2:53 am
TITLE: 2:53 am
PAIRING: Nick x Christian Yu
SUMMARY: Nick sends Christian to bed.
REQUESTED: yes (anon)
WORD COUNT:
WARNING: light smut, dpr nick is an original character
RECOMMENDED SONGS: Cheyenne by Jason Derulo + Distraction by Kehlani + Used To You Now by Jack & Jack
2017
A brilliant blue light flood into the dark hallway. Nick’s eyes were wide open as she tried to coerce her body to go to sleep. But regardless of how hard she tried to drift into a dream-filled state, the clicking, cursing, and frustration leaking from the room across the hall stopped her from falling asleep.
Finally, she stoop up from her bed, shuffling around in search of her phone and noise-cancelling headphones.
“Shit,” she muttered once she realized she’d left her phone to charge in the kitchen and her headphones in the room where the disruption was coming from.
Once she decided to lift herself from her bed, Nick stumbles into the hallway coming face to face with the clicking culprit.
“Christian have you seen my headphones?” She asked him groggily, covering her squinting eyes from the bright computer monitor’s light.
“No, I think we left them at Scott’s when we showed him the video draft.” He answered, stepping to the side and trudging to the kitchen, Nick hot on his heels.
As Christian opened the fridge, Nick grabbed her phone from the counter, unplugging it from the wall’s outlet.
“Heads up,” Christian hums, tossing a cold water bottle to the Atlanta native.
“Thanks,” She mumbles, catching the plastic bottle in her hands.
The two settled into a comfortable silence for a while. Christian drinking from his bottle, a million ideas for Dabin’s next release passing through his mind. On the other side of the kitchen island, Nick scrolls through her Instagram feed. After a while, Christian settled on staring - or admiring as he would but it - Nick makeup free face.
As they sat in the comfortable darkness, Christian takes note of her brown skinned complexion and her somewhat disheveled curls piled on top of her head. Her dark brown eyes scan her phone, the ends crinkling every now and then at the sight of a somewhat funny meme or picture crossing her timeline.
The burning feeling of someone staring at her soon overtakes the music producer. “What?” She chuckles as she realizes the person staring at her was her “boss”.
“Nothing,” He snapped out of his gaze, clearing his throat suddenly.
“Really?” She asked, one of her eyebrows arched as she deadpanned the 28-year-old.
“Actually...” He trailed off, looking to the side.
Nick smirked slightly, making her way over to him.
“What time did you go to sleep last night?” She asked him, touching his shoulder lightly.
He sucked in a jagged breath as he turned his face to look into her deep brown eyes.
“4 in the morning, why?” She stepped closer to him, any small movement would press their chests together - not that Christian would complain.
“You need to go to sleep,” She hummed, moving her hand from his shoulder to the side of his neck.
“But I need to-”
“Stop. Just let me get you to sleep.” She whispered lowly, pressing her chest to his, her hand moving to cup his cheek.
“What are doing?” He breathed out, moving his hands to her waist.
“Putting you to sleep,” She responded, equally breathless.
“You know that doesn’t sound ideal,” He joked, his eyes searching the younger girl’s own.
“You know what I meant,” Nick hummed, leaning into him.
“Are you trying to kiss me?” He asked, trying to diffuse the situation before he could lose control of himself.
Nick chuckled lowly, her nose touching his.
Nicolette Janae Harrison was not one to lose control, she made others lose their own control. But pressed up against Christian Yu in the middle of their apartment’s kitchen, she felt herself slowly slipping. It was an unfamiliar feeling but an inviting feeling. Then she kissed him. Soft and gentle, their lips barely touching as their hands stayed in their assumed positions. But just as a tiny island in the eye of the hurricane, it was the calm before the storm. The gentleness quickly turned needy, desperate even.
Nick’s fingers gripped Christian’s dark locks as his hands gradually lowered from her waist to her hips then elsewhere.
It was a controlled descent into a loss of self-control, exactly what they both sought from each other.
They pulled away from each other’s lips for a split second, giving a silent affirmation of consent between each other.
Christian moved her stray curls from her shoulder as he began to kiss her neck.
She let out a quiet moan as she laced her fingers through his hair once again.
“At least fuck a girl in a bed,” She breathed out. Christian pulled away, pulling her hips towards his.
“My room?” He asked gently.
She simply nodded, making her way to his bedroom. He followed after her like a lost puppy, closing the door once they made it to his room.
“Are you sure?” He asked her, looking for consent once more.
“Yeah,” She answered, walking over to his bed, discarding the DPR t-shirt that barely covered her body past her mid thighs, revealing the tiniest pair of shorts Christian had ever seen her in.
“Nice legs,” He mused, pulling his shirt over his head. Nick shook her head as she smiled inwardly.
“Hurry up,” She huffed, pushing him onto the bed.
He pulled her down to straddle his hips as he fell back on the bed sheets. Their lips connected in a heated rush as Nick grinded down onto Christian’s lap.
Christian’s groans and Nick’s gentle moans filled the room as they desperately searched for some needed friction.
“Take this off,” Christian groaned as he tapped at Nick’s shorts. She obliged, lifting off on him slightly so he could help he take her shorts off. Once the painstakingly small shorts were slipped off, Christian removed his own joggers.
Nick instantly attacked his lips once more as his hands guided her hips as they winded down on his dick.
“Fuck,” He moaned as he tugged at his hair.
“I’m ready,” She whispered, sucking at his neck, a bruise beginning to form.
“Yeah,” He asked, taking her underwear with off his shortly following.
“Thank god you didn’t rip them.” Nick thanked him quietly as he flipped her onto her back.
“Why would I? They’re really nice.”
“Expensive too,” She added as Christian chuckled, pulling a condom from the nearby dresser.
As he inserted his dick into her, Christian closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling. He buried his head into her shoulder as he began to thrust slowly.
“Hmm,” Nick moaned, her hands gripping the base of his hair.
“Faster?” He asked her, picking up the speed of his thrusts once he felt her nod.
“Oh my god, Christian.” She gasped, dragging her nails down his back.
Christian’s lips made their way to her neck as he began to place a hickey on the side of her neck.
Their moans mixed with groans of each other’s names could be heard from the other side of the apartment.
As Christian’s orgasm drew closer, his thrusts grew more erratic, more rushed. Nick’s moans grew louder as he panted.
“Fuck,” He moaned, dragging out the syllables.
His orgasm overtook him as he whispered Nick’s name repeatedly like it was a prayer - the type they’d need after their heated session.
At the sound and feeling of his orgasm hitting him, Nick’s own crept up on her.
“Just a little more,” She moaned as Christian moved his mouth to her throbbing clit. He sucked at her at despite her cries and pushes of his head, away from her center.
“Cum for me.” He whispered once she reached her own chased orgasm.
“Christian,” She whispered like his name was a mantra.
As she came down from her orgasm, Christian rubbed her upper thighs whispering, “You’re beautiful.”
She felt her cheeks heat as she realized what they’d just done.
“What time is it?”
“5 in the morning,” Christian responded, pulling her body into his naked chest.
“You need to go to sleep, Christian.” She whispered, falling asleep herself.
Christian hummed as he rubbed her back, her chest pressed to his.
“I will.”
“Promise?” She asked, falling into a dream-like state.
“I promise.” He hummed, kissing her forehead before closing his own eyes.
wow. ok.