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[phoenix-0801]

Oh God There’s Two of Them

Pairings: Stray Kids (separate) x [Gender Neutral] Reader ft. their roommate

Summary: When you and your boyfriend are as equally weird as each other and equally as good at confusing and annoying his roommate

Word count: 4.6K (including bonus)

Tags/warnings: Humour, fluff, gender neutral use of 'girl' in Bangchans section, mentions of food, drink and eating, swearing, talks of illness and death in Changbins section, people getting annoyed and yelling, mentions of getting hurt, Felix gets left out and lowkey has an identity crisis, jokes about death, mentions of infertility, mentions of poor parenting, slight suggestiveness (minor sex joke not around members in Seungmins section, jokes about Minho giving reader a foot rub and reader and Jeongin discussing celebrities they find attractive)

A/n: In Seungmin's section, reader and Seungmin talk in pig latin throughout. There is a bonus at the end where I translate what I wrote (I was going to translate it so everything that was in pig latin is now in English and everything that was in English is now in pig latin but I don't have the energy for that) but if you want to translate it yourself or learn how to speak pig latin: what you do is you take the first letter of a word and put it on the end, adding an 'ay' to it. So Hello = Ellohay. If there is a vowel at the start of a word, I just add 'way' to the end of it (apparently you ca add 'yay' but I never have so apologies if this is wrong) So Okay = Okayway.

Also in Felix's section I mention Final Fantasy 7, I do play but I have not finished yet so please no spoilers and please enjoy reading <3

Bangchan (ft. Jeongin):

"Girl." You announce, walking into the living room of Bangchan and Jeongin's shared dorm. Bangchan was sat on the sofa, his laptop on his lap, but the moment you burst into the the room, causing the door to bang and your opener for 'I have tea', he immediately looks up.

"Girl?" he replies, gently closing his laptop and placing it on the coffee table.

"Girl. Girl you gotta guess what."

"Girl, what?"

"Girl, Guess who's getting married for the 7th time."

"7th time!?" Bangchan exclaims. You smile to yourself as you watch the cogs turn in his head. "Who do we know that…" He suddenly gasps and looks at you. "NO."

"Girl…" You raise your eyebrows and pull a face that says it all "Girl, I know."

"Your Uncle Jack?"

"Yep."

"GIRL."

"GIRL." You echo back as he stands from the sofa, pacing like it's his own uncle.

"Girl, How long was he married to the last one?" he turns to you and you just scoff.

"Girl, what, like, 2 months."

"Is that a record?"

"For shortest?"

"Girl, no." He laughs at the suggestion "I know that the shortest was 2 hours." That was a fun wedding, they got married and then in his speech at the reception, cause he insisted he had a speech, he got the woman's name wrong 4 times. "I was asking if it was the longest."

"The longest was a year."

"Girl, what?" You just shrug as he looks at you jaw open.

"Well she was concussed for half of it but, I mean, girl, I'm still surprised it lasted the other half."

"Anyway, girly, did we get an invite." He has one hand on his hip as he talks to you, fully getting into whatever persona he adopts when it's gossip time.

"Of course, I'm only his favourite cousin." You smile at him and he looks at you confused.

"… He's… your uncle?"

"Girl, he don't got to know that." You both laughed in unity.

"Do you think he's going to say the wrong name again?"

"Girl, my family already got a Bingo card going for what he's going to do to fuck this up."

"GIRL." Bangchan says laughing out loud

"GIRL."

"GIRL."

"GIRL."

"GIRL."

"WHY DO YOU TWO KEEP YELLING GIRL?"

You and Chan both turn to see Jeongin standing in the hallway, face a mixture of confusion and annoyance of the constant echoing back and fourth.

"You wouldn't get it." You say looking at him as if he's a criminal for walking around in his own home, disrupting yours and Chan's gossip time.

"Yeah. You're not a girls girl." Chan says, echoing your look.

"Bang Chan hyung… " Jeongin takes a deep breath in before gesturing a hand at him "YOU'RE NOT A GIRL."

"Yeah but I'm one of the girls." He says pouting ever so slightly, leading to you rubbing his arm.

"Yes you are, girl." You comment supportively, causing him to smile at you and repress a laugh, only leading to you trying to repress a laugh as well. "Yes you are."

"What on earth- How does one even become a girls girl? Just annoyingly gossip all day?" Jeongin waves his arms about as if to emphasise his confusion for you.

"Only about scumbags. For example, my womanising Uncle Jack who is getting married for the 7th time-"

"I DON'T CARE." Jeongin yells, his arms in the air as he turns to go back to go to his room, repeating 'I don't care' as he keeps walking until he reaches his room and slams the door shut.

