter behind you.
“You have such a mouth on you. Would you like your big brother to put it to better use, hmm?” He says huskily, your body instantly becoming covered in chills.
“W-what?” You ask him.
“You heard me. Need me to shove my cock down that throat to get rid of that mouthy attitude?” He asked. Of all the times he said things to you and hit on you, never once did he say things like that. He was becoming more bold.
“Nicholas…that’s not appropriate.” You say softly, kind of cursing yourself in your head for that being the only thing you could say. He looks at you for a moment before he chuckles, making your brows furrow.
“Relax little sis, I didn’t mean it, don’t get your panties in such a twist hmm?” He says with a smirk and you instantly become flustered.
“You’re a dick.” You say. You just grab a couple granola bars, wanting to get away from him.
“Mmm and you really do need to get laid, princess, maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight.” He says. You roll as you start to walk away. “My offer still stands by the way.” You freeze in your spot. “Could fix that filthy mouth by shoving my cock down your throat.”
“You’re disgusting.” You snap.
“I know you would like it. I see the way you look at me. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, we are only siblings by marriage you know.” You turn to look at him and you can tell by the look on his face he was serious. You quickly head up the stairs and into your room, closing the door and locking it before you lean against it. Was this a dream? This had to be right? I mean you really couldn’t deny the attraction you had for him but again, he was your step brother and yes you guys were only siblings by marriage but it was still wrong, right? Yes, yes it was still wrong.
This went on for days, which wasn’t a lot of time but to you it felt like months already. Nicholas and you were constantly fighting and him making sexual comments about you that left you flustered and running to your room to hide from him. Thankfully with your parents around it wasn’t too bad but he still managed. But of course now would be a time that your parents would be going out of town for a week for a business trip and since you were still on vacation you would be home alone with Nicholas, yay.
“Can’t I just come with?” You ask your parents as you sit on their bed as they start packing their things. Your step father laughs a little.
“Wish you could kiddo, it’s only a week. Besides Nick mentioned that he has some things planned for you two, some sibling bonding as he stated.” He says coming over to you and kisses the top of your head. “Look I know Nicholas can be a bit much but I promise you, you’ll have a great time with him okay? But you call me if he does anything, I’ll put him in check, he may be in his twenties but he’s still my son.”
“Thanks dad.” You say softly as you look down. You could only imagine what he had planned.
You say your goodbyes to your parents along with Nicholas before he shuts the front door and turns to look at you. “Alright, here’s how tonight is going to go, I’m having a few people over and you’re going to stay up in your room and stay out of our way, got it?”
“Excuse me? You can’t tell me what to do Nicholas.” You say.
“I’m older, and as of right now, the man of the house.” He says crossing his arms and you can’t help but laugh.
“First of all you’re older by three years, I’m an adult and second of all you are not the man of the house so please get a grip.” You tell him.
“Just stay out of our way okay?” He says.
“Whatever, just keep your party down, I have some assignments I need to work on.” You say.
“You’re doing school work, on vacation?” He asked before he laughed.
“Yes I am and there is nothing wrong with that.” You huff before you storm up to your room and slam the door shut. This week was going to drag on, you just knew it was.
You had just finished your second assignment, smiling as you saved it to send to your professor later. You were thankful that Nicholas had kept it down and he had even brought you dinner earlier. It was a bit odd to see him being nice while your parents weren’t around but you just let it be. You took a quick shower and did your skincare routine before you went to your room throwing on your light pink robe and sitting at your vanity to brush and blow dry your hair. You looked around your room in the mirror, a soft smile on your face. As much as you didn’t want to accept it, this had become your home and this room became your new comfort just like your childhood room. You guess your mom getting remarried wasn’t that big of a deal after all. Once your hair was dry you turned your blow dryer off and set it down, brushing through your hair a few more times before setting the brush down. You grabbed your Chanel perfume and did a couple spritz on yourself when all of a sudden you heard a groan. Your brows furrow a little as you set the bottle down, tuning in as you wait to hear it again.
“Just like that.” Your eyes widen as you hear Nicholas' husky voice on the other side of the wall. “Fuck, such a good girl for me aren’t you?” You knew you should have stopped listening, put some headphones in or shit even letting him know you could hear him but you remained in your spot at your vanity, leaning closer a little. You had never noticed before when you sat here how much you could hear him but in this moment, it was as if he was in the damn room with you, or well almost.
His loud groans filled your ears and as you continued leaning in you could faintly hear some wet sounds. Oh, oh, oh!
“That’s it, a little deeper, fuuuuck, good girl taking my cock down your pretty little throat so well.” You hear the girl gag a little and Nicholas groans again. “Mmm stay still baby.” You finally get up, stepping past your vanity as you press your ear against the wall, hearing rapid thrusting along with a lot of gagging and it that was all it took to know he was fucking her throat.
“Look at you, taking this shit like a champ, keep being a good girl like this and you’ll get my cock in that tight little pussy in no time.” It was then you realized you were getting turned on and even though you couldn’t see you could feel your cheeks becoming hot as you quickly back up, bumping into your vanity and knocking a few things over and well causing the mirror to hit the wall slightly. You freeze for a moment, listening for any sign that he heard anything but all you could hear was him still fucking the mystery girls throat. You quickly but quietly get to your bed and climb onto it grabbing your headphones and turning on some music to drown out the sounds.
