Note : English is not my first language and its the first time I'm writing a "real" smut ff in three years. Please bear with me.
Pairing : female reader x Nicholas
Content : Little plot with smut. Scene is happening in a pool. Unprotected (wrap it up). Teasing. Very little cum inflation.
This is not for minors. Please do not interact.
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The nice thing about going on a vacation with your boyfriend was getting your very own little man that did whatever you wanted. It was the first time you went on a trip overseas just the two of you, without your friends or his. Together you ended up in a small coastal town in Spain, in a villa that had its own pool. Your favorite activity was to stay on your floatie, eating snacks and listening to the singing birds. Or going to the beach and sunbath while reading a book.
Today you had decided to stay in the pool, both too tired to go to the beach. Especially as you washed your hair just the day and did not wanted to rewash it again.
Laying on your floatie, enjoying the sun, Nicholas kept going back and forth in the pool doing backstrokes. Simply having fun swimming and enjoying his time.
Just enjoying the calm vibe of the day, you suddenly felt hands under your floatie.
The next thing you knew was that you were floating in the pool, hair washed the day before in the salted water, positively drenched and standing face to face to your laughing boyfriend. With a smile in his eyes he simply told you “I'm just teasing babe”
“Oh you think this is a joke ?” Slowly you approached him, before blocking him against the pool, slowly your hand made his way on his torso, teasing him. You stole a kiss from his lips.
Slowly you started kissing him more intensively, biting his upper lips, and before he could understand, putting his hand in his boxer. A soft moan leaving his lips.
He murmured already half moaning “What are you doing” you lowly whispered into his ears “what we are just playing” before going leaving a trail of kisses on his neck.
Nicholas felt completely helpless as you started massaging his balls in your hands before starting to stroke his member. He rejected his head against the back of the pool ”oh fuck” Slowly you started picking up the pace, and Nicholas’s member kept growing in your hand, under the water everything felt different, more intentional, more warm.
As you kept stroking his member you started feeling it, his pre-cum dripping off. Within seconds you took your hand off his boxer and stopped kissing him. Nicholas looked at you bewildered “what..” You smiled at him and simply told him “What ? Just teasing”
As you started to swim away from him you felt his hand on your wrist as he brought you violently closer to him. Wrapping your legs against him.
“You don’t get to tease me” he monaed in your ear. This time it was him that was kissing you feverishly, brining you back to the side of the pool where your back went against the wall. Nicholas was fiery, not letting a single moment for you to breath.
Under the water you felt, what you guessed was the precum, leaking from his short and englobing the two of you warmly. Before you could utter a word you felt his hand going against your folds.
Not giving you a chance to catch your breath, or prepare you felt him sliding on the side your panties, and inserting himself inside you. A moan went out your kips and your face fell into the crook of his neck. The water simply guiding him inside of you.
Not even letting you a moment to adjust to his size, he started thrusting into you. He wasn’t tender or slow, he was punishing you. One of hus hand was resting on the crook of your back and another was helping him keeping his balance against the wall.
His thrust were harsh, and he kept moaning inside your ear. He was so violent that the water around you left the pool to go on the hardened floor. You felt his dick going so deep inside of you that it was hurting you. Slowly you begged him to go slower, be gentler.
With his hand that was previously on your waist, he took your chin and made you look at him simply telling you ”I'm just teasing” before kissing your lips and biting them.
Your body started to feel like it couldn’t even go on, you legs wrapped around him were barely holding on as Nicholas kept going faster.
As he kept going he eventually let out a rasp “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”. As your body kept going under him you begged him“Nicholas please.. your hand”, you guided his hand through your fold, begging him to stimulate you even more. He slided his thumb against your clit while he kept thrusting and picking up the pace. You felt him coming when a new warmth entered your insides and you felt your walls clunching down on him as a rasp left your mouth.
Nicholas gave a final thrust leaving the entirety of his cum inside of you. If the two of you had not been in the water your already swollen clit, would have been off way worse.
As he left your body, you felt suddenly so tired and gidy you couldn’t believe it. Your legs could barely hold against your boyfriend and as they left out, Nicholas wrapped his arms around your waist, supporting you as he swam toward the stairs.
“I think we did enough teasing, let's dry you up babe” he tenderly said as he left a kiss on your collaborne, as if he wasn’t violently railing you mere minutes ago.
🪐 18+ nicho wouldn’t mind waking up this way ;) warnings: afab! reader, consensual somnophilia, riding, lazy/sleepy sex, cockwarming, petnames (baby), nicho’s voice (yes, that needs its own warning) ♥︎
it’s the way nicho’s narrowed eyes rake over your entire body as it rolls relentlessly over his with desperate need, how his hands grip tighter onto your rocking hips, how he licks at his lips and tucks his lower one between his fanged teeth upon seeing your slow grind…
his heavy gaze brightens the blaze within your body even more, awakes the butterflies knocking in your trembling stomach as it stretches with each roll, spine decompressing underneath his soft fingertips. his soft grunts muffled from how hard his teeth sink into his plush lip, eyes lowered to where you’re connected. the crease between his perfect brows deepens from concentration, barely visible underneath the long bangs that shadow his unfocused gaze.
you know that lazy stare, those slow blinks. keep riding him, that’s exactly how he wants you to wake him up. he told you, begged you for it prior. maybe tonight was that night.
“mmm, baby? las’ night… wasn’t enough f’you?”
fuck, that rasp. husky with sleep still slurring through his words, lightly cracking from slight confusion and lack of use.
no, it could never be enough, and he knows this but you still whine a soft noise and shake your head while still working a lazy yet firm pace on his hardening cock. the way he looks now; so relaxed underneath your rolling figure, so melted into the pillows underneath him from how hazy he was— it edges you closer towards that delicious burst of ecstasy. if you thought he looked so peacefully relaxed before you climbed over him, he looks like he could melt even worse now, maybe into a puddle of crushed strawberries; pinkish red like his flushed cheeks.
nicho watches you, really stares at your frame and the way your lazy movements grow more frantic. glazed eyes, barely cracked open, eyelashes fluttering at the sounds of your light whimpers growing more insistent. it takes him a second to process, but with one hard blink later, he nods dreamily like he was on autopilot. he pairs that with a gentle pat to your trembling thigh, broad palm wrapping around the soft skin to squeeze. as if saying, “mmhm, go ahead.”
he doesn’t even need to verbalize it, doesn’t even have the energy to.
either way, that’s all the encouragement you needed for your hips to falter in rhythm and for you to sit fully flat on the base of his pelvis, keeping him deep within you as you quiver through your intense release, thighs clamping harder around his sides and nails lightly raking down his abdomen. nicho allows you a few moments to catch your breath before he’s pulling you down to lay flat over top his body, hugging you into his neck as he practically purrs in satisfaction. which you don’t understand since he’s still twitching and rock hard within your clenched walls, but he shushes you with soft pat to your ass before you could even protest weakly. yes, he’d rather stay hard within you and practically edge himself, if it meant he could fall asleep with your warm body wrapped around him, snug fit. it’s the best way he could sleep, in his opinion.
this man has his priorities, and it’s his sleep and his baby— you.
“stay.” he murmurs into your ear, sounding like he’s on the verge of snoring within the next second. <3
a/n: it’s rare for him to wake up before you but if/when he does, the first thing he’ll do is play with you lazily while purring in your ear, stay with me now
understandable understandable! i’d love a lil bro like him 🥺
i had a thought about Nicholas earlier. I saw a clip of him saying he likes being called Weno because Nicho/nicholas sounds too cute to him? so imagine poking fun at him like “awww Nico~ you’re so cute” and he’s gets gen pissed off and he’s like ok bbg let me show just how cute i can be
idk much about this man but 😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨
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i'd love a lil bro like maki too 😞 he'd be the most annoying and loving brother ugh
but yes ahem lemme write something about nico real quick...
