warnings :: smut mdni. exhibitionism, blowjob, face fucking (rough), it's so filthy im sorry, cum eating, angel bunny sweetheart used for reader, degradation, nicho calls reader his fucktoy, uhhhh idk anymore (lmk if I missed any) NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n :: this is for my baby @nichozzystuffs MUEHHEHEHE
getting dragged around by nicho around the chrome hearts store was one of your favourite hobbies, especially with your love for the brand and fashion.
But today was specifically, utterly difficult because you could not focus on any of the new collection that dropped, or the placement of mannequins, or the colour coordinated arrangement of accessories which you always noticed and talked about.
all you could see were nicho's arms. it wasn't a new sight, you've seen him multiple times in tank tops and sleeveless clothes— even shirtless that one time your friend group decided to go to a waterpark, though you definitely remember not being normal about it.
nicho was now staring at a bunch of boxers that were arranged in a pattern at the store, trying to pick the best one among them. within a few minutes, he grabbed one of them and headed towards the trial room.
now that nicho's tones, tall and lean figure with exposed arms was out of your sight, you began to scan the store carefully. a minute or so had passed and you made yourself back to the trial rooms, plopping yourself down on the sofa that faced them.
just then, nicho stepped out with his grey sweatpants worn differently— in a way which you couldn't point out, but they were definitely lower. you could see the chrome hearts band peeking out of his pants, lining perfectly along the stretch of his sweatpants.
your mouth fell agape, the phone in your hands long forgotten as you clicked it off as soon as you saw him emerge from the trial room.
nicho shifted his attention to you, and back to his reflection in the mirror to check the clothing out, meanwhile you just stayed frozen in your place.
his perfectly sculpted arms, the beauty of the chrome hearts band around his waist— so fucking close to the edge of his pelvis and his- cock? of all the thighs, you didn't expect to notice the size of nicho, among everything.
you didn't know if he was hard or just that big but the outline of his cock was so clearly visible, it made you rub your thighs together, drool almost slipping out of your mouth.
right when you look up to his face, he's already staring at you. you notice the subtle smirk on his face as you clear your throat.
"yeah... yea it's good, buy it." nicho's smirk grows at your stuttering as he walks back into the trial room to change.
a few seconds later, you see his head peeking out from behind the trial room door. he gestures for you to come closer and you do. nicho leans out further, looking all around and to the sides and after he registers the absence of people, his palm wraps around your wrist and with a swift yank, he pulls you into the room, locking it within a jiffy.
his body is pressed against you as he cages you between himself and the very thin trial room walls. you can feel your heart drumming against your rib cage at the proximity.
nicholas was gorgeous. those sharp, deep eyes and his plump lips. the subtle eyebrow raise that he does when he knows. his hands slip under your shirt and rest at the curve of your hips, thumb caressing your soft exposed skin. the closeness of him made you almost whimper.
sexual tension between you and your best friend wasn't something new, but also always unintentional. this, this intentional, physically super close tension was so new to you, especially considering the fact that you were absolutely self aware of being attracted to your best friend.
nicho's eyes, oh those captivating eyes, travelled along your features— your round bunny eyes, soft cheeks now heavily dusted in crimson, slightly parted lips that held the scent of cherries within the shallow creases at the edges of them.
"you were staring, bunny." he states as a matter of fact, his low tone making you almost shiver, your brain still processing his touch on your waist. you could feel him press against you, your legs almost parting unconsciously.
you open your mouth to speak, to tell him that you weren't staring. that he was just too distracting like he always was. nicholas wang has always been an absolute distraction to you, ever since he walked into your classroom in high school.
his hand flies to your cheek, his big, big palms cupping your face effortlessly. nicholas inches closer.
"you were staring at my cock weren't you?" his breath fanned at the side of your neck, causing you to shudder against his lean, tall frame.
words wouldn't come out of your mouth as the weight of his presence felt way too heavy for you to handle. you found yourself melting into his touch and his essence, almost losing all sense of your actions.
your hands travel across his chest and move above to wrap around his neck to pull him closer, and just as your noses brush against eachother, your lips crash against his.
the kiss wasn't hungry, it was intimidating. slow but needy, like it was an indication towards an upcoming storm. nicho's hands wrapped around your waist fully now, pulling you in clooose while your fingers tangled with his pink hair.
the absolute physical closure made you moan into his mouth, the conscious of being in a public place leaving your mind as soon as you locked lips with him.
