⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who gets so cocky when you start begging for him to put you in a headlock during sex.
"fuck, baby, you sure?" his voice teasing, your pussy making the most delicious wet sounds as he pushes his cock in as deep as he could before taking it right back out.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who hears your phone ringing while he's fucking you. reaching over to hand you the phone and make you answer it.
you shake your head, pushing his hand away with teary eyes. "it's your friend, baby. you can't leave her wondering why you didn't pick up." he smiles from behind you, his harsh thrusts making your arms give out and you fall on the bed. ass in the air and face against the mattress.
"pick it up or I'll pull out and leave you to finish alone."
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who's never serious with his threats, he just wants to hear you beg and plead for him. knowing you'll ultimately do what he says.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who would never force you to do something you really don't want to do. he knows you well enough to understand when you truly deny him out of discomfort.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who loves when you sit on his face. the feeling of your plush thighs against his head making his cock twitch.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who would fuck you in the bathroom of his dorm. his hand clasped tightly over your mouth, whispering into your ear about how you can't make a single sound or the guys' will hear how much of a needy slut you are.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who loves when you pull his hair. you're always so gentle with him, stroking his hair and softly playing with it. but when he has you in missionary or he's eating you out and you tug on his hair, he's addicted.
his tongue slurping up your juices, constantly switching between tonguing your clit and sticking it into of your entrance. and the closer you get, the sloppier he gets. your hands get lost in his hair, tugging without even realizing what you're doing.
you feel a soft vibration against your core, making you moan out even louder. nico's grinding against the sheets as you pull at him, shutting his eyes and letting out the most arousing muffled groans.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ nico who, when he's on tour or away from you, calls you at the most random hours. heavy breathing and half spoken sentences from his side of the line.
he spits in his hand before bringing it down to his cock. he can't orgasm properly without having you in some way. a picture, a video, a voice message, a phone call, anything.
he calls you, praying you'll pick up despite knowing it's properly the middle of the night where you are.
when you do pick up, he's begging you to talk endlessly. say whatever's on your mind. pleading for you to say his name. and you don't argue because you know exactly why he's doing this.
(2.1k words) smut, established relationship, public teasing, fingering, messy oral (fem receiving), spitting, semi-public sex, teasing, not proofread petnames: little minx, baby, brat, princess, pretty ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this FUCKASS photoshoot had me foaming at the mouth i need him on a leash help me. also yay first teamies fic :3
be a supportive girlfriend they said, show up to the shooting they said.
what they didn’t say was that you will lose your sanity, gripping your seat so tightly at the view in front of you. your boyfriends bare chest was on full display for not only you, but the entire crew. but it was only you he had this intense effect on. it’s not like you haven’t seem him shirtless before, you two had been fucking like rabbits just last night but there’s something about him like this. sitting on the floor, head tilted upwards as the makeup artists messily writes on his neck.
it had been a hassle this morning for the poor women in charge of his styling today. he had told you to be careful with the marks and bites on his upper body today, but what were you supposed to do? as if you can let him put you in every unholy position there is without leaving him with some gifts for the future.
“awww shit,” you had heard him sigh from the bathroom while you were still in the post sleep haze. his footsteps approaching you turned, one eye opening, just to be faced with…quite the sight. hand on his hip, he pointed with the other at his neck where swirls of red and purple adorned his neck.
you giggle. “you missed some.” his brows furrow and follow your eyes that focus suspiciously close to bottom of his boxers. a small spot of purple peaked out beneath the black fabric and with a tug upwards he revealed another constellation of bruises.
“fucking little minx,” he mumbled with a grin as he lunges forwards. you squeal, trying to seek shelter under the pillows but he’s faster. his legs position themselves next to your waist as his hands push away the pillows. big hands cup your face as he presses his lips on yours.
“told you no marks, baby” he mumbled, but you could tell he wasn’t really mad at you.
“well, actually”, you breathed between kisses. “you said no scratches, i followed orders.” this earned you a slight slap of your thighs through the plush covers.
“you’re such a brat, you’re lucky i need to get out soon.”
before he managed to get up again you wrapped your arms around his bare torso, fingers slightly digging into his skin.
“baby i really gotta go,” he coos at your pouty lips and sleep filled eyes. “come visit me later, hm? get ready at your own pace and come watch.”
you nod and his hand finds your cheek again, this time softly stroking it. but you wouldn’t let him have his peace this easily, teeth snapping at his hand. he managed to pull away just in time and laughed, leaning down one last time to give you a short kiss. “brat.”
and now you found yourself sitting here, in the corner of the dressing room, legs pressed together as you try to keep yourself from panting at the sight of him. nicho noticed your squirming around, brow raising in confusion before realisation hit. he muttered a few words to the stylist and started making his way over, crouching in front of you.
“you good baby?” he teased – of course he knew the effect he had on you. you shoved his shoulder with faux annoyance and he took your hand, pressing a kiss to it. “we had our fun last night and you’re already all riled up again?”
the room was filled with people yet he still spoke with such casualty that you couldn’t help but blush at his bluntness. his empty hand finds your knee, slowly tapping against it before slowly inching up your thigh.
“nicho,” you hiss with wide eyes, looking around the room with panic.
“thought you wanted my attention?” he questioned with a cocky laugh.
“yea but…not in front of everyone.”
“well in that case,” he started, fingers tracing mindless shapes on your legs “how about we catch some fresh air before the need me again, hm?”
it was embarrassing how quickly you frantically started nodding, chest heaving with anticipation. and before you knew it he had you pressed against the wall of the hidden room in the back of the hall.
his hands were all over you, your waist, your neck, your ass, your hip – he was everywhere and it drove you crazy. hot open mouthed kisses were placed on your neck as it lolled to the side for better access. you were just about to tangle your fingers in his hair as he tutted out a soft “no touching baby, can’t have you mess up what everyone spent working on.”
you whine, partly because of his instructions, partly because of the sensation of his tongue and teeth grazing the delicate skin of your neck.
