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[starryjake]

spin the bottle | w.y & b.e

the events that follow after your boyfriend and his best friend kiss during a game of spin the bottle.

pairing: wang nicholas x fem!reader x byun euijoo

warnings: smut MDNI, drinking, threesome, MXM content (don’t read if you don’t like that), masturbation, nichojoo making out, fingering, hickeys, handjobs, blowjobs, nipple play, pussy eating, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, cumming inside (and out?), lmk if i missed anything.

wc: around 5k.

“no. absolutely not,” ej said, grabbing the empty beer bottle from the middle of the circle.

“hey, the spin the bottle gods have spoken,” nicholas responded, raising his hands up in defense. “they want me to kiss your girlfriend.”

you stared down at your lap, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. you’d only been at this party for an hour, and you were already regretting coming.

you’d wanted a nice, quiet evening in with your boyfriend, ej, and typically, he wanted the same. but it was his friend fuma’s birthday, so he had to come to the party, and you went along as well.

how you ended up playing a game of spin the bottle in a circle of only men was beyond you, though. so far, you’d witnessed some of ej’s best friends kiss, which was an interesting sight to the say the least.

but then nicholas spun the bottle, and for the first time that night, it landed on you.

“no one wants you to kiss my girlfriend,” ej argued. “especially not me or her.”

“come on already,” yuma whined. “either kiss or don’t—i’m getting bored.”

nicholas looked over at you. you looked at ej, ej looked back at you, and then you looked back to nicholas.

“oh my god,” ej huffed. “you can kiss her cheek, but that’s the most you’re getting.”

you let out the sigh you’d been holding in, relieved that ej made the decision for you because you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.

so, nicholas crawled over across the circle to you, tilted your head to the side and planted a warm, soft kiss on your cheek, lingering slightly longer than he should’ve.

ej rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disapproval—not at you, but at his own best friend.

the game carried on, and proved quite entertaining as you got to watch many of ej and your friends share a kiss.

and then it was ej’s turn to spin.

of course, out of all the people it could’ve landed on, it landed on nicholas.

“wow, i’m pretty lucky today,” nicholas said with a glint in his eyes, a smile on his typically serious face. “tell me i get more than just your cheek.”

“you’re such a freak,” ej responded, and then he looked over at you. “it’s not up to me, though. it’s whatever y/n is comfortable with.”

your breath caught in your throat. everyone in the circle was looking at you now. it was all up to you whether or not you were okay with nicholas kissing your boyfriend.

you knew it was just a stupid party game. it wasn’t a big deal, and you knew how ej and nicholas liked to joke around and flirt sometimes. this was nothing. it was just a kiss.

“you can kiss,” you said, leaning back on your palms with a smirk. “just make sure to put on a show.”

“you’re a freak, too,” ej said to you jokingly, before turning back to nicholas.

the circle watched with anticipation as nicholas crawled across the floor yet again, then sank to his knees once he was in front of ej.

you watched carefully as nicholas brought his hands up to cup your boyfriends face, tilting his head up. ej gazed up into nicholas’s eyes, his expression completely serious. in fact, both of them looked far too serious for just a dumb party game.

their faces were getting closer and closer, their lips just an inch away. and then they were pressed together—nicholas cradling ej’s face in his large hands, their lips moving fluidly against each other.

you gulped, feeling your face start to warm. it seemed like they were actually into it, like they’d forgotten where they were and what they were doing, that it was just a game of spin the bottle. they seemed to have forgotten that people were watching them.

they weren’t even kissing anymore, but entirely making out. you swore you even saw a glimpse of one of their tongues for just a second, and it made your breath hitch in your throat.

“jesus, you guys,” yudai spoke up, laughing. “you can quit now.”

nicholas pulled back, lips glistening with your boyfriends saliva. ej stared up at him, a glimmer of something in his eye that you couldn’t make out.

if you weren’t euijoo’s girlfriend, you would’ve thought they were the ones dating. you felt like by just sitting there, you were interrupting something.

the circle fell silent—an awkward silence. nicholas cleared his throat, then shuffled back to his spot in the circle.

“um,” ej spoke, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “i don’t really wanna play anymore.”

you noticed he had his hands awkwardly positioned over his lap, and when he saw you noticed, he pulled his knees into his chest.

“me neither,” nicholas said. “i’ve kissed enough people.”

they met each others eyes from across the circle, then quickly tore their gazes apart.

“let’s go get another drink,” you suggested, trying to intercept and break the tension.

“yes!” ej agreed, hoisting himself up. “that’s a great idea.”

together, you two found your way through other party goers, into the kitchen. ej was quick to pour himself a hefty cup of liquor.

he took a long sip, then placed his cup on the counter and turned to you.

“i’m so sorry,” he said. “i don’t know what happened. i mean—i didn’t think he was gonna kiss me like that, and then it just kept going and we’ve both had too much to drink, and—”

suddenly, ej stopped talking, his gaze falling just past you, and he gulped.

you frowned, turning around to see what it was that had captured his attention. of course, it was nicholas, leaning in the doorway.

“that was hot,” he said, walking over to you two.

“shut up,” ej scolded.

nicholas chuckled, taking a sip from his red cup.

“well, y/n thought it was hot, too,” he said, motioning over to you. your eyes widened. “i saw the way you were watching us.”

ej’s eyebrows furrowed even further together, glancing over at you. both of them, with equally intimidating stares, were facing you, waiting for you to admit it or defend yourself.

what were you supposed to say? would ej get mad if you admitted that you did think it was kind of hot watching him make out with his best friend? would he think you were weird?

“i-i—”

you were sputtering out nonsense, still fighting a battle as to whether you wanted to defend yourself or admit the truth.

luckily, nicholas was there to do it for you.

“look at her,” he said with a laugh. “it’s obvious she liked what she saw. we’ll do it again for you, if you want.”

“no, we won’t,” euijoo interjected with a scoff.

and then, just for a split second, he saw it. on your face, a flash of disappointment. it was unconscious even to you, but it seemed like deep down, you were a bit disappointed that he wasn’t interested in recreating the show you’d seen just a few minutes earlier.

“wait a minute,” he said. “you actually liked it?”

“i-i mean, i don’t know,” you answered, struggling to meet either of their eyes.

“tell me, baby,” ej pried. “just tell me the truth. i won’t be upset.”

your face was pulsating, your cheeks red. it took you a minute to muster up the strength to give him the true answer.

“yeah,” you finally admitted. “i liked it.”

you glanced up at them for just a moment to see them exchanging some kind of look. you didn’t know what it meant. all you knew was that nicholas was smirking at euijoo, a mischievous little grin.

“you know,” nicholas said, setting his cup down, “i think we should get out of here.”

-

the three of you left the party together and ended up back at yours and ej’s apartment.

it was awkward, admittedly, sitting on the couch in between the two men. none of you quite knew what to say, and the silence was deafening.

of course, it was nicholas who eventually broke the silence.

“so, should we get it started?” he asked.

“get what started?” euijoo asked, already annoyed.

“you know,” nicholas replied. “your girl wants a show. let’s give her one. and now that we’re all alone, she can join in on the fun.”

euijoo glanced down at you, scanning your face, looking for the assurance that you wanted to keep going.

“you really wanna do this?” he asked you.

“if you do, i do,” you affirmed.

he took a deep breath, glancing from you over to nicholas.

then, finally, “fine. let’s go to the bedroom.”

although it wasn’t his apartment, nicholas led the way down the hall to the bedroom, practically skipping with excitement.

you and euijoo followed, and within a few seconds, the three of you were on the bed.

you were laying back against the pillows, while euijoo and nicholas sat beside each other down at the end of the bed where your feet were.

“did you like kissing me earlier?” nicholas asked, eyes trailing ej up and down.

“it was…” euijoo trailed off, searching for the right word. “fine.”

nicholas scoffed, offended.

“it was better than fine and you know it,” he replied.

you sat up on your elbows, hardly sparing a blink as you watched their faces get closer and closer to each other.

“i wasn’t thinking straight,” ej said. “it’s hard to remember.”

nicholas hummed.

“then let me remind you.”

he grabbed euijoo’s face in one of his large hands, rings probably cold on euijoo’s skin, and then joined their lips together.

you watched in awe at the way their lips seems to just melt into each other’s, how it seemed so natural the way they kissed, like they’d been doing it for years.

after a moment, ej brought his hand up and wrapped it around the back of nicholas’s neck, pulling him in even closer. at that, nicholas moaned into ej’s mouth.

you caught a sliver of one of their tongues entering the other one’s mouth, unable to figure out who’s was who’s. but then it became a battle of both their tongues, rubbing and intertwining with each other.

you squeezed your legs together, already feeing yourself getting worked up just from the sight of them kissing. all you wanted to do was to somehow get between them, to be in on their messy makeout.

euijoo pulled back a bit, glancing over at you to check on you and gauge how you were taking it so far. your eyes were blown out wide, lips glossy from how many times you’d licked them in the past few minutes.

“still doing okay?” he asked you, his torso pressed against nicholas’s.

“are you kidding?” nicholas said with a laugh. “look at her. she’s better than okay.”

ej noticed it but didn’t want to say anything so he didn’t embarrass you. it was obvious that them making out had made your horny, though. your thighs pressed together and your bright red cheeks were evidence enough.

he smiled a little.

“you can touch yourself if you want,” he offered.

that was all he said before he faced nicholas again and pressed their lips back together. you released a drawn out sigh, watching your boyfriend and his best friend devour each other.

you wanted to touch yourself, you really did, but it was nerve wracking to think about doing so in front of nicholas. he’d never see you in that kind of way, and you weren’t sure what he’d think.

regardless, he was occupied in something—someone—else, so you took the opportunity to slowly slide your hand down your body and into your pants.

straight past your panties, your fingertips brushed over your clit. you gasped, feeling how wet you already were, staring to rub the puffy bud in little circles.

nicholas’s hands trailed down euijoo’s body, desperately rubbing up and down his sides, pushing the fabric of his t-shirt up until it was bunched up around his shoulders. they pulled apart for a moment so ej could lose the shirt entirely.

nicholas’s eyes drank in the sight of ej’s bare torso, his hands gripping and rubbing your boyfriend’s supple skin.

“fuck, look at your little fucking waist,” nicholas practically growled against ej’s mouth. “you’re so sexy, juju.”

ej smiled and leaned back in, pressing his now bare torso against nicho’s as their lips intertwined once again. nicholas held ej’s waist as he slid his tongue back into his mouth, rubbing it against ej’s.

you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, your fingers gliding further down your soaked pussy. you dragged them down your folds and back up, spreading your arousal and staring at the two men unashamed, biting your lower lip.

ej pulled back from the kiss to look over at you again.

