.⋆♱: idol!nicholas x non-idol!reader. after the release of the photos from nicholas' fashion project "wenoism", reader had some "complications" when she got to look at them. (omfg i suck at summarizations), bsfs minju and yunah mentioned✌️
.☘︎ ݁˖: obvious from the title, yn got that lil freak in em (👅)
.⋆♱: yes chat i know it's obvious that im going fkin crazy over ts and yes i also took the opportunity to write another thirsty ass fic on it🙏 #needthatcookiesobad
♬⋆.˚ "tell me how good it feels to be needed."
"oh my god." the silver utensils that were hanging off of her fingers clinked down onto her plate, that was messed with her unfinished food as her jaw slid down from the instagram story that was displayed on her screen.
the sudden noise made minju and yunah look up from their own plates with startled eyes, abruptly stopped chewing to quickly look around them in embarrassment by the dramatic shit y/n pulled off. now they got some weird looks from the other people around their table
"we're in a public space y/n, can we not-" yunah hissed through her teeth with a forced smile. apologetically looking at the other people who turned their way.
meanwhile y/n couldn't be budged as the thing on her screen is way more concerning than those people giving them judgemental glares right now. because what pictured on her phone was nicholas literally shirtless, and that damn fabric was doing nothing to cover anything up. he didn't even try to hide that this was anything but modeling. it's just a literal thirst trap to look at, no exaggeration.
because you call that an endorsement for your brand?
"y/n we're getting stared at please stop" minju stammered, getting awkward by the judgy glares they were receiving. don't even mention how yunah reasoned "she took some shots" to explain the odd behavior. when she's actually crazy as hell even without sipping anything yet.
she didn't even know the purpose of those damn photos for. whether it's a fashion project or brand announcement, it gave him absolutely no reason to be making everybody stepped on earth thirst like that.
and with these two women, they were no stranger to the fact that their senior idol is her boyfriend. it didn't even make sense to them the first time she said "my boyfriend? i met this guy named nicholas wang by the park the other day" because how does one get linked up in a relationship with an idol that casually? apparently, she was completely oblivious that he was one until he said it. and the only thing she replied with is "well that explain your looks"
minju beside her snatched her phone, clicking it off and hiding the screen beneath the table. having to do it to save y/n's remaining dignity, because if there were dispatch spies hanging around them and they happened to catch a snap of her phone, having nicholas fully postered up in there, she might as well deport herself or something
"we get that your boyfriend is hot okay but you're asking to be in a dispatch article by this" minju remarked, giving her a wide eyed glare before shoving her phone back to her from beneath.
y/n flinching from the force, she held her gadget back into her hold and proceeded to use the other free hand to eat. and it was not hard to notice the slight tint of red that bloomed onto her cheeks.
though her phone was closed off, she can vividly imagine that photo of nicholas in her mind again and again.
his toned figure was something she hadn't seen yet, at all. biceps, sure. but if you added the abs and the whole torso in general, that's a different conversation. and it made her so fucking irritated that a fabric is hiding the other parts of him that she wanted to see more of. basically a tease. and she's not likin' it.
it's been a while she'd seen him too, and she'd been lonely, starved, just by being on her own. lonely, just seeing her boyfriend through fancams and video performances.
literally none could fathom how badly she wanted him right here right now
and yes, she's eating dinner right now, but she remained craving for something more.
"oh? and i thought we already ate a lot, still starving?" yunah joked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took a bite out of her pastry. winking at the double implication she meant by her tease.
"and i also heard from harua they're all free from schedules today...." minju added, dragging a tone at the last word. her eyes narrowed down on her plate as she toyed her remains with her fork. trying to keep it cool, but she couldn't hold back the grin that flashed across her lips.
she texts. no context, no nothing. just a message that carried all the impatience and neediness she had for him.
every second that ticked by felt like hours. she paced rapidly across the halls of her apartment, even if she tried sitting down, a knee kept trembling up and down uncontrollably.
she had enough of craving him through a screen alone. she'd been starved enough from all this time.
as much as she wanted to give herself the desire of release she lusts for, she knew that she won't be satisfied by her own touch. she can't satisfy herself, no matter how much she wanted to imagine him. she wanted her body to be imprinted by his touch. she wanted him to ignite fire all over her skin, leaving trails of flames along his fingers.
but the odds of having a time like that for herself with him kept getting burrowed by his career.
she was not kidding if she said that she vowed that once he clicks that door open, there's nothing stopping her from getting what she wants.
as so the door revealed nicholas, in the middle of the action of opening his arms for her to be cradled in, she completely ignored it.
and went straight for his lips.
dragging him inside her home with a pull of her hand onto his collar, she lowered him onto her level before attaching her mouth onto his. cuffing his lips close from saying any cheap greetings that won't do anything to extinguish the ongoing spark that's burning within her.
she felt him release a small gasp of surprise, groping her shoulders in attempt of pressuring her away. but she wouldn't budge, and kept the connection of their tongues in tact.
and eventually she felt him surrender into her demanding pace, reciprocating the kiss in the way she wanted to feel.
as the clash of their tongues and teeth went on, their whole attention were solely molded onto their chained lips. they didn't took notice of the way their bodies moved on their own. tipping over on one place to another drunkenly.
as their legs led them onto the living room, y/n pushed him back onto the couch's cushion, her thighs separating to settle on both sides of his hips, straddling him before she left his mouth. attaching now onto his jaw and skin where his pulse were placed. feeling himself free to speak, he breathed,
"what's up with you?" his eyes buzzed with intoxication, looking at her hungry state while his hands found their way up to her waist, as if locking her in place
a sharp glare escaped from her eye, piercing into his before leaving the area she was nipping at, sitting up properly.
"what's wrong with me? you really thought that wenoism shit didn't tick me out?" she grumbled, breath fanning over his as her face contorts into frustration. maybe from impatience, or somewhere in between.
"i've had enough starving myself."
sliding her hand onto his wrist, she brought it up by her neck as she inched closer, clasping his palm right where she could feel herself bursting
"can you feel my blood running? i could almost feel the skies falling in waiting for you..." voice cracking onto a whisper the more she spoke. the earlier dominance slowly fading into something more eager,
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