You and Chan look at each other for a beat, smiling before you hear Jeongin's door swing open again.

"WAIT, HOW MANY TIMES?"

Minho (ft. Han):

You regretted everything. You finally agreed to do a run with Minho at about 3am. You finally returned at 5am, your feet sore and exhausted, your throat dry and screaming. You felt like death. You knew you weren't being dramatic as well as Minho beside you was out of breath as well.

"Water." You rasp out, faking a cough to try and make it seem worse, leading him to smile at you. "I need water."

"You go get us waters-"

"HEY I-"

"And I'll run us a bath." He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, daring you to find a problem with that, leading to you making a 'humph' noise.

"Fine." You say pouting as if you're actually annoyed. He pushes himself off the wall, patting you on a back as he goes. "But I expect a foot rub-"

"Don't push your luck." He says as he closes the bathroom door behind him, leaving you smiling.

You head into the kitchen, and in the need to have instant hydration, you turn the tap on and slurp the water straight from it. You're only like that for about 60 seconds before Minho comes in, but instead of your brain going to the logical thing that it was just your lovely boyfriend Lee Minho looking for something, your brain jumped to the conclusion that this was an unknown entity that you had the right to be scared of.

"Hey have you seen the ma-"

"AH!" You scream, jumping away from the tap from the sudden shock of him arriving.

"AH!" He screams back, your scream shocking him.

"AH!" You scream again, his scream shocking you again.

"AH!" He screams again, even though he wasn't scared this time. His lipped twitched up into a slight grin as he stares at you, almost testing. You smile back.

"AH!" You scream for no reason.

"AH!" He screams back, once again, for no reason.

"AH!"

"AH!"

"AH!"

"AH!"

You both stop. Stare at each other grinning, and at the exact same time take in a big inhale and scream together in synchrony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-"

You hear a door down the hall burst open, slamming against the wall next to it. You both stop screaming to look down to see what's happening.

Han Jisung emerges from his room. Hair messy, in his pyjamas, standing with tense shoulders and his breathing heavy.

"WHY. ARE WE SCREAMING. AT 5. IN THE FUCKING. MORNING.'

He looks at the both of you through his matted hair, standing like the girl from the ring if she had a hair cut.

You and Minho look at each other, both of you getting the exact same glint in your eyes and the exact same twitch of your lips as you turn back to Jisung.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"SHUT UP." Jisung yells as he slams his bedroom door shut behind him, leaving you and Minho laughing so hard you have to grip onto a surface to stop yourselves falling over, tears in your eyes and your stomach hurting so bad you forgot about the pain in your feet.

"I'm gonna ask I.N. if we can swap roommates tomorrow." You hear Han groan from his room "AND TURN OFF THAT KITCHEN TAP. IT'S WASTE OF WATER."

Changbin (ft. Hyunjin):

The kitchen was completely silent this morning. No music playing. No loud chatter. Just you and Changbin, two adults, going through their morning routine, in silence. Except that wasn't normal for you two.

Hyunjin eventually walks in, stretching from his sleep, but immediately freezes in the doorway. He looks at you both, sat quietly next to each other at the kitchen table, eating your cereal, no noise beyond the scrape of your spoons against the bowl.

"Morning?" He said it like a question, as if he just saw a new creature walk into his house and sit down on the sofa.

You and Changbin both look up at Hyunjin. You smile politely, Changbin nods his head, then you both look down again. Hyunjin stays stood in the doorway, dead still from the shock of it all.

Beside you, you can hear Changbin try to repress a laugh, quiet enough that Hyunjin doesn't hear it but loud enough that it causes you to nearly laugh yourself. You tap his foot under the table, trying to tell him to shut up which only makes him want to laugh more.

"Are… are you both sick?" Hyunjin finally asks. "Is it bad? Is it contagious? Are… are you both dying what…?"

You're able to repress your laughter enough to look up at him with a straight face, furrowing your eyebrows as if in question whilst Changbin has to stare at his cereal to stop himself from laughing, knowing the moment he looks at Hyunjin, he'll break and you'll follow.

"Well something is clearly wrong." Hyunjin was looking at you now with pure fear in his eyes, genuine fear that you two were going through something. "Changbin is the loudest person I know and you only make him happier, therefore, louder. Every morning you're here is insane because there's speakers blasting newjeans, you're both singing along loudly and laughing, someone somehow drops something, and even if there isn't music playing it's still like a bloody circus so you two must be seriously ill and we must not have long left so please just tell-"

Changbin lost it then, snorting loudly before bending over and having to hold his stomach from laughter, his giggles echoing around the kitchen, causing you to lose it too, head thrown back in a fit of giggles, also echoing around the room and going straight to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin stood there with a furrowed brow for a second before going completely deadpan. "… you two were messing with me weren't you."