“why don’t you take some clothes off, baby?” he suggested in that sickeningly sweet voice of his.

you immediately obliged, sliding your hand out of your pants to take your shirt and bra off, all while maintaining deep eye contact with him. you almost didn’t notice nicholas stripping as well, revealing his toned abdomen.

you unbuttoned your pants and got rid of them, left in nothing but your drenched underwear. both of the men eyed you hungrily, but ej was the first to make a move. he detached himself from nicholas and made his way up the bed over to you, finally kissing you instead.

you tangled your fingers in caramel-colored hair, moaning into his mouth. he kissed you slowly, sweetly, carefully, and you wondered if it was the same way he kissed nicholas.

meanwhile, nicholas rid himself of his pants, left in nothing but his boxers. he stared as you and ej kissed, watched the way your legs quivered and spread. there was a patch of wetness on your thin panties, and it had nicholas’s cock twitching.

“do you want him to touch you?” ej asked, briefly pulling back from your lips.

you glanced over at nicholas, feeling a wave of insecurity and intimidation wash over you at the way he was staring with that hard look on his face.

“i-i—”

“he won’t bite,” ej assured you, glancing behind his shoulder at nicholas. “even if it looks like he will.”

nicholas fixed his expression, trying his best to look less threatening for your sake.

“you’re soaked,” he commented, inching his way over to you and euijoo. “let me take these off you, yeah?”

silently, you nodded, gasping when his cold, ringed fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. you tried not to think too hard about it—the fact that you were now completely naked in front of your boyfriend’s best friend, your bare cunt on full display for him.

sensing your horror, ej leaned back in and kissed you, distracting you from your embarrassment.

you gasped into his mouth when you felt nicholas’s fingers swipe up the length of your pussy, gathering your excess of arousal. he spread the wetness around, and his fingers prodded at your entrance. just when you thought he was going to slide them in, he dragged them back up and pressed down on your clit instead.

you whimpered into ej’s mouth, humping your hips up into the air desperately. it made nicholas chuckle, and only aggravated you.

“she’s so sensitive,” he mumbled, slowly circling your clit with his middle and ring fingers. “you’re just as fun to play with as ej.”

ej hummed before he pulled apart from your lips, glancing down at where nicholas’s hand was rubbing you.

“don’t tease her,” he scolded. “she’s been good, you can fuck her with your fingers.”

you gulped, surprised to see your boyfriend take such authority when he was normally more submissive leaning. even nicholas looked surprised for a moment to be told what to do, but nonetheless, he obliged.

slowly and gently, he slid his fingers inside your pussy, getting you nice and stretched out. you cried out, gripping the bedsheet as your walls clamped around his slender fingers.

“fuck,” nicholas mumbled. “she’s so warm ‘n wet.”

ej began peppering kisses down your jawline and to your neck, and you felt like you were in heaven. the soft suction of his lips on your neck and nicholas’s lengthy fingers pumping in and out of you was euphoric. you didn’t think it could get better until you felt another hand on your pussy—euijoo’s.

while nicholas was finger fucking you, ej began to slowly rub your clit in circles, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“oh my god,” you moaned, not even knowing what to do with yourself because it felt so good.

“is that good, baby?” ej asked you.

“yes, euijoo,” you choked out, clenching around nicho’s fingers. “it’s so fucking good.”

he smiled against your neck, continuing to kiss his way down until he made it to your chest. he wrapped his lips around one of your erect nipples and began suckling softly on the bud, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure and relaxation.

you couldn’t believe this was happening—you had two of the sexiest men you’d ever seen in your life pleasing you at the same exact time. ej rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples, and nicholas fingering you so deep that you were practically wetting the bed with your arousal.

suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that your lips were free now, nicholas brought his face to yours and kissed you—for real this time. his lips on yours and the way he kissed you was nothing like the way ej kissed you. nicholas was rougher, more intense. his tongue found its way into your mouth quickly, and you had to match his pace, so you rubbed your own tongue against his, exchanging saliva.

you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tugging on ej’s hair as he tugged your nipple between his teeth. you were practically riding both their hands, inching yourself closer and closer to your high. you needed it desperately, and you couldn’t hide it from them.

“you gonna cum, baby?” ej asked, gliding his tongue around your nipple.

all you could do was nod into nicholas’s mouth, unable to speak even if you weren’t kissing him. he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go inside of you, and your legs clamped around both their hands.

“fuck!” you yelped, breaking apart from the kiss. “shit, nghhh—i’m cumming!”

you threw your head back, releasing a strained moan as your climax washed over you. you tugged your boyfriends hair, tightening around their fingers as the knot in your stomach undid itself.

“fuck, that’s it,” nicholas cooed, watching the way your legs twitched as you started to come down. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”

he pulled his fingers out of you, and ej detached from your nipple. they were both sat on either side of you, looking down at you. ej carefully caressed your tummy, lulling you back down from the intensity of your orgasm.

“you’re so hard,” nicholas suddenly said, motioning to ej’s cock, straining obviously in his pants.

suddenly, nicholas was reaching over you to plant his palm against ej’s covered length, feeling it pulsate under his hand.

“fuck,” ej hissed, instinctively jutting his hips forward, pressing his cock further into nicho’s grasp.

nicholas smirked at his best friend’s reaction, squeezing ej’s length over the fabric of his sweatpants. he dragged his hand back and forth, but when he decided that wasn’t enough, he tugged on the waistband and tugged them down enough for ej’s length to spring free.

at the sight of your boyfriend’s dick drooling with pre cum, you eagerly sat up on your knees and positioned yourself in front of him. ej looked down at you tenderly, bringing his hand to the back of your head to guide your mouth onto his length.

you took him well like you always did, kitten licking up the precum from his tip before taking the rest of his length into your mouth.

ej sighed in pleasure, dropping his head back. you glanced up, only to find nicholas leaning forward and planting a firm kiss to ej’s neck.

“fuck,” ej groaned, bringing his other hand to the back of nicho’s neck.

it was hard to keep your eyes open with the tip of his long cock gagging you when it hit the back of your throat every few seconds, but you refused to miss what was occurring in front of you. nicholas sucking hickeys into ej’s neck was a beautiful sight, and you could feel yourself getting worked up all over again.

and it only got better when you watched ej’s hand carefully drag down the front of nicho’s torso, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. they made eye contact, seemingly exchanging information telepathically, and then ej was slipping his hand into the other’s boxers.

“oh shit,” nicholas moaned as ej began stroking him slowly. “fuck—that’s good.”

you watched the bump of ej’s hand moving in nicholas’s boxers, so entranced by the sight that you found yourself slacking on the blowjob you were giving.

“mmm, keep going, baby,” ej urged, drawing you back in with that coaxing voice of his.

you turned your attention back to him, pushing him as deep into your throat as you could go. you clenched your eyes shut in discomfort, hollowing out your cheeks.

you deep-throated him for a few minutes before he let you up for a much needed breather. when your eyes reopened, you found that nicholas’s boxers were to his knees and ej’s hand was pumping his thick cock in a rapid motion.

again, you sat back and watched in awe. the chemistry they had, the way they both seemed to know what the other one liked, left you dumbfounded. you truly began to question if this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this with each other.

“f-fuck, euijoo,” nicholas grunted, grabbing ej’s wrist. “slow down, i’m close.”

“finish him off,” ej suddenly said to you, and your eyes widened.

“what about you?” you asked, glancing over at his long cock, standing straight up against his abs from how hard he was.

“don’t worry about me right now,” he retorted. “wanna see you take nicho, okay? wanna see you swallow everything he gives you. can you do that, pretty girl?”

you gulped with nerves, but nodded nonetheless. it was always hard to say no to ej, not that you wanted to.

you sat yourself on your knees in front of nicholas, face to face with his cock. a long vein ran all the way up from the bottom to the top, and so you traced it with your tongue before wrapping your lips around his bulbous tip.

“holy shit,” nicholas moaned, his hand finding the back of your head—not to push you, but to keep it firmly rested there. “that’s it, that’s a good girl.”

his words practically made you purr, your pussy nearly dripping onto the bed. you were so horny despite having cum all ready, but you needed more.

luckily, your boyfriend sensed that. before you knew it, ej was spreading your legs and positioning himself between them. and then, from the back, he licked a firm, electrifying stripe up from your hole to your clit, a lick so pleasurable that you whimpered around nicholas’s cock, jolting in delight.

“oh, yeah,” nicholas muttered. “fuck—is that good? you like getting your pussy eaten while you’re sucking me off?”

you eagerly nodded your head, your mouth stuffed too full to speak. although, you figured that even if your mouth wasn’t full, you still wouldn’t have been able to say anything. you were so fucked out, already dumb and you hadn’t even gotten fucked yet.

ej drank your arousal and licked your pussy up and down, circling the tip of his tongue against your puffy clit. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you opted for planting them on nicholas’s sharp hips, which gave you the leverage to suck him even deeper into your mouth.

your moans vibrated around his length, and he fucked his hips forward, making you gag when he hit the back of your throat.

“‘m fucking close,” he warned, tugging on your strands of hair.

you blinked up at him, your cunt tightening around euijoo’s tongue in excitement. just the thought of nicholas cumming was enough to make you feel like you could cum soon too.

he fucked his cock in and out of your throat a couple of more times before tensing, and then you felt the first string of hot, salty cum, hitting your tongue. you swallowed it and continued to do so with the ropes of it that followed, giving both him and ej what they wanted.

and nicholas looked so good when he came—his face scrunched up, releasing an array of beautiful sounds, abs tight and glistening with sweat—that suddenly, you felt like you were going to release all over euijoo’s face.

“e-ej!” you cried out, pushing your hips back into his face. “oh god, right there!”

his tongue rapidly flicked up and down, and suddenly, you, too, were cumming. you released all over his face, drenching him with your wetness, and he slurped it all up, licking your cunt clean.

you collapsed flat on your back against the bed when you were done cumming, looking up at the two men tiredly.

“wake up,” euijoo said, spreading your legs and making room for himself between them. “i haven’t cum yet, baby.”

your body was pliant from you sleepy you were, making it easy for nicholas to pick you up and place you on his lap, your back pressed to his sweaty chest. you put your feet on the tops of his thighs, spreading your legs and revealing your glistening pussy to ej.

you leaned back against nicho’s chest, steadying your breathing as ej lined himself up and nudged in until just his tip was inside you. with how wet you were, it wasn’t going to be hard for him to get you adjusted to his size.

as he slid inch by inch, nicholas wrapped one hand around your waist and brought it down to rub your clit. he used the other one to slide up your stomach and land on your breast, tweaking your hard nipple.

you felt like you were on another dimension, sandwiched between these two men, both of them stimulating every part of you. you felt so good, you couldn’t even do or say anything except lay there and take what they were giving you.

ej bottomed out and was quick to start thrusting, fucking you at a consistent pace from the start.

“is it good, baby?” nicholas asked in your ear, kissing just below it. “use your words.”

“it’s so f-fucking good,” you cried out, your body rocking back into his chest every time ej thrusted into you.

“you’re so pretty,” ej whispered, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “such a sweet thing letting us play with you like this.”

you turned your head to the side and met nicholas’s lips, letting him snake his tongue into your mouth. you rubbed your tongues together, moaning pathetically and tiredly as ej fucked you hard and deep, his tip quickly finding your g-spot.

“mmmmph, oh my god,” you mumbled against nicholas’s mouth. “it feels so good.”