nicho's arms unwrap as he pushes you back against the wall, his lips still attached to yours, his head dipping to meet your height. his big, big palms press against your tits as he massages them— he sighs into your mouth when your hardened nipples grace against his skin through your shirt. he parts away from you, his hands reaching to the buckle of his belt, unbuckling swiftly.
through all this heated moments, the image of nicho's perfectly lined dick hasn't left your mind, especially not when it was rock hard beneath his boxers and straining against your heat while you made out. oh how big, long and delicious he looked.
so taking the clank of his belt to the floor as a cue, you sunk to your knees and pulled his boxers down hastily.
fuck. his cock went free, his tip deliciously glistening with precum already. nicholas sighed, his body shuddering as your feather light touches graced his thighs. you grabbed the base with your left hand, palming gently.
nicholas was absolutely losing it. he had wished for this for so long, he had wished to have you on your knees, your fingers wrapped around his cock and your doe eyes looking up at him waiting for him to fuck your face.
you loved the view. a thick vein ran along his cock, disappearing right at the base of the head, his pink top adorned with pearls of lre undi. you were salivating at the sight, your body almost giving up at how weak he made you. your lean forward, licking a long stripe along his vein, ignoring his tip. nicholas hisses at the feeling of your hot tongue pressed against him. you lean further in and nuzzle your right cheek against his thighs, straining your tongue to kitty lick his base.
nicholas, once again, loses his composure completely, at the sight of you acting like a fucking pup, all under his control and so needy for him.
"fuck, angel." he whispers.
your mouth continues to work on his cock, sucking and licking as you savour every inch of him. strings of curses leave his pretty lips, his brows knitted with pleasure and his head thrown back. you feel him trying his best to not buck his hips into you and fuck you stupid.
you take his length fully into your mouth, gagging around his head, your eyes rolling back as his tip hits the back of your throat. the groan that left his mouth sounded so sinful and so real. he tips his head down as his eyes meet yours.
you bat your eyelashes at him innocently as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting the edge of your lips to his tip.
licking your lips, you grab his hand and guide it to the top of your head, his fingers automatically threading through the luscious locks of your dark hair.
"fuck my face, nicho. do not hold back."
something unleashes within him. his eyes turn dark, his lips curve into a smirk as he grips your hair tighter.
"alright, angel. I'll give you all you want."
he grabs his cock, hollowing fist and jerking it thrice, letting it enter your mouth. your now plump, glistening lips wrap around his girth, your cheeks sinking in to suck him in desperately.
he picks up his pace, his grip on your hair tightening with every thrust. his tip hits the back of your throat, making you whine loud enough for others to hear. the fact that you could be heard very clearly didn't bother either of you anymore. all you could focus on finally getting to suck your best friend's cock, even better when he tasted so fucking delicious.
his breaths get heavier, followed by the grunts that erupt from the depth of his throat. nicholas was lost in the pleasure of your pretty, little mouth taking him in so damn well.
"fucking hell." he cursed as he looked at your cock drunk face, your body jerking due to the force of his hips slamming against your throat. saliva dripped down your chin, eyes teary and nose red with all the pleasure and strain his dick was giving you.
nicholas could feel his orgasm coming. his hips wrenched unevenly, his moans became whimpers and the grip on your hair loosened and tightened randomly as his thrusts faltered.
he grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock right into you, filling your mouth completely. the constant touch of your throat to his hip made him whimper helplessly, as his hips jerked, thick ropes of cum ejecting into your mouth.
"angel, you look so fucking pathetic. like my personal fucktoy. so damn pretty, taking all—hah— all of me." he threw his head back, the last drops of cum filling your mouth to the brim.
he pulls out, tapping the head of his cock against your cheek.
"swallow. yes that's right. goooodd girlll." he pats your head, smoothening the tangles of your hair caused by his hold on you. he leans down, wiping the remains of his cum on your lips with his thumb, instantly pushing it into your mouth, making you suck on it.
he tucks a bunch of hair strands behind your ear, making your fucked out face, and teary eyes more visible to him.
"such a pathetic girl." he leans in and kisses your eyelids, followed by pressing his lips against yours in a contrastingly sweet kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your skin.
"come on sweetheart" he gestures to you to follow him, zipping his pants up, his lips curving into a smirk. "don't want to get caught after the act, do we?"
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