Changbin nods as his laughs start become coughs from the intensity of it. Hyunjin sighs and although the corner of his mouth turns upward ever so slightly, he walks into the kitchen and grabs his breakfast before turning around to leave, choosing not to entertain you two any further.

You and Changbin keep laughing together, the kitchen now being filled with that usual, lovely sound and energy the two of you bring when together. Eventually you both calm down ever so slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes and you turn to him.

"I make you happier?"

Hyunjin (ft. Changbin):

"I'm home." Changbin calls out, receiving the usual two 'wassup's he's used to by now. He had a long, busy day with the rest of 3RACHA in the studio, working on an upcoming track, and he was looking forward to just lying down and finally having a moment of calm-

"What on earth are you two doing?"

He walks into the living room to see Hyunjin sat on the coffee table, you standing on it, balancing many objects on his head. There was a few books, then there were CD's and now you were putting on dungeons and dragons dice. You look over at Changbin and give him a warm smile whilst Hyunjin is the most still he has been in his whole life.

"We're balancing things on Hyunjin's head."

"Yeah, okay," Changbin said, realising he asked the wrong question. "Why?"

"They put the book on my head as a joke, expecting me to immediately drop it but when it stayed we started adding other things."

Changbin both felt his question both was and was not answered at the same time. However, instead of questioning further or just leaving you two to it, he decided to sit down in the nearby armchair. It doesn't take a genius to know where this is going to go, yet he still wanted to see how it would happen.

After you finishing placing down the dice you look at the small pile of things behind you. "Right, should I add another two books, a plushie, a cherry on top and then take a picture?"

"Yes." Hyunjin replied, as if someone just asked him if he took sugar in his coffee. Changbin watched patiently, smiling to himself as you tried to carefully balance two more books on top of the dice. To the surprise of everyone but you two it seems, the growing tower somehow holds. However, the moment you try to put the unicorn plushie, Changbin had no idea they owned, on top, the tower started to tilt before completely losing itself and falling onto the floor. It thankfully didn't hit anything on its way down but there was no one giant heap of books, CDs (that were probably now broken) and dice. You and Hyunjin both stare at the mess you made, the plushie still in your hand, before both turning to Changbin, who was sat with a smile on his face.

"Now," He starts, like he's talking to children, "What did we learn?"

You and Hyunjin look at each other.

"… That we should probably leave the dice until the end. I think that messed with the balance somehow." Hyunjin said and you nodded in complete agreement.

Changbin sighed but smiled at the two of you as he stood.

"I'll be in my room if you two need me." You both say bye to him and before Changbin disappears he hears you say to Hyunjin in the living room.

"My turn now!"

Han (ft. Minho):

Han asked you what you always wanted to do since you were a kid. You replied water fight in the house. He replied same. You two then looked at each other.

That is why you are now running around the house, water gun in hand, water balloon bucket on the table, giggling your heads off as water splashes the both of you and the walls of Han's place.

You're currently using the sofa as your cover and he's using the dining room table, which is annoying for you because that means he has access to the water balloons and you don't.

You peak your head up ever so slightly, just to see him do the same, and you both immediately fire your water gun at each other. You hit him square in the forehead, causing him to reproach back slightly, whilst he somehow hits you straight in the eye, leading to you letting out a slight cry of pain.

"Oh, crap." He immediately scrambles up and straight towards you, "baby, you okay?" he gently grabs the hand you used to cover the eye so he could get a better look at it.

You blink your eye repeatedly until the water feels like it's eventually cleared. The impact was mainly on your eyelid, and the water guns didn't really hurt that much so only a few drops got into your eye really and it thankfully didn't hurt that bad. You look up at his worried face and you smile at him. "Yeah, I'm alright. You alright?"

He immediately relaxes and nods. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Good." You shoot him with water then, right in his stomach and he immediately giggles.

You chase each other back into the kitchen, and that's when the water balloons come in handy.

He immediately grabs one and throws it at you, but it falls flat and hits your feet; still, you giggle from the sudden cold. You then grab a water balloon yourself and throw it at him, hitting him square in the shoulder causing him to giggle as well.

He grabs another one as Minho walks in the door behind you, earphones in and looking at something on his phone. You duck so the water balloon goes right over you and you watch in horror as you see who it's about to hit.