“‘s unfair nicho.”
he chuckled, giving the freshly formed love bite a quick lick. “well i do have to punish you a tiny little bit because of last night princess.”
at an excruciating slow pace his fingers dragged themselves down your neck, stopping at the swell of your chest before cupping them with one firm motion. you gasp, a small high pitched noise escaping your mouth, soon replaced by a full on groan as he pinches your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“please,” you plead, eyes shut in pleasure.
if there’s one thing that nicho loves about you, is that you ask him so fucking sweetly when you get all needy for him. how can he say no to you?
with practiced ease he unbuttons your jeans, the fabric gathering around your ankles. to your surprise he doesn’t tease the wet spot on your panties, but yanks them down your thighs.
his fingers move over your slick folds, wasting no time dip not one, but two fingers in. you gasp at the sudden fullness, clenching around him.
“relax, baby. need you to loosen up so you feel good.”
skilled fingers plunge in and out of you, curling just the right way to hit the gummy spot inside of you. his lips suck away at your chest, pretty red spots forming all over your tits.
you’ve had him eat you out before, many times, but never not at home. this was risky and you both felt it, his ego loving the thrill of someone catching the two of you like this.
“nicholas?” a knock on the door.
you froze and his hand covered your mouth, urging you to be silent.
“you guys okay?”
he cleared his throat, “yea, y/n’s just been feeling a little dizzy today. give me a few minutes, she’s feeling much better already.”
with that he plunged a third finger into your leaking hole, causing you to abruptly jerk forward, falling into his chest.
“no worries man, let us know if you need anything.”
nicho doesn’t wait for the footsteps the quiet down, mouth closing around your covered nipple, biting down on the sensitive bud.
“oh god,” you choke out and he drops to his knees. his fingers continuing to plunge in and out of you with calculated speed. he wastes no time slurping away at the liquid that messily spilled out of you.
obscene sounds echo off the walls and if you hadn’t been so fucked out you would worry that you could be heard all the way down the hallway.
his lips closed around your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud and you squirm. “hold fucking still baby,” he mumbles into you pussy, tongue darting out to kitten lick the delicate bundle of nerves.
he sucks and swirls his tongue around, fingers continuing to abuse your gummy walls and you feel like you’ll pass out any second. you didn’t even notice until a sob escaped you that tears were streaming down your face at the immense pleasure you felt.
“feels that good hm? taste like fucking heaven too, pretty.” nicho pulls away for a second, halting his motions and you whine. “let me admire you baby,” he answers, before spitting into your already gushing pussy, earning a gasp from you.
your juices are dripping down his chin, but he couldn’t care less as he practically makes out with your pussy. his teeth graze your faults, breath fanning over the wet flesh before his mouth slurps at your leaking hole. it’s pornographic how he hums, moving his head from side to side as he devours you.
strained moans escape your throat, heart hammering against your chest as hot flashes zap through your body. mindlessly, you reach for his head. with a quick slap on the wrist he stops your movement, biting down on your clit in punishment.
“told you no touching. listen or i’ll stop.”
“‘ve no balance baby,” you gasp out.
his free hand, the one that wasn’t exploring your insides now dug into your left hip, pressing you flush against the wall.
“better?"
his voice was barely noticeable, face buried between your legs, refusing to separate from you for even a second. but nicholas wouldn’t be nicholas without starting to grope around. within seconds he started moving his hands backwards, grabbing the flesh of your ass, fingersnails digging into with delicious pain.
“fucking prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, hm? all gushing for me, making such a mess on my face. better thank the makeup artist later for investing in such a good setting spray baby?”
the filthiness of his voice make you clench, sucking up the digits inside of you and he groans.
“feels that good baby?" you only manage a weak nod.
“come on, pretty,” he urges, “tell me how good my fingers feel.”
“feels so so good, i love your fingers so much,” you slurred out.
as if you weren’t blissed-out already, he sped up the pace, the sound of squelching embarrassingly loud. your moans grow louder, head dropping toward, low lidded eyes making eye contact with the man on his knees in front of you.
god he looked good. muscled arms flexing at the overwhelming pace his plunging his fingers inside of you, eyes flipping back and forth between your fucked out face and the wetness running down your thighs. wetness, that’s also glistening on his face, his chin and nose.
“such a pretty thing you are. so fucking good for me.”
his praise drives you crazy, body reacting to every single one of his words. and of course he notices.
“you’re close, hm?”
words have left you long ago, heck you could barely control your body anymore and all you managed to get out was a mix of whines, moans and a strangled sob.
“i gotta go back, princess. let’s make you cum, yea?”
and just like that his mouth was on your clit again, sucking violently. your knees threatened to buckle and he positioned them one his shoulders, strong hand pinning you back against the wall, head keeping you in place.
your legs flexed around his head, one hand grabbing onto the nearby closet while the other digs into his shoulder.
“‘m gonna cum,” your voice barely noticeable over the slurping sounds.
all it took was one hum of him against your clit and your body locks up. white flashes erupt in your limbs as you feel the wetness flow down your legs.
nicho happily slurped away at the liquid, satisfied with the unplanned amount spilling out of you. if it had been for him he would’ve stayed this way for another hour, but you pushed weakly at his head, overstimulated clit aching in pain.
“well that was a first.” he grinned and you blinked. just then you noticed the obscene amount of wetness on the floor.
your eyes widened, “that was me?!”
“fuck yes that was you pretty,” he beamed at you, eyes filled with pride and adoration. “didn’t even mean to make you squirt but here we are. gotta try that more often, you looked so hot.”
you blushed, which was hilarious. you were practically sitting on his shoulders, his face directly in front of your pussy and you still blushed.
his hands moved up and down your thighs, softly placing your shaky legs on the floor. carefully, he inspected the skin, giving each and every little mark a soft kiss.
