got your nails in my back just like a sharp knife
&team alpha!nicholas x fem!reader | 3.3k
in which reader gets lost at a halloween party and alpha nicholas can’t help but be drawn to her….
MDNI: this one is nsfl tbh, knot fucking, p in v, unprotected (DONT DO THIS), come eating, some dubious consent bc it’s abo duh, big dick!nicholas, stomach bulge, mating press, biting, mentions of blood
an: this is fanFICTION seriously don’t do anything reader did! i know yall would never be this goofy :) but theoretically if alpha nicholas found me … don’t save me i know where i am
what the fuck.
this is what you get for trying to break away from the group, lost in the woods slightly buzzed, and slowly but surely getting even further away from your friends. you swear you just heard howls as well, dressed as red riding hood. how ironic, you’ll probably get eaten alive.
having a halloween party in the woods was supposed to be a little spooky, it certainly wasn’t supposed to trigger your flight or fight. the campfire had long vanished from your field of view and you swore you’d kill your friends for ditching you. your friend and her situationship slipped away with you to explore but at some point they kept making out and you kept walking, in seemingly the opposite direction. this is what you got for being single.
a chill in the air made you wrap your costume cloak tighter, doing little to cover you as your mini dress cut off right under your ass. it felt like you were being watched, although there was no one around you, or any light besides the flashlight from your phone. the hairs on the back of your neck were rising, a chill raising bumps on your skin. there was a faint feeling that while you should be scared you were more excited than anything else. yeah you really must have zero survival instincts. “this is fucking ridiculous.” you muttered towards the ground, watching your step carefully. if you sprained your ankle you really would be fucked.
“you lost?” a deep rumble resounded near your ear, making you whip around, pointing your light in the face of your intruder. nicholas, a friend of a friend, he was ridiculously hot but in a way you stayed away from, as if you’d catch fire. you’d caught him staring at you a few times earlier but you just convinced yourself he wasn’t interested.
“what the fuck? were you following me?” as attractive as he was, you suddenly felt like prey walking into his trap and his nearly growl of a voice didn’t help your fear. nicholas didn’t know how to begin to explain why he could find you so easily, why your scent stained him and practically called for him. even your fear was addictive. as soon as he stepped out of his car he’d been hit by your pheromones, instantly attracted, it also didn’t hurt that you looked like his dream girl.
“uh no, your friends came back but you didn’t.” that part was true, he’d been itching for an excuse to talk to you. you’d been avoiding him all night, maybe he was staring too much, maybe his hunger was clear on his face.
“and you just found me?” suspicion was clear on your face, he could make it out easily, his heightened senses didn’t need to help with that.
“i’m lucky like that.” he cracked a smile and hoped his sharp teeth didn’t frighten you even more. you looked like a scared little bunny he was trying to catch.
“right.” you tucked your hair back, exposing your neck and making it increasingly difficult for him to act cool.
“listen you can stay here or you can follow me back, pretty girl.” the words from his heart shaped lips were a siren call, a simple endearment and you were falling into the palm of his hand. your gut told you to trust him, there was something familiar about him and you didn’t have a better alternative. if he tried to kill you you’d just have to launch your belongings at him and hope it slows him down enough. nicholas could almost feel the thoughts turning in your head.
“lead the way.” and so he did, he didn’t even have to look back to know you were close behind. your scent lingering in the air like a rope tied to him, as he walked the fear bled from the sweetness.
“what happened?” quiet, but in the silence of the forest you could hear him clearly.
“rory and jackson were too busy making out to notice i was gone.” his steps faltered at your words he was doing his best to calm down. otherwise your so called friend would get an earful when you got back.
“yikes, i noticed as soon as you left.”
“really?” even if it was just flirting and he didn’t mean it, the sentiment was sweet. you appreciated how he was trying to make you comfortable, make you feel less like an idiotic all too trusting girl.
“mm hmm, kinda hard not to.” you stepped next to him then, taking in his sharp features and thick lips. he was dangerously handsome and you were falling prey to all his charms.