The balloon hits Minho square on the head. He steps backwards from the shock of the sudden attack and the cold water. He looks up: he sees the two of you completely soaked, the water guns and bucket of water balloons and sees his kitchen and living room drenched in water. He looks at the both of you as Han moves to stand next to you and hold your hand, knowing your both as scared for the scolding as each other.

The silence lasts way too long for anyone to be comfortable, Minho just staring at you both with the occasional blink as he slowly takes his earphones out.

"Minho I-" Han starts, but Minho raises his hand to silence him.

"You have 30 minutes to clean this all up." He simply says, and after a beat he turns and leaves without any elaboration.

You and Han look at each other and immediately run to go grab some towels.

Felix (ft. Seungmin):

You and Felix were going to spend the day out together. You'd both had breakfast and Felix was getting both of your packed lunches ready as you were getting washed and dressed.

Felix turns and smiles at you as you walk back in.

"Hey, so the train is leaving in about an hour, it'll take about 20 minutes for you to drive us to the station so I say we leave in-"

You interrupt him. With incoherent high pitched noises. He turns around, and you repeat yourself and he just smiles and repeats the noises himself, talking to each other like animal crossing characters.

He makes the animal crossing noise, pointing to an apple and you response likewise, picking it up and heading over to the cutting board to cut it into slices like you understood him perfectly.

You guys yap away to each other in the high pitched animal crossing voice, as he keeps making your sandwiches and you keep cutting the apple.

"Oh god not again." You hear from the doorway as Seungmin walks in, likely to get himself some breakfast.

You and Felix both smile and immediately keep talking like animal crossing characters only louder this time.

Seungmin sits down at the table with his head in his hands. "God I thought you were both over this, it's 6:30 in the morning, can't you save this for-" he gives up finishing his sentence as he hears that neither of you two are listening, still yapping away to each other.

"This is worse than that time you guys decided you could only talk in song. Or that time you dressed up as Sephiroth and Aerith and walked around one behind the other."

You hand Felix the apple slices and he puts them in your lunch boxes, closing the lids and putting them in a tote bag, neither of you stopping.

"I'm so glad you're both going out."

You and Felix then both stop your yapping, causing Seungmin to look up only to discover that your both on either side of him and quickly tackling him in a group hug, causing him to let out his own 'ah' noise.

You and Felix then both make an animal crossing noise that sounds like a goodbye as Seungmin just waves you out, never more thankful to see you two leave.

You and Felix laugh away at yourselves as you head to your car.

"What times the train again?" You ask him, finally talking normally now.

"In an hour." He replies and you both pause.

"… we left way to early, didn't we?"

"Yep."

"… shall we go back-"

"Nah." Felix says, patting your back and opening the drivers door for you "funnier this way."

Seungmin (ft. Felix):

"Eungminsay?"

"Esyay?"

"Hereway areway hetay eatay agsbay?"

"Inway hetay eftlay upboardcay."

"Okayway, hanktay ouyay."

"Onay orriesway."

"Hyway asway itway ovedmay?"

"Did they change Korean whilst I was sleeping, what on earth are you two saying?" Felix finally looks up from his Nintendo switch and just stares between you two as you grab three mugs to make them all tea and Seungmin reads quietly on the sofa.

You and Seungmin found out that you both knew pig Latin and anytime your bored you guys just yap away to each other in it, unfortunately for Felix, today he is around when you two are bored.

"Iway asway askingway hereway hetay eatay agsbay ereway."

"Eway ovedmay hemtay otay akemay oomray orfay hattay offeecay ouyay ikelay."

"Awwwway." You say smiling at Seungmin as he looks up from his book to smile back at you. "Hattay isway osay weetsay."

Felix looks between the both of you, eyes wide and terrified. "Were you guys replaced by aliens in your sleep? What language are you speaking?"

"Igpay atinlay."

Felix looked at you and blinked. "Iggy paid Atin to get laid? Is that what you just said?"

"Onay." Seungmin said, returning to his book whilst Felix stared at him.

"On a what?"

"Ehay oesday otnay nowkay" You say as you put on the kettle for your teas. Seungmin lets out a slight chuckle and Felix keeps looking back and fourth between you two.

"Did… did they change English whilst I was sleeping?" He looks at his ahnds like they'll hold the answers.

"Onay." You say putting the teabags in your mugs.

"ON A WHAT?"

You and Seungmin can't help but laugh, feeling a bit bad for Felix but there's something about rage baiting him like this that is just too funny. He eventually gives up asking questions and with a defeated sigh, goes back to his Nintendo switch.

"Erehay isway ouryay eatay Elixfay." You say to him as you put his tea in front of him.