After a while you took your headphones off, listening for any sounds but you heard none. You laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, still fully turned on. You couldn’t believe you had got so turned on by hearing your step brother getting his dick sucked. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time, it was too late to take a shower and since the house seemed silent you knew Nicholas had to be asleep. You know what? Fuck it. You pull up your little sleeping nightgown up and over your boobs, gasping softly as the cold air hits your nipples making them hard. You bring your hands and start squeeze your boobs a little before you start to pinch and pull at your nipples, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed. You pinch your nipples a little harder making you let out a little whimper, not thinking you would really like it but wanting to give it a try and you could feel your pussy become more wet.
“Mmm.” You moan a little as your hands start to travel down your body getting closer to your pussy making it clench around nothing in excitement. Slowly as you continue to get lost in the pleasure, teasing yourself a little, images of Nicholas doing this to you flood your mind. You couldn’t help it, you may have not heard a lot but it was still enough for you. You finally slip your hand into your underwear and slip two fingers into yourself easily.
“Nicholas.” You breathe out quietly, trying not to make too much noise. You thrust your fingers in and out softly, the sound of your own wetness filling your ears making your cheeks get hot again as you feel how turned on you got. Your free hand continues playing with your nipples, working yourself up even more. A semi loud moan slips past your lips but in this moment you did not care you just wanted to cum. And Nicholas had said before that he was a heavy sleeper so you weren’t too worried about it.
You curl your fingers up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you making you let out another semi loud moan, fully not realizing how loud it actually was. As you’re still lost in your pleasure, Nicholas is laying back on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he hears a soft moan, lifting his head up before he hears another and a smirk forms on his face. He knew you were listening earlier when he heard your vanity hit the wall and some stuff fell over. He was glad you could hear him, he wanted you to hear him, and from what he was currently hearing it turned you on. He quietly gets out of bed and walks over to the wall, pressing his ear against it where he could faintly hear you getting yourself off. He could hear all your moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy. He knew you were getting closer as your moans got a bit louder and your whimpers got a bit needier.
“That’s it princess, cum for your big brother.” He whispers to himself.
“Nicholas!” You gasp out as you cum and Nicholas’ smirk grew at the sound of his name falling from your lips and he knew right then and there. He makes his way over to his bed when he no longer hears anything, getting comfortable.
“Sweet dreams little sister.” He whispers before closing his eyes.
pairing— dad’s best friend!nicholas chavez x fem!reader
summary— sneaking around was thrilling, but back in LA, reality hit hard. when nicholas insisted your relationship couldn’t be more than sex, you pulled away but when he saw you entertaining another man at his party, jealousy took over.
warnings— age gap(reader is 19, nicholas is aged up to be 40), praise kink, sir kink, oral(m&f receiving), fingering, degrading kink, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, slight angst, confessions, possessiveness.
a/n— last part?🤭either way i’ll write other dbf!nicholas content.
Part I
The next morning, at the resort, your dad had felt guilty for ditching you two the night before, so he insisted that the three of you spend the day together. You went along with it, but it made sneaking around nearly impossible.
At the beach, you watched as Nicholas and your dad played soccer, just like they used to when they were younger. The sun glistened off Nicholas’ tanned skin, his muscles flexing with every move. You tried not to stare, but it was impossible. He looked good. Too good.
The moment was broken when a guy approached you, flashing a cocky grin. “Hey, beautiful. You here alone?”
Before you could even respond, your dad was at your side in an instant. “She’s not interested.”
Nicholas was right there too, his expression unreadable, but you caught the clench of his jaw, the way his hands balled into fists at his sides. Unlike your dad, you knew his anger wasn’t just protective—it was possessive. You saw right through him.
That was the moment it really hit you. If your dad ever found out you had a boyfriend, let alone that boyfriend being his own best friend—if he even suspected—you’d both be screwed. It wasn’t just a bad idea. It was dangerous. There would be hell to pay.
But that didn’t stop you.
For the rest of the trip, your dad barely let you out of his sight, still on edge after the catcalling incident. Sneaking away with Nicholas became a challenge, but you managed sneaky moments—a heated kiss behind the cabanas, his hands gripping your ass in the pool, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh under the dinner table. It wasn’t enough, but it had to be.
Now, back in LA, everything felt different. The rush, the secrecy, the thrill of almost getting caught, it was gone. And for the first time since you first let Nicholas fuck you, you felt the weight of it all.
The house was quiet, almost eerily so. No more crowded beaches, no more women distracting your dad, no more excuses to slip away with Nicholas. Your dad was at his company, and Nicholas, you had no idea what he was doing.
You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, your phone in hand. The silence was suffocating.
Then, as if on cue, your screen lit up.
Nicholas: Home alone?
Your stomach flipped. You hesitated before typing back.
You: Maybe. Why?
He responded immediately.
Nicholas: I’m coming over.
Your pulse quickened. You barely had time to process his words before the doorbell rang a few minutes later.
When you opened the door, Nicholas stood there, looking impossibly fine in a fitted black tee and jeans. “You just let strange men into your house when you're alone?” he teased, stepping inside before you could even invite him.
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please.”
Nicholas smirked, shutting the door behind him.
The air between you was heavy, silence settling as you stared at each other. It was the first time you’d been alone since coming back, and now, with no one watching, no risk of being caught—
“You miss me?” he asked, voice dipping lower.
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I saw you two days ago.”
Nicholas took a step closer, tilting his head. “That's not what I asked.”
“Did you miss me?” you asked, not looking away.
His hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him. “You have no idea.”
Your breath hitched. This was wrong—reckless—but you didn't care. You had already decided, no matter the risk, you weren’t going to let Nicholas go.
