Roommates to Lovers | Wang Yixiang
Nicholas has had enough. By the end of the night, he will make you his.
Nico was so soft and warm. Though, it doesn’t always seem like it to others, but you and your friends knew.
You and three friends took a road trip to the country side, wanting to sightsee and swim in a large, briefly lake.
Nico undoubtedly made you feel comfortable in his presence. Throughout the day, he made sure you were fed, he rubbed sunscreen all over your back and neck, he shared his ice cream and smoothies with you and made sure you had enough water to drink in the humid air. This didn’t go without your friends making jokes or wriggling their eyebrows at the two of you. They also didn’t stop when you insisted there was nothing going on between you and him.
Nico had a teasing nature, but not to make you feel bad or anything. He loved your reactions. Your red cheeks, stuttering sentences. Out of the entire friend group, he enjoyed rage baiting you the most.
You have a witty mouth but he’d know how to make you bite your tongue.
Everyone had retired to their own bungalow, while you and Nico had to share one.
As the night went on, Nico’s voice grew raspier and deeper, sounding even hotter than you could’ve imagined.
Around the star lit sky, you and him spend the night trying not to look at each other for too long, but it was so hard, especially for Nico. You two laughed easily together, and when the night deepened, an intimacy grew between the two of you.
A distant owl called, and the late night was quiet. Too quiet. You settled back into a slumber, shifting in the covers for a more comfortable position.
“Are you cold?” Nico’s voice sounded behind you. You froze. Too close. If you turned slightly, you’d come face to face with him.
It was a simple question. You only needed to answer yes or no, but you couldn’t. Your heart thrummed in your heart.
“What are you doing by my side?”
“I saw you cuddling yourself,” he continued in that voice that made you melt.
“Here,” he said, ignoring your question, and draping a soft blanket over you. You still couldn’t bring yourself to move as he wrapped it over your bare shoulders.
You could feel the heat from him as his fingers brushed your soft skin, then over the strap of your tank top.
He leaned towards your feet, hunching over your body. His features were pretty, so pretty with the moonlight shining on him.
He tucked the blanket under your legs, then paused. “You’re not wearing any socks?” he lightly scolded you.
“I did - they come off on their own in the middle of the night.” You began to move under the covers in search of them. “Where are they?”
Nico pressed his hands on your shoulders quickly. “I just tucked you in. Don’t ruin my work,” he teased. “I will…” he felt the temperature of one of your feet. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” he exclaimed, a frown forming on his face, and immediately went to rub his warm hands on your feet. The largeness of them covered each foot easily. Slowly, he began massaging them, and your carves.
Your heart began to stutter. This was insanity. He never did something like this. You didn’t even hear him entering the room and you were certain you locked the door.
“I have extra pairs. You can wear mine.”
“I can just look for them quickly.”
“Let me take care of you.”
Yes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You felt like you were troubling him.
“You don’t have a boyfriend. Do you?”
Heat rose to your cheeks. “No,” you whispered.
“Good, because I want to make you mine.”
A sharp gasp released from your lips, and his eyes fell to them. He leaned towards you, and you shifted back into the bed.
He shot you a glare, eyebrows raised. “You’re not going anywhere.”
It was as if something feral in him was unleashed. A dark storm in his eyes as he stared at you. You froze, and he took this moment to press his lips against you, and shift you onto your back. You were happy but nervous to kiss him. Kissing was the most you had done with anyone before. By how hungry his touch was on your skin, and how he gripped your waist and pulled you into him, you knew it wouldn’t end there.
You lowered your hand and placed it on his hard chest, the other around his neck.
His kisses along your neck grew more intense. He bit at your tender skin, and wrapped his arm around to unclasp the bikini bra you still had on. The weather at night allowed it.
You let out a surprised gasp, and he looked at you with mischievous yet adoring eyes. “You sound so pretty,” he said as he took the bra off, revealing your smooth breasts.
“Fuck,” he moaned, mesmerised. “Call my name.”
You squealed in surprise. He leaned down to cover one nipple in his mouth, and kneaded the other in his large hand. Then, he bit down. Hard. Leaving a bruised red across your warm skin. You quivered in his arms and tried to shift away. “Ah.”
You released soft mewls. “Your voice drives me crazy, you know that?”
The look on his face while he looked up at you with your breast in his mouth was intoxicating. Your heart skittered. His entire body was over yours, with no room for you to escape. And; he knew this. “You can fight me if you want. I’m going to make you call my name, whether you want to or not.”