WARNINGS: brat punisher nico? *blinks*, slightly bratty reader, lots of teasing, fingering, dirty talk, take a shot every time i say the word 'cute'
WC: 1094
SNAIL TRAIL: i dont wanna talk about it i dont wanna talk about it i dont wanna talk about it i dont wanna talk about it i dont wanna talk about it i dont wanna talk-
you and nicholas have been sitting on the couch watching a movie for a little over an hour now, but you haven't been able to sit still. you're bored. restlessly, tiredly, annoyedly bored. and poor nicholas is having to deal with the repercussions of it.
“you’re the one who wanted to watch this movie.” nicholas warns after you’ve poked his cheek for the hundredth time.
you pout and let out a dreamy sigh, pinching his cheek between your fingers before leaning in and kissing the spot lightly. “cant help it. you’re just so cute. my cutie nico you’re so much better than any dumb movie.”
nicholas’s eyebrows narrow, gaze flicking towards you. “i’m better than a movie, yeah, but not because i’m cute.”
the intentions behind his tone go unnoticed by you, too distracted by the urge to squish his face between your hands. right when you're about to give into those urges, nicholas grabs both of your wrists, his grip tight as he pulls you forward. he stops you just inches from his face, lowering his head so that his hooded gaze meets yours.
"and what do you think you're doing?"
you gulp loudly, eyes wide at the lowness of his tone.
"...just wanted to squish your cheeks," you say meekly. no longer able to hold eye contact, you look down at your lap. nicholas's eyes flick down to your lips, his thumbs unconsciously rubbing short lines down your wrists.
"you think i'm cute?" he says slowly, one eyebrow raising playfully. all you can do is nod your head slowly, not trusting his question. all it does it make him smirk, biting his bottom lip slightly, his eyes roaming over your body. "let me show you just how cute i can be then."
you yelp as nicholas pulls your arms forward more, his hands leaving your wrists to hold you under your arms instead. he lifts you as he stands up from the couch, pulling your body close to him before laying your back flat against the cushions. he hovers over you, enjoying how your eyes widen and your breath gets caught in your chest.
he leans down, his face now next to yours, "you still think i'm cute?" he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your ear. nicholas's hands are roaming along your side, his thumb stopping just short from brushing against the side of your chest. his touch is soft and light, in total contrast to the ruggedness of his tone.
again, all you can do is nod.
the smirk on nicholas's face fades quickly. he lifts his head so he can look into your eyes again, but you try to avoid him. grasping your chin firmly in one hand, he forces you to look at him. the hungry look in his eyes is enough to have your lower body squirming, desperate to feel his body against yours. it's too obvious to go unnoticed by him. slowly, he moves one of his knees forward until it just barely makes contact right at your clothed core, making you flinch. you can't control the soft whimpers that leave your lips, trying to slowly grind yourself against his knee without appearing too pathetic.
"ah, cmon. you were so confident telling me how cute i was being earlier. what happened? did my cuteness make you shy? seems like you're the one being awfully cute now..." he clicks his tongue and chuckles slightly, his free hand still exploring your skin.
"i'm sorry." you manage to finally get out weakly.
"oh, you're sorry?" he laughs loudly and lets go of your chin. "well i guess that fixes everything now, does it?" he gives a convincing smile, one you know would fool anyone else. but you know him too well, "so you don't need me to punish you then. we can just go back to watching the movie-"
"no!" you yelp and grab the front of his shirt as he attempted to pull away from you. heat rushes to your face, closing your eyes tightly. you didn't mean for the words to rush out and sound as desperate as they did. but there's no taking them back now.
"that's what i thought." finally, his hand moves past your navel, his thumb hooking under the hem of your sweatpants, moving teasingly slow. you know he wants you to beg, to completely fold and take your words back. but the urge to be stubborn and not give in so easily trumps your need to feel his fingers inside you.
and yet, even with these intentions in your mind, your mouth betrays you.
"weno, please."
you watch as his eyebrows perk up with surprise, eyes now sparkling with a newfound hunger. he groans as he pushes your sweatpants past your hips, taking your underwear down with it. just because he's won in the battle of patience doesn't mean he's going to prolong it. before you can even process the feeling of the air against your bare skin, he's shoving two fingers inside you, not even caring to check to see how wet you are.
"aahhh, look at you. all of this for me," he coos, mouth hanging open in pleasure as he coaxes the moans from your body. the pace he scissors his fingers into you is overwhelming, leaving you digging your nails into his arms as you hang onto tightly.
only a few minutes pass with him continuously drilling his fingers into you at an unforgiving, unfaltering pace and already your orgasm is quickly approaching. you know he'll never let this go if you come so fast, it'll only fuel his already large smug ego.
"you can't hold back now," he smirks, "i can feel you clenching around me. just give in. you'll feel soooo good if you do." his words only makes it harder to hang onto your sanity. so, without wanting to, you can't help but give in.
nicholas moans along with you as he feels your juices spraying along his fingers. quickly, though, he's cradling you with his other arm, kissing your temple as he slows his fingers down, helping you through your high.
when you finally come to, you manage to breathe out an airy, "why?"
"hm? you thought i wasn't gonna let you come? my baby was being so cute and feeling so needy, i just couldn't help myself." he kisses the tip of your nose lightly and pulls you up against his chest, hugging you tightly.
"now that you've had your moment, pay attention to the movie. i wont be so considerate a second time."
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♡ Summary: You’re sitting on the floor with your friends playing a juvenile game–truth or dare. Things have been spiraling out of control for some time now, but what happens when you’re dared to turn on one of your best friends without touching them? Can they handle it? Can you handle it? Spoiler alert: neither of you can. Find out how things go from seriously fucked up to seriously fucked, one member at a time.
♡ WC: 3.9k
♡ Content: lbr nicholas needs a warning all on his own, nicholas is falsely confident at the beginning, the boys are on each other's asses, reader is head empty only nicholas (real), oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), 'baby' used a couple of times, creampie
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“You’re so cute. You can barely handle telling us a little dirty secret without your ears getting all red.”
You can barely hear Nicholas–your attention on K’s phone as he shows you a funny video–but you know he’s talking to Euijoo. It was just his turn during this round of truth or dare. You think you remember the question being about a fantasy of his, but you weren’t really paying attention, to be perfectly honest. You thought K wasn’t either until you hear him scoff at Nicholas’s teasing, looking up from his phone with a taunting smirk.
“I wouldn’t talk if I were you. You get a tent in your pants if the wind blows the wrong way.”
You look up now, choking back a laugh at a smug Euijoo and an annoyed Nicholas, tongue pushing into his cheek.
“Hey, fuck you.” Nicholas retorts, half playful, half deadly serious.
“Prove it then.” Euijoo. Silence follows for a second as everyone looks at him curiously. His ears are burning slightly from all the attention, but he’s determined not to back down right now. “It’s your turn. Let’s see how easily you crumble with a little attention.”
“Bro, unless you’re planning on making a move on me, I’m not following.”
Euijoo hesitates for a moment, realizing he hasn’t thought his plan and its implications through. He reluctantly looks in your direction but he can’t bring himself to say what he was thinking. Luckily for him, Fuma seems to understand. He chuckles.
“Y/n, I think he’s suggesting that you should be the one to give this a go.”
You watch as Nicholas’s eyes grow wide, shocked. Somehow even more shocked, Euijoo sits up straight from his spot on the couch, shaking his head insistently. “N-no. I didn’t mean that. You don’t have to do that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t think I was–”
“Euijoo, relax. It’s fine.” You laugh, a fondness in your heart. “Obviously I should be the one to give this a go. Look at me. He wouldn’t be able to resist.” You wink, hoping to soothe his nerves. It seems to work, his shoulders relaxing and his bright smile creeping back onto his face.
You dart your eyes next to him: Nicholas. He looks antsy–nervous?–thinly veiled with surety. As expected.
“So? Are you going to let me try? I believe this is your dare, so it’ll look really embarrassing for you if you chicken out.” You’re poking the bear. You’re smug.
Nicholas exhales a laugh, his eyebrows indicating his surprise at the situation he’s found himself in. “I’m not going to stop you.”