And as his lips hovered over yours, teasing, daring you to make the first move, you knew sneaking around would be impossible to resist.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down in a deep kiss. It was a culmination of built up tension and your pure need for him. As the kiss somehow deepened, his hands went under your ass, lifting you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
His lips then went to the sensitive spot on your neck, a moan leaving yo as he sucked. You could finally moan freely, there was no one to hear you.
“I missed those moans,” he said between nipping, as he rested you on the kitchen counter.
“And I miss that big cock.” He chuckled at your words and went on his knees. Your hands tangled in his dark hair as he slipped off your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion.
“Wet already?” he teased.
His head dipped before you could even answer, tongue gliding across your wet folds. He worked with precision, dark eyes looking up at you as his tongue focused on your clit. He flicked and nipped gently at it, his movements having your legs shaking and he barely started.
“Missed tasting your pussy so fucking much,” he growled.
Your toes curled and your back arched off the counter, his tongue’s assault having you on the brink of an intense orgasm. He abruptly slipped two fingers inside you, scissoring and curling them, his mouth practically engulfing your clit.
“N-nick, I’m gonna—”
Unable to finish your sentence, you squirted in his mouth and all over his fingers. He took you through your high, slurping your juices like it was the only thing that quenched his thirst. When he was satisfied from how much he made your legs shake, he stood up and pulled you in for a wet kiss. You savored the taste of yourself on his tongue, moaning into his lips before slipping off the counter and falling to your knees.
“My turn,” you smiled up at him.
His large hand caressed your cheek as you pulled down his pants swiftly along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang free, slapping against his abdomen and already leaking pre cum from the tip.
“Missed this big, hard, thick cock so much,” you teased, taking him in your hands.
“Fuck—you’re so dirty. Be a good little slut and suck it,” he urged.
You stroked his cock with both hands carefully, looking up at him with big doe eyes. Slowly, you took him into your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t fit. He took ahold of your pigtails, his jaw falling agape as you took him deeper and deeper.
“That’s it, princess. You’re so good at this,” he groaned.
His praises willed you on and you went faster, taking him deeper as you went, using as much tongue as you could. You were a sight for sore eyes, pre cum and saliva dripping down your chin and soaking your chest, mascara beginning to run down your cheeks. His hips slowly thrusted, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. Your hands massaged his balls and you felt them tighten under your touch.
You paused briefly, taking him out of your mouth. “Cum down my throat, please sir.”
His hips bucked and with a deep guttural moan, he came down your throat. You stroked him as he came, drawing every last drop of his cum from his cock.
“Oh my fucking God. You’re a dream, a fantasy come to life,” he panted. He pulled you to stand, his lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss that left you breathless. He practically sucked your tongue, tasting himself before pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist once more, grinding against his hard cock.
“I need you so fucking bad, Nicholas,” you whined.
“Oh sweetheart, I need you more. Never had a pussy this good, this fucking addictive.”
He impaled you on his cock, taking your breath away. He stilled inside you, walking up the long flight of stairs to your room. As he entered, he placed you on the bed, hovering with his cock pulsing inside you.
He began moving with harsh, deep strokes, the headboard slapping against the wall as he did. With every thrust, you felt him hit your g spot and your cervix in a way no one else ever had. In a way no one else ever could. His gaze locked on yours, eyes lust blown and filled with desire as his cock dragged across your pulsating walls.
“You’re all fucking mine. Every single one of your holes is mine,” he growled, tone filled with possessiveness.
“Yes, sir. All yours,” you croaked out.
He ripped your top, finding you without a bra and swirled his tongue over your nipples. His thrusts became faster, feeling your pussy clench around him from the pleasure.
“Keep going, just like that,” you moaned, your pussy clamping around him tightly.
He bit down gently on your nipple then reached between your bodies to rub your clit and that was enough to tip you over the edge. He stared into your eyes as you fell apart beneath him, your pussy soaking his cock.
“That’s a good girl. You like how a real man fucks you? Yeah?”
You nodded your head, tears prickling the corner of your eyes he continued rubbing your clit.
Swiftly, he flipped you on top of him, his cock still buried inside your aching pussy.
“Ride me. Show me how much you love this fat fucking cock. Show me how much you crave your dad’s best friend’s cock,” he murmured.
He leaned against the headboard, bucking his hips as you began bouncing wildly.
“So obedient. That’s it, ride your cock.”
Hearing him refer to himself as yours had you feeling something you’d never felt before. Maybe it was the reassurance that there could be something real, something serious between you—whatever it was, it left you aching. In response, you lifted your hips higher, slamming yourself down on him so he could feel how deep he was inside you. He let out a breathy moan, clutching the sheets below as his eyes averted from your tits bouncing to his dick disappearing inside your pussy.
“You like how I ride you, baby?” you asked, your pussy grinding against him.
“I fucking love it,” he panted. “And if you keep that up, I’m not gonna fucking last.”
Those were exactly the words you wanted to hear. You leaned down, putting one of your tits in his mouth and he squeezed your ass while he sucked. He thrusted up into you, meeting your bounces, the angle making him reach even deeper inside you.
“Oh God—I’m gonna cum, you’re fucking me so good,” you cried.
Your body shook on top of him as you creamed and soaked him. He gripped onto you as though you were his anchor, moaning deeply as ropes of his warm cum spurted deep inside you.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he moaned, holding you down as every drop of his cum went inside you.
Your body went limp on top of him as he slowly thrusted. He pressed kisses on the top of your head, his hand caressing your ass.
You both winced as he pulled out, his cum oozing from your pussy. He pulled you into his arms as you lay on your side, his gaze locked with yours.
“You did so well for me princess, are you okay?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.
You nodded, smiling tiredly.