“you okay, baby?”
you nod, eyes dropping low from exhaustion, your high still lingering.
“come on,” he mutters as he helped you put your jeans back on. “i gotta go back, we’ll find you a place to rest."
strong arms wrap around you, soft lips peppering kisses on your temple.
“and besides, i’d appreciate the favour to be returned after i’m done here. i deserve it, don’t you think?”
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✧ after weeks of pretending he could survive the breakup, nicholas finally shows up at your door with flowers in his hands and too many things left unsaid. the conversation hurts, loving each other still hurts more, and somehow neither of you really learned how to stop.
✧ part 1 | part 2
✧ nicholas x reader | exes to lovers, angst, reconciliation, hurt/comfort, emotional confrontation, idol au | wc: ~1.3k
✧ author’s note: PART 2 PART 2 PART 2 AHHH (thank you guys so much for all the support! so so happy you all loved part 1 hehe)
✧ keep reading if you want to stay a while ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
the drive over felt endless.
every red light lasted too long.
every second made him think maybe this was stupid. maybe he was already too late. maybe you wouldn’t even open the door.
nicholas gripped the steering wheel tighter.
his heartbeat hadn’t slowed once since leaving the dorm.
rain dotted weakly against the windshield, city lights smearing across the glass in blurred streaks while memories kept hitting him one after another like punishment.
your laugh in the passenger seat.
your hand stealing fries from his bag at stoplights.
the way you used to sing wrong lyrics confidently just to annoy him.
three years.
three years, and he almost let silence become the ending.
his phone buzzed again through the cupholder.
this time he looked.
ej.
he answered on speaker without taking his eyes off the road.
“did you seriously leave?”
“yes.”
a pause.
then, “okay. good.”
nicholas let out a breathy laugh despite himself.
“bring flowers,” ej added immediately.
“i’m literally driving right now.”
“then apologize extra hard.”
the call disconnected before he could answer.
nicholas stared ahead again.
then quieter, mostly to himself—
“i know.”
—
your apartment building looked exactly the same.
and somehow that made it worse.
the same dim hallway lights.
the same crooked number plate beside your door.
the same stupid welcome mat you refused to throw away because “it had personality.”
his stomach twisted violently as he stood there.
for the first time since getting out of the car, fear finally caught up to him properly.
what if you’d moved on?
what if you were happier now?
what if he was only showing up because he couldn’t handle losing you, not because he deserved another chance?
nicholas swallowed hard.
then knocked anyway.
once.
twice.
movement sounded faintly inside.
and suddenly every nerve in his body lit on fire.
the lock clicked.
the door opened.
you froze.
so did he.
for a second neither of you spoke at all.
you looked tired.
not dramatically.
not heartbreak-movie devastated.
just… tired in the way people become after carrying sadness quietly for too long.
nicholas thought that somehow hurt worse.
your eyes flicked over him carefully, like you weren’t sure if he was real.
“...nicholas?”
his throat tightened instantly at hearing his name in your voice again.
“hi.”
you stared at him.
then at the late hour behind him.
then back at him again.
“i don’t—” you started softly, confused. “what are you doing here?”
everything he rehearsed in the car disappeared immediately.
every sentence.
every explanation.
gone.
because standing in front of you again after weeks apart didn’t feel like heartbreak or resentment.
it felt like finally breathing after drowning.
nicholas looked at you for one long second before saying honestly,
“i think i made the worst mistake of my life.”
your expression cracked slightly.
just slightly.
but he saw it.
you looked down immediately afterward like you hated that he saw it.
the hallway stayed painfully quiet.
rain tapped softly against the building windows somewhere farther away.
nicholas rubbed both hands nervously against his jeans before speaking again.
“i know i probably don’t deserve you opening this door right now,” he said carefully. “and i know i can’t fix everything in one conversation, but i need you to know that losing you feels wrong. like—”
he stopped, jaw tightening.
“like i’ve spent three weeks existing without anything actually reaching me.”
your eyes lifted back to his slowly.
he kept going before courage disappeared.
“i kept trying to tell myself maybe this was for the best. maybe we just grew apart or maybe love isn’t always enough or whatever people say to survive breakups.” he laughed weakly. “but then i found the scrapbook.”
your breath caught faintly.
“and i realized something.”
nicholas stepped a little closer.
“every single memory in that thing still feels like home to me.”
silence.
heavy.
dangerous.
your fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the door.
“nicholas…”
“i’m not here because i’m lonely,” he said quickly. “and i’m not here because i suddenly forgot the reasons we broke up. i know i hurt you.”
that one almost broke him to admit out loud.
“i know i did.”
you looked away again.
and that hurt too.
because he knew exactly why.
the missed calls.
the postponed dates.
the exhaustion that slowly turned into distance.
the way love had started getting buried underneath schedules and stress and silence neither of you knew how to fix properly.
he took another breath.
“but i still love you,” he said quietly. “stupidly. completely. in the terrifying way that makes every future i imagined still have you in it automatically.”
your eyes watered immediately.
nicholas felt his own vision blur.
“i don’t need everything to go back to normal tonight,” he continued softly. “i just… i need to know if there’s still something here worth fighting for.”
for a long moment, you said nothing.
then finally—
“you really hurt me.”
the words came out small.
not angry.
which somehow made them infinitely worse.
nicholas nodded instantly. “i know.”
“there were days i felt like i was begging you to notice me.”
his chest caved inward.
“i know.”
“you stopped talking to me when things got hard.”
“i know.”
your voice shook now despite your obvious attempts to steady it.
“and the worst part is i kept understanding why you were overwhelmed, so i felt guilty for being upset at all.”
nicholas closed his eyes briefly.
every sentence landed exactly where it deserved to.
you wiped at your face quickly, frustrated tears slipping out anyway.