You smirk. Perfect. “Okay, so what are the rules?” You ask, glancing at everyone else for guidelines. Nicholas probably doesn’t have much of a say here.
“I think…” K starts, humming as he ponders. “Everything is fair game as long as you don’t touch his dick. That would be too easy.” The other men mumble their agreement, heads nodding.
“Easy enough. You ready?”
Peacocking, Nicholas sits further back into the couch, spreading his arms out along the cushions on either side of his head. He lets his legs fall open, inviting you to his entire body. No verbal confirmation needed.
You don’t believe him. You know you can get him to fold. Without wasting much time, you stand up and make your way to the couch. Once you’re standing in front of Nicholas, his eyes firmly on yours, Euijoo quickly moves from his end of the couch, taking the seat on the floor next to K.
You’re just gazing at each other. He’s looking up at you like he’s expecting your best effort. You’re looking at him like you can’t wait to fuck with his head. Smiling much too sweetly, you slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him. His eyes follow you, a glimmer of fear igniting in them. You know exactly what he’s afraid of. He knows he’s fucked already. He’s still trying to pretend that’s not the case.
“Hi, Nicholas.” You coo, both hands curling over his kneecaps.
“Hey,” he says simply. He doesn’t plan on giving you much to work with. That’s okay.
“I hope you’re having fun tonight.” Your hands glide slowly up the tops of his thighs, venturing to the outer sides as you move higher, careful to avoid his crotch. His eyes are trying to decide whether to look at you or watch your hands, ping ponging back and forth. “I know I am.” Your hands move up to his hips, finding the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers curl into the belt loops on the sides.
And then you pull.
Just enough to yank his body down the couch a bit more. Just enough to have his torso almost parallel to the ceiling. The soft, surprised gasp that pushes out of his lips is gorgeous.
Just this much is enough to extinguish the confidence in his eyes almost completely.
You fight the urge to smirk at him, keeping up the innocent appearance despite your actions being anything but. You untangle your fingers from his belt loops, your hands hovering by his sides as you look up at him. “That’s better, isn’t it? Much more comfortable this way.” You muse the words, not believing them, but selling them to him anyway. You keep your eyes on his as your thumbs hook under the hem of his t-shirt. You push your hands up slowly until his stomach is exposed to you and then you stop. His lips are parted in awe.
In an attempt to lighten the tension that’s building up in his body, Nicholas forces a laugh. “Y/n, what are you even doing? This is ridiculous…”
“Mm.” You hum, tilting your head like a confused puppy, your lashes batting sweetly. You don’t humor him, instead leaning down towards his stomach. You see his skin jump as you approach it, your lips far too close. “Pretty,” you mumble, bringing your hand up to stroke the small tuft of hair above his jeans. He tenses more. You smile.
“Y/n.”
You pause for just a moment to look back up at him. You want to give him the opportunity to stop you if he’s uncomfortable, but he doesn’t say anything more. You know it’s just stalling. So you continue, moving your hands to hold his waist securely as you close the space between the two of you, placing gentle, open-mouthed kisses on his stomach.
You can tell from the shaky exhales and the single fuck that you both know he’s lost already. You don’t need to do much more, but you’re having a good time. You move your lips over his skin, covering every inch of his stomach with a wet kiss.
To your surprise (and pleasure), you feel Nicholas’s hand slide into the back of your hair, his fingers curling to hold you there, to keep you doing what you’re doing. The unexpected move makes you freeze for just a moment, your attention momentarily drifting to a stirring in your stomach. You’ve got to finish up. You are not supposed to be the one turned on by this.
Eager to put an end to this before it gets out of control, you set up for your final move. Your lips kiss down the soft happy trail guiding you to his jeans. You don’t have to see Nicholas to know he’s watching with bated breath, secretly hoping you’re going to properly finish him off.
Alas, that would be against the rules.
Taking advantage of his hope, you move your lips just over the waistband of his jeans, collecting the button in your mouth. You pull just slightly with your teeth and then the worst thing imaginable happens: Nicholas moans.
Oh no. Now the sensation in your stomach is wafting lower, taking up residence between your plush thighs.
You let the button snap free of your teeth and pull back slightly. You internally recenter yourself as best as you can, taking notice of the fact that Nicholas’s jeans aren’t hiding his obvious arousal. Seeing your success lets you forget your own growing arousal momentarily, a proud smirk on your lips as you look back up to Nicholas. “Well, would you look at that?”
Groaning when he realizes you’re really going to stop here, Nicholas rolls his eyes and grabs a pillow, placing it over his lap. “Oh, fuck off. Any of the guys in here would have responded the same.”
The room erupts with snickers. Not sure where to sit now that Euijoo is in your spot, you move up to sit next to Nicholas on the couch. He’s mindlessly playing with the rings on his fingers, trying to distract himself from his own urges. You almost feel bad until you remember how smug he was.
Everyone tries to steer the night back into a less tense direction for the next few minutes, but it’s not working for Nicholas.
“I think I’m gonna head out.” He says suddenly. “Thanks to all of you, I now have a problem to take care of.” Assuring everyone that he’s not upset, he playfully throws the pillow he was holding at Euijoo and smiles the way he always does. He turns to look at you, equally playful. “Thanks, y/n. You’re truly evil.”
You watch as he stands up, tucking his phone into his pocket and grabbing his keys from the table. He says his goodbyes and then he’s gone. Just like that.
Or so you think.
Only moments after the front door closes behind him, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out only to find a message from Nicholas.
Meet me at my place in 20.
Oh. Oh.
You look up, relieved to see none of the guys are paying attention to you, too busy staring at K’s phone screen like you had been doing earlier. It’s a perfect out, you realize.
“Well…” You start, waiting for them to look at you so you know you have their attention for the small act you’re about to put on for them. “I think I should get going too. You guys are entertaining yourselves and I think I need to wash my mouth out with soap after what you made me do.”
K laughs. Fuma and Euijoo nod their understanding, wincing as if they were the ones that were touching Nicholas like that. No one protests.
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As you step out of the uber outside Nicholas’s apartment, reality finally settles in.
What am I doing here? Why did I just do what Nicholas told me to do without thinking about it? Why did I make up an excuse to come here? Why am I not changing my mind? Why are my feet already making their way to his door? Why am I knocking?
Nicholas opens the door and only then do you realize how fast your heart is beating.
He looks exactly the same as he did before but you’re not seeing him the same right now. Without a word, he steps to the side, inviting you in. He seems to be pretty sure that you’ll do so, but can you blame him? You just came to his apartment without so much as a question. You step inside, feeling the light of his apartment dim as he closes the door behind you.
You’re just standing there now. You feel and must look awkward, but you’re not sure what to do. You have an idea of why he might’ve invited you, but you don’t want to assume and look like a fool in front of him. So you just stand. Waiting.
You glance down when you feel Nicholas’s hand capture yours in his, gently pulling you to him as he leans against the wall perpendicular to his front door. You’re pressed to his chest–hands resting there–and your eyes are locked on each other’s. He lets go of your hand, letting his hands take up residence around your waist instead. His hands feel secure on your lower back.
Everything is way too quiet for how bizarre this is.
“So did you have fun?” It’s like he could sense your objection to the silence.
“I…” You swallow, not quite sure how to answer. “Yeah.”
A small smirk on his lips, a peek of pretty teeth. “Yeah?” His tongue glides over his bottom lip, one of his hands playing with the hem of your shirt at the back. He never takes his eyes from you. “So then we should keep having fun, right?”
You narrow your eyes, partly to disguise your intrigue. “That’s what you called me here for? It was a dare, Nicholas. I didn’t come here to fuck you.”
“I didn’t call you here to fuck you. I just thought we could maybe…” His eyes fall to your lips, his smirk widening. He glances back up to your eyes, briefly searching for a hint of opposition and finds none. He drops his head slightly, pressing his lips to your jaw, kissing across it until he’s in perfect proximity to your ear. “I thought maybe we could make out a little. What do you think?”