Nicholas lifted you effortlessly, his hands firm and careful as he carried you to your bathroom. His touch felt different, less rushed, less frantic. He wasn’t just touching you, he was taking care of you.
The warm water cascaded over your skin as he bathed you, his hands gentle as he lathered soap over your shoulders, down your arms, across your back. He didn’t say much, just focused on you, and you found yourself watching him. The way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, the way his fingers traced over you with a gentleness that contradicted the strength in his grip.
Something stirred in your chest—something deeper than attraction, something more than lust.
Did you actually like him?
You weren’t sure if it was just the sex, the secrecy, the way he made you feel. But you wanted more. If that was even possible.
The thought sat heavy on your tongue, hesitant, unsure, but you still asked, voice quieter than you intended.
“Would we ever—I mean, could we ever be something more? Something serious?
Nicholas stilled, his hands pausing against your skin. Then, after a beat, he let out a soft chuckle—low, almost amused, but there was something sad beneath it.
“You know that’s not possible,” he said gently, rinsing the soap from your skin.
You went quiet, frowning slightly.
He sighed. “Your dad is my best friend. And you’re young—you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, so much to experience. I wouldn’t want to hold you down.”
You wanted to protest, to tell him you didn’t care about any of that. That all you wanted was him. That he was the only experience you’d ever need, that he was exactly your type, and that you didn’t want to be with anyone else.
But all you did was nod.
And even though the warm water was still running, you couldn’t ignore the cold ache in your chest.
When he finished, he wrapped a towel around you, drying you off with the same care before handing you one of your oversized sweaters. You pulled it on, the fabric swallowing you as you climbed back into bed, curling up beneath the covers.
The air felt different now. At least, to you.
Nicholas leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment. “I was thinking we could go out for lunch,” he said. “Maybe hang out at my place after, I’ll show you a few scripts.”
You shook your head. “I’m tired.”
He studied you for a second. “You sure?”
“I’m sure,” you said. “I just need to catch up on sleep.”
Nicholas nodded slowly. “Alright.”
You pulled the blanket higher, barely looking at him. “Lock the door on your way out.”
He lingered for a moment longer, like he wanted to say something, but then he left. And as the door clicked shut behind him, you exhaled, pressing your face into the pillow.
You had caught feelings for him. For your dad’s best friend. And he’d just told you that nothing could ever come of it.
What was the point of continuing then? It was a losing game. If you kept seeing him, kept touching him, kept wanting him, you’d only fall deeper. And the feelings would never be returned.
So for the next few days, you ignored his calls. His texts. You needed space—needed time to push him from your mind.
But that didn’t last long.
The next weekend, Nicholas’ team threw a party at his mansion, and of course, you and your father were invited.
You took your time getting ready, picking out a dress that hugged your body in all the right places. Maybe it was petty, but if Nicholas was going to act like you were just some girl who’d eventually move on, you wanted to remind him exactly what he was trying to resist.
When you arrived, Nicholas was the first to greet you at the door.
His eyes raked over you, staying a second too long, but his expression remained unreadable.
“Glad you could make it,” he said, but you caught the tension in his voice.
You offered him a polite smile, nothing more. “Thanks for the invite.”
Then you turned and walked away, leaving him alone with your dad.
And you didn’t have to look back to know he was watching your ass as you went.
The party was in full swing, music loud, lights low, drinks flowing. You were seated on a plush couch in the corner of the room, a guy you’d just met sitting far too close. His hand rested on your thigh, fingers tracing patterns against your skin. You didn’t move away.
You could feel Nicholas watching.
His gaze was heavy, burning into you from across the room. He was standing tense, drink in hand, pretending to listen to whatever conversation your father was having, but his eyes never left you.
You laughed softly at something the guy said, tilting your head back slightly, resting it against his shoulder in a way that was entirely too familiar. The same way you used to rest against Nicholas after he wore you out, breathless and satisfied.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
And it worked.
Because the next thing you knew, Nicholas was striding across the room, jaw clenched, eyes dark. He didn’t stop when he reached you, didn’t acknowledge the guy sitting beside you—just grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the couch.
“We need to talk,” he said, voice firm.
“Uh—” The guy looked between the two of you, confused. “Dude—I mean, Mr. Chavez.”
Nicholas didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at him.
You didn’t protest, letting him lead you through the house, past people too drunk to notice, down the hall until he shoved open a door and pulled you inside.
The door shut with a click, and you crossed your arms. “What the hell was that?”
Nicholas ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “I’m sorry.”
You frowned. “For what?”
“For what I said before,” he admitted. “I know it affected you.”
You searched his face. “Then why did you say it?”
“Because I’m used to pushing people away,” he said, voice quieter now. “Because I was scared—of losing you, of losing my best friend. I thought it was easier to end it before it got too complicated."
You held his gaze for a moment before exhaling, shaking your head. “No one has to know, Nicholas. But, you were right.”
His expression flickered, like he wasn’t expecting that.
You took a step back, leaning against the dresser. “You were right,” you repeated. “I have my entire life ahead of me. So much to experience.”
His jaw tightened. “No.”
You let out a soft laugh. “No?”
“Yeah,” he stepped closer, closing the space between you. “No. I take back what I said.”
You looked up at him, brows raised slightly.
“You think boys your age know how to treat a woman?” he asked, voice low.
You swallowed, but didn’t answer.
He stepped even closer, backing you against the dresser now, hands bracing on either side of you. “You think they know how to make you feel good?”
Heat crawled up your neck.
His eyes darkened. “You think they know how to make you squirt and scream on dick like I do?”