“what are you supposed to be anyways?” the blazer and muted forest colors weren’t jumping out to you, in fact it seemed almost like a normal outfit if not too old fashioned.
“okay ouch i thought it was obvious. i’m remus lupin from harry potter.”
“wow okay very lowkey.” his lips curl into a smile, canines flashing in the moonlight and you wonder how they’d feel against your lips, your necks, lower. you should learn to control your thoughts.
“you know you were kinda asking to get bitten by a wolf looking like that.” you think you wouldn’t mind being bitten by him, although you know he’s just teasing you on your costume.
“tell me about it.” pulling the cloak tighter, nicholas stepped infinitesimally closer to you, hoping his endless warmth reached you.
“there’s still time,” the glint in his eyes was far more dangerous than anything else you’d seen tonight but you were drawn to him, that and the point of his teeth.
“right you’re a werewolf.” nicholas couldn’t help but laugh at that, this was all practically falling in his lap. the pair of you walked on, he knew there wasn’t much distance left, soon enough you heard the voices of your friends and saw the fire blazing.
“there’s the campfire.” but you didn’t want to go back, you’d enjoyed talking to him more, turning to him fully. he noticed your hesitance, the furrow of your brows and turned towards you with a questioning look. he’d been trying to find any excuse to spend more time with you, if you didn’t want to go then he didn’t either.
“i’m kinda mad.” oh nicholas understood that fully, he’d been fighting his rage since he set off for you. what kind of person abandons their friend in the middle of the woods? his protectiveness was already running rampant but this was just ridiculous for anyone to do.
“fuck em lets chill here.” you end up talking and laughing, sitting against a tree stump and leaning into his side, he’s warm and solid against you. he feels like solid muscle, biceps pressed against and drive you crazy. at some point he drapes his blazer over your exposed legs, you refuse at first.
“won’t you feel cold?” when he turns to you, face inches away you feel your face get hot. maybe his gaze was enough to keep you burning like a furnace. the low lidded gaze he fixes on you is enough to light a fire you imagine.
“i run hot.” that’s not all, nicholas feels like he’s ablaze at his jacket touching you. even if it’s just your lap seeing it on you makes his head swim, his scent against yours is dizzying.
“yeah you do.” the words slip out before you know it and you can’t help but giggle at your idiocy. there’s no shot you can blame it on any alcohol, that’d been burned off the second you got lost. fortunately he smiles along with you, shaking his head like you weren’t stating the obvious.
“careful, i might just bite” he warns you like you want anything else. the gaze he trains on you doesn’t scare you away now, instead it thrills you, challenging you to do something. and you do. before you can overthink it you lean forward and bridge the gap of inches, pressing your lips to his. his lips are just as soft as you imagined, plush and he smiles into the kiss he presses back. your doubt is quickly displaced as he pulls you closer, hand curling around your jaw and the kisses never end, your breath getting shallow. it’s so much more than you expected, it’s heat and passion and you try to remind yourself you just only met tonight. you’ve never wanted someone so badly, a nip at his lips makes him groan and you nearly jump at the sound. the sound illicits a primal hunger in you and you can’t afford to think, only do. you swing your leg across his lap, jacket draped over your lap still, not that it matters because nicholas is about to die feeling your ass press against him. he’s sure you can feel how rock hard he is, he has been for ages. the make out session only gets heavier now, especially with how big he feels between your thighs, if you press down he’ll be right against the gusset of your underwear. his hands wander, gripping at the skin that he can, cupping your breasts and ass and pulling you impossibly closer. he’s stronger than you realized and your hands struggle to grip his biceps. nicholas’s lips can’t help but trail along your neck, where your scent is the strongest and you feel yourself rock your hips at the featherlight touch.
“fuck we have to stop.” he groans out at the feeling, you’re still separated by fabric and he’s nearly ready to come already.
“oh—okay,” you pull back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
“no i want to, i like need to, but i might be too much,” pretty fingers brush back the hair creating on your face as you look down at him, his lips are swollen and you’re no better. the excuse is sweet, maybe you think, but you already have leaves sticking to your knees. you’re far past the point of caring.