“i hated missing you even while we were still together.”
that one nearly destroyed him.
nicholas looked at you helplessly.
then quietly—
“i hated myself for becoming someone who could make you feel alone.”
silence again.
but different this time.
softer.
you stared at him for a long moment like you were trying to decide whether trusting him again would heal you or ruin you completely.
nicholas let you.
he didn't rush to fill the silence.
didn't try to convince you.
didn't make promises he couldn't keep.
for the first time, he just stood there and let you see everything.
the fear.
the regret.
the hope.
all of it.
then he took a shaky breath.
“i don't know what happens after this,” he admitted quietly.
your eyes flickered.
“i don't know if you're ready to forgive me. i don't know if i deserve it.”
his throat tightened.
“but if there’s even the smallest chance... i'll do this right this time.”
the words came out rough.
honest.
“i'll show up.”
your expression faltered.
“every day if i have to.”
nicholas swallowed.
“because losing you made me realize something.”
his voice softened.
“you were never something i wanted to fit into my life.”
your eyes watered immediately.
“you’re the person i want to spend my life with.”
for a second neither of you moved.
then your gaze dropped suddenly toward his hands.
“nicholas?”
he blinked. “what?”
“you brought flowers?”
he looked down like he forgot he was holding them at all.
a laugh escaped you unexpectedly through your tears.
small.
watery.
real.
and nicholas swore his heart almost gave out on the spot.
“they were ej’s idea,” he admitted weakly.
you laughed again.
actually laughed this time.
god.
he missed that sound so much.
nicholas smiled before he could stop himself.
and seeing that seemed to affect you too, because your expression softened in a way he hadn’t seen in weeks.
carefully, uncertainly, you opened the door wider.
“…do you wanna come inside?”
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info. nicholas x reader. fluff. can be established relationship or friends to lovers.
description. nico and his habits towards you in your friendship / relationship. just nico being a cutie and a menace. a cute menace.
warnings. play fighting. physical touch.
listen to. love 119 by riize
accidentally tickling you + the need to keep doing it.
you know that clip of nico just touching the exposed skin through fuma’s ripped jeans? and fuma getting ticklish because of it and stopping nicholas’s hands, but nico’s hand keeps gravitating back to it? i feel like nico would do this with you. initially, it’s usually just him gently grazing the skin on your arm or neck or knees with his nails or fingertips. the moment you squirm away, something in nico’s brain tells him that he needs to keep touching that same spot unless you really tell him to stop (you usually don’t). he also squeezes your leg or thigh just to make you jump. and then commences the game of you trying to catch nico’s hands before they can touch you again but still playing along because of course you will. you always have.
playful attacks when you’re teasing him.
there’s a video of nico just like, fake tickle attacking gaku during one of the &audition episodes that i just saw recently and my first thought was just nicholas going for your waist whenever you tease him for something. you tease him a lot whenever you get the chance because he, of course, does the exact same to you. so it’s no surprise to you anymore when you just kind of quickly scoot away after teasing him because you know what’s coming, and sure enough, nico’s hands just shoot quickly towards your waist after you like, talk about an embarrassing moment he had.
it used to just be something he had to decide to do (he knew whatever you were saying was a joke so that was his choice to retaliate) but at some point it just became second nature for him to start wiggling his fingers towards your sides. is it because he’s just gotten used to it? or is it because his hands know his need to hear your laugh? you may never know. nico also finds joy when he just brings his hands relatively near you and your giggles just fall out of your laugh without him even touching you.
feeding you.
with nico looking as if he would be a tsundere, the way he holds out food to the members without looking is so characteristic of that. there’s a couple of clips of him feeding harua by just holding out ice cream or tanghulu to his mouth without even looking. something about that melts my heart because it’s like he wants people not to make a big deal but he’s just too caring for me to ignore.
nico does the same thing to you. just holding his drink up to your lips if he knows you like his drink better than your own. holding up food combinations he wants you to try (like when he fed harua the seaweed) and patiently waiting for your opinion. if you can’t decide which dish you want to order, he would order both and let you pick which one you would like better. and of course, cooking you sausage wherever and whenever you want.
poking your cheek + tapping your chin.
i’ve seen nico do this a lot to euijoo and taki (especially in the scent of you behind). it seems to be his way of teasing but with affection, because he had done it after reviewing their scenes in the mv. i think it’s his way of saying you did well, i’m proud of you, and i think you’re absolutely adorable, but i’m gonna do this little cat scratch thing because i’m too shy to actually tell you (so lino-coded i love this).
nico will just randomly tap underneath your chin or poke your cheek, usually when it comes to times when you’re being complimented or getting flustered. he thinks you’re adorable with the way you suddenly can’t make eye contact and can only let out a stuttering ‘thank you’ and so he just has the sudden urge to make it worse by doing the whole underside of the chin gentle tap with his fingertip or knuckle.
making random sounds to get your attention.
i’m sure we mostly all know about nico’s “ooh sexy joo” clip, and if you don’t, you’ll probably find out soon. but something tells me that the way he hypes up euijoo and the sounds he makes along with it translates to you as well. a lot of times, when he’s bored and you’re not paying attention to him he just starts making those ‘oooooo’ sounds that he was making during their photoshoot behind. it’s kind of difficult to ignore the fake ghost sounds your best friend is making but it’s come to the point that if he isn’t making these sounds when he wants your attention, then something’s wrong and he’s probably jealous of someone grabbing your attention instead of him.
it’s not rare for you to be trying to finish an assignment at your desk with nico just sprawled out on your bed, limbs hanging off the sides of your mattress. when he senses you’re almost done, nico starts to make these sounds or just starts to hum your favorite song unconsciously, reaching over to you to play with your free arm or your hair, hoping that it’ll help speed up your progress on your work. spoiler alert: it doesn’t, but you don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.
his tired clinginess in the morning.
just blank nico in the morning. tired baby will just go up to wherever you are, cooking, getting ready, brushing your teeth, whatever. he would just go up to you and cling close as he’s waking up, not with arms around you or anything but just standing with his chest pressed to the back of one of your shoulders as he watches what you’re doing, eyes unfocused and head slightly dipped towards you - he might not be a morning person but being around you makes it better.