Silence.
He smirked slightly. “That’s what I thought.”
You sucked in a breath, your mind racing, your heart pounding in your chest.
Nicholas tilted his head, watching you carefully. “I don’t care what happens,” he murmured. “I’m not letting you go.”
You blinked up at him.
“You’re mine,” he said. “You’re not going to give me that pussy and then take it away.”
Your breath hitched slightly at his words.
He gazed at you, then arched a brow. “Say it.”
Your lips parted. “I’m yours.”
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Good girl.”
You exhaled shakily, still trying to process everything, but Nicholas was already stepping back, his face returning to that unreadable expression.
“Now,” he said. “Go back out there and tell that kid you’re not interested.”
You hesitated.
Nicholas lifted a brow. “And tell him you’re only into older men.”
Your stomach tightened. “Okay sir.”
His smirk widened slightly. “Good girl.”
Then he opened the door, stepping aside to let you walk ahead of him. You did, feeling his presence right behind you as you both reentered the party.
But just as you reached the crowd, the moment shattered.
Your father spotted the two of you and waved Nicholas over.
Nicholas let go of your hand immediately.
And just like that, everything snapped back into place, the secrecy, the sexual tension, the unspoken heaviness of it all.
summary: you complain to your stepbrother about your insomnia. fortunately, he has the solution for this issue.
contains: smut, 18+ content mdni, stepcest, stepbro!nicholas, sort of romantic/fluffy, slight age gap (reader is 19, nick is 22), reader is lowkey gullible, pwnp, fingering, finger riding, clit play, under the clothes, squirting, cum eating, risk kink, praise kink, aftercare.
a/n: whew this had me tingling! hope it’s the same for ya’ll 😫 sometimes foreplay can be lowkey sexier than actual intercourse. it’s the ✨tension✨ for me, that’s jmo. anyways, thank you all for the support! i’ll get on those requests.
“shh, you don’t wanna wake up mommy and daddy do you, princess?”
your stepbrother, nicholas, lowly whispered as his hand was buried deep within your silk black pajama pants patterned with white hearts, his ring and middle fingers moving like clockwork in the depths of your clenching walls. you tried to keep yourself quiet as possible, but due to nicholas’ skill, it was damn near impossible.
“mm. mm-mhm.” you manage to whimper, feeling so bashful under his searing, ebony gaze. your chest heaved deliberately as the spaghetti straps of your top started to droop down the skin of your shoulders. your leaned back with your hands placed firmly flat on his mattress, your fingers practically clawed at his plaid sheets. instinctively, you bucked your hips in tandem to the motion of his fingers, softly hissing through your teeth when nicholas brought his thumb to swipe against your sensitive button. a strained whine escaped from you when he pinched it between his thumb and index.
“shh, easy, princess. i’ll give you what you need.” he seductively reassured, pushing his fingers further within your wet heat. what you really needed was some sleep.
ever since your mom married his dad, things have been interesting concerning your relationship with nicholas. he wasn’t a bad stepbrother. he was chill, protective, charming, funny, and an all around good “brotherly” figure to have around. if by brotherly, you mean coming to him with a request for advice on your boy issues, then hell yes. you’ve already talked it out with girls, but who understood guys better than—a guy? nicholas always knew what to say and you would easily follow his advice because it actually got you asked out by your crush! you were grateful to him and you’d never dare to say it out loud to a living soul, but you thought he was—hot. even if it weren’t for the circumstances of being bound by your parent’s marriage, you wouldn’t lie that you had a tiny crush on your stepbrother. it kind of made you jealous how your friends could easily fawn over him and rave about how handsome he is while you couldn’t even courtly agree, so that you wouldn’t come off as a perverted creep.
besides, he was just easy to talk to and hang out with.
this night in particular would completely shift your whole family dynamic. it was two in the morning and you couldn’t sleep, no matter how long you closed your eyes, you weren’t lulled into slumber like you should. that’s when you got up from the comfort of your bed, walked quietly passed your parent’s bedroom down the hall, and found yourself right in front of nicholas’ bedroom door that was slightly cracked open. you peeped through the small opening to see that he was still awake himself, scrolling and typing away on his phone while laying on his bed. respecting his privacy, you lift your knuckles to knock the “secret code” you two created to signal to each other when you wanted access to each other’s rooms. within seconds, you heard the springs of the mattress creak as your stepbrother received the signal and his footsteps quietly, yet deliberately reached the door before he opened it wider to reveal his six foot figure leaning against the doorframe. it was dark, but you could still see that he was wearing a black ribbed tank top that showed off his large biceps with grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips, his signature gold cross chain around his neck twinkled in the darkness. fuck, no matter what he wore, he always managed to look amazingly hot.
you try not to gawk too long before he’d start to notice. you swallowed quickly before uttering an awkward greeting in a low, breathy voice.
“hey.” you say, hiding your hands behind your back. it was something you did when you were nervous.
nicholas raised a brow, tilting his head in concern before running a hand through his already messy, brown hair.
“hey.” he reciprocated, his voice raspy, but low enough so only both of you could hear. “are you okay, y/n?”
at his inquiry, you shake your head.
“i can’t sleep. can—can i hang out in here with you? i hope i’m not intruding.” you ask, your doe eyes meeting his what was once a sleepy gaze, instantly lit up at your request.
“uh, yeah—sure. make yourself comfortable.”
nicholas nods before giving a once over to his bed and steps aside to allow you inside of his bedroom. as you take your spot at the foot of the bed, he slowly closes the door, careful not to make a sound that could wake your sleeping parents. after switching on the lamp, he steps over to the bed and comfortably takes a seat a mere foot away from you because he respects your space as you do his. nicholas leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees as his eyes meet with yours.