“i know,” nicholas cooed, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “i know.”

ej stared down at you in awe, perched on his best friend’s lap, making out with him. it was such an outrageously hot sight that he wanted to take a picture, and that way he’d never forget it.

but he was too close. he couldn’t think about stopping now, not when his orgasm was rapidly approaching. you could tell, too, based on his hips were moving fluidly, his thrusting losing its rhythm.

“cum again for me,” he commanded.

you looked up at him with big, watery eyes.

“can’t,” you whimpered out.

“hey, yes you can,” nicholas cooed, pressing his fingers firmly onto your clit. “you can do it. be good and cum for us, okay?”

you tossed your head back against his shoulder, and ej couldn’t resist. with your neck exposed like that, he felt like a magnet the way his hand immediately reached out to wrap around it. he squeezed just slightly, applying only a touch of pressure, but he knew it was just what you needed to get you to the brink of orgasm.

you clenched around him, legs shaking and threatening to close, but he kept them open. he thrusted, once, twice, three more times and then abruptly stopped, buried to the hilt inside of you.

you came with a silent, choked moan, your entire body twitching in nicholas’s lap. ej stuffed you full with his warm, sticky load, panting like he’d just run a marathon.

he slowly thrusted, riding and milking out both your orgasms, fucking his cum deep inside of you, where it belonged.

you were a mess. all three of you were, but you especially because—and you hadn’t realized it—but nicholas had cum against just from his cock rubbing against your back a few times. you were covered in cum from the inside out.

ej pulled out and helped you off nicholas’s lap. the three of your lay beside each other, practically melting into the sheets.

for a good ten minutes, there was silence. you were dozing off and only awakened when you felt a wetness on your skin.

you opened your eyes and realized the wetness was from ej wiping you off with a damp towel.

“you okay?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead.

“mmm, yeah,” you answered tiredly.

nicholas was off the bed now, cleaning himself off and redressing. you realized, even in your tired state, that you didn’t want him to go. you didn’t like how neither them were laying beside you anymore.

“wait,” you called out weakly, getting nicholas’s attention. “can you guys just…get back in bed? can we just go to sleep together?”

ej and nicholas exchanged a glance.

“both of us?” nicholas asked.

“yeah,” you said. “if that’s okay.”

nicholas, who’d just put his shirt back on, immediately took it back off and crawled back into bed with you.

“more than okay,” he assured, kissing your cheek.

ej chuckled and climbed back into bed on the other side of you, pulling you into his chest.

“i could get used to this,” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

and you could. you felt safe with both men there on either side of you. you thought that you didn’t want this to be just a one time thing.

“yeah,” ej agreed. “me too.”

the three of you fell asleep then, an end to a night that none of you expected.

[jongst4r]

roommate remedy (w. nicholas)

your roommate walks in on you masturbating… whoops?

pairing: dom!nicholas x sub!reader || wc: 3k || cw: smut! kissing, making out, masturbation, use of toys, accidental walk-in, breast play, fingering, oral (f rec.), p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), creampie, multiple orgasms, cum play(?), light spanking, dirty talk, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: i missed writing for &team and mr yixiang has been looking extra fine lately

nicholas and you have been sharing a house for almost eight months now. and, against all odds, the arrangement works surprisingly well. the two of you clicked from the very first viewing — easy conversation, shared playlists, similar senses of humor that turn late-night kitchen talks into laughing fits over nothing. he’s respectful, funny, and surprisingly tidy for a guy in his mid-twenties. you cook together sometimes, argue over which reality show is the most unhinged, and split groceries without keeping score. it feels like a genuine friendship, comfortable and low-pressure.

you find him attractive, sure. tall, sharp jawline, dark hair that falls into his eyes when he laughs, and that quiet confidence that makes him effortlessly magnetic. but that’s it. no butterflies, no crush, no romantic feelings. just pure physical appreciation. you’ve caught him staring more than once — eyes lingering on your cleavage when you wear loose tank tops around the apartment, or dropping to your ass when you bend over to grab something from the fridge. he always looks away quickly, cheeks faintly pink, and you pretend not to notice.

it’s harmless. mutual, even.

what isn’t harmless is how unbearably horny you’ve been lately.

it’s been months since you last had sex. your last situationship ended messily, and between work stress and just not wanting to deal with dating apps, you’ve been in a long dry spell. your vibrator has been working overtime, but it’s not the same as being touched by someone else — skin on skin, weight pressing you down, hands that aren’t your own. the ache has been building for weeks, a constant low hum under your skin that makes you restless.

nicholas mentioned that morning he’d be gone most of the afternoon — some errands across town, then meeting a friend. you waved him off with a smile, already mentally planning your solo session. the second the front door clicked shut, you let out a long breath. the apartment was finally yours.

you start slow and indulgent. you run a warm bath, adding your favorite lavender-scented bubbles. you light a couple of candles on the bathroom counter and dim the lights, soft r&b playing from your phone speaker. you soak for nearly forty minutes, letting the hot water loosen every tight muscle. your fingers trail lazily over your body under the water — circling your nipples, sliding down your stomach, teasing between your thighs without rushing. by the time you step out, your skin is flushed and your core is already throbbing with need.

wrapped in just a towel, you move to your bedroom. the leds are set to a deep red-purple glow, casting everything in a sultry light. you put on a slow playlist — the weeknd, sza, daniel caesar — and let the music fill the room. you drop the towel and climb onto your bed, completely naked, pillows arranged behind you so you can recline comfortably.

your hands start exploring immediately. you cup your breasts, squeezing gently, rolling your nipples between your fingers until they pebble. a soft sigh escapes you. “fuck, i needed this,” you murmur to yourself. one hand slides lower, tracing your inner thighs before dipping between your legs. you’re already wet, slick coating your fingers as you spread it over your clit.

you circle slowly at first, teasing, building it up. your hips twitch. “mmh… yes…” the words slip out naturally. you’ve been alone long enough that you don’t hold back anymore. you push two fingers inside yourself, curling them, pumping steadily while your other hand keeps working your clit. the wet sounds mix with the music. your breathing grows heavier, moans rising freely.

“god, i’m so fucking horny,” you whisper, voice breathy. “i need to cum so bad…”

you pick up the pace, fingers thrusting faster. your back arches off the bed. the first orgasm hits you hard after a few minutes — sudden and intense, thighs shaking as you ride your hand through it. you cry out, loud and unrestrained, “fuck— yes, right there— oh my god…”

you don’t stop. you keep going, drawing it out, then switch to your vibrator. it’s a strong one, the kind with multiple settings. your best friend was the one who bought it for you, "just in case a man disappoint you!" she said.

you click it on medium and press the buzzing head directly against your swollen clit. your whole body jolts.

“shit— too much,” you gasp, but you don’t pull it away. instead you spread your legs wider, knees bent, giving yourself full access. the vibrations send sharp pleasure shooting through you. you push the toy lower, sliding it along your folds before pressing it inside just a little, then back to your clit. your moans get louder, shameless.

“fuck… i wish someone was here to fuck me properly,” you pant, talking to the empty room. “need a cock so bad… been so empty for months…”

the second orgasm builds faster. your free hand pinches your nipple hard. the vibrator hums relentlessly. you’re writhing on the sheets now, hips grinding against the toy.

“i’m gonna cum again— fuck, i’m cumming—!” your voice breaks into a loud, drawn-out moan as the second climax crashes over you, even stronger than the first. your legs tremble violently, pussy clenching and gushing. you keep the vibrator pressed there through the aftershocks, riding every wave until it becomes too sensitive and you finally switch it off with a shaky hand.

you lie there panting, chest heaving, a blissed-out smile on your face. the room smells like candles and sex. your body feels loose and satisfied for the first time in weeks. you close your eyes, letting the music wash over you, completely unaware of the front door opening.

nicholas had come back earlier than expected. traffic was lighter than he thought. he stepped inside quietly, kicking off his shoes, and heard the music coming from your room. then he heard the moans.

at first he froze, thinking maybe you were watching something. but the sounds were raw, real. your voice — loud, needy, saying things that made heat rush straight to his groin. he stood in the hallway for a minute, conflicted, but when another loud cry echoed and then suddenly cut off, worry spiked. what if something was wrong? you sounded like you were in pain… or something like that.

he knocked softly. no answer.

he knocked again. “hey… are you okay in there?”

still nothing. the music was still playing, but no response. genuine concern took over. he turned the handle slowly and pushed the door open.

the sight that greeted him stopped him dead.

you sprawled on your bed, naked, legs still slightly spread, skin glistening with sweat, vibrator lying beside your thigh, your fingers shiny with your own arousal. your eyes fly open at the sound of the door and lock onto him in pure horror.

“oh my god—!” you scramble desperately, yanking the comforter over your body, face burning crimson. “nico! what the fuck— get out! oh my god, i— i didn’t hear you—”

you’re mortified, pulling the blanket all the way up to your chin, heart hammering so hard you feel dizzy. this is your housemate. your friend. the guy who makes you laugh over burnt toast. and he just saw you like this — legs open, mid-afterglow, talking filth to yourself.

nicholas stands there for a second, eyes wide, but then his expression shifts. the initial shock melts into something darker, amused. a slow, low laugh rumbles out of his chest.

he doesn’t leave. he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.

“damn,” he says, voice a little rough. “if you needed it that bad, you could’ve just asked for my help, you know.”

your brain short-circuits. you stare at him, mouth open, cheeks impossibly hotter. “i— what?”

he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. his eyes rake over the blanket-covered shape of you, lingering like they have so many times before — only this time there’s no pretense.

“i’ve been trying not to stare too obviously,” he admits, still chuckling softly, but there’s heat in his gaze now. “but fuck… hearing you moan like that? saying you need cock? baby, i’ve been hard for you for months every time you walk around in those tiny shorts.”

you’re still flustered beyond words, clutching the blanket like a shield, but his words send a fresh wave of arousal through your oversensitive body. the embarrassment mixes with something else — excitement.

nicholas tilts his head, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. “so… are you gonna kick me out? or do you want me to help you with that problem you were complaining about?”

the air in the room feels thick. your dry spell, the way he’s looking at you, the fact that he just watched you fall apart twice… everything crashes together.

you bite your lip, heart racing, and slowly loosen your grip on the blanket just a little.

“close the door properly,” you whisper, voice shaky but certain.

nicholas’s smirk widens. he locks the door for some reason — it's not like someone else could come inside, given that only you two live there, right? you snort. your laugh dies when you see him pull his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the toned body you’ve only ever glimpsed before.

“good choice,” he murmurs, crawling onto the bed toward you. “now let me take care of you properly this time.”

you swallow hard, heart pounding against your ribs as nicholas crawls onto the bed, shirtless, muscles shifting under smooth skin. the comforter is still clutched to your chest like a lifeline, but your body is already betraying you — nipples tight, core clenching at the sight of him. he looks at you with that lazy, knowing smirk, eyes dark with want.

“you don’t have to hide anymore,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. one hand gently tugs at the edge of the blanket. “i already saw everything. and fuck, you looked so good falling apart like that.”

your face burns, but the embarrassment is fading fast, replaced by pure need. months of frustration bubble up. you let the blanket slip down slowly, exposing your breasts, then your stomach, until it pools around your waist. nicholas’s gaze drops immediately, hungry.