“are you trying to say your dick is too big?” he laughs at your tone, has a guy said that to you before? this time it might be true as he twitches and you swear you’ll feel it tomorrow.
“fuck no, i’d make it fit anyways, just—“ your breath hitches, he can’t say that and expect you to back down.
“nicholas just fuck me, i’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much okay?” you doubt it would be, you were ready to take him on the forest floor, for fuck’s sake. his eyes glaze over at the challenge—at your bratty tone—he can’t back down either. before you can blink you’re on your back, your head cushioned by his forearm, your hair mingling with the crunchy fall leaves, that all doesn’t matter, your view is distracting enough. nicholas leans over you, pressing a kiss down as your thighs spread to accommodate him further, as he pushes into your space, the fabric of his pants all too thick for you.
“off…please.” you remember your manners at some point as you try not to lose your mind, his grin stretches and he can’t help but give in. to be fair he’s waited his whole life for you.
“pretty girl, so impatient.” the teasing makes your eyes prick with need, he unbuttons his pants enough to slip through, pulling back to drag your panties off. you’re practically kicking them off. “fuckkk i wanna see you but it’s too risky.” his vision is better than yours and everyone else’s, that much he knows, but the very notion someone else might see you is a risk he can’t take.
“n—next time.” your breath catches in your throat as his tip presses against you, decidedly uncovered not that you care by this point, it’s just… way bigger than you imagined. wide and leaking and you don’t even know how big he actually is because it’s hard to see. all you know is that it’s gonna hurt to walk tomorrow. nicholas nearly sees stars as he presses against your soaking tiny hole.
“is that right?” teasing—even now—and you can’t remember what you said, your mouth is watering. the small intrusion of him against you is making you clench on nothing, practically dripping by now.
“nicho.” the way you say his nickname, unknowingly and filled with desperation and that bratty tone that’s making him insane has him pushing into you, your body jolts and arches into him. a stretch like you’ve never experienced and a thick vein scrapes along your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. a silent cry leaves your pretty lips and he swallows the pain, deft fingers rubbing at your swollen clit to ease himself in. “s’too—fuck—big”
“you can take it.” you can, you have to, you feel like you’ll die if you don’t. as painful as it is, it feels right, you’re not gonna back down now, you want all of him. and god he really hopes you don’t give up because you feel like silk, choking him and driving him crazy with every small clench around his head.
“more.” it’s all he needs to hear to slowly shove into you, your walls are resisting but he’s patient, coaxing you into submission, the pain fading as your body adjusts, well does its best to adjust. his cock spears through you, knocking against your cervix and your stomach bulges to accommodate him, he can see it.
when you finally breathe normally and nod against the crook of his neck he pulls back and slams back into you, thick balls slapping against your cunt. the air is knocked out of your lungs from every squelch and shove, it’s like he’s molding you to him every thrust, your body still unused to him. and by this point you’re not even sure you can think straight, babbling and crying from pleasure, his cock rutting into you haphazardly, but yet it feels so good. every vein, every kiss of his tip along your walls, drives you further into insanity. you’re dripping onto him, coating his balls and the base of him with a sick ring of filth. not that he minds, nicholas isn’t even sure he’s on this planet, you’re taking him like you’re made for him, clawing at his shoulders and his mouth waters to claim you.
you come around him embarrassingly fast, and he can’t help but snicker at your spasming frame. no one’s fucked you like this, that much is clear. but he doesn’t slow down, he fucks your orgasm through you, making you thrash and shake as you gush onto him. he’s close too but he’ll never come before you do…twice.
that’s how you’re coming again, this time your knees are over his shoulders, tits pushed up for him to nip at as he grinds down into you, overstimulating and mind numbing pleasure wracks your body.
the thick balls that press against you are unmoving and you’re starting to wonder if he’s truly different from every other man, are they so thick they don’t bounce? what you don’t know is that nicholas is fighting every primal fiber in his body not to shove his engorged knot into you.