“so what’s keeping you awake tonight, hm? is everything okay with you?”
you shift, clasping your hands on your laps and shrugging your shoulders.
“i don’t know—maybe it’s stress. i’ve tried everything to get relaxed enough. a hot shower, chamomile tea. hell, i even put on one of those sleep hypnosis videos and it still didn’t work, nicholas.” you explain, counting on your fingers as he takes in every word and giving an attentive nod. with a hum from his chest, nicholas straightens up his posture before giving your figure a quick examination, raking his eyes up and down. now, you were starting to feel like an idiot at his silence, but you weren’t expecting what was going to come out mouth next.
“i don’t think you’ve tried everything.” he states, casually leaning back on the bed, his hands giving him leverage. you shoot him a puzzled look and turn your body to completely face him with a furrowed gaze.
“well—what do you mean? what do you think can put me to sleep and keep me asleep this late, nicholas?” you question, unconsciously leaning forward as you were itching to find the solution. nicholas’ guidance has never really failed you, so you were eager for his opinion on the matter. he didn’t move an inch as you came closer, there was something different that twitched inside of him. at the sight of your scantily clad upper body in that black and white polka-hearted top with the lace hugging the melanated mounds of your breasts was merely a few inches from his bare chest, he couldn’t resist a quick glance to the display before meeting your soft, pleading gaze.
“here’s my solution— an orgasm.” he blatantly suggests, his eyes flickering to a certain suggestive light. you were bit inexperienced in that area, so it was only natural that the heat of embarrassment scorched your skin, your mouth agape as nicholas struck you speechless.
“a what?” you ask, registering what you just heard.
nicholas could only chuckle at your reaction which he found to be absolutely adorable. he loved that your unique beauty and your trusting nature painted an image of naivety that just turned him on. he couldn’t deny that you came to him for almost everything under the sun, it made him feel a sense of purpose, power, and control. a lazy smile painted on his chiseled face paired with those half-lidded bedroom eyes of his that always put you in a tizzy.
“c’mon, we’re both adults here. i know you heard me, but i’ll say it again: an orgasm can help get you to sleep.”
“how do you know?” you question with a tilt of your head, but then it all the dots start to connect, realization painted on your already heated face.
“that means you’ve done it before.”
“atta girl!”
with a snicker, he pats the top of your head in which you shake him off.
“so—sex can wear you out like that?”
he nods before giving you a further explanation.
“well, all aspects of sex can do that. from fucking to masturbation. even oral, depending on how intense it is.”
at the mention of masturbation, it was now your turn to deliberately nod.
“i guess that makes sense. god, i sound so sexually uneducated and i’m almost twenty for fuck’s sakes.” you exasperatedly sigh, nicholas chuckled and scooted closer towards you making his leg brush against yours.
“it’s no big deal, it’s all about knowing your body in your time. you’ll get there, y/n.” he reassures you with a sincere gaze.
“see, that’s the problem, nicholas.”
“what is?”
“i can’t get there. like—when i, y’know.” you pause, gesturing towards your lower region. “i’m relaxed, but i can’t finish. i want to go back to my room and take your advice, but i don’t think i can do it. i feel like there’s something wrong me—”
“stop.” nicholas immediately cuts you off, placing his index finger on your lips. who knew that a touch so small could send such a surge of electricity through your entire body? your silence was his cue for him to continue.
“listen to me, okay? there’s nothing wrong with you and anyone who’s made you feel otherwise, can fuck themselves.”
your stepbrother pauses to carefully examine your natural features. he found you, his stepsister, to be absolutely breathtaking. nicholas absolutely loathed the circumstances of this situation as his feelings for you never changed from the very moment he and his father had dinner with you and your mother. you were his everything and you didn’t know it all. you didn’t know of all his yearning for your voice, your laughter, and your body. your presence had him fucked up in a million different ways and in this moment between you, he couldn’t hide it any longer.
“i believe—you’re absolutely perfect.”
your heart skipped a beat at your stepbrother’s confession, did he just confess his feelings? had you been blind that he saw you the way you saw him? one part of you was elated while the other erased the possible consequences if anyone figured out the bond between you was more than platonic, especially your parents.
“nicholas, i—” you start, but he interrupts you again, his face inching closer to yours as the tip of your noses brush against each other.
“if you feel like you can’t do it, then i can help you.”
your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes searching his for clarity on his statement as his lips ghosted over yours.
“you’d do that? but, i’ve never had—”
nicholas’ large hand came up to rest on your cheek, his thumb swiping across your flaming skin in reassurance.
“we’re not going that far, babe. especially not with mom and dad in the house, but we can unpack that later—what i need to know is do you want me to help you go to sleep tonight?”
your mind was already made up, there was no way you could pass an opportunity like this. all the cares and worries of getting caught now gave you the craving of the thrill that you’d be been waiting for and stepbrother was your the right person to do so.
“mm-hm.” you murmur, nodding your head as your heart rate increased in tempo within your chest. the familiar tingly sensation pools in between your legs.
“that won’t work for me, sweetheart, use your words.” he softly demands, his hand sliding from your face down to your waist to shorten the distance between you.
“yes, nicholas, yes! please—” at your desperate pleas, your stepbrother closes the gap between you by smashing his lips on yours, a line that both of you have been dying to cross for months. your hesitant at first, but once you get the feeling of his intoxicating touch, you fall right into his rhythm as his tongue skillfully wraps around yours, causing you to hum in satisfaction deep into his mouth. he pulls away after a few seconds, you pout as worry creeps in.