“beautiful,” he breathes. he reaches out, palm skimming up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. you shiver. “been thinking about these for weeks every time you walk around without a bra.”

you let out a shaky laugh. “pervert.”

“guilty.” he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. then another lower, lips closing around your nipple. the wet heat of his mouth makes you moan instantly. he sucks gently, tongue flicking, while his hand squeezes the other breast. your fingers thread into his dark hair, holding him there.

“nico… fuck,” you whisper. it feels different when it’s someone else’s mouth. better.

he moves lower, kissing down your stomach, hands spreading your thighs wide. you’re still slick from your earlier orgasms, pussy glistening. nicholas groans at the sight.

“so wet already. all that from your toys?” he teases, breath hot against your inner thigh. “let me taste how desperate you’ve been.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. his tongue drags slowly up your slit, licking up your arousal. your back arches hard, a loud moan tearing from your throat. he chuckles against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.

“be loud again,” he murmurs approvingly. “don’t hold back. i wanna hear everything.”

nicholas eats you out like he’s starving. his tongue circles your clit with perfect pressure, then dips inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. two fingers slide in easily, curling against that spot that makes your toes curl. you’re loud — shamelessly loud — moaning his name, hips grinding against his face.

“yes— right there, oh god— nico, your tongue feels so good,” you babble, head thrown back. he sucks your clit into his mouth and hums, fingers pumping faster. the wet, obscene sounds fill the room alongside your cries.

your third orgasm hits fast and hard. thighs clamping around his head, you shake and gush against his tongue, moaning brokenly. he keeps licking you through it, gentler now, until you push at his shoulders, oversensitive.

he sits up, lips shiny with you, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. his sweats are tented obscenely. you reach for him, palming his cock through the fabric.

“i want you,” you say, voice hoarse. “been needing a real cock for so long.”

nicholas groans, pushing his sweats and boxers down in one motion. his dick springs free — thick, long, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. you wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly. he’s heavy and hot in your palm.

“careful,” he warns, hips twitching. “i’ve been hard since i walked in and heard you moaning about needing to be fucked.”

you stroke him faster, thumb swirling over the head. “then fuck me already.”

he flips you onto your back, settling between your spread legs. the head of his cock nudges your entrance, sliding through your wetness. he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open. you both moan loudly at the feeling.

“so fucking tight,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “been saving this pussy for me?”

“shut up,” you gasp, but your walls flutter around him. when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, the fullness is overwhelming. perfect.

nicholas starts moving — deep, steady thrusts that make your bed creak. he leans down, kissing you messily, tongues sliding together as he fucks you. one hand pins your wrist above your head, the other grips your hip, pulling you into every stroke.

“feel so good,” he groans against your mouth. “better than i imagined. so warm and wet for me.”

you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. the angle lets him hit deeper, grinding against your g-spot with every thrust. your moans mix with his — raw, needy sounds that echo in the bedroom.

he picks up the pace, pounding into you harder. skin slaps against skin. your breasts bounce with every thrust and he leans down to suck marks into them.

“cum on my cock,” he demands, voice rough. “let me feel you.”

you do — loudly. the fourth orgasm rips through you, pussy clenching rhythmically around him. nicholas curses, fucking you through it, then pulls out suddenly. he strokes himself fast, spilling hot ropes of cum across your stomach and tits with a deep groan.

you both pant, catching your breath. he collapses beside you for a moment, then reaches for tissues on your nightstand, cleaning you up gently.

“that was just round one,” he says with a wicked grin, tossing the tissues aside. “you’ve been horny for months. i’m not letting you leave this bed until you’re satisfied.”

you laugh breathlessly. “bold of you.”

but you discover pretty quicly he really means it.

he pulls you on top of him next, hands guiding your hips as you sink down onto his cock again. you ride him slow at first, grinding in circles, hands braced on his chest. nicholas watches you with hooded eyes, thumbs stroking your nipples.

“fuck, look at you,” he murmurs. “so pretty bouncing on my dick.”

you pick up speed, slamming down harder. he meets you with upward thrusts, hitting deep. your moans turn into cries again. he sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, mouth latching onto your neck as you ride him. the new position presses your clit against his pelvis with every roll of your hips.

you cum again like that, shaking in his arms. he flips you onto all fours after, gripping your hips and fucking you from behind. his hand reaches around to rub your clit while he pounds into you, relentless.

“say it again,” he growls, spanking your ass lightly. “tell me what you were moaning earlier.”

“need your cock— fuck, nico, harder— i've been so empty,” you sob into the pillow, pushing back against him.

he gives you what you want, hips snapping fast. the bed shakes. another orgasm tears through you, and this time he follows, burying himself deep and filling you with cum.

you collapse together, sweaty and spent. nicholas pulls you against his chest, arms wrapped around you. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.

“you okay?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. the dominant heat from earlier fades into gentle care.

“more than okay,” you mumble, smiling against his skin. “that was… exactly what i needed.”

he chuckles. “good. because this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing. whenever you’re horny and i’m home… door’s open. literally.”

you snort, lightly slapping his chest. “housemates with benefits?”

“something like that.” he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “no pressure, no strings. just… helping each other out when we need it.”

you nod, already feeling the low thrum of arousal returning as his hand slides down to cup your ass. the afternoon stretches long. he goes down on you again in the shower later, water cascading over both of you while you lean against the tiles and moan his name. then he fucks you against the bathroom counter, slow and deep, making you watch in the mirror as he takes you apart once more.

by evening you’re both exhausted, tangled in your sheets again. nicholas orders takeout while you lie naked against him, his fingers idly playing with your hair.

“this changes nothing between us, right?” you ask quietly, tracing a finger over his abs. “still friends. still housemates.”

“exactly,” he agrees, squeezing your waist. “just… a really fun bonus now.”

you smile, content. the dry spell is officially over, and living with nicholas just got a whole lot more interesting. as the sun sets and the leds glow softly around the room, he rolls you under him again, lips brushing yours.

“ready for round… whatever we’re on now?” he teases.

you laugh and pull him down for a kiss.

“fuck yeah.”

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[lunegenic]

dreaming.

in which you take a nap and give nico permission to try a kink you've always fantasized about. or - the one where you wake up with nico inside you. wc: 2k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), consensual somnophilia, raw sex, creampie, cockwarming, breeding kink, nico gets rough, minors do not interact!

It was a hot summer day, too hot to be outside under the sweltering sun. Instead, you opted to read on the couch with a fan oscillating back and forth. It became so rhythmic and quiet, you fell asleep with the book in your lap.

Meanwhile, Nico was seething, much like the broiling air outside. He was annoyed and stressed, and nothing was going to soften his mood.

The moment he laid eyes on you, he stood corrected.

You looked so peaceful on the couch, sleeping soundly. Nico quietly stepped out of his shoes and put his things away, careful not to wake you. All the while, your boyfriend was eyeing you.

Dressed in a sheer tee and panties in an attempt to stay cool, you looked mouth-watering. Nico crept closer, remembering the conversation you and he had where you gave him permission to touch you in your sleep.

Nico watched your face when he lowered to the couch, fully expecting you to wake up when he carefully slipped your panties off.

"I don't know. It turns me on, you fucking me awake," you'd told him before, and Nico had gotten so hard he couldn't see straight.

It just meant you trusted him deeply with your body. And Nico got off to that. The connection he had with you was indescribable. Your total surrender, only getting pleasure from him.

Nico's hands gently traced up your body, under your tee, which was sticking to you slightly because of the light sheen of sweat on your skin. He gingerly pulled it over your head and dropped it to the floor, situating himself between your legs.

To Nico's surprise, you still didn't wake when he palmed your sex. He started to debate if fingers in your cunt might pull you out of sleep and selfishly, Nico wanted only to wake you with his cock.

Slicking his length with his saliva, which was already painfully hard in his hand from seeing you pliant beneath him, Nico fitted his cock into your entrance and pushed in, inch-by-inch, feeling your velvet walls give way.

You still didn't move, which both annoyed and relieved Nico. On the one hand, he thought penetrating you would wake you right up, having to stretch to accomodate him. On the other, you staying asleep meant he got to use you exactly as you had asked him to.

Nico propped up on his hands and knees, and eased his cock back and forth in your perfect pussy. Your bodies touched only where he gloved his dick in you. A groan escaped him, then another; Nico knew he wasn't going to last long.

And given you were asleep, he didn't have to worry about how fast he was finishing.

There was a little wet slap every time he thrust, making Nico shake his head that you could still get so wet for him even while you slept. He watched your breasts bounce with his movements and he hissed, "You don't even know how perfect you are."

Nico sped up, grasping your hips and emptying himself inside you, his sounds of pleasure filling the room. Nico's eyes lolled and he blinked to clear his vision, shaking his head. His hair was damp with sweat and the fan made the drops cool on his skin.

Looking down at you, sleeping soundly with a belly full of cum, made Nico decide he was staying right there, his cock still between your folds. He lowered down, pressing a soft kiss on your chest before laying his head in the crook of your neck.

You don't remember what you were dreaming about, only that you felt warm and safe. And full. A little tension stitched your brows.

Nico kept kissing at your neck, the wet pop reaching your ears. Your legs shifted, rubbing against his hips. Nico felt his cock getting hard inside you again (not that he'd gone totally soft while your pussy warmed him), and he thrust forward gently, reflexive to your walls clenching on him.

"Nico," you sighed, slowly waking. Your hands instinctively went to his waist and your eyes opened, a kiss landing on your lips the moment your gazes met.

Nico kissed you with hot intent, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he stroked his cock back and forth in your cunt, biting his lip when you moaned.

"Hear that?" Nico asked, referring to the very wet pop when he bottomed out.

You met his eyes and nodded.

"You're already full of cum, baby."

Arousal flushed through your body and you tightened your thighs on his waist, drawing him into you. Your voice was weak when you asked, "You fucked me and came in me already?"

Nico smirked darkly. "Mmhm."

"How was it?"

"I didn't last long," Nico said with a little chuckle, still arching his hips into you.

You smiled bashfully, earning yourself another kiss. Settling deeper into the couch, you draped your legs on Nico's hips, held onto his arms, and lost yourself in his eyes as he fucked you.

Nico couldn't pull his gaze from you. He eased himself back and forth in your wet, warm pussy, eagerly sucking him back in. Your body was so in love with him and Nico was obsessed with you.

Little nothings spilled from your lips and you bit down to fight them. Nico was so hard and deep, you could feel him in the pit of your stomach. Already being slick with his load turned you on, along with the image of him using you like a vessel for his pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Nico groaned, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, freeing it from your teeth. "Just wanna fuck you for hours. Feel that pussy come on me."

"Do it," you sighed, winding your fingers into his sweaty hair and tugging. "Make me feel you for days."

"Fuck," Nico swore, crashing his lips on yours and kissing you hungrily. The lewd wet squelch when he bottomed out made his cock twitch and he shoved in harder, making you arch up into him.