"Thanks." He just replies, like he suddenly understands you now (he does not).

"Erehay isway ouryay eatay Eungminsay." You smile at him and he smiles back as you place his tea in front of him.

"Hankstay ovelay." Seungmin says as he pulls you down ever so slightly to give you a quick kiss as a thanks.

"I'm going to die here." Felix groans

You eventually return with your own tea and settle against Seungmins side, him lifting an arm so you can rest against him as he keeps reading.

"Felix, do you want to play mariokart?" Felix looks up at you, as if surprised for a second that you're now suddenly speaking english again but then brushes it off.

"Yeah sure."

Jeongin (ft. Bangchan):

"Okay so… he stole the beans and the witch then made him infertile? Why didn't he tell his wife?"

"It wasn't him, it was his dad." You say, sat in Jeongin's lap, his hand resting on your knee and the popcorn bowl resting on your thighs.

"Okay… but why didn't he tell his wife?"

"He didn't know, his dad never told him and I doubt his dad told his wife."

"Scumbag."

"I know right. Absolute twat."

There's a moment of silence, only interrupted by the movie - 'Into the woods' - playing and the two of you munching on popcorn.

"Meryl Streep is really good in this" Jeongin suddenly says again.

"I know right, and pretty, like this is meant to be her ugly witch form so like, her beautiful witch form is top tier." Jeongin chuckles at your comment.

"She's phenomenal in acting." He adds as he takes a bite of popcorn himself.

"Literally. I feel like I wouldn't survive seeing her, like, I'd just melt." You say shoving a bunch of popcorn in your mouth, still staring at the screen like you're actually paying attention.

"You know another actor who I also really like? JK Simmons." Jeongin says and you finally turn to look at him with a gasp.

"Oh my god, same."

"Really?" He smiles like he wasn't the one who brought it up.

"Yeah. I remember watching 'Whiplash' and although I hate his character with all the power of my being he was really, really good at playing him."

"Literally though."

"Also, and this is probably weird, but he was kind of attractive in-"

Your both cut off by the pause of the TV and turn to see Chan, holding the remote, staring at you both before looking at the floor, hints of fury in his eyes.

"DO YOU TWO KNOW HOW TO BE QUIET AND WATCH A FILM?" He says, looking at the both of you as yours and Jeongin's face remains unchanged in each others arms.

"We put the subtitles on for you-"

"That's not- no, I'm not struggling to hear, you two are just making it hard to pay attention to the movie with your constant chatting."

"Well it's not like it's a cinema." Jeongin shrugs, still eating popcorn.

"No but it's still a movie and I'm still trying to watch it." Chan sounds exasperated as he feels this is something that he doesn't need to explain.

"Yeah. We're trying to watch it too." You ass on, keeping your voice monotone but also feeling like this is something that doesn't need to be explained.

"How? You're too busy talking, there is no way you know what is going on right now."

"Okay, let's but it to a democracy." Jeongin says, raising his hands as if calling for calm. "Raise your hand if you want there to be silence." Only Chan raises his hand as the three of you look at each other. "Now raise your hand if you're fine with talking." You and Jeongin raise your hands as Chan lowers his and just sighs.

"You guys are so…" He lets his sentence trail off as he presses play again.

There is a moment of silence before Jeongin talks again.

"I have a feeling Meryl Streep and Emily Blunt are going to hard carry this film."

"Yeah, I get that."

"Can I have some popcorn please?" Chan asks as you smile at him and pass him the bowl, Jeongin's hands resting on your waist to help steady you as you lean over to Chan.Despite himself, Chan can't help but smile back as he grabs a handful of the popcorn.

Bonus (Seungmin's section translation):

"Seungmin?"

"Yes?"

"Where are the tea bags?"

"In the left cupboard."

"Okay, thank you."

"No worries."

"Why was it moved?"

"Did they change Korean whilst I was sleeping, what on earth are you two saying?" Felix finally looks up from his Nintendo switch and just stares between you two as you grab three mugs to make them all tea and Seungmin reads quietly on the sofa.

You and Seungmin found out that you both knew pig Latin and anytime your bored you guys just yap away to each other in it, unfortunately for Felix, today he is around when you two are bored.

"I was asking where the the tea bags were."

"We moved them to make room for that coffee you like."

"Awwww." You say smiling at Seungmin as he looks up from his book to smile back at you. "That is so sweet."

Felix looks between the both of you, eyes wide and terrified. "Were you guys replaced by aliens in your sleep? What language are you speaking?"

"Pig Latin."

Felix looked at you and blinked. "Iggy paid Atin to get laid? Is that what you just said?"