“wh—what is that?” nicholas is too pussy drunk to answer, you’re clenching around him as he finally gives up, coming inside you and flooding your insides. there’s so much cum it’s spilling out of your cunt and you whine as he pulls out, dripping out of you. nicholas sees the mess you’re making and he doesn’t hesitate to clean it up. your legs stay over his shoulders as he slips down your chest, lapping at your hole and making you flinch from the stimulation. you’re still coming down from your orgasm when you feels his thick tongue dive into you and suck all of your mixed come out. it’s filthy and needy and you’re starting to fall in love. he’s quite literally cleaning you out and you’re moaning at the way his tongue flicks against your clit. ever since your makeout he’s been able to smell your sweet scent and he needed to have a taste. when it’s just you gushing onto his tongue, he’s in heaven.
“taste so sweet,” and when his nose bumps against you and you hear him moan from your taste, you come again. his tongue is relentless, slurping and sucking all you give and tears stream down your face. your makeup must be irreconcilable. nicholas kisses your cunt once more before his lips find yours, letting you taste yourself. the swirl of his saliva with your spend is addictive and when you can feel him still hard between your legs you shove at his hips, back to how you began. this time you can take him yourself, sinking down on him slowly.
his hands grab at your waist, pulling your chest flush against his where he lays and his teeth scrape against your collarbone, your neck, leaving small bites along your skin. you ride him slowly, the new position makes him feel even deeper and his hand drifts to the bulge under your skin, pushing against it and making your walls clench tighter. “doing so good baby,” he sounds wrecked, a growl of a compliment spurs you on. as your confidence grows your hips slam up and down more, his bites getting reckless, his knot knocking against your cunt like a tease. “hah i’m close.” nicholas doesn’t know how much more he can take, your pussy keeps dripping onto his knot, teasing it and trying to fit him without knowing. the scrapes of teeth turn into laps of his tongue and groans of frustration, you know what he wants, somehow, you know. you also know that the thick bulge in his cock would feel amazing inside you, your cunt struggling to take it.
“bite me big boy.” as if a spell is broken, nicholas snaps.
“fuckkkk” his knot shoves into you as he clamps down, making you scream in pleasure. a flood of euphoria makes your brain fracture, the pain you should be feeling is replaced by giddiness. and then you’re filled with the overwhelming urge to bite him back and make him yours. so you give in, you mirror his action, biting his own neck. nicholas growls into you, pulling back and lapping at the bite, twisting his hips to throw you onto your back, his knot is stuck, pumping you full of cum. you might get pregnant but you don’t care, you feel like you just took drugs and ran a marathon at once, pure joy thrumming through your veins. nicholas can’t understand why you knew to bite him back but he’s wearing a matching dopey grin as you when you pull back from his neck, kissing at your blood stained lips. his knot deflates not long after, having served its purpose, and when he pulls out you wince at the flood of come gushing down. at least the forest floor is dealing with it.
he pulls you into his arms, so you don’t have to lie on said floor and kisses the crown of your head. you’re both catching your breath and coming back to reality. whatever happens between you two wasn’t just a casual hook up, that much you knew.
“should’ve taken you out first, are you free tomorrow?” nicholas is doing this all wrong, ideally he’d be a gentleman and walk you through his…lifestyle. but you’re already his mate whether you know it or not.
“hmm ‘won’t be able to walk, how about the day after?” you mumble into his chest, you could stay in his arms forever. the comforting scent of his skin soothes your nerves, there’s no doubt in your mind you’ll both be together.
“i could visit you,” nicholas probably deserves the shove at his chest. you can feel him still half hard under you and you’re part scared and excited by how insatiable he is.
“i’ll never stop being sore.” it’s not a bad problem to have, especially when he’s looking down at you like you hung the stars.
“you’ll get used to it, angel.”
an: this one was so nasty i’m sorry but also back to life cb!! i just had to finish this in time and i will be back to edit it :D