“did i do something wrong? was i bad?” you frantically questioned in a whisper, feeling self-conscience about the act you were committing. nicholas calmed the fret in your voice by placing another kiss to your lips, a deep hum of satisfaction erupts from his chest as you relax in his arms and return the affection. he pulls back again.
“no, no, sweetheart. you’re doing just fine. just wanna let you know m’bout to touch you. you okay with that, baby?”
you were about to nod, but then remembered that nicholas needed your verbal consent, so you quickly changed your tune.
“y-yes, go ahead.” your voice shaky, but affirmative enough for him to continue by snaking his hand under your tank top to cop a feel of one your breasts. you shiver when his rough palm meets the plush skin, rewarding it with a squeeze. you want to cry out when he brings his other hand in and starts to knead your chest beneath your shirt, but you bite down on your lip to not a make sound.
“fuck, your tits feel so perfect. i’ve always thought they were—it’s like they were made just f’me.” he whispered before gazing up to see your strained, but blissful face. with a quiet chuckle, he makes things worse when he starts to spread wet, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbone. your grip on his sheets tighten when he moves from your breasts down the trail of your stomach and navel until he made it right above the waistline of your matching pants. before he could even ask, it was now your turn to make a demand. it was getting late, you just wanted to sleep.
“i want you to touch me, nicholas.” you pause by holding onto his wrist to inch his hand deeper into your pants, “please.”
“eager, aren’t we? be a good girl and spread those legs f’me.”
you do as you’re told and your breath hitches when his fingers slide beneath your clothing. nicholas chuckles as he figures out that you’re completely bare, giving him easy access to your throbbing, wet core.
“no underwear? guess you’re not as innocent as i thought.” he comments, not wasting time for his fingers to graze along your slit. when the pads of his middle and ring make light, pressured circles around your clit, you whimper before you hastily cover your mouth before you take it away once you have control of sounds—or so you thought when one finger eased its way inside, stretching your walls as they clench around him.
“you’re so tight, sweetheart. m’gonna put another finger in, ‘kay?”
with that, his ring joins in with his middle, both working in tandem as they push in and pull out so fluidly it makes your leg spread and head spin. when his fingertips hit that one spot, you gasped, holding onto his wrist to signal for him to hit it right there. nicholas wasn’t playing around as he instantly picked up on your cue, pumping his fingers faster against the erogenous area of your walls.
“s-shit, nicholas that feels s-so—” you try to stammer out, but he interrupts you by placing his free finger on your lips.
“shh. try not to make a sound. you don’t wanna get caught do you?”
you shake your head, stifling your mewls by swallowing.
“that’s my good girl. m’gonna make you feel so fucking good, beautiful.” he boasts by pressing his thumb over your clit again, rapidly jutting it up and down in which your hips instinctively buck into his fingers. the only sounds you could hear in the room is the light squelching of your sex combined with the muffled “hm, hm, hm” buried in your mouth as the familiar heat deep in the pit of you began to burn.
“c-close.” you murmur loud enough for only him to hear, you lean back as your hips were squirming against his gliding digits.
“i know, baby, i know. do something f’me okay? c’mere.” he beckoned you closer in which you did before his free arm guides one of yours to grasp onto his shoulder, you follow suit by taking your other and placing it on the respective shoulder, so that you could hold onto him with a firm grip.
“move with me, baby. ride my fingers.” he moved his fingers steadily as you begin to grind your hips in the perfect rhythm, his thumb never ceasing its affection on your sensitive, puffy button. it was all driving you so crazy, that your nails dug into the skin of his muscular shoulders before you practically bounced yourself at a rapid speed on his fingertips, your breath now labored with each thrust.
“oh, fuck. oh, fuck, nick! m’gonna cum!” you softly bellowed, the pitch of your voice getting higher.
“fuck, go ahead, gorgeous. make a mess all over of me. i got you.”
before you could utter another sound, nicholas grabbed you by the neck to pull you into a passionate kiss, where you poured every single lewd sound you had pent up melt into his mouth as your tongues reunite in a sensual dance. there were so many sensations going on at once from above to below, that the slow simmer of the heat coiled inside of you grew hotter until it finally exploded. as it occurred, you pulled back from him, tightly grasping his wrist as intense tidal waves of pleasure surged through you, causing to weakly you double over into his chest. your mouth was wide open, but not a sound came out as your juices flowed onto his fingers and poured down your thighs. after you rode out your high, nicholas slide his fingers out to take a taste of the glistening substance that poured on his hand. a hug mixed with some soft profanity left his lips at the new taste—his next idea brewing in his filthy mind.
“you did so well, angel.” he wrapped his burly arms around your shaky, fucked out form, resting a kiss to your forehead. he noticed that you were quiet, his brown eyes descending towards you to see that you were knocked out cold in sweet slumber after such an encounter. if he could, he’d sit here all night watching you sleep in his arms, but he had to put you back in bed before sunrise, so that your parents wouldn’t be suspicious. ever so stealthy, he picked you up bridal style and walked quietly to your open bedroom before gingerly placing you in the sheets, pulling them over to conceal you from the chest down. he was even kind enough to find your protective satin bonnet, gently lifting your head to securely place it over one of the many hairstyles that he always found to be stunning on you. nicholas’ soft, coffee gaze lingered on your peaceful, sleeping figure before he leaned forward to lay one last kiss on your head.