"No." Seungmin said, returning to his book whilst Felix stared at him.

"On a what?"

"He does not know." You say as you put on the kettle for your teas. Seungmin lets out a slight chuckle and Felix keeps looking back and fourth between you two.

"Did… did they change English whilst I was sleeping?" He looks at his ahnds like they'll hold the answers.

"No." You say putting the teabags in your mugs.

"ON A WHAT?"

You and Seungmin can't help but laugh, feeling a bit bad for Felix but there's something about rage baiting him like this that is just too funny. He eventually gives up asking questions and with a defeated sigh, goes back to his Nintendo switch.

"Here is your tea Felix." You say to him as you put his tea in front of him.

"Thanks." He just replies, like he suddenly understands you now (he does not).

"Here is your tea Seungmin." You smile at him and he smiles back as you place his tea in front of him.

"Thanks love." Seungmin says as he pulls you down ever so slightly to give you a quick kiss as a thanks.

"I'm going to die here." Felix groans

You eventually return with your own tea and settle against Seungmins side, him lifting an arm so you can rest against him as he keeps reading.

"Felix, do you want to play mariokart?" Felix looks up at you, as if surprised for a second that you're now suddenly speaking english again but then brushes it off.

"Yeah sure."

[keepwritingcuca]

domestic strangers - part 6

pairing: OT8!skz (platonic) x f!reader; idol!minho x f!reader; idol!jisung (platonic) x reader

genre: romance, comedy, chaos

warning: swearing

ss: 17

summary: han, as usual, has a big mouth. minho gets exposed, and yet is still in denial.

a/n: still not certain on how long this series is going to be. buuut already got the train rolling for the next ones. maybe once this one is over i'll do a poll to see which one you'll want first.

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permanent taglist: @lilyxii, @clairementsolo, @wedontknowherorhimorthem, @niku0704, @cherryladyy

domestic strangers taglist: @annaiaweirdokid, @ihrtlix, @sugarcoathan, @mariahxrrera, @1-aria-1, @mrsminseochoi

skz taglist: @fatbitchgeek-blog, @danielle143, @daughterofprofit96, @fan-of-a-lot-things

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— 'there's a spider!' with bf!skz

pairing: ot8!skz, bf!skz x fem!reader tags: slightly suggestive, use of pet names, swearing, general chaos all around, mentions of eating + drinking, mentions of insects (duh)... are spiders an insect?? i don't think so lmao

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Ი𐑼˚. BE QUIET

pairing.. ⋆˙⟡ bratty sub!jisung x dom!f reader

summary ⋆˙⟡ han was feeling needy when you picked him up from dance practice..

warnings ⋆˙⟡ SMUT, f/m,praise kink,gagging on fingers,unprotected sex (don’t do!) , public sex , pet names (baby,hannie,jagiya,good boy) ,bratty han, lmk if i missed anything!

authors note! ⋆˙⟡ ugh everytime i see this man i wanna dominate him

you spot han after roughly 10 minutes of waiting in the car park.his hair looks disheveled,his features completely softened and pouty.he opens the car door,slamming it shut behind him.

“what’s your problem?” , you ask,gaining an annoyed glare as a response. “oh,okay then.” , you mumble,voice dripping with sarcasm

han whines,annoyed you dont know what he wants,i mean this brat is a bitch right now

“i need you so bad,right now,” he huffed. your eyes widened,glancing out the windows

“now? we’re in public hannie,” you spurt out. jisung whimpers,jutting out his fat bottom lip. you sigh,not knowing how to escape his pleas.

han practically climbs onto you,his hard-on pressing against your arm.

you sigh, “han if we’re doing this in the car let’s atleast go to the back.”

you both slide to the back seat ,your lips crashing together as he grinds against your thigh.you break from the kiss,gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and yanking them down alongside his boxers.

you strip your clothes off,your panties drenched with precum.han tries to pull you onto him,but you refuse.

“woah,be patient hannie.” , you say,making sure it was clear,.

“but.. jagiya pleasee!” , the boy wailed , pleading for your touch. it was pathetic,really, yet you enjoyed the sight.

you spit in your palm,your hand wrapping around his dick.han’s eyes roll back,his hips bucking up.you barely touched him but he was so responsive.

you pulled your hand away,starting to cradle his hips instead.you sink down,then up,then down again.it sounded filthy.he thrusts up into you desperately,whimpers spurring out of his lips.

“o-oh my god,feels s-so good..” he whispers,his hands roaming around your body.you kiss his neck,sucking hard to leave marks.he moans loudly into your ear,completely forgetting the fact your in a car.

you shove two fingers into his mouth,silencing him.his whimpers sound muffled as he gags , but it does the job by keeping him silent.