Curious, you peered up into his dark eyes and asked, "Did you stay in me after you came?"

Nico smirked a little. "Yeah. Filled you up, stayed in, and kept pumping balls deep in you."

"Oh god..."

"Tight fucking pussy didn't let me get soft," Nico whispered hotly, his thrusts coming faster, his hand brushing up your body to palm your breast. "Just wanted to milk more cum outta me, huh?"

You nodded, his words and his voice making your cunt clench on him. Your toes were already curling. Orgasm was on the tip of your tongue.

In the next second, Nico's hand left your breast to wrap around your throat and squeeze. He smacked his hips into yours, driving into you with the intent of finishing you off, and his lips ghosted over yours when he said, "Come for me. Now. Don't make me say it again."

You were sore from his big cock stretching you out, stuffing you full over and over, that you felt like a nerve laid bare, all the stimulation hitting you at once. You felt the pleasure of him deep in your belly hitting the spot just right and at his command you came, your cries cut off by the hand around your throat.

"Good girl," Nico sighed, working you through the orgasm at his steady pace, grunting at the pulsing of your sex on his dick.

If two people were meant to be tangled together, Nico knew in his soul it was you and him.

After hitting the peak, your body shook from the euphoria, your eyes lolling into your head. You realized too late that you'd found purchase in Nico's back, your nails digging into his skin. Nico, of course, was delighted. He lived for the marks you left behind in his flesh; a reminder that he'd buried his cock inside you.

Nico groaned and licked his lips to wet them, kissing you as he kept colliding his hips into yours, your little noises filling his mouth. "I know, baby," he said, loving your whimpers. "Just a little more."

You were right at your limit. Your cunt was sore in the best way, but Nico's stiff cock kept sheathing inside you. If he had his way, he'd keep easing his dick in and out of your pussy until one of you tapped out.

"Please, come," you begged him in a faint whisper.

Nico assessed you a moment, watching your pretty face tense when he thrust in, then your breasts bouncing with his movements. He didn't want it to end, but your body was screaming for a reprieve. Nico grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, and started to fuck you at a relentless pace.

"Take it, baby." His voice was a growl, almost drowned out by your moans and whines. "Almost there. Fucking shit. You're gonna take all of it."

You cried out when his cock kissed your cervix and with another stroke Nico came with a loud groan, painting your walls with another load. You watched his eyes go hazy, his lips parted, his arms shaking as he gripped your hands tighter, the pleasure tearing through his body.

"Fuck," Nico chanted, trying to catch his breath and failing. He was panting. He stayed painfully still, his cock taking its sweet time going soft in you, but once it did, he pulled out and fell back onto the other side of the sofa.

It caught you off-guard; how empty you felt with him no longer filling you, but then you were distracted by his cum slipping out and you quickly rolled to your side and closed your legs.

Nico was there in a flash, steering you onto your back again and, holding your legs together, bent toward your body. "Keep it all in," he whispered darkly.

You let him do as he pleased, because the man had tapped into everyone of your kinks, and all he did was turn you on so bad you couldn't think straight.

Nico couldn't help himself; he cupped your sex, teasing his fingers through your folds and moved your ankles to be on his shoulders just as he locked eyes with you.

You made a little noise and Nico couldn't decipher it so he asked, "Sore?"

You nodded.

"How sore?"

"If you put your dick in me again right now I'd probably die," you quipped.

Nico chuckled. "Lucky for you, my balls are empty at the moment. Thanks to you."

You bit your lip, staring at his handsome face damp with sweat and flushed with heat, and thinking, This sexy motherfucker...

Nico cocked his head and asked, "If you're so sore, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I can't help it."

Two fingers slowly pressed into your swollen cunt and you gripped the sofa in your fists, crying out his name in a mix of surprise and fuck, how could it hurt so good?

Nico shook his head. "I swear to god, baby. I just wanna fuck my cum into you all day."

[guliexe]

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<𝟑 let daddy use you how he likes

<𝟑 filling his angel up

<𝟑 making out with your pussy

<𝟑 rewarding his girl

<𝟑 what a good bunny

<𝟑 i think this is nicho coded

[luvyeni]

• a little bit louder . ִֶָ་. 🪽 ་༘

⌗alittlebitlouder — after his friends question his ability to please you he goes out of his way to prove them wrong ..

( nicholas x fem!reader ) • warnings. fingering , exhibition??. unprotected sex , dirty talk , reader is a screamer ..yeah 𓄵 word count. 848 { back to library }

( request ). Hiii I hope you’re doing amazing!! Can I request Nico X introvert gf who is more on the quiet side. The members don’t believe Nico on how loud she gets when the two are intimate. They tease him even saying things like how he’s probably not pleasing her right. The teasing keeps going on until he eventually proves them wrong one night

( yeni’s notes ). yall deserve it .. for my rants about love island

he was in the middle of a conversation with maki when you got up from his lap where you were sitting quietly. “you okay?” he held your hand, rubbing your knuckles softly.

“i’m fine.” you said , “just gonna take a break.”

he nodded letting you walk into his bedroom , he knew sometimes you just wanted to be alone , you were more on the quiet side and he respected that. “where is she going?”

“to my room it was getting a bit loud in here for her.” he said like it was normal , because it was for him — he could already see his friends' faces curling up in evil smiles , he rolled his eyes. “don’t fucking start.”

“can i just ask a question?” maki asked , lowering his voice so you couldn’t hear. “is she also that quiet in bed?”

“it’s none of your business… but no she isn’t.”

“bullshit.” fuma said. “i’ve never heard you two , and these walls are thin as hell.”

“is she quiet because you aren’t doing it right?” k raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner , nicholas shook his head. “trust me , i know what i’m doing and she is very much satisfied.”

not letting his friends who were now mocking him get to him ; because he knew it wasn’t true — if anything it was best you were quiet when you were in the dorm , because if only they knew how loud you could get.

“nicho.” you laughed as he jumped on to the bed later that night , the dorm quiet as everyone retreated to their own bedrooms. “stop it.”

“come here baby.” he pulled you into his lap , holding your waist as you straddled his legs. “so pretty.”

you smiled , pushing at his shoulders. “stop it.” but you didn’t move , you suddenly got serious. “did i make your friends uncomfortable earlier?” you ask. “just up and leaving like that , it was just getting loud.”

“they understand pretty , you like to be alone.” he reached up, kissing your collarbones. “and i don’t care what they think , it’s my favorite thing about you.” he said.

“that’s stupid.”

he flipped you over; you yelped , before laughing , slapping his shoulders. “it really is , that means i don’t have to share you anyone , we can just stay here.” he kissed your neck , holding your thigh around his waist.

“alone.”

grinding his hips into yours , his bulge heavy against your cunt. “nicho.” you whispered , trying not to moan out of fear for his members. “yo-your members.”

“it’s okay baby.” he kept grinding his hips. “they can’t hear you.” he said , pulling your panties down; spreading your legs open , your dripping cunt on display.

“th-they might— ah!” a moan caught in your throat as he pressed down on your clit. “nicho.” he rubbed figure 8’s on your bud.

“come on baby, you can be louder, can't you pretty?” his finger teasing your entrance. “let me hear those pretty sounds.” he coaxed your moans out of you , curling his fingers inside of you.

“or do you need my cock to make you scream?”

holding your leg up , using his other hand to rubbing his thick cock against your folds. “so fucking wet baby.” teasing you with his cock. “want you to be loud okay?”

before you could protest , he was pushing his cock into you. “nicho!” you shouted , he smirked; his hips moving with purpose , with such vigor — like he was trying to get you to moan loud.

“st-stop.” you tried to cover your mouth , but he held your hand down at your waist as he continued to pound into you. “nicho fuck.”

“thats it baby.” he grunted. “so loud fa me, let everyone hear how much you love my cock.” his cock kissing your cervix , you were a mess , unable to conceal your moans. “you gonna cum.”

“ye-yes.”

holding your waist , pounding into you , he fucked deep inside you. “-fuck- cum for me .” he grunted , toying with your clit , rubbing it with his thumb , your legs shook. “cum all over my cock , be loud.”

his name fell from your lips like a chant as you came , you covered your face as he continued fucking you , his peak hitting. “oh fuck.” he cursed , his warm load filling you up.

he finally slipped out of you , rubbing your sore thighs. “nicho.” you whined. “they probably heard us.”

he smirked , his body falling next to yours. “it’s okay baby i doubt they hated it.” he said. “you sounded so pretty.” he kissed your temples , pulling your body into his , comforting you. “i’ll make sure they won’t say anything to embarrass you , i swear.”

the next morning he slipped out of the room where you were sleeping soundly making his way into the kitchen where he was met with a few annoyed faces. “are you fucking serious?”

he shrugged. “you asked if she was loud.” he continued on to the fridge for water. “i just showed you.”

“oh fuck off you didn’t say she was that loud , it was the most i’ve ever heard her talk.” fuma said , sleep still in his eyes. “i thought your damn door was open.” his chest swelled with pride. “asshole.”

“don’t question my abilities on how to keep my girl satisfied.” he said making his way back to you.

[sunmoonnie]

Tunnel vision

husband!maki x wife!fem!reader

✟ 𓏼꫶ summary :: growing up, your parents taught you to only have sex after marriage, and on your wedding night, you backed up like an abandoned puppy because you were so nervous. however, your husband setting your honeymoon on a yacht with beautiful ocean view changed a few things, and it somehow made your confidence grow...

✟ 𓏼꫶ genre :: smut with small plot, marriage au, small angst, fluff

✟ 𓏼꫶ tags :: religious trauma, forced Christianity (it's not a big part of the story but it gives a little character), lots of kissing, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie, virginity kink, fingering, reverse cowgirl, body worship, maki is obsessed with reader and reader is obsessed with maki, flirting, graphic explicit content, sex on a yacht, hair pulling, protected sex, unprotected sex (do NOT do that), p in v, rough sex, maki is possessive, virgin!reader, lmk if i missed something

✟ 𓏼꫶ wc :: 6.3k

✟ 𓏼꫶ requested by @makizdoll — kayzzzzzz i hope you like this because i put all my heart into this and some parts even made ME giggle and daydream about this man... gosh i love your mind sm let me kiss you for requesting this

now playing :: tunnel vision — justin timberlake

notes :: did i write this whole thing in one sitting? yes! did i have to lock myself in my room to write this whole thing in one sitting? yes! my translator died for some reason and i crashed out numerous times, plus my search history makes me seem like im insane. but it worth it. i still think the smut part turned out kindaa badly and i read it a loooot of times, but fml i give up. (and the smut part is 4k words long...)

You never thought you’d end up with someone like Maki. It was more likely because your parents were so obsessed with your life and who you like, you thought you'd marry someone they liked more rather than you. You have already accepted your fate when you were thirteen, going to church with your head ducked down, eyes fixed on your steps and your dark brown boots. You thought your parents would have control over your life until you die. They would decide your future career, who you date, marry, how many children you will have.

Your mother is a believer of Christ, and your father just loves your mom so much he had turned to Christianity for their love to last. In contact, you’ve never really understood the hype around religions. Obviously you were afraid to admit this to your parents as a kid, and you are still afraid to do it at the age of twenty something. 