You don’t think. You can’t. All you can do is feel the burn from his lips and imagine that feeling everywhere else. Your eyes close briefly as you try to find some semblance of self-control. Nicholas must notice because he allows himself a soft chuckle before taking hold of your chin. Your eyes open again and he’s looking down his nose at you. “If you don’t tell me you’re not interested, I’m going to kiss you.”
You can’t even pretend to yourself that you don’t want him to kiss you, but you’re too stubborn to admit you want it. So you keep quiet, swallowing the remnants of the resistance you never had to begin with. As promised, Nicholas leans in, hand still holding your chin in place for him, and presses his lips to yours.
It starts out light, lips barely moving against each other, afraid to do more than they’re supposed to. Nicholas’s free palm presses flat against your back, pressing you even closer to him, and your mouth opens in surprise. Nicholas takes this as an opportunity to test the waters, licking into your mouth, slowly, carefully, pleased when you moan in response. He drops your chin, his hand sliding into your hair instead as he pushes the gentle kiss into a heated meeting of lips and tongues, his other hand sliding down the back of your jeans, palming the flesh covered by flimsy panties.
Everything is escalating quickly all of a sudden, but it doesn’t feel like that. It feels good.
You let your body fall against Nicholas’s, trusting him to keep you on your feet. One arm moves around his neck, the other hand feeling the skin beneath his shirt. The skin your lips were on not so long ago. You feel the muscles there tense beneath your fingers, his mouth punctuating the effect of your touch by taking your lip between his teeth. He bites hard enough to warn you, but not enough to hurt. You’re not deterred.
Your heads are tilting this way and that, mouths opening and breaths taking on weight as you kiss each other like you’ve been dreaming about it. It’s messy and desperate. He’s trying to pull you impossibly closer and you’re trying to memorize the feeling of his skin. You don’t miss the way his hands tighten in your hair and squeeze your ass each time he pulls a moan from you. You don’t miss the way he’s straining against his jeans, grinding yourself against him, pleased yourself when he groans into your mouth.
He pulls back, shaking his head to clear it, his hands freezing where they are before dropping to his sides. “We should stop.”
Your head is still spinning. You’re still reeling. “I–why?”
Nicholas leans his head back against the wall and looks at you, panting. “Because we’re getting to a point of no return.” He pauses, exhales heavily. “And I want to respect your boundaries.”
No.
You’re panting too, looking at him, searching his eyes. “What if I changed my mind?”
He cocks his head, unsure if he believes you. “You better not be playing with me right now, y/n.”
“I’m not.”
Famous last words.
Nicholas scoops you into his arms, carrying you to his bedroom. His lips are on yours the entire way, not giving either of you a second to think yourselves out of this. He carefully lays you down, hovering over you as he follows. His hands are all over you now–ghosting, groping, gliding. You’re pulling at his shirt and he’s all too happy to pull it off for you, only needing one hand to do so. He tosses it away before his hands focus on yours, sliding it up your body so he can kiss your stomach, his fingers working the fasteners of your jeans.
You use the moment to try and catch your breath, your back arching into every kiss Nicholas places around your navel. So fucking pretty, you hear him mumble more to himself than to you. You sigh dreamily, pushing your hand back through your hair as Nicholas lifts your hips to pull your jeans off. He kisses up the insides of your legs starting from your feet until he’s reached his target–your wet, panty-clad cunt. He presses a kiss to the center before peeling them away, smirking as he listens to you whimper for more contact.
His mouth finds your now-exposed sex like a starved man, tongue swirling around your clit and dipping down through your folds to gather your arousal, to taste it. He hums his satisfaction, eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy feasting on you. You’d swear you’ve never felt anything like it. Your hand grabs at his hair, pulling for some sense of grounding, and he groans, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure.
Nicholas takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, allowing his eyes to open and look up, wanting to see the way your body shakes in response. You do just that, moaning louder than you anticipate, and Nicholas eats it up. He doesn’t want to make you cum too quickly so he releases your clit, letting only his fingers glide through your slick. “You’re so wet, y/n,” he notes with a smirk. Just an observation, he’d say if you were to challenge him.
“Just take your fucking pants off,” you quip with a smirk of your own.
“Yes ma’am.” He’s grinning now, one hand pumping two fingers into your cunt while the other undresses his lower half.
His fingers feel good. His rings are adding to the stretch and the cold metal makes you shiver. “Fuck,” you sigh, sure you’re in a wet dream. Nicholas chuckles lowly before removing his fingers, much to your dismay. He moves back up your body, letting you watch as he cleans your arousal from his fingers with his mouth. You watch in awe, feeling new waves of it pooling between your thighs. He winks when he finishes, his face hovering just above yours, his hand gripping the side of your neck.
“Last chance to tell me to fuck off.” You can sense his hand stroking his cock between your bodies, waiting only for your go ahead. The cocksure look on his face says he knows you won’t be doing that.
You roll your eyes, both annoyed and fond. “Don’t make me change my mind again.”
Nicholas grins, lowering his mouth back to yours. He’s more nibbling and tugging than kissing this time, his hand guiding his throbbing cock inside you. You both hiss at the initial stretch and resistance, both pairs of eyelids fluttering from the relief. He pushes inside you slowly, making sure not to cause you any discomfort while he bottoms out. “Fuck, you feel so good.” The rasp in his voice is enough to make you clench around him and he hisses again in response.
You tilt your head back as Nicholas’s hand travels up the side of your neck, taking hold of the side of your face as he starts to move, thrusting into you at a pace you both can adjust to well. He keeps your face turned to his with his grip and even though it makes everything feel more intimate than maybe it should, it’s also really fucking hot. “Feels good, baby?” He asks, his eyes boring into yours, his hips slowly picking up their pace. You nod because yeah. It feels so fucking good. Too good, maybe.
You like the feeling of Nicholas keeping you in place the way he wants you. You like the way he’s constantly kissing you as he fucks you, groaning against your lips when he thrusts into you particularly hard, grinning when you moan his name. You like the sight of his hair dripping with sweat and his thick silver chain dangling above you. You like the way he pays so much attention to you, especially when he starts fucking into you at a relentless pace that neither of you will be able to withstand long. You like the way he asks you if it feels good, if you want more, if you’re going to cum for him when he feels you quivering beneath him.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum too.” His voice is so low now that you almost can’t hear him properly. He finally looks away from you, eyes trained on your lower halves. His mouth is open as he puts all of his concentration into hitting just the right spot inside of you, sucking air through his teeth as he staves off his own orgasm until he can pull one out of you. “Come on, baby, cum for me. Let me feel you.”
But you don’t need to be told. He’s hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars, your head pressing back into the mattress under you and your hands clutching at his arms. The moan that accompanies your orgasm is lewd, echoing your gratefulness for release. You twitch as he fucks you through it, equally grateful for your orgasm so he no longer has to postpone his own. His eyes squeeze shut as he releases inside of you and he’s never looked prettier–jaw tense but open, brows furrowed, skin gleaming with sweat. The strangled moan is on loop inside your head, music to your ears.
As Nicholas comes down from his high, he opens his eyes once again, smiling weakly but happily at your fucked out face. He carefully pulls out of you and gathers you in his arms, rolling the two of you over so you’re laying on his chest. His chest is heaving beneath your head, his arm securely around your lower back. Again, you feel like this is maybe a little bit more intimate than it should be, but it still doesn’t feel that way. It just feels comfortable with Nicholas.
You stay silent for a few minutes, both of you catching your breath and recovering. As your brain comes back to you, you have a question.
“Nicholas?”
“Yeah, baby?”
You ignore the ‘baby.’ You’ll correct him later. “When we were playing the game earlier, were you imagining what it would be like if I gave you head?”
He laughs. He wasn’t expecting that to be the question right now. “Uh…yeah.”
You laugh now. “So…why was I the one that got head then?”
Nicholas thinks. He thinks some more. “...Ladies first?”
You both laugh this time. He’s implying there will be a next time, you think to yourself. You don’t correct him. You’ll do that later too.
Synopsis : What happens when actress!Y/N goes to a reception and unknowingly gets drugged with aphrodisiacs.. how could she resist the so hot blond haired man..