sometimes you get surprised despite getting used to this habit because one moment, you’re in the kitchen pouring milk into your cereal. when your turn back from the fridge after putting the carton away, nico’s just standing silently behind you, not reacting to the little laugh you let out at your surprise like he usually would (he loves your laugh). instead, you simply take a spoon and drop it into your bowl as nicholas just brings his body close to yours and lightly presses his chest against your back. he watches you eat over your shoulder, simply opening his mouth when you bring up the spoon to it, and nuzzles his head into your neck as he chews, basking in the little pats you give to the side of his head and face.
hiding his face from or behind you.
as intimidating as our lovely boy can look, nico is just a shy baby when it comes to being teased or excessively complimented. you love how he gets when this happens and so sometimes you purposely praise him over and over again just to get him flustered. at these times, nicholas just hides his face from you so that you can only see his eyes (like in the ‘our diary - acrobatic’ video when k said it was his turn to do the last challenge and he hid his face behind the mats). the giggle that leaves your mouth only causes his heart to stir even more, and he tries his best not to giggle back as much as he feels like he needs to. he has a dark image to protect lol.
if someone else makes him shy and you’re near him, he goes immediately to take your arm and hide his face behind it with the cute high pitched nico laugh we love. more often, nico just steps behind you and plants half his face on your shoulder, again only leaving his eyes to be shown. euijoo had once said that nicholas one of the most important people in his life so casually, and the next moment, nicholas had already left your side and had his face hidden behind your shoulder. so cute.
⌕. author’s note ; did i disappear again? yes i did and i’m so sorry! i did have a lot of motivation to write over break but never had the time because of family plans, but! i am still working on current wips and starting to work on &team works! thank you for waiting!!
as always, please leave feedback and reblog with tags as it’s the most important thing when it comes to motivating writers on here! without feedback, i have less motivation to keep writing so pls pls pls do not just like and empty reblog! it gets very draining and unmotivating to see when that happens!
Could I request just a CRUMB of Nicholas fluff (or otherwise 🤭🤭) headcanons ? (Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls your other hcs are so amazing)
nicholas hcs i was waiting for this moment hehe
(also thank you pookie, this means the world ily!)
warning: just a tiny bit suggestive
nicholas who you met in one of your dance classes two years ago. his intimidating gaze always made you hesitate to approach him, but when you accidentally left your water bottle in the practice room once, he was quick to grab it and jog through half of the building just to give it back.
nicholas who shrugged the action off with his usual nonchalance at first, but couldn't help the little smile tugging at his lips when you didn't stop thanking him.
nicholas who you somehow bonded with, even if it was only for this one moment – but ever since then, you started talking more often whenever you had classes together.
nicholas who's not that much of a close friend but somehow he's close enough to talk to you, although he barely opens his mouth when it comes to other people.
nicholas who always wears that nonchalant, blank expression, his eyes practically piercing through the people he looks at – but for some reason, they start to soften just a little whenever his gaze lands on you.
nicholas who you see smiling only every now and then, but when you do, it's like he lights up the entire room.
nicholas who usually gets just a little annoyed by people as bubbly as you – but with you, he has to physically hold back from smiling.
nicholas who's usually the first to get in trouble, not for really bad things though. it's mostly him being late to class (cause let's be real, he just loves to sleep) or forgetting assignments.
nicholas who grants you just the hint of a smile when he shows up to class late again, walking right in on you trying to make up an excuse for him in front of your teacher.
nicholas who, after class, approaches your desk, sheepishly running his hand through his black, silky hair. "thank you for standing up for me," he says, one corner of his lip curling up into a lopsided smile. "you know... if you ever need something, hit me up," he adds, staying for just another second before turning his back and walking off.
nicholas who blinks at you in surprise when you actually ask him for help a few weeks later. he can't believe you're opening up to him about how you've been struggling with practice for a while now.
nicholas who listens attentively to your ramble about how you `just can't get some moves right' and feel 'completely stuck', still wondering why you ask him out of all people. sure, he knows he owes you, but he also knows he's by far not the best in class (or maybe he's just too self-critical).
nicholas who lets his thoughts wander just for a second, thinking you might have asked him cause you thought he was skilled, or maybe he was even somewhat special to you.
nicholas who panics at the thought, suddenly not knowing how to say yes and instead letting the words "why are you asking me?" slip.
nicholas who watches your eyebrows furrow when you reply, "i mean... if you don't want to, i can ask yudai. sorry for bothering."
nicholas who doesn't know if it's the possibility of him upsetting you or you asking yudai for help that immediately makes him change his mind (if he thinks about it a little longer, it's probably the second). he agrees to help, not only because he owes you but because the idea of you spending extra time with yudai makes his jaw tighten.
nicholas who, if he's honest, even hates the thought of you practicing with yudai instead of him. he hates only seeing you so much as chat with yudai during the breaks and how comfortable you seem around him. he doesn't really understand why it bothers him though – you're not even that close to yudai.
nicholas who stands behind you as you show him what you're struggling with. he keeps an appropriate distance between the two of you, standing just close enough for you to catch a hint of his cologne.
nicholas who tries to focus on critiquing your posture, but your movements and your concentrated expression (that he finds very cute) draw his attention. suddenly, the only thing he hears is the pounding of his own heartbeat.
nicholas who snaps out of his trance when you turn around to face him with a pout on your face. "you're not paying attention," you sulk.
nicholas who quickly makes up an excuse. after that, he watches your every move through the mirror, his voice low as he kindly points out what you're doing wrong.
nicholas who, when he helps you correct your movements, notices how his breath catches when your fingers accidentally brush his. he clears his throat, stepping back abruptly, but the way the tips of his ears turn just slightly red doesn't go unnoticed by you.