You steal a glance at your parents sitting in the corner, and you feel the pit of your stomach burning as you see their judgemental gaze as they watch your husband dance like an idiot on the dance floor. He's drunk, might be the drunkest you’ve ever seen him, his shirt already having the top two buttons undone.

That burning sensation crawls up to your throat the moment you see your mom lean closer to your dad, whispering something into his ear. 

“Why don't you dance with him?” Someone of the guests pats your forearm, making you look away from your parents. You don't exactly know who she is, but she sounds sweet, her voice like honey. Might be one of Maki’s relatives. 

You shoot her a smile, shaking your head. Just imagining your parents' reaction at you dancing with someone they hate makes your eyes tear up with shame. “He’s funny to watch”

“Come on, darling! It's your wedding” She says, something like sadness lingering in her eyes. Your eyes flicker between your parents and Maki who still dances with nothing bothering him in the world, a big smile on his face. 

You can't stop the smile that tugs in the corner of your lips as you watch him, feeling the burning sensation getting washed away by butterflies. After a few moments of hesitation, you stand up and walk up to him. When he sees you, his whole face lights up as he walks towards you and embraces you into a tight hug, the champagne in his hand darting dangerously close to the glass’s rim as he moves. “Finally!” you feel his breath on your neck “I thought you'd never dance with me” 

You smile as you pull back from the hug and hold his hands, and Maki spins you around with a laugh. For the rest of the night, you decide to not look at your parents. They can rot in the corner of the room. 

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Maki kicks the door of the hotel room with his leg lazily, a soft click signaling that the door is locked. His tongue has been exploring your mouth since you two have gotten out of the elevator. You tried to stop him, giggling as you took your heels off, but he said he just ‘couldn't stop himself’ so you let him. 

His hands softly grazed your waist, touching the exposed skin there. Your wedding dress was designed a little bit differently than the ones you used to see in tv shows and movies. It wasn't that big, and didn't have that dramatic skirt part. It was basically a pencil skirt made out of silk fabric. The shoulder part hung off your shoulders, exposing your collarbone, the back was cut out down to your waist. 

Maki pushes you back gently, leading you to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The swan origami pieces of towels are still perfectly settled in the middle of it. When he softly bites your bottom lip, you let out a hiss and pull back.

You have been fantasizing about this moment your whole life. What is it like to be in someone's arms? What is it like to be intimate with someone? It's kinda embarrassing to admit that ever since you knew what ‘sex’ meant, you imagined yourself having it. It's even more embarrassing to admit how much it scared you. 

You pull your shaky hands away from his shoulders, fiddling with your silver necklace instead. Maki’s eyes scan your face confusedly, his thick brows knitting together in a frown. “Is everything alright?” he whispers as he lets his own hands drop from your waist.

You step away, putting a distance between you two. The truth is that you are even more scared now in the moment that you were when you just thought about it. Having sex is a big thing. You always thought you were just overthinking everything, about having it with ‘the right person’ or ‘regretting it right after’. As your friends also said — you will forget all your worries when you are in the moment. 

That's supposed to happen now, right? So why does your stomach do backflips like your life depends on this? It's your wedding night. You must have sex on your wedding night. Everybody knows that it's a tradition, Maki too, and looking at his confused face makes you spiral shamefully. It's his night too. 

“I'm sorry I just—” you say, sighing deeply. “I’ve never really been with anyone before” 

The silver necklace between your fingers lets out a small sound as it rips, falling to the ground. You and Maki both follow it with your eyes, and you take another step back. God, you can't cry now. It can't happen. You can cry after you’ve done it and you lay in your bed in darkness, but not now! 

Seeing the concern on your face, Maki’s expression softens and a small smile tugs in the corner of his lips. “Hey, it's okay” 

Your body tenses “Okay? No it's not… I’m just, I shouldn't feel like this” 

He steps closer and rubs your shoulders softly, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “Can I take you somewhere? And you can talk about it if you want” he tilts his head as he looks at you, and when was the time when you could say no to that handsome face of his? 

You nod your head, and he grabs your hand excitedly as he leads you out of the room and gestures to you to stay silent by putting a finger in front of his lips. You swallow a giggle when you get in the elevator, him still holding your hand when he presses the 0 button. 

“Maki, I don't have shoes on” you laugh, balancing your weight from one foot to the other on the cold tiles. 

He looks down to your naked feet and laughs too. The elevator stops with a soft ding sound, and Maki suddenly squats down to grab onto the back of your knees and your waist, unexpectedly picking you up from the ground. A small scream leaves your mouth, the action catching you off guard and you try to grab onto the back of his neck as quickly as possible so you don't fall from his arms.

“What are you doing silly?” you ask, giggling. 

“I don't want my princess to catch a cold” he simply answers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and steps out of the elevator, walking through the hallway that leads to the parking lot. 

He doesn't even put you down when he opens the heavy door, he just kicks it open. It's already late at night, the whole hotel is covered in warm lights that leave everyone's jaw open. 

When choosing the hotel to stay in after your wedding, you let Maki choose. He chose a hotel in a rich city you’ve never been in, that's another reason why your parents hate him. They always wanted you to have your wedding in your hometown, not some luxurious place. 

You wanted him to surprise you with something, and this will also happen with your honeymoon. Yes, you have no idea where you are going to stay during your honeymoon with your husband. Most people were shocked when you told them this, but you trust Maki’s choice of places when it comes to things like this. He always knows the best places, when you two met and he took you on dates, he was always the one who chose the restaurants. It was always the same line he told you ‘let me surprise you’ with that slight tilt of his head and puppy eyes that you could never say no to.

The soft summer breeze tickles your skin as Maki carries you to your car, and you can't stop admiring his face in the dim lights of the hotel as he walks, not an ounce of struggle sitting out on his expression as he grips your legs and waist strongly.

He only puts you down when he has to open up the passenger seat’s door for you. Then, he slides onto the driver's seat and starts the engine. He smiles at you before he drives out of the packed parking lot. 

“Where are we going?” you ask while looking out of the window, the city’s lights making your eyes sparkle. 

“Don't be nosy” he answers, tone low. “Let me surprise you” 

And you do, like always. You don't say anything else until you get there, letting him take the turns that you have no idea of where they lead. You never thought you'd trust a man like you trust Maki. With him, everything feels safe. Sometimes it feels like he's not even a man, because he's so loyal and kind, and also caring.

And as your mom taught you, only religious men can be like that, who follow the Bible.

Maki leans back in his seat when he stops the engine, turning his head towards you. You scan the place when you look out of the front window, then you narrow your eyes at him with a smile on your face.

“A convenience store?” 

He nods proudly “It's 2 am, nothing else is open” he slowly slides his hand to your lap, interlinking your fingers together. “Let's get snacks”

The store is big. Obviously you have been in a big store, that's not the case, but for a convenience store this is the biggest you’ve ever been in. The cashier is barely awake, he’s holding onto the countertop with all his strength so he can stay standing, but his head is ducked down and you can't see if his eyes are open or closed because his red cap covers his face, but you have a guess.

“I’ve never been in a convenience store so big” you comment as you let Maki grab onto your hand, interlinking your fingers again. You imagined you and Maki from the perspective of an outsider, because how dumb is it to see a freshly married couple in a wedding dress and suit (well, not really a suit anymore because he took off the blazer and his shirt is half undone) in a convenience store in the middle of the night.

“I heard you can make multiple variants of ramen here” he says as he leads you to the snack section, stopping in front of the sweets.

He hums as he looks up and looks for your favorite snack, and he lets out an excited ‘ah!’ when he finally finds it and picks it up. 

“But you don't even like sweets?” you ask confusedly, Maki just shrugs. 

“I know, but I want to make you feel good. If you like sweets then we are getting sweets.” he states and puts the pack of brownies in your cart. Then he looks back on the shelves and picks up a few more snacks randomly. 

“What are you doing?”

“We should try them” he smiles and leans in to kiss your cheeks, not even caring to look at the price of the sweets. Around five different types of chocolate bars in different sizes and flavors, three packs of gummy bears and eight packs of brownies were in your cart when he finally decided it's time to pay and leave. It took you a few minutes to convince him to get something he likes too, and grumbling to himself he picked up a singular pack of cheetos. 

You stayed up all night, but you did not have sex on your wedding night. Instead, you and Maki ate every sweet (and the cheetos) you bought, and you had to admit that for some reason they tasted way better than the ones you used to eat in your hometown. It's like the quality was better, maybe because their prices were three times more expensive than the ones you buy on bad days in your town’s corner shop, when you have your period or just have a bad day at work. They gained a whole new meaning in your eyes.

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Maki watches the glint in your eyes when he moves behind you and grabs your wrists to slowly move away your palms from in front of your eyes. Your jaw nearly drops and he can't help but laugh at your reaction. 

A freaking yacht? 

“You rented a yacht for our honeymoon?” you ask, fixing your eyes on the huge ship. 

It was enormous. Multiple floors, balconies and the whole thing was so long you questioned if he didn't invite more people, because there's no way you two will have this whole thing for a week all to yourselves. 

“Well” he laughs and moves to your side, his hand squeezing your waist “I didn't rent it”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, and he looks down at you with a smirk on his face. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “You—? There's no way, Maki” you shake your head, looking back at the huge yacht. This couldn't be true. 

“Accept this as my wedding gift for you, wifey” 

“Guests buy wedding gifts for the married couple and not the husband for the wife. Especially not a whole yacht” 

He laughs and reaches down to your hand, sliding his big palm onto yours. “Aren't you happy? We can do whatever with this. I know you love the ocean, so why not explore it a little bit?” he hints a kiss in your hair. 

You shrug, just imagining how expensive the ship was freaks you out. But at the same time, you know his family is way more different than yours. His father owns a whole damn company, and you know they are way less strict than your parents. You already knew this, but now you are sure (mainly because you can see it in front of your own eyes) that their wallet is thick. 

Your lips curl into a smile, and you turn to step on the tip of your toes and kiss him. “I’m not against it”

The rest of the day goes away pretty quickly, but you know what they say — time doesn't exist when you have a good time. And oh boy, you did have an amazing time. Turns out Maki knows how to drive the yacht, and you had to hide how much it turns you on. 

You swam in the ocean numerous times, because your husband not only bought you the whole yacht but apparently clothes too, and shoes, and bags, and there is a whole damn kitchen downstairs which is full of food and bowls and everything you might ever need for cooking. 

He led you around in your new ship — obviously holding your hand the whole time — and as you entered every room, with each one it seemed more like a place to live in rather than a place to just explore the ocean with. There are numerous guest rooms in it, but your favorite one is the so-called main bedroom, because it's underwater.

It's on the very bottom floor, which has a beautiful view of the underwater and you can see the fishes swimming around in the clear water. It's huge, with a wardrobe that is big enough to be a whole other room, and a bathroom that leads from the room! The bed is placed in the middle of the room, and it has red silk sheets on it, which almost made you throw away your brain when you saw it.