“sweet dreams, princess.”
after he bid you a tender goodnight, he gazed down at the stiff arousal within his sweats. nicholas concluded that he had to take his own advice of putting himself to sleep within the privacy of his bedroom.
a/n: its official ml’s im posting xx please read the warnings
word count: 871
warnings: smut, exhibitionism ( sort of ), praise, obsessed!nic, famous!reader, nic speaks a bit of french, blowjob, let me know if I missed any ;)
As you and Nicholas stepped out onto the red carpet, all eyes turned to the both of you with Nicholas's hand snaking protectively around your waist as questions were shouted forcefully towards you.
“y/n can we get a spin!?” a paparazzi yelled. Nicholas’ hand moved swiftly from your waist to your hand and spun you slowly leaning in for a kiss. He tends to feel overprotective at these events wanting to make sure EVERYONE knows you belong to him and him only.
Following the red carpet everyone was swiftly moved to the dinner room with round tables covered in white lace tablecloths and wine glasses tied with silk black ribbon that perfectly matches your dress and nicholas’ tie. “ A drink mon cheri?” Nicholas whispered. “ Sauv blanc ,mon amour” you teased.
Time passed as dinner was served and before you knew it a rough hand was resting on your thigh. It was inevitable that this would happen as it always does, especially at these types of events, when you don't give Nic as much attention as usual. “ y/n, is it almost time to go home?” he shook. You ignored the man's pleas and continued the conversation across the table with another guest. You felt his patience withering thin, pushing his limits. “ I'm sorry excuse us” he spoke up before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your chair. “ nic! Let me go.” you muttered. He continued before you were both in a dim lighted hallway. Where only the orange shadow from the lights was casting over the two of you. Nic pulled you in by your waist, smashing his lips to his own fighting for dominance with his tongue.
I mean how could you refuse the man infront of you, “ fuck princess the things this dress does to me” tracing his hands over the silk on your figure,breathless. “nic , not here we could be caught” you pull away fighting for a breath. But that didn't stop him as the kiss deepens, his hands travelled up to your breasts squeezing with slight pressure. His mouth swallowed any sounds that escaped your delicate lips. “You feel this” As he dragged your hand down towards the tent in his dress pants. “ That's what you do to me, i cant even last one night without you princess” he pleaded. He continued to reach down to your thighs slipping his hands beneath you dress pulling the silk up onto your hips and hooking two fingers into your panties moving them to the side. soaked. “ this wet, all for me?” you looked up at him nodding “ you want me mon cheri?” he asked. Again you nod. “Words”. “ Yes, please, I need you, I'm desperate.” He smirked. “ good girl”.
He was strong, his grip tightening on your waist, making your insides stirr. The way his plump lips travelled over your soft skin, and the raw need in his eyes. But you couldn't stop yourself from leaning in closer as his hands gripped firmer not far from bruising. You were so entwined in the situation you didn't even realise your hands had found his chest gripping onto his crisp white dress shirt. Swiftly, he turned you around pushing you against the cold brick wall as he travelled his hand down the curve of your waist to your ass giving it a light squeeze, gathering the smooth silk covering you. Hastily he tore your shortly lived lace panties, gasping at the noise. “ dont stress, I'll buy as many as you want” he chuckled. You could basically feel the smirk as he stuffed them into his pocket.
“ y/n, tell me you want this, tell me that you're mine.” he paused. “ I'm all yours my love” you smiled cheekily. Before hearing a rushed zip followed by a deep exhale from nicholas. Less than 5 seconds passed before you felt him enter you with a harsh thrust. As breathy moans escaped your glossed lips he reached his hand around to your mouth clasping it over your mouth. “ shh, remember we don't want us getting caught now do we?” he said, you could hear the strain in his voice. “ holy shit baby, i could fuck this pussy all day if youd let me” speeding his pace up just enough to feel him pressing against your cervix. You could feel the pit of heat rising in your stomach knowing you definitely were not lasting long. Nicholas let out strained groans as he felt you tighten around him. “ Do that again and I won't be able to pull out.” His harsh thrusts continued steadily until you chased your release feeling a blur come over you arching your back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“good girl” nic chuckled watching you overcome your release as he was close to follow. He gripped your waist spinning you around. “On your knees princess,” he said. You followed his commands falling to your knees looking up at him with glassy eyes and a fucked out expression. Knowingly you wrapped your hands delicately around his length slowly moving your hands up around chasing his orgasm. Leaning in you licked his tip teasingly watching how his head rolled back exposing his adams apple followed by a deep groan “ fuck im gonna come, open your mouth” he demanded. And you sat there mouth open, awaiting his release on your tongue. He let out a last moan as he finished.
“Round 2 at home?”
THE END
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ive recently got a macbook and wondering if i should start writing!? if so leave some recommendations so i dont suffer from writers block. However i do have one idea hehe. LET ME KNOW XOXO
ive recently got a macbook and wondering if i should start writing!? if so leave some recommendations so i dont suffer from writers block. However i do have one idea hehe. LET ME KNOW XOXO
current obsessions: making my own perfumes with my fragrance kit from school, braided ponytails, prescribed skincare, and finding peace in baking again
last movie- paw patrol the movie (my lil cousin was at my house lmao)
sweet/spicy/savory: mostly sweet, but depends.
last thing i googled: best appetizers with soup
current obsessions: snoopy, pink, nicholas alexander chavez, skincare, my new ugg tasmans that’s coming in a few days, my birthday presents, new seasons of my fav shows.
looking forward to: being better person, getting closer to God.
no pressure tags: @greengoblinswifey @hopefully-saturn @austeenbootler @hoffmansgirl @simply-lovley44 @niteskysx @artyandink
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