“good boyy hanniee!” , you praise,turning him on more.

suddenly,you stop moving and you remove your fingers from his mouth.han whines,confused.

“work for it baby,” you purr into his ear.jisung stares at you for a moment before he lazily penetrates your soaping cunt.he pouts,expecting you give in and do it for him instead ; but when he sees that you still don’t move,he grips your hips,his tip kissing your cervix with each movement.

he speeds up,pounding into you.his thighs tremble slightly,still feeling like jelly because of dance practice.

“ja-holy shit! im gonna cum,p-please can i !?” , he begged,chasing his release.

you give a nod of approval,hot,thick ropes painting your insides relentlessly as his cock twitched.

“thank you,thank you so much..” , he stammers repeatedly as you peel yourself off him.

you grab your panties and shorts,pullling them back on then slipping into the front seat of the car.han’s quick to follow after you,dragging on his boxers and sweatpants.

“i love you baby,” he muttered

“i love you more.”

[dedlexte]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀王奕翔 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ Water Under the Bridge ☆

ᯓ WHEREIN : you were never meant to meet another soul on this bridge you made your own—yet that reality was long broken. (wc; 6.5k)

ᯓ CONTAINS : Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Family pressure, Kissing, Em-dashes and semicolons, university au, self-doubt, f!reader, etc.

ᯓ A/N : This one is for the eldest daughters out there!!! my &team debut and my writing-this-much debut too, a whole lotta love was poured into this fic I hope that love is reciprocated <3 anyways #spreadchalantnicoagenda

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Legs hanging down the railing-less brick bridge between a small river hidden within the forest, just barely touching the water. It’s stone sun-dried, and it’s cracks hugging the ever-growing moss. weathered by time and rain, and ivy snakes up one of the pillars like a sleeping serpent. Letting the wind dance through your hair and unnoticeably dangling your feet. The sun was warm enough to let the fall wind not freeze you to death since you accidentally left your coat unattended—now hanging against your bedroom door.

You let the charcoal from your pencil drag across your little hot-pressed sketchbook, line by line appearing without thinking as the birds chirp echoing between leaves of each tree surrounding this little “safe area” you go to every time everything feels a little too heavy to bear. And slowly, a picture of what was left unsaid reveals itself on your canvas, as the rampant thoughts in your head start to cool down a little. What was then a paragraph of discarded sentences, now just appearing as tiny glimpses of words that's no longer yelling at you. 

Maybe in some way, bottling them up would be a better way to deal with it than to manifest it to the physical world. Even if your fists yell at you to throw them against the wall, even if the door whispers to you to push it forcibly, even if vocal chords fight its way to scream your heart out. It’s better to just let your legs run to this place. Where the water remains serene and quiet no matter what happens in its world. And where no one would be there waiting for you to watch you as you steady your breath.

You let your head tilt back for a minute, resting your eyes and letting the breeze fly through you.

Until the trees shook more than it usually does. You hear a few branches crack as a sound of muttering curses gets louder and louder—and a dark-haired boy emerges out of the dense woods, seemingly furious about something. Fists clenched, hair messy, sleeves rolled up. He threw his bag that spitted out documents and multiple scribbled in loose leafs. You could hear him muttering in mandarin under his breath from a mile away in your spot, before he throws a nasty punch at a tree next to him. He closes his eyes, deep in frustration—before he sighed to the ground. 

It’s odd. You weren't scared. You weren't startled by the fact that a person just bruised his knuckles fighting a tree trunk. You were startled by the fact that somebody also goes to this place, or at least happens to stumble across it. 

He took a minute to breath by himself, hands on his hips. He opened his eyes towards the bridge only to see… somebody? You—a girl and her sketchbook by the river. His eyes widened, it was obvious he was certain nobody was there. “I– I’m sorry I didn't… wasn’t… expecting anyone to be here,” he explained, "I didn't realize anybody else would go here.” 

A beat. 

“Me neither,” you locked eyes with him before looking back down to your sketchbook. It was clear you wanted him to let out all of the things he ought to let out, so you didn't want to bother him further. Everybody deserves a time for themselves; to unwind the cork of a bottle full of intense emotions they wouldn't dare show anyone—but you were intrigued. You’re here almost five days a week, even more sometimes. Yet you never stumble across another person—not him. So naturally, you glanced back up at him. 

He was staring. Not the creepy kind despite how sharp his eyes were, but every wrinkle of expression in his face says confusion. Now suddenly what he initially wanted to let out wasn't there anymore—dissipated into something else he didn't know what to name. 