Maki knows you love to sleep with silk sheets. They are so comfortable, and even though sometimes you have terrible insomnia the feeling of it wrapping around you helps you calm down. 

The bottom floor also has a spa in it, and you and Maki spent a good hour there, just relaxing. It was the best thing ever. He understands you without words, and it kinda makes you freak out after all the shit your parents put in your head at your young age. The thing about religious men, and royalty to God. Maki didn't have all of this. 

But he had way more. And he was always ready to give you everything you needed. It felt like you finally got free, cause look at you: on a yacht alone with your husband who can apparently drive the yacht and is rich, what is this if not the greatest rebellion against your shitty parents?

The best part of your day was when you opened up to Maki about your controlling mom and your dad who follows whatever she does. Obviously, he already knew how your parents are. The day he met them wasn't the best memory for him for sure. They weren't welcoming at all, and they constantly asked about his family and their beliefs. It happened, but after that it never really got brought up between you two. It was kinda your fault, because you were trying to avoid the religion topic as much as you could in the past years, and talking about your parents felt way too close to it. 

But sitting in the sauna after a relieving massage made it feel easier to talk about it for some reason. You felt like this was the right time. And Maki listened quietly, sitting in front of you only in a towel that covered his bottom half while he breathed heavily because of the heat, sweat drools trailing down from his toned chest to his abs until they disappeared into the towel. 

He said he understands why you avoided the topic for this long, and he knows it must’ve caused you trauma as a child. He straight up comforted you with a hug when you got out and took a shower and you finally weren't all sweaty.

Now it's around seven in the evening and you are splayed on the huge bed, tangled in the silk sheets while he is sitting by the bedframe, a glass of wine in his hand and yours is on the bedside table. You don't know what he sprayed the bed with, but you just can't get enough of the sweet vanilla scent. You look out of the huge window, admiring the way some fishes swim in front of the window. It makes you wonder: aren't they scared of you? Can they even see through the glass? 

Maki, however, has his eyes on you. The way you lay on the bed with both of your arms stretched out next to you, your legs slightly hanging off of the edge of the bed. Your hair is all over around your head, your eyes shining as you look at the fishes. 

He can't get enough of the sight of you, but why would he, when you just look so fucking pretty all the time? He’s sure he'll forever be obsessed with you. He loves you when you wear makeup, and when you don't. He loves you when you dress elegantly, and when you dress comfortably. He loves you when you make your hair, but he also loves you with all his heart when you just woke up and your hair is a mess. 

Maki moves his eyes from your face to your legs, trailing down on your body, the way your hips curve, the way he can slightly see into your shirt because of the angle you are in.

He takes a big sip of his wine, swallowing it hard. He can't believe that all of this is real, everything he ever imagined with you will become real in the upcoming years. You will get a house together, maybe a dog or a cat, children… 

God, he just can't believe you are his. He can't believe that there's this person out there who looks just like that, and is kind and innocent just like that, and is also his wife. Forever. 

He can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants, already hard at the mere thought of having you. 

Maki coughs awkwardly and puts his wine down on the bedside table next to yours before he breaks his glass with his strong grip. 

“So” he says, voice coming out firmer than expected. “Before me, you’ve actually never—” he doesn't finish the sentence, because he's too embarrassed to. What kind of question is this? 

The truth is that you and Maki have been together for only a few years, and the marriage was sudden but definitely not rushed. It felt just right in this tempo, even though it was fast. You’ve talked about numerous things, but one thing that never got into your conversation was past relationships. It might've been because you avoided the religious topic and that came with avoiding the relationship topic too — again, because your parents were too close to both of these. 

You sigh and prompt yourself on your elbows, turning your head back to look at him. “No” you shake your head, confused at the sudden question. 

Maki bites down his lip, dropping his hands onto his lap. “Right” he coughs again, and it makes you smile when you realize why he acts like this all of a sudden. 

“Is my husband hard at the thought of me being a virgin?” you tease.

Maki laughs awkwardly, his cheeks getting red at your teasing immediately. He reaches over to the bedside table for his wine to drink the rest of it that's left in the glass. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Perhaps” 

You sit up fully and turn around to face him, your eyes trailing down to the visible bulge in his pants. And in this room, with these beautiful windows around you on the bed covered in red silk sheets, suddenly it doesn't seem so scary. You feel more confident than ever. “Don't be shy, tell me what you want” 

You get on all fours to crawl closer to him, and as you reach him you press a kiss on his neck. He sits with his legs straightened and you are above his legs as Maki looks over at your shoulder, watching the way your back arches as you press kisses on his skin. He lets out a small sound that makes you pull back and look into his eyes. 

“I was thinking about how I should thank you for the yacht.” You sit down on his thighs, putting one hand on his shoulder while your other hand wanders to his sweatpants. You keep eye contact with him as your hand goes past the hem of his pants and you grab him through his boxers, massaging his twitching cock slowly. 

“Shit” He breathes, looking down at your hand and the way you work him up even more. 

The truth is that you have no idea what you are doing. But it seems like it's right, because his expression softens and he frowns his brows together like he could come just from this. You pull your hand away from his pants, leaving him aching for more. 

You cup his cheeks in your hands and move closer, needing to close the distance between you. As you straddle his lap you kiss him deeply and slowly, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip and taste the sweetness of it. You put your whole weight down on his lap, kind of unsure of what to do. 

Maki slightly moves his hips upwards to press his bulge to your clothed crotch, dragging his hips back and forward as he grabs onto your sides and moves you on his lap. You let out a soft moan as you press your nails into his shoulders. 

He pulls back from the kiss and watches as you chase after him with your eyes closed. The sight makes his lips curl up in a small smile, just so his dimples are showing. “Are you sure?” he asks, tone low.

He does it again. That look that you can't say no to, with the slightly tilted head and the puppy eyes. So you say yes. Honestly, you are so horny by the feeling of his bulge pressing to your core that if he didn't look at you like that you would probably say yes too. 

You nod your head, ready to kiss him again but he stops you by cupping your cheeks. “I want you to say it” 

“Yes. Gosh— Yes I’m sure”

He drops his hands from your cheeks and moves them to your sides to let them explore your body under your shirt, massaging your skin up and down repeatedly with his big palms. “Can I take this off?” Maki asks out of breath when he breaks the kiss, already tilting his head to mark up your neck while waiting for your answer — the answer that comes immediately: yes. 

And he does, sliding your top off of you with a slick move, throwing it away in the corner of the room. He looks at your exposed upper body up and down, those breasts he has never seen before but always ached to. It was finally time to look at them properly without feeling guilty, and he drank up every moment of it. Maki moved his hands up without a question to cup your boobs that sit so well in your red lacy bra, sliding his digits across the hem of it.

He has a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. His gaze darkens as he looks up at you, something that looks way too close to hunger. Seeing the way you look at him, with a concerned and hesitant expression, he leans in to press a kiss on your neck, this time only a soft one. “Do you let me take care of you, angel?” 

Your body tenses, but as he senses it he moves his hands away from your chest and moves them back to your waist to squeeze it slightly. “Only if you want to,” he hums.

“I just— I don't know what to do” You say, voice shakier than you intended it to be. 

“It's okay, I can show you everything” He smiles up at you, caressing your back, his fingers tracing your spine up and down. “I can show you how to do it right”

You run your fingers through his dark locks “Then show me. I let you” you whisper, and he slightly picks you up to move you closer to him on his lap. 

“Your bra can stay on if you want” he comments and smiles at you, and you are more than thankful to have your first time with Maki. He's the most understanding and sweetest man you've ever met. You can't even imagine your life next to someone else. 

You lean in to kiss him, because that's something you’ve mastered in the past years. Kissing him was your favorite thing to do, it was your sweet escape from everything and everyone surrounding you. Your tongue finds its way to his mouth immediately, and this time it's wilder than the ones before. It makes you get turned on, and it’s not that you’ve never got worked up by a kiss but you’ve never got this horny by a kiss. He takes the lead when he bites your bottom lip, making you let out a moan. 

Maki’s voice comes out in heavy breaths when he pulls away, making you realize you are not the only one who's this affected by the kiss. “Do you want to ride me, pretty girl?” 

You grind down your weight on his lap again, just to try to calm the heat between your thighs. “Yes” you whimper. 

With a steady move, he turns you around on his lap and pushes you down on his clothed cock, just to feel your wet pussy through fabric one more time. In this angle, you can't see what he's doing. It's kind of exciting, because you can only feel how his fingers move to your clit as he circles it through your panties with a firm movement, but you can't see his face while he's doing it. 

You let out a moan when he drags his finger from your clit to your hole and slowly pushes it up just to tease you, still through your panties. He gestures to you to get up from his lap but only for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxer down, freeing his aching hard cock from the clothes that kept it suffocatingly. 

You can't even gasp for air when you feel his fingers getting hooked up in your panties as he pulls them aside. Then, he slides his middle and index finger to your wet clit, playing with your bud. 

You grab onto his shin, slightly arching your back as you push yourself upwards, back toward his hand. 

“Chill, you are too greedy” Maki smirks — at least he sounds like he does, because you can't see his face. However, he pushes a finger inside your pulsating hole, and you moan at the sudden sensation. He only has one finger in you, but it already feels too much. 

“Are you okay?” he whispers, and you let out a shaky ‘yes’. He takes his time and lets you adjust to his finger before he slowly starts moving it in and out of you, stretching you out. As he does so, you get on all fours and arch your back more so he can reach and see you better while he works to open you up. Seeing you getting wetter as he fingers you makes his cock even harder, and with his other hand he starts to stroke himself slightly. 

When you are near crying, he pulls his finger out and grabs your hips to push you down in a sitting position again. “I won't let you cum. Not yet. You have to feel my cock” he teases as he kisses your spine. 

Maki reaches to the bedside table and pulls the top drawer out, rummaging through the stuff until he grabs a condom and a bottle of lube. Oh, so he really got ready for this honeymoon. You wait until he puts the condom on for himself, and you feel like maybe you should've helped him with it, because that's what wives do, right? You shake the negative thoughts off of your head before they could grow on you and look back across your shoulder, just to see him biting down his lip as he carefully smears the lube on his cock. 

“You alright?” he asks when he sees you looking at him.

You swallow hard and nod, moving back on your knees to settle yourself above his aching cock. You reach down to touch it and you stroke it a few times, hearing a groan from Maki as a reaction. As you touch it, you can feel a vein popping out on the side of his dick, from the base to the tip. You trace your finger across it. He's big. Not that thick, but long. Well, you don't really know what is considered big or long, but for you, he’s definitely big. 

When Maki sees you hesitate, he grabs onto your waist. “Need some help?” 

You let him line himself up in front of your entrance and move you down, slowly pushing you down on his cock. “Deep breaths, darling” he warns you as he slowly pushes into you inch by inch, stopping time to time and waiting for you to adjust yourself to his size. 

When you finally think you got used to his size, you slowly start to move, at first forwards and back. The stretch feels so good, it feels like it's going to rip you in half anytime but in the best way possible. Then, when you gain strength you get off of his cock and let yourself drop down, earning a moan from him. 

“Do that again, pretty” he says, hands resting on your hips. 