nicholas who can't fight back his smile when you try again and immediately show improvement. he nods approvingly before stepping closer again, his breath warm against your ear as he explains, "you're just a little stiff now, relax." his hands ghost over your shoulders and then down to your hips – barely even touching you but still sending a shiver down your spine.
nicholas whose fingers graze your waist as guides you through the movement again. his touch is soft and innocent, but enough to make your breath hitch (and definitely enough to make it hard to focus on anything but him).
nicholas who notices the catch in your breath and has to fight the urge to pull his hand bank. instead, he stays close, letting his hand rest on your waist to steady you as you go through the movement for the nth time.
nicholas who, as you continue practicing without his guidance, becomes more aware of every small detail; the way you bite your lip when concentrating, the little, frustrated huff when you mess up, even the way your hair falls over your shoulders and brushes against your neck.
nicholas who begins to feel increasingly distracted. he knows he's supposed to be helping, but something about you just makes his thoughts stray.
nicholas who notices how your eyes linger on him through the mirror – how you peak at him when you think he isn't looking. he catches it once, but he doesn't say anything.
nicholas who waits for you to pack your bag after practicing, leaning against the mirror with his arms crossed. you turn to thank him again, voice warm and genuine, but he just shrugs it off (although something about the way you speak to him so softly makes him look at you longer than he intended).
nicholas who mutters "see, you didn't need yudai to help you." he immediately looks away after saying it, annoyed at himself for letting his words slip.
nicholas whose ears turn red again when you laugh softly and call him out with a teasing, "what's that supposed to mean?"
nicholas who ignored your question and pretends to adjust the strap of his bag instead, before walking you to the door. he looks down to you, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his sweatpants when you ask how to thank him for helping you.
nicholas who replies, "you don't have to. we're even now," trying his hardest to sound as casual as possible, but the moment he sees the slightest flicker of disappointment on your face, he hesitates.
nicholas who, after a second of silence, tilts his head slightly, a small but sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "but if you insist..." he starts, taking a step closer. his eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to yours as he leans in just a tiny bit. "how about a kiss?" he asks softly.
nicholas who watches you carefully as you freeze and search his face for any sign that he's joking. he's unsure if he took it too far, about to take back what he said, when you step closer. you take a deep, shaky breath as your pulse is pounding in your ears before almost whispering, "if that's what you want..."
now it's nicholas who freezes for just a second. you tilt your head up, your lips brushing his softly. he leans into the kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup your face.
nicholas who feels his heart beating faster than ever before, the feeling of your lips so softly against his sending a jolt through him.
nicholas whose other hand finds your waist, pulling you a little closer while he bends down a bit more.
nicholas who takes a step forward and gently pushes your back against the door frame, his hand finding its way from your cheek to your neck to pull you impossibly closer as he tentatively lets his tongue glide over your bottom lip.
nicholas who's so unbelievably happy he finally gets to kiss you, finally gets to convey all the emotions he doesn't know how to express with words. <3
( 🥞 ) RELEASING . you’re cold, but he’s warm. so, what’s the solution for that on a cold, chilly morning?
( ෆ ) PAIRING . bf!nicholas x gn!reader
( 🥞 ) GENRE . fluff, established relationship
( ෆ ) WARNINGS . skinship, that’s all i believe ~~ WC 400+ !
( 🥞 ) ENDING . this was made for my bae @flwoie since we both r going insane over nicho rn !! i love him sm
The ringing of your alarm jolted you awake, the familiar sound startling you. You struggled to keep your eyes open, wrapped in a huge blanket. Rolling to the left side of the bed, you realized that Nicholas wasn’t in the room, only meaning he could be in the bathroom or making breakfast. But, the smell of the pancakes already answered your question, prompting you to get up from laying down.
Once you shrugged off the blanket, a chill immediately pricked your skin, making you try to rub your hands along your arms. It just had to be this cold today, but that’s always December for you. Swiftly making your way to the kitchen, you caught sight of the back of your boyfriend, cooking something up on the stove. If you were going to be completely honest, he looks super fine right now–when was he never hot?
"Hey," you greeted, sidling up next to him, trying to sneak a quick bite. "Morning," Nicholas responded, his tone suggesting a smile. He promptly fed you a piece, chuckling once you signaled your approval.
"How was your sleep?" Nicholas grabbed the eggs from the counter, cracking them onto the pan. You yawned, stretching your arms. "Pretty good. And you?"
“Not too bad."
Shifting the conversation, you said, "It's pretty cold—how are you in a short-sleeved shirt right now?" Nicholas glanced at his shirt, then back to yours. You were in a long-sleeved pajama set, still seemingly shivering from the cold.
"I've gotten used to it?" Nicholas chuckled softly, still stealing glances at you while you focused on preparing the two cups of coffee. "Are you cold?"
“Very,” The cold air continued to hit you despite the long layer over your arms. You continued to rub your hands, grabbing his attention. Sensing your discomfort, Nicholas, without a word, tenderly took your cold hands in his, the icy touch meeting his warm skin. He drew you closer, making you stand behind him. Surprising you with the sudden heat, a small smile graced his lips as he enveloped your arms around his waist.
Allowing his shirt to cover your hands, he used his free hand to rub yours, hoping it would just be enough for you. Your breath hitched at the unexpected but comforting warmth that radiated from Nicholas. Gradually, you relaxed under his touch, resting the side of your face against his back, staying put.
"You're such a flirt," you teased, hearing his laughter. "What? You're cold, and I'm warm – it's just warmth for two."
you were so lost in your own pleasure that you barely registered the sudden click! sound echoing in the room.
nico's hips slammed mercilessly into you, your face pressed against sheets. both of your wrists bound in his hand, his other having a bruising grip on your hip.
the stretch of him filled you completely, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"fuck." he groaned behind you, the sound vibrating through your back. "you feel so fucking good, baby." the wet squelching sounds of your pussy causing him to shut his eyes tight. hearing you was enough to get him on edge, but seeing you would make him finish on the spot.
you tried to bring a hand around your body to toy with your clit, but something restrained you. a harsh, cold metal bit into the skin of your wrists, confusion cutting in your mind.