You gestured to him, patting a spot beside you—telling him there's a place to sit down if he wants to, as you looked back down and closed your sketchbook to watch the water again. 

With hesitation, he walked towards the other end of the bridge, and sat down. Legs crossed, breath heavy, and jaws clenched. He took another breath trying to slow himself down. “Sorry I’m not usually like this,” his voice barely audible. “I know,” you replied with your eyes still watching every curve the water waved. “...if you want to talk about it,” you tilted your head so it gestured ‘go for it’, “and if you don’t that's fine too,” 

Another beat.

“Do you come here often?” he asked after almost five minutes of silence.

“Too often,” 

“Yeah?,” he chuckled, "I only go here to… you know,”

You nodded in understanding, “funny how we've never met before,” you finally looked at him over your shoulders. And again he chuckled under his breath, "I think the water under the bridge had seen me at my worst state,” he let out another heavy breath. His eyes meet yours, and for some reason your heart did something inside you, something you wouldn't dare name either.  “Nicholas. By the way.” 

“y/n,” you smiled.

You knew you shouldn't say anything, not to someone when they're vulnerable at least. But there's just something about the way he smiled ever so slightly beneath all that anger, the way the sun glowed faintly on his skin, the way he sat down next to you and started to align his breathing with yours. Something so inviting about seeing a person with a broken shell—a shell which you've never seen before. Before you could stop yourself: “You know… I go here every so often when I get reminded of how numb everything feels,” he looks at you, “when… things gets too much too often, you just dont… feel much anymore,” your heart starts beating a little faster—you're finally saying how you actually function to someone—that's not something that happens every day. “You don't feel a lot but there's going to be a lot of things running through your mind, you know?” you continued, “a lot of… things not to say.”

You fidgeted around the hem of your clothes. The words started rampaging in your mind again ‘you shouldn't be saying so much’ ‘you spoke too much’ ‘You–’ 

“Then I guess the water under us is actually just a big cup of chamomile tea,” he blurted, you raise your eyebrow at him, “what?” 

“You know, It has like- calming properties,” that earned a laugh from you, he laughed back with you, now both of your legs dangle just above the water surface, “I guess,” you chuckled.

As the sun started to show its orange hues, the conversation started to flow. All the right things said at the right time, and all the right jokes aimed at the right person. You forgot how heartwarming it is to finally talk to a person again. Really talking this time, not just a small talk or a chit-chat with your friends. But an honest talk straight from your beating heart. The one that earned cheek-hurting-smiles and an endless amount of open ended curiosity that had a small consensus between the two of you. Oh how you’ve longed for this.

Seconds blurred into hours as the sun winked its last shine. “I think it's a good time to go home now,” Nicholas pointed his gaze at the stars, you nodded. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

If anyone could get past ‘too much’, then it's you. Every other day you’d feel the rush to go back onto the bridge before you blow up and mess things up for other people, so the bridge called your name again.

But there's this small part of you—a tiny one, hoping he’ll show up again. This spark of light in a dark room wants him to show up again. The bridge no longer serves the purpose of accompanying you when you're numb anymore; you hope the bridge could make you feel again. 

So you show up everyday of the week. Every Sunday afternoon turned into every afternoon. You lost count of the times you’ve gone back without a real aim, without knowing what you’ll do there but wait. Every afternoon you sit back there again, letting your back lean against a tree while your legs rested on the cold stone hard surface. You watched the sunset dip its last bow over and over again. Another day, the leaves were trembling more than it should, noises coming out of the forest, branches breaking upon weight—it was just a squirrel. I'm not being pathetic, am I?

This feeling of hope is your only string to keep going, a slight chance it might ignite something in you again. So you go there everyday now, waiting—longing. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a month. Yet there is still not one sign another person would emerge out of the forest and introduce themselves—definitely not Nicholas. Another small part of you is happy that he no longer felt the need to go back here, a place where his only aim was to break apart–wait–maybe he was no longer comfortable going there again after seeing you. That can’t be, right? 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

There he was. Once again standing on the very same spot he sat down next to you a month ago. His breath heavy, his eyes dark, but they were looking at you: peacefully sound asleep beneath the shade the tree provided, with a book clutched loosely in your arms, leaning reliantly on its trunk. “You’re here,” he whispered.

Nicholas stepped closer to another tree just merely inches from yours, sitting down and leaning against it. You looked so at peace with the world in your head playing whatever dream it’s projecting to you right now, how the sunshine that was peeking through the leaves hits your face like glitter, it's so… serