hear me out angel Nicholas with reader but you keep on touching the underside of his wings (yk that thing where it's like it makes birds go into heat if you do that) or something like that yeah. the concept of angel Nicholas🤤 or devil lowkey cuz of his eyes and overall like "scary"(?) vibe he gives off he'd look hot in black wings
【 18+ 】 tw ──── angel!nicholas. . kinda switch weno, wing touching, p in v sex, creampie don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you’d been teasing nicholas all day.
light, barely-there touches on his pretty white feathers—a soft brush along the top of his wing while he reached for something, a casual stroke down the curve when you passed behind him, the barest graze of your nails when you sat beside him. nothing obvious. nothing anyone else would notice.
but nicholas felt every single one.
by the time night fell and you were finally alone, he was already burning.
you had him on his back in bed, wings spread out across the sheets like an offering. the second your fingers slipped underneath one wing and traced that devastating spot — slow, deliberate, right where the feathers thinned into warm, velvet-soft skin—nicholas shuddered hard. a whiny, broken sound ripped from his throat.
“fuck—don’t—” his voice cracked, angelic and ragged. golden eyes snapped open, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the gold. “you know what that does.”
you knew. that’s exactly why you’d spent the entire day warming him up with those light, teasing touches. every stroke now made his wings twitch and flare violently, pristine white feathers trembling like he was fighting the urge to pin you down and fuck you stupid. his halo flickered wildly, dimming and flaring in time with the way his cock twitched against your thigh — already leaking, flushed dark, and painfully hard from hours of slow, deliberate torture.
you leaned in, lips brushing the curve of his ear. “mmm… i like when you lose control.”
nicholas huffed—annoyed, desperate—and suddenly you were on your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress with a low growl. one powerful wing curled around both of you, cocooning you in warm feathers and the scent of ozone and him. his hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise as he ground against you, slick and desperate from the hours of built-up heat.
“go on,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous, lips brushing your throat. “touch it again. keep touching it while i’m inside you.”
you giggled at the sudden shift in him, but obeyed, sliding your hand back under the trembling wing until your fingers found that sinful spot. the moment you pressed and stroked, nicholas moaned—filthy, broken, heavenly—and thrusted into you in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
his wings snapped open wide, then curled tight again as he started fucking you in short, greedy rolls of his hips. every time you rubbed that sensitive underside, his rhythm stuttered, his cock throbbed harder inside you, and a fresh rush of slick heat flooded between your legs. the slow burn from all day had left him so worked up that he was already trembling, already dangerously close.
“more,” he gasped against your mouth, wings quivering violently. “don’t stop— please— fuck, i’m gonna—”
you kept stroking, relentless, until the angel above you shattered.
his halo blazed white-hot for a second before it flickered out completely. nicholas came with a choked cry, hips snapping forward as he spilled deep inside you, wings convulsing around your body like he never wanted to let go. the orgasm tore through him so hard his thighs shook.
even after he finished, he was still rocking into you, oversensitive and needy, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. his cock twitched inside you with every aftershock.
“again,” he whispered, voice wrecked and hoarse from hours of holding back. his wing shifted deliberately, offering you better access to that sinful spot. “touch me again. i’m not done with you yet.”
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