You do it over and over again until you are straight up bouncing on his cock. Maki’s grip on your hips grows rougher and so does he as he can’t control himself anymore and he fucks up into you as he rolls his hips. Each movement knocks the air from your lungs and each one becomes harsher than the last.

A deep groan escapes him at the sight of you - your pretty peach butt, the way your pussy takes him so well – it drives him insane. “Fuck, your virgin pussy stretches out so well for me”

The rough pace brings tears to your eyes, soft whimpers leaving your lips with each movement. Suddenly, he bottoms out fully and removes you from his cock before you could reach your orgasm — leaving you confused. 

You turn back, frowning. 

“I need to fuck you raw, I just can't — I have to feel you around me” he says out of breath at your reaction, pulling the condom off of his fully hard cock. He just throws it away and smears his pre-cum down on his member to make it easier to slide back into you. 

“You are so damn pretty” Maki grabs your hips again and guides you back onto his shaft, this time taking him isn't that hard as before. Without the condom, you feel him more deeply, you can feel the vein you traced with your finger now, and it turns you on even more. 

A moan leaves your mouth at the feeling of it as you begin to move yourself back and forward again, feeling his length deep in your stomach. After a few moments of teasing you lose control again and you are riding his cock relentlessly, his hand comes up to grab your hair which makes you arch your back.

The intensity builds quickly, your thoughts slipping away as everything narrows down to the way he holds onto your hair and pulls it, the way he won’t let you slow down. His grip turns almost possessive. “I can't believe I’m the one who has you, all for myself” his hand lets go of your hair and drops down to trace your spine, making you arch even deeper “Don’t stop,” he breathes, though it sounds more like a warning than a request – even if you’re not the one in control. Your name falls from his lips, sending a jolt through you. Every movement feels messy, completely out of control now, and so is Maki.

He whimpers as he leans closer to you when your movements become sloppier by each second. “I'm going to finish” he warns, then adds “In you”

Maki presses himself against your back while his hand finds your stomach, softly pushing it down. You whine as you look down at his hand and stop moving, letting him finish. Maki thrusts into you a few more times but his movements are falling apart, until he eventually fills you up with a last, strong thrust. He pushes down your stomach even harder, making you feel every drop of his cum filling you up. It feels more than amazing. 

You drop your weight on him as you try to catch your breath, him still being in you. Your orgasm is so close too, so, so close you have to have it. So you decide to lift yourself up and drop down again. The sudden continuation makes Maki gasp underneath you. You end up riding his soft cock until you cum too, your thighs shuddering by the time you finish. 

You practically have to gain strength to pull off of him and lay down next to him on the silk sheets. For a few moments you both stay silent, and the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing. 

Then, Maki speaks up “I can't believe you are my wife” 

You move your eyes away from the fishes to look at his expression, a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead with sweat “And I can't believe you are my husband” 

“Come on” he laughs, making his dimples appear “So, how was your first time?” 

“I honestly couldn't imagine a better first time” 

Maki reaches out to touch your hand and interlink his hand with yours. “Then we should do this more often. I’ve been waiting to make you mine since the first time I saw you.” he comments “Besides, there are many places on this yacht and we have a whole week alone” You look up at him, and you both of you smiling at each other.

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: drink up、 nicholas — 〔+18〕 ──── · x reader ॱ  💬  ִ    

。꒰ 💬 ꒱ cw : drinking, plying, nursing / hand-feeding alcohol, clingy nico, marking, drunk nico, sub nico, whiny nico, no explicit sex scenes, mature elements.

music blasted through the bustling streets of Taipei. crowds cluttered the tight alleyways. every corner filled with groups of messy, drunk college students. rows of bars and clubs falling in a perfect parallel heaven, just what you needed for the night.

you tagged along with a few friends for the night —nothing outrageous, no intention of picking up on a “one-night thing”—phone wasn’t accepting any new numbers, just the same group chat that pinged 400 times a day.

you threw on a lazy, tight tank top and a loose pair of baggy jeans, the kind that barely sit around your hips, the tank top leaving a peak of visible midriff skin. your bag rested over your shoulder, pressed uncomfortably deep into the skin, keychains jingling behind you with every step, announcing your arrival.

you wandered around the streets aimlessly for what felt like eternity. your eyes blurred the directions until all that was left was your intuition. feet stumbling around until you finally led you to an oddly quiet bar, no large groups of people covering the dance floor, unlike the packed clubs where music trickled through the thin walls. the music was low, not a slow tempo, but a volume that was far more hushed compared to neighboring areas.

the lights emitted a serious red, cramming every inch of the dance floor, just hardly hitting the tables—where your sights met your friends' silhouettes.

your feet brought you first, body moving just behind the hasty pace you prance at, bag charms chiming— the melody catching up to your friends’ familiar ears, their heads turn— all but one.

nicholas’s back faces you, a broad length that engulfed most of your vision. his hands planted on opposing ends of the table, slumped over the pile of empty shot glasses, napkins, and plates.

your chest hit his back, arms wrapping around his wide abdomen, fingers fisting into the delicate black fabric of his shirt. he reeked of alcohol, a bitter mix of everything you could think of— no clear notes of what wasn’t drunken, it clung to him like an intoxicating fragrance. he flinch forward, legs unsteady, his lips froze, parted, mid-sentence. letting your arms slowly untangle free around him. you peaked over his slouched shoulders. his hiccups hit against you, a thick waft of bitter-sweet soju followed his breath. his hair was messy, sunglasses covered his weary eyes, t-shirt was slightly stained and wrinkled. he turned to you, hindered and sluggish, lazy moves with his unsteady state. the table turned to you, pausing their conversations. their eyes all gave a knowing look, telling a collective story… or warning. the group seemed mostly sober— an occasional shot or two shared between, but nobody was as clearly wasted as nicholas. he was a light weight— surely he wasn't too deep into the night, but the effect were catching up faster than he could run.

you tried to comfort him, take him out of the bar— but he refused. he clung to you like a signature scent. resting his throbbing, dizzy head against your shoulder. his words slurred, mumbling against your ear. you nod along, trying to juggle every ongoing conversation, along with the whiny, clingy kitten hanging onto your side. “why aren’t you listening to me~?” he paw at your tank top— tugging the fabric, fingers holding the small drift of bare skin. his pout carries the tone, nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck. with every word, he stutters deeper into your plush skin. hands ghost your waist, moving to pull the sunglasses off— as if they worked overtime to block out the absent sun of midnight, tightening them back into his hair, pinning his short black hair.

he leaned down on his chair, face lit by the dim lights, legs spread ever so slightly, boxers peaking from his shirt that raised with every lengthy stretch. soft whimpers escaped his dried lips involuntarily. he nudged you again, burying his cheek against your shoulder. “come on, don’t ignore me~….” he whined, big glossy eyes staring up at you, sharp, yet carryinga weak, admiring gaze. his lips pout narrowly, cheeks rinsed a deep pink, circulating across his face— seeping like ink into his neck. a silver chrome hearts necklace drooping on top of his shirt, catching the deep red lighting. the top of his hair tickling your neck— your heart pounds through your chest, deafening you just enough where every conversation mixed into a single head throb. loud enough to where you swore someone could hear it, swore somebody could see the way your hands shook, the way your body stuttered with every move. hesitant, nervous, reaching for items to busy your brain from his intensely close presence. feeling the heat of him radiate onto you, warming your cold arms. “yixiang— stoppp your practically drooling all over me.” you nudge his shoulder, scarcely jerking him back until the ghost of him still hugs you. feeling the heavy heart pounding, weight lifted off of you, letting your dizzied head spin one last time. he looked back at you, a small bit of damage covered his face— his sensitive form melting your love-drunk heart. his once devilish, flirty smile now replaced by a small, gentle pout.

the night carried on, laughing, shouting, and small friendly bickering between the group. all but for nicholas, he sat in his chair, arms crossed, falling into the deep cushion and hardwood with every passing second. his cheeks slowly lowered the intensity of their color, now only coated by a small, gentle pinkish-red that scatter from his cheeks over his nose. he huffed every occasional comment, scoffing at the stupid jokes being exchanged. all until he tugged onto your side one last time.

you stood above him, head already thrown back, about to down the putrid, small glass of liquor. your hair tickling your neck, tank top sticking to your skin— the sudden gesture broke your behavior, freezing, feeling his hands wrap against your waist in a familiar way— too handsy for your friendship. he stared up at you, hands shifting down to your hips— eyes pleading, twinkling beneath you. your eyes meet— no, they lock. fixed on his sharp eyes, the way they ease when looking at you.

the countless times he stared at you with nothing but pure affection, all while you were too blind to notice. lost in the gut wrenching feeling that hit with every thought of him. too scared to face your own burning bad desires.

his eyes darkening, carrying a subtle hint of light that you couldn’t distinguish. his eyes dart between you and the small glass, shirt barely hitting his lower stomach, legs bouncing anxiously. his hair was slightly messy, only pinned by sunglasses to hide just how much of a drunk mess he was. he hiccuped words, barely letting comments go without slurring them together.

he gulped, watching his adam’s apple bob before his lips parted, a thick, smushed sentence of mandarin and english, he fell forward onto you, head sink against your abdomen. you felt the cold frames press to your bare skin, his fingers toy with your tank top, then he lifted his head, slow and steady, thoughts reconnected to make one simple sentence. “can you pour that for me…” his eyes shot to your glass, hands tightening around you, fingers dinging into your skin.

and so you did.

you bent to him, his eyes stared up at you, never once cowering from your sight. he unhurriedly inched off the chair, falling barely to his knees before you. you stare down at him, the weak yet pathetic way he seated before you. his earring snags the dim lights, glowing just barely. sunglasses pushed back his silky black hair, his cheeks' shade grew more harsh, a deep, almost reddened hue. he tilted his head back, eyes wet, a strong, sparked gaze. the over head light reflected in his black orbs, and a thin layer of sweat blanketed his neck. his lips parted, and in an instant, it all happened.

your hand guiding his chin up ever so lightly, a gentle hold on his soft skin. you shove the cruel glass to his dusky rose lips, waiting for his small nod of approval before tilting it back, his head falling back with the glass. the thin liquid pouring down his lips to his chin, layering to his throat. leaving a slick trail over his pale skin. he watches you, a deep thirst lingering before the bitter alcohol. the way he became so small under you, following your every move like an unbreakable order. his lips pressed tightly, the liquid dribbling down as he hesitantly swallowed, his brows furrowing, glossy eyes breaking connection with you. your soft hand gently smacking his cheek. he squeezes his eyes gently, lips slick, a whimper ripping from his throat. his head hurried down to his chest, until it met with you again— a shaky and weak “mm… thank you~” followed his deep, raspy voice.

it continued for the night, he begged you to keep feeding him the shots, kneeling before you like a statue. even if he was about to black out, he swore it was his last.

sticking onto you, whining in your ear, to even gently pressing his lips to your neck— anything to get your attention. his behaved lips faltered, just for a second, sucking on your skin. other hand pressing you deeper into him. all while the thick, heavy scent of alcohol sat with you.