"huh?" your breathing ragged as you turned your head as much as you could to look behind you.
he laughed when he felt your arms wiggling, unable to move much from the restraining cuffs. "what's wrong?" his hips slowed their pace, the hand that was holding on the center chains of the handcuffs shook them teasingly. "can't move?"
you whined, "I-, when did you take them out?" you felt him lean his upper body completely against you back, his mouth right beside you ear. the slow drag of his cock against your walls making your legs tremble.
"I put them on you a while ago, baby. you didn't feel them?" you whimpered at the feeling of his hips grinding against yours.
you needed more friction, you just needed more from him.
you shook your head at his words as he pressed a kiss to your earlobe, moving down to your shoulder. "aw, you got so dumb on the feeling of my cock, hm?" his mouth leaving cold wet trails of kisses along your back. "does it feel that good, baby?"
"yes, nico," you said, desperation and need lacing your voice, "I need you to move again, please, I was so close." your face on the mattress again as you tried your best to move your hips. going back and forth as much as you could, desperate for some movement.
his hands ran along your sides before going back to pull on the cheap metal chain again, the tug sending a fresh wave of arousal through you.
he pulled out enough for just the tip to stay inside you right before he slammed his hips right back in, setting a punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.
your body jerked from the constant push of his cock, each thrust of his hitting that perfect spot.
you could feel yourself getting close again, the fire in the pit of your stomach growing as you moaned shamelessly. you felt like you were dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets.
"don't stop, baby, please don't stop," you cried out, your shoulders burning in the most pleasurable way from having your hands restrained behind your back.
he never slowed his pace, pushing his thick cock into your pussy just to bring it back out. the relentless stimulation driving you crazy.
"never," he moaned, his breathing heavy and deep. "fuck, I'm close." he snaked a hand around your body to fondle your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he could see your hands fidgeting in the cuffs, causing a groan to escape him.
his hips began losing their steady rhythm.
"you gonna cum soon, baby?" he bit his lip, just barely preventing a whimper to leave him. "I need to feel you cum on my cock." he did his best to hold off his own orgasm, his core burning with need.
you nodded your head quickly, unable to get any words to escape your mouth before a loud moan crawled its way up and out your throat.
your body shaking and falling limp on the bed as your orgasm washed over you. your vision blurring as that addictive white hot pleasure coursed through your body. your pussy clenched around him, the warmth and tightness sending him over the edge as he gasped and groaned behind you.
he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cum shooting deep inside of you. his whole body tensing as he emptied himself inside of you, a string of praises and curses falling from his lips. his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he rode out his orgasm, his body shuddering against your back.
the two of you stayed like that for a moment, the only sounds in the room were those of your heavy, ragged breaths. the air thick with the mixed scent of sweat and sex.
the clicking of the cuffs cutting the silence, your hands fell free from their hold, tingling as blood circulated back into them.
he pulled out you slowly, dropping beside you as he pulled your body into his. "are you alright?" he asked, his voice now soft and low. his eyes softening as he took your hands into his.
red marks replacing the handcuffs, his fingers running over them softly.
"yeah, they sting a bit but we'll but cream on it." your hand going to rest on his face, your thumb stroking his jaw gently.
his eyes never met yours, too focused on the harsh redness sitting on your skin. a small frown made its way onto his face.
"i'm so sorry, y/n," his voice heavy with guilt, a deep sadness gnawing its way into his heart and mind.
you shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully. "we talked about them before, nico." your thumb shifting to drawing small circles on his cheek. "I knew this was going to happen, its fine. really."
he nodded his head hesitantly, wanting to believe you but the guilt of causing you this pain and not even thinking about it in the moment still sat within him.
"c'mon, let's take a shower." you said, slowly sitting up. "I want a massage from you afterwards, too."
he laughed gently at your remark, "anything for you." he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, following you.
✧ three weeks after the breakup, nicholas is barely holding himself together in the dorm. but when he finds the scrapbook you made for your anniversary, he’s forced to relive every moment you built together—and realize none of it ever really stopped mattering.
✧ part 1 | part 2
✧ nicholas x reader | exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, flashback-heavy, emotional breakup fic, idol/band au | wc: ~3.4k
✧ author’s note: wait i think i like writing angst… should i do a part 2??
✧ keep reading if you want to stay a while ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
the dorm felt too quiet without you.
not physically quiet—someone was always doing something. the tv in the living room played at low volume, one of the members was laughing somewhere down the hall, and footsteps passed every few minutes—but none of it reached him properly. everything sounded far away now, muffled behind the constant static in his head.
nicholas sat on the edge of his bed, staring at absolutely nothing.
three weeks.
three weeks since the breakup, and somehow everything still looked exactly the same while feeling completely ruined.
his phone buzzed beside him again.
he didn’t check it.
a knock sounded against the doorframe before it pushed open slightly.
“hey.”
ej leaned against the doorway, arms crossed loosely. his expression shifted almost immediately when he saw nicholas sitting there in the dark.
“you didn’t eat again?”
nicholas shrugged without looking up. “not hungry.”
“that’s what you said yesterday.”
“and the day before,” k added as he appeared behind ej, carrying a convenience store bag. “at this point it’s getting annoying.”
nicholas huffed a weak laugh through his nose, but it died quickly.
k stepped into the room anyway and tossed a drink onto the bed beside him. “you look terrible.”
“thanks.”
“you’re welcome.”
for a second, none of them said anything.
ej glanced around the room carefully, like he was trying to check how bad things had gotten without making it obvious. clothes half-folded. empty water bottles. a hoodie tossed over the lamp. the kind of mess that happens when someone stops caring little by little instead of all at once.