Pairing: female actress reader x idol nicholas.
Words : 4091
Warnings : alcohol consumption, substance abuse (unknowingly), its happening raw (please wrap it up), smut with plot, going for 3 rounds, blow job, cunnilungus, light breast play, both of the are consenting to it
Warning. Mature content. Minors do not interact.
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Being a celebrity was not easy every day, the targets, the insults, the constant watch over your shoulder. You felt that you were never truly free. You just wanted an escape, freedom.
“Y/N ? What are you doing ?” Putting his hand on your shoulder and questioning you, your manager looked at you with odd eyes as he was looking at you being lost in thoughts. Your make up was done and you were free to go.
As you stood up you took a look at yourself in the mirror.
You were pampered, make up high on your cheeks, false freckles on your cheeks and nose. Absent-mindedly still in your robe you strolled slowly to the space where your dress was stored.
As you felt the fabric in your hands you admired the dress; long black, made of gauze. You went behind the screen to dress as your manager reminded you of the usual security order to follow.
“Always stay somewhere where I can see you, do not talk to people that haven’t been properly introduced to you, the only drink you can accept is from the catering staff”.
Always the same instructions, always the same routine.
As you looked at yourself in the mirror you realised you felt quite pretty, the dress perfectly sculpted you and was elegant, leaving your collarbone to breathe without layers. Next to the dress was a pair of black lace gloves that you put on before coming out to your manager.
The face he made was not a good one. He had a slip of paper in hand and looked somehow distressed. You interrogated him, and he only gave you the slip of paper that you took between your gloved hands before reading aloud.
“Dearest guest tonight will be unique. To give a better chance for our guest to know each other, once the red carpet passed your staff will not be allowed to come with you and you will be given a mask”
Without understanding you questioned your manager "A masked ball? With no staff? Isn’t it odd…?” Your manager was visibly annoyed by the change and simply told you that the person in responsibility of events had recently changed and had assured him a couple of weeks earlier that his way of doing would be significantly different from his predecessor.
As your hairstylist came and fixed your hair, you tried keeping your calm. Your career had started five years ago, and you had never been alone to an event before.
As the three of you went together to the event you discovered the unusual scenery. The reception was taking place in a mansion in Paris. The building was fancy, dating back from the 18th century. Used to be a private residence for the Parisian aristocracy and was now belonging to the company organising the party.
An important firm and designer house clearly established. Being invited was an honor in itself. As you were admiring the magnificent place where you would enjoy the evening your manager spoke up.
"As we can't be with you, remember be nice polite and do not refuse anyone. This event could skyrocket your career and get you many brands deal." You slowly nodded, and as the car parked, he reminded you one more time "Do whatever it takes but be pleasing and outgoing."
Two hours later you had survived the frenzy of the red carpet, and entering which in itself was both a miracle. On the carpet because of how rude all the photographers were and entering the party, all the staff were quite pushy wanting to make sure you had no staff with you but also taking your phone and purse away from you.
You thought the whole ordeal was quite odd, being alone without any staff, giving your phone and finally receiving a mask paired with your dress to hide your identity.
As you had passed an immense mirror, you realised the mask covered more than half your face going down on your cheeks. You thought it was a good thing your make up artist could not see it as she would have been disappointed to have her gorgeous work hidden.
Now you had been inside since quite a while, and the situation was quite difficult. The ball room was gorgeous, all the outfits rivalling in elegance and beauty... The problem however were the people there.
Most of them, even if the mask did hide their faces seemed to have recognised each other, forming many little groups which you could not enter.
You had tried a first one, three men and four women. All spoke mandarin. You did not speak mandarin.
You took a first glass of champagne.
The second group this time was only composed of women, that seemed to be around your age. This time they eyed you oddly, laughing together and speaking in French. You did not speak French.
You took a second glass of champagne.
The third group was probably the worst, this time they spoke English but did not want you around them. Asking you about your career and achievements, deeming they were not impressive enough they simply told you to go somewhere else.
That was your third glass of champagne.
The fourth, fifth and sixth one were globally the same. Rude, uninterested or speaking another language.
You were now in the offside of the room, watching all the guests having a great time while you were sipping on your now seventh glass of champagne. You were not a polyglot, you could already speak English and Italian which objectively was not bad. And your career was fine, you had a breakout role and now were scoring more important parts and brand deals.
You were alone in your corner, enjoying the alcohol, your only comfort when a masked man came to stand next to you, champagne in hand.
He was the first one to break the silence "I saw you trying to make conversation with… well everyone, don't take offense of them not liking you, unless you are worth more than 20 million in their eyes everyone is useless" a scoff left your lips as you took in the information.
Your asked yourself what you excepted from a party organised by a French designer, in a Parisian mansion where staff was forbidden and mask mandatory...
Almost mad at yourself you accepted another glass from a waiter before replying "I should've excepted it I recognise. But that means you knew and yet you still came?" As the sentence left your lips you turned you face to glance at the man standing next to you.
He was taller than you, even as you wore heels and were quite tall. He had almond shaped eyes behind his mask and plumb lips. His blond hair was reaching his shoulders, leaving you to suppose he had a mullet. He was an elegant man, wearing only a tuxedo vest on top of his shirt.
He gave you an answer "You know how it is, those parties, those brands… you want sponsorship, money, anything that could allow your name to make it big" as you looked at him you commanded his honesty before sipping again on your champagne. Your true ally of the night.
In the room, the music changed and the people left their groups to start dancing, a waltz. You also thought that it was very on brand with the way the night was going.
"How about we show them what the outsiders are made of ?" You questioned him with your eyes as he gave you a look, making you look at the center of the room, where people had started dancing.
"Dancing ?" you asked, and he nodded happily before taking your glass from your hand and leaving it to a waiter.
Quickly he took the two of you to the floor, installing his hand on your hip, your hand on his shoulder and making both of you takes each other hands. Slowly he started following the rhythm.
The first dance happened slowly, getting used to each others pace and rhythm. For the second dance, the man with the silver mask started bringing the two of you closer, feeling more comfortable and making bigger steps. On the third dance your bodies were now glued one against another.
Your chest was standing firmly against his, and you could feel the warmth coming out of his body. As you kept dancing, you felt that your heart was getting louder and that somehow you wanted to be even closer to him. You stole a glance at him, his face, and from where you were standing you had a perfect view of his lips.
You felt your breath getting hatched and a tingly feeling in your inner tight. You started biting your lips to try and surpass the feeling.
You had done multiple kissing scenes in the past and yet you have never felt such an urge in your body. Why were you feeling turned on just by dancing with him?
The fourth dance was unbearable. You wanted to get closer and feel more of his warmth. Your head was getting dizzy and as the man made you spin, you realised you could not continue any longer.
Abruptly you stepped away from him, giving him an apology before rushing and trying to find a quiet spot. You found open glass doors, giving way to a balcony. You quickly stepped outside closing the door behind you and finding solace on the railing you gripped to try and find a calmer cardiac rhythm.
You felt that your cheeks were flushed and your dress oppressing your body. The sensation between your legs did not stop and you tried pushing your legs against one another to sooth the feeling.
You were now fulling grasping for air, as the situation kept getting worse.
Interrupting the calm of the balcony, the masked man pushed the doors, closing them behind him. He had brought glasses to share between the two of you. And even if you could not see his face fully, you could still tell that worry painted his face.
"Feeling flushed? I brought back some drinks it is getting hot inside." He said calmly joining you and giving you one of the glasses. Muttering a thank you, you drank the entire glass in a matter of seconds, hoping it would help you feel better.
The conversation you exchanged happened in a blurry way. All you remembered was that he was an idol in a group even though he came alone, he also had his difficulties with his freedom stripped from him. He was a kind man, funny to be around.
But as you stood there, watching him speak, the way his lips moved slowly, articulating every word, you felt an urge in your body you could not even stop.
In a few seconds you plunged yourself onto him and placed a quick kiss on his lips.
You quickly returned to yourself and stepped back, only feeling a faint traces of your lips on his. You muttered an apology, bowing your head down to him, feeling shameful for the primitive urge that took over your body.
Without giving you an answer you felt hands cupping your cheeks, making your head stand straight and as you stood eyes wide open, you saw the masked man plunge his lips onto yours.
Slowly he started to kiss your lips, waiting for you to kiss him back. You quickly responded to his kiss, draping your hands in his hair. Slowly he took off his hands from your face and installed them in your neck, bringing you even closer to him. For a fraction of seconds, you separated before he pulled you closer a hand on your waist.
This time he was not slow, but feverish, he kissed more ardently, on your lips you felt his tongue licking yours, asking to get in. And as you parted your lips, his tongue engulfed itself into your mouth. A groan leaving his body.
You felt more feverish, wanting more, more of him, of his warmth and you brought yourself even closer to him completely bringing your chest to his. That feeling on his body left him relentless, wanting more. And as he pushed you against the railing the hand that was in your hips made his way to your breast, he started holding.
Kissing him wasn't enough, you separated for a few seconds before going back on each other. Both of you moaning and rubbing each others’ bodies.
The stillness of the night was interrupted by your grinding bodies, your lips fighting for dominance and your tongues messing with each other. The fight was so violent that both of you had each other saliva on your lower face.
The feeling of kissing wasn't enough, and your lips engulfed his, biting him, leaving an iron taste on your lips.
The feeling in your inner tight did not stop, your breast was also hurting and the situation get kept getting more difficult as you felt his growing boner against your body.
For a couple of seconds his lips left yours, to trail down and go to your neck he started kissing feverishly. You rejected your head in the back and brought his face closer to the ape of your neck, wanting more as moans left your lips.
Before you could even realise you begged him "Please I want you inside of me" The man had a grin and you could feel his boner twitch in his pants against your stomach and your inner thigh that was now positively drenched.
"Just wait" he moaned in your ear as he had made his way up. The only thing you could feel was his lips on yours, and his knowing hands going back down your hips. His lips left yours again to leave kisses mark all over your collarbones and the beginning of your chest, you only wanted to feel him. All over.
"Please, can we go.." a moan left your lips "..somewhere"
A small “fuck” left his lips and as he kept your body close to him, he brought back the two of you close to the doors. Before engulfing you to a passionate kiss and opening the door.
The warmth of the dancing room went against your already flushed cheeks. No one seemed to notice the two of you. The only thing you knew, was that the man was holding your hand, asking a staff member how to go upstairs and as he got the answer, he quickly took the two of you out before taking a bottle of champagne someone gave to him.
The next thing you knew was that you were following this stranger and escaping the party, quickly making your way upstairs, anywhere that you could find a room unlocked where the two of you could go.
Upstairs the two of you kept getting more pressed, relentless, trying to open every room before one finally gave in.
As the masked man opened the door you swore you could not stand it anymore and as the door closed behind the two you plunged yourself in his arm, taking off his tuxedo jacket. The man felt the same urge as he went straight back to kiss you, not even giving you a chance to resist him before putting his tongue deep inside your throat.
You felt his hands on your hips, on your breast, you swore you could feel him everywhere and nowhere.
"Fuck I need you" a rasp left your lips.
You kept feeling dizzier and your inner thigh get getting more wet. All you had done was kissing and you couldn’t even understand how he could have gotten you so wet so quickly.
As the man made his way through your dress, he found the zipper on your side and could not even open it. "Fuck" he groaned in your ear "I need you off this now".
Without even trying one more second, he put his hand in the inside of the corseted part or your dress and ripped the fabric, just enough to let your boobs falls straight out of the dress and enough to take the dress off your body.
As the silver masked man looked at you, dress on your ankles, boobs free in the air, a black lace pantie, precum was dripping out his cock. As you stood there feverish, partially naked you wanted to see your partner the same way and quickly took off his tuxedo.
Not letting you open his buttons for him, the man pushed you onto the bed, slamming his body against yours on the mattress. Throwing the bottle of champagne next to you.
His lips on your breast, he ripped off his own shirt before putting it aside and taking off his pants. You were now in the same state of undressing and all you wanted was him.
Seeing you left on your panties for him the man could not believe the sight and without wasting one more minute took his bower off. As you were laying there, ready for him, you could not help but foam at the mouth.
The man was big, precum leaving his member, veins adorning it. You wondered if you could take all of him. Before you could think too deeply about it, the man took your gloved hand to rest it on his dick. You started stroking it, to keep him in the mood, even though you knew he did not need it.
One more time proving his strength, ripping the panties of your body. Leaving you completely naked for him.
For a minute he took off your hand from him, palming himself at the sight of you, your open legs and your dripping cunt.
"Fuck you are gonna be so good for me" he moaned. Feverishly he slammed his body on yours, going back to kissing your lips. You could feel his precum on your stomach.
The man was searching frantically for condoms in the bedside tables, to no avail. You felt more relentless and told him "Do it raw. I can't stand it anymore. I need you now"
Those words immediately made the man stop in his pursuit and looked at you for a few seconds before going back to kissing you.
Quickly you felt his hands going down your body, to finally go to his dick. Without wasting one more second, he aligned himself with your wet entrance and inserted himself.
"Angh" a moan left your lips, making your mouth go wide open. He was so big in you, and you felt so wet for him.
Without wasting one more second, the masked man started driving into you, quickly, not even giving you a minute to adjust on him. You could feel his veins on your walls and his tip reaching the cervix.
Everything felt so good, so warm, moans couldn't stop leaving your lips, making a mess out of you. To pace himself better the man installed his hands on your hips. And as he thumped inside of you, your moans kept getting louder.
You had never felt so good.
In a matter of minutes, the two of you reached your climax as he came in you and got off your body. As he rested next to you, you realised you wanted more. You could take more.
He had fucked you, driving your walls crazy but the wetness between your thighs was still there.
This time you climbed up on him as he questioned you with his eyes. Your hands were still gloved, and you took them off seductively in front of him.
"I want you to feel good" you simply stated.
Understanding where you wanted this to go the man sat up on the bed, and as you climbed down and went on the floor you adjusted yourself in front of his dick.
As you presumed he was still hard, even though he came only a few minutes ago.
Slowly, you took his balls in one of your hands and started stroking his dick with the other, assuring a maintained eye contact. The man left a moan out of his lips. You then picked up the pace, as his dick got stronger and more elevated.
Feeling satisfied with the way it looked. His member left your hand as you started leaving a long stroke with your tongue on his dick, always maintaining eye contact. And before he could realise more. You started kissing his shaft, slowly, teasingly.
You then started going up and down on his dick, engulfing the entirety of his length. The man was now a moaning mess, and as he got more relentless, he took your hands and installed them on his abs you started to stroke.
The man was overwhelmed, hot and as he could not take it anymore, he ripped the mask off his face. You stole a glance at him, and he was the more gorgeous man you had ever seen.
You could feel that he was getting closer to his orgasm as you picked the pace. Understanding that he was going to cum, he took your hair in his hand forcing you to stay in place before cuming in your mouth.
As you pulled out and looked at him, his cum all over your mouth and on your breast, the man could not believe the sight. "Fuck I want more of you" and as he said it, he grabbed you by your hips and installed you back to the bed.
Making your back rest against the high of the bed. Not being able to take it anymore he went back to your lips engulfing you in a kiss a hand behind your neck. Even though he could taste himself he could also taste you and the taste of champagne on your tongue.
Looking at the sides of the bed and then your gloves he got an idea. And as he took them, he draped them against your wrists locking them away and attaching them to the bed. You were now free for him to dispose, he could whatever he wanted to you.
Before he continued, he took a look at you; his cum on your lips and breast, his cum still going down your folds. You were too good for him and he needed to know, to see the face of this woman.
As he took off your mask, he discovered your face, the freckles, and your flushed cheeks. He murmured a fuck before going to kiss you again.
The man wanted to see you moan for him, make you feel everything the way you did for him.
Seeing the bottle of champagne, he took it he opened it and made you drink of if, before splashing the entirety of your body with it.
Feverishly he started licking your body, kissing every inch he could see. Every bit of skin, every fold. He wanted all of you on his lips, he wanted to taste you all of you.
And as he got progressively down, he went back to your warm folds that had taken him so well. With his hands he maintained your legs open for him as he started to go down on you.
First, he started to kiss those lips up and down, kissing your inner thigh, and then he put more attention to it.
He was determined to feel you good only with his tongue.
He started licking you as you felt his tongue on your folds, moans left your lips. He was making you feel way too good.
Slowly he started licking with more gusto, putting your folds between his lips.
As you got more wet for him, his nose against your skin, he started to push his tongue inside of you.
That made your body reach for the sky and with his hands he kept your body in place against the mattress. As he kept going in and out, leaving kisses on your body. Your tights tried to close on him, and he stopped you with his hand on your thigh, leaving a mark on them.
You were a whimpering mess, begging for more, begging to come…
And finally as your release came, the man stayed between your legs, taking all of your sweet juices.
As he got up, he licked his lips enjoying everything your body gave him.
As the two of you looked at each other after this third round a realisation hit the two of you : the night was still young, and you still had plenty of time.
Picture it, he just spent the longest day at work, and when he goes home he sees you on his bed, and you are looking so hot.
You are doing nothing in particular, just playing a game on the switch but just seeing you turns him on. But he is so lazy, he doesn’t want to change and doesn’t want to take off your clothes, he just wants you to grind on him.
Locking the door, he begs you to kiss him and grind on him. Which you do.
And boy does he feels good. Just resting his head in the crook of your shoulders, moving your body with his hands on your ass, and cuming in his pants.. That’s the best way to end a long day.
Mid-Exhibitionnism
K is a freak and is horny like 24/7.
That not his fault, you just look too hot, all the time.
You would be lying together in a park and he would beg you to go together somewhere more quiet because he has a boner. Eating together at a restaurant ? 30 minutes would pass before he start fingering you under the table. In a cinema ? Last row as you give him a handjob.
Of course, the public setting is also a huge factor on turning him on, because if you made sounds or if someone saw you guys together… He would come so much faster. He wants them to know he makes you feel good and that you are his... It just add a whole thrill to the whole experience.
Fuma
Marking
Freak on stage, freak in the sheets.
His favorite activity is to mark you up, leaving you with trails of hickeys.
He loves to to fuck you in missionary solely for the fact that he can your messed up face and all the hickeys he is leaving on your neck. Oh, because you thought he would leave them on discreet places ?
Absolutely not. He loves to mark you up, everywhere, on your neck, your collarbones, between your boobs, on your inner thighs … He just loves to see his work and to see the different points of maturation in each and seeing their color change.
Overstimulation
He loves a mess, he loves to see you being a mess.
He wants to make you feel good, and just love to see you.
He would play with your clit, kiss you, then leave hickey, lick your breast… He just wants you to feel everything.
And when you beg him to just fuck you already ? He fuck you so rough, of course he looks at your face because he wants to see you overwhelmed and put his fingers in your mouth.
Nicholas
Breast play
He is a boob lover.
You wear a dress showing cleavage ? He fucks you against a wall before leaving the house.
He sees you in your cute pyjama tops that lets your boobs move freely ? He has a boner and beg for a quickie before bed.
You guys are chilling in the couch and his hand is just on your breast, just to feel them. He falls asleep holding them.
And his favorite thing ? When he fuck you but just with your boobs, he loves seeing his cum dripping from them and then licking it off.
Angry sex
Most jealous man you know. Most jealous man you’ve ever dated.
Imagine just sitting down with the members after getting dinner all of you together in the dorm. Just having a laugh with Maki while watching tiktok, and Nicholas sees it. That would make him lose his mind, why would you laugh with another man when you had him ?
Coming close to you and pulling you by your wrist, he would just drag you to his bedroom. Throw you on the bed and lock the room. He would fuck you so rough, making you come multiple just to remind you to who you belongs to.
And if you made noises ? He would tell you to be louder, let the other members knows to who you belong to.
Euijo
Praise kink
Hot take but not so much. He has this loserish vibe to him that would make weak in his knees for your praise.
He is making you feel good, and as his head is between your thighs, you just praise him, how good he is, how he makes you feels so good.. And the next thing you know, Euijoo is licking even more fervently.
Hearing praise is music to his ears and that just make his performance go so much harder. He would keep going on as long as you praise him.. for hours on end..
Dressing up cutely
He likes cat ears.
Picture it, you welcome him home after a long day at work, you just bought a cute lingerie set and saw a tail and cat ears in a sex shop and you knew he would love it. So, you dressed up, waited for him on the couch and as he comes in and steps inside you welcome him by playing with the tail, asking him if he had a good day.
He sees you and literally jumps on you. You are not even carried to the bedroom, he just wants to feel you, play with the ears, make the tail go on your body and then licking you.
And when you tell him you’ll give him a blowjob and he sees you with the cat ears sucking him off ? He cums on your face.
Now, whenever he has a bad day he will just ask you for the cat ears and the tail.
𑣲. tiny love letter :: your omega boyfriend, nicholas, finds your entire being fascinating, how different you are from him when you’re entering the sweet and primal stage of preheat… ᨳଓ .
warnings :: (18+) mdni. fluff/suggestive — omega! 王奕翔 x omega afab!reader … omegaverse au, cottagecore au, soft yearner!nicho, mentions of heat/preheat cycles, brief mention of love marks & hickeys, lots of symbolism, messy eating, reader wearing lingerie/sleepwear in a garden (?), scenting/pheromones, mention of greek mythology notions, nature freaks omega!nicho & omega!reader… O1. O2. O3! —
sticky note :: this is the product of what surrender by jhene aiko told my thumbs to write, brain turned off. not proofread at all… YAY OMEGA NICHO’S POV!! hope u enjoyyyy! >.<
heavenly.
that is quite literally the only way nicholas could describe your entire being; no matter how moldeable and flexible it is, or how much of it you show. right now, that is all that is gracing his watchful eyes as he witnesses you shaping reality into one of your own, exactly the way you want it to be.
it’s truly fascinating, so much so that it makes nicholas wonder why you have such a fascination with everything around you when the main subject you should focus on could be yourself. yes, you are just a mere being, but you reach places far from the definition of it in such extraordinary ways.
there's no other explanation as to how you carry yourself right now, and nicholas shamelessly marveling at how connected you are with your environment. he knows this happens, but it doesn't ever not surprise him to see you in your rawest form.
yes, you told him you were about to start your heat days prior, already on the infamously ambiguous period of your cycle and knowingly deep into mating season, but you didn't have to tell him at all. nicholas saw it by the way you woke up this morning as if you've shedded your peeled skin and woke up anew. in the way you lunged towards the sheer blue curtains and poured more light into the room and onto your skin despite him not being ready, how you sighed as though you felt the sun dripping into your pores and rejuvenating your entire complexion despite his soft groans from the sudden flash. he sniffed it lingering in the air like freshly baked strawberry pie. a lot sweeter than his own.
the omega knew of your need for nature, how you willingly lean more into your primal instincts and let it all take over your entire sense of being. something underneath your skin crawls, itching for any sort of groundings, innate feelings and raw instinct a sense of longing for your hands to meet the greenest grass or for your languid frame to lay over the fluttering flowers and just rest there.
nicholas didn't stop you at all and just admired deeply as you allowed yourself comfort and tranquil warmth within the colored backyard of your shared abode, running amuck around the gardens with bare feet. until the warmth spreads rapidly within your trembling frame and aches, calls for him to quell.
and so here you are, ever so oblivious to his sharp gaze, keenly attuned with the array of colors within your view in front of you instead.
but what fascinates him was how it pulls him in, despite how physically far away you were from him. he’s looking from a distance because he knows how sacred your space is, how important it is for you to indulge with your self needs first before grasping for his, but he’s enthralled in a magnetic sense. he’s in awe by how this seemingly odd sight just draws him in, captured by your raw beauty and passion for sensuality in the most natural form.
nothing like the first day when he caught you out in the backyard; he’ll never forget the sudden rush the sight evokes within his body. how his sharp breath hitches in his throat as he froze upon seeing you, so quiet yet presence still nevertheless so loud within the fluttering leaves.
as olive green as the swaying willow tree leaves above your frame, the color of what you wore was the only thing invading his eyes as he drinks the scenery in. the omega sees you, adorning a new matching set in that beautiful green color. soft tank top hugging the dips of your waist perfectly, ruffled bloomers bunching at your hips like it was made for your body. the hanging beads sewn onto the tank top’s bottom hem, curtaining along your plush thighs and the soft swell of your exposed lower tummy. your sun-kissed skin glowing golden underneath the bright rays as you bask in the refreshing light. your soft hair fluffed and frizzy with the wind, small dandelions and daisies sticking out from some wispy strays and framing your heated face and supple cheeks, tinted and presumably flushed from the beating sun. and that gold necklace he gifted you laying over your sternum glistening from the light. all of this making him melt right where he stands and yet, you’re soundly asleep on the soft blanket he offered you an hour prior.
your colors are so vibrant, so full of fertile life…
and nicho knows you smell like the sweetest homemade strawberry milk, but he won’t go over to find out. he prefers to take it in from afar; let it hit him when it billows in the crisp air as you’re hopping back into your lovely cottage, once the sun finished feeding your skin with light for the day.
he wonders where you even hid these beautiful pieces of clothing without him realizing.
and his wonders keep adding, with each new scenery you unveil to his sparkling eyes.
like the second day, when he almost had a straight heart attack on the way back into the cabin, freezing upon seeing you again. how this time, you’re adorning this midnight blue corset with sheer frilly ruffles as straps, but his eyes linger on the choker collar wrapped around your neck with the same ruffled trim — barely covering up the marks he left the other night. you’re still comfortably sitting back on your calves, blue bloomers bunching higher up your round cheeks as you lean in and peek into the picnic basket filled of fruits that he’d pack you the night before. he’s no longer sweating because of the strenuous work he put into fixing your garden before; he’s heated from the brilliant radiance you provide, staring helplessly, breathlessly, at the way nectar juices flow down your chin and neck when your plumped lips wrap around the ripped peach in your hand.
nicholas swears everything you touch is pure delicacy, how you hold things gently in your palm, mindful and respectful of its softness. how could you be this soft when he couldn’t even keep his tears in check during this part of the cycle?
his fascination never dwindles since you’re full of surprises too.
like the one day he swears his jaw hung permanently open when he saw you grab large chunks of a perfectly decorated cake he brought home from your favorite local bakery, with your bare hands. how it becomes ruined by your impulsive decision and how you eat it straight from your palms, watching as the sugary cream plops onto your golden thighs below and stick onto your rosy lips. you’re just eating, devouring like you haven’t in days and filling in your stomach until your heart desires and he just wonders how, in this small world you’ve created, could you be feasting desserts so carelessly, so deliberately.
how you could be so in-tune with what your inner being wants, what your body needs— no matter how messy or unconventional it might be? it makes him want to know how to give it to you too. he wishes you to teach him, become one with what mother earth has given you to indulge. he knows the urges are crawling right underneath your skin just like how it feels for him, and he plans to beg for your enlightenment. wishes to hear your alluring whispers of all the ways you desire him as you crawl into his lap and settle down with your hands all over him, heat his skin with your carnal energy and your soft lips. but for now, nicholas indulges in you.
and there are some days that aren’t as shocking but still another instance of you in your element that allows him to just sit and marvel in your beauty; sheer-ish pleated, pink babydoll dress conforming around your curves as you lay on your stomach, and press your plush thighs together to ease the slight pain between them. he’s devouring with his eyes, focused on your concentrated self so much that he thinks he’s audibly hallucinating the sound of you flipping over another page of a book from where he stood, far away to not reveal his presence. his narrowed eyes hopelessly strain as he tries his hardest to read the golden words pressed onto the hard cover, a book he has never taken an interest in before — until now.
nicholas aches to learn, to earn with your blessing.
because there you are, on the same blanket, on the same spot in the pretty garden of your backyard, another day into the peak of your proestrus phase.
and not soon after, you’re having a lazy siesta underneath the falling sun, curling closer to the rays that slowly die within the horizon, stretching your spine out like a satisfied feline as you roll around in the fallen petals of the willow tree above.
and he’s just watching, because, by all the gods ever uttered into existence, you are the most beautiful work of art on this earth. nicholas stares tenderly like you're a wild animal in your natural habitat— untouched, feral, and a spring seraphic.
you ooze divine femininity in his own backyard; you’re his nymph, coming out straight from the erotic mythologies you always have read aloud to him.
before getting into relationship with you, nicholas never quite understood your obsession with sensual and intellectual intimacy; the way you spoke softly about nature, the way you accept the colorful array of various flowers, the way you stretch on the grass like it's home, the way you claim pleasure without apology,
but it all makes sense now.
nicholas has grown aware of intricate details throughout the days leading to the peak of your cycle, doing his own research to be connected and harmonize with your passionate nature in his own way. all the fruits you consume; the figs that paint your lips sticky and glossy, the pomegranate seed that stain your lips the same red as your cheeks, the strawberries that make you hum in delight. all the flowers scattered on the blanket around your figure; camellias soft between your fingertips and resting over your navel, roses tangled within your curls, farmer’s market lilies he brings to you every morning resting underneath the heels of your feet, wild jasmines dispersed around the green moss and the thick blanket.
the omega knows they all mean one notion and you’re able to subtly convey it so naturally; your attraction to hungry passion, soft sensuality, natural intimacy, and careful yearning. for him, with him.
he sees you crave beauty and connection during this state, and you want to feel it all through the body. the kind of expression that feels like touching without touching.
it’s all starting to fall into place and a soft smile rests on his lips once he remembers clearly when you randomly told him that strawberries were venus’ favorites. he doesn’t have to wonder if you elude to other implications, knowing you were considering yourself as venus and he was the strawberries you wish and crave. your words promise something; something he’ll look forward to later after sunset, when you got your fill of sticky fruits and craving more from his scent glands directly. you’ll come looking for him, taking in his sweetening smell, the reaction of his scent reacting to your own.
it’s as if you’re getting aligned with venus and aphrodite themselves in the most innate form, and that is what truly pulls him in closer.
he wonders the same thing over and over again; what did he do so well in his past life that he was blessed with this wild-hearted divine creature? constantly being blessed with such gorgeous scenes he could only describe as living daydreams.
nicholas sees you, as a story whispered between gods of mere mortal beings. his true living poem written in fruit juices and nectar, bare thighs, a strawberry filled sighs under the sun. an omega who not only embraces their natural body and hormonal change, but speaks of innate desire through the lens of mythical books and symbolism.
and nicholas swears, he would worship you with hands dirt-stained from mother earth, or he would indulge in you and quote euripides at your bare skin while feeding you figs instead— but only if you want him to. the space you’ve created is so gentle and delicate, nicholas fears he shouldn’t go into it because he know how sacred it is. he wants your permission.
he wants to take care of you somehow, offer you cool iced sparkling water with floating lemons just how you like or rub sunscreen onto your golden shoulders and the tip of your heated nose and cheeks while you’re having your sun-drowsed cat naps, offering more crimson colored fruits until there isn’t none left or rubbing your full stomach when it’s puffed with sweet pies and honeyed cakes. he wants to pamper you, prep you and indulge in your most basic desires. give you everything you ever desire to make your descent into heat all the more easier. he wants for you to fall into the headspace comfortably with him as well, needs you to feel secured and safe enough to do just that— does not need it for his benefit, but just for you.
but for now, he’ll just continue observing you from the back door of the cottage, lopsided smile still tugging his pouty lips as if he was struck by cupid’s arrow, and arms crossed over his chest as you awaken your raw essence in dreamy paradise. with the sight of you embracing your body and curing your inner longings, only one word comes to mind to sum up the entirety of his thoughts and his world that is involved with you,