“have you talked to her?” ej asked carefully.
nicholas shook his head.
“did she text?”
another shake.
k sighed quietly and sat on the floor near the bed. “you’re seriously just gonna rot in here forever?”
“maybe.”
“that’s dramatic.”
“i’m literally heartbroken.”
“you’re also irritating.”
that got another tiny laugh out of him.
tiny. brief. gone again.
k and ej exchanged a look.
“come eat with us later,” ej said softly. “even if you don’t feel like talking.”
nicholas nodded vaguely, though all three of them knew it probably meant no.
the door clicked shut behind them after a few more minutes, leaving the room silent again.
too silent.
nicholas rubbed both hands over his face before finally forcing himself to move. he bent down beside the bed, reaching for his charger that had fallen between a stack of boxes.
that’s when he saw it.
a dark blue scrapbook tucked halfway underneath one of them.
his stomach dropped instantly.
no.
slowly, carefully, he pulled it out.
the edges were worn from being opened too many times. little stickers still clung crookedly to the cover, and in faded silver marker were the words:
“3 years with you ♡”
his chest physically hurt.
he swallowed hard and opened it anyway.
the first page was messy and overdecorated in the way you always liked—tiny notes in the corners, ticket stubs taped beside pictures, little arrows pointing to inside jokes only the two of you understood.
his thumb brushed over one photo.
a park bench at night.
both of you were mid-laugh, posed horribly off-center because you’d been running against a timer.
and suddenly—
—
“wait, wait, it’s counting!”
“i know it’s counting!”
“you pushed the button too early!”
“run faster then!”
nicholas nearly tripped over the curb trying to sprint back toward the bench while you were already doubled over laughing beside him.
the phone balanced dangerously against your drink cup on the pavement, timer flashing down.
3… 2…
he threw himself onto the bench dramatically at the last second, grabbing your shoulders to yank you into frame.
the picture snapped right as you both burst into laughter.
“oh my god,” you wheezed immediately, grabbing the phone. “you look insane.”
“you blinked!”
“because you elbowed me in the face!”
“that sounds like a you problem.”
you gasped in fake offense before shoving him hard enough to make him slide sideways on the bench.
the night air had been cold enough to turn your noses pink, but neither of you cared. you both stayed there for almost an hour taking increasingly worse timer photos.
one where he fell mid-run.
one where you laughed so hard you disappeared entirely from frame.
one blurry picture where he was kissing your cheek while you looked at the camera with wide, betrayed eyes.
“i’m putting this one in the scrapbook,” you announced proudly.
“delete that immediately.”
“never.”
“people will think i’m in love with you.”
you smiled then.
soft. easy. certain.
“you are.”
and god, he was.
—
nicholas blinked hard and looked away from the photo.
his chest tightened painfully.
he turned the page.
another picture.
this one quieter.
the two of you sitting on the floor of your apartment surrounded by half-finished takeout containers and fairy lights. you’d fallen asleep against his shoulder while he looked down at you with that unconscious softness people only have when they don’t realize they’re being watched.
his throat closed.
—
he flipped to another page.
this one was different.
a rooftop.
—
city lights stretching endlessly below you both, the night wind tugging at your hair and making the world feel like it belonged to only the two of you for a little while. you were wrapped in his jacket, sleeves swallowed past your hands, while he stood behind you pretending not to notice how you kept leaning back into him for warmth.
his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, firm in the way of something familiar. his chin rested lightly near your shoulder, and his hands stayed locked around you like they belonged there.
“you’re gonna get sick out here,” he muttered.
“you always say that when we’re here, and guess what? i never do,” you said, smiling a little as you nudged him playfully.
he scoffed, but still adjusted the jacket tighter around your waist without thinking.
you went quiet after a moment, resting your elbows on the edge of the roof and looking out over the city.
“it feels like everything’s so big from up here,” you said softly.
nicholas followed your gaze. “yeah.”
a pause.
then, quieter:
“but it doesn’t feel as scary.”
that made him look at you instead of the city.
you were smiling a little, not the loud kind this time. something steadier.
“you know,” you added, “i think if i ever feel lost, i’d still find my way back to you.”
his breath caught slightly at that.
“that’s a lot of pressure,” he said, trying to keep it light.
you turned toward him fully, the wind pushing your hair across your face.
“no,” you said simply. “it’s just where i want to end up.”
he didn’t answer right away.
he just looked at you like he was trying to memorize something he already knew he’d never forget.
then, quieter than everything else:
“i could do forever with you.”
you blinked at him, surprised by the honesty.
then you smiled—slow, certain, devastating in its softness.
“good,” you said. “because i already planned on it.”
—
nicholas shut the scrapbook suddenly.
too fast.
his breathing had gone uneven.
he stared at the cover for a long moment before pressing the heel of his hand hard against his eyes.
because the worst part wasn’t missing you.
it was knowing you had loved him that deeply once.
and somehow he still let things fall apart.
a knock sounded again before the door cracked open.
k peeked in first this time. “you alive?”
nicholas didn’t answer immediately.
ej appeared beside him—and both of them stopped when they noticed the scrapbook sitting in his lap.
the room went quiet.
“oh,” ej said softly.
nicholas looked down at it again.
at the stupid stickers.
the bent corners.
the memories you had carefully glued together because you thought you’d have forever to keep adding more.
something in him snapped into place all at once.
not painfully.
clearly.
he stood up so abruptly both ej and k startled.
“nicholas—?”
he shoved the scrapbook carefully back into its box before grabbing his jacket from the chair.
k blinked. “wait, where are you going?”
nicholas was already pulling on a hat, grabbing his keys off the desk.
ej stared at him for a second before realization slowly spread across his face.
and for the first time in weeks, nicholas actually looked awake.
terrified, maybe.
but awake.
he opened the bedroom door and finally said,
“i’m getting my person back.”
then he was gone before either of them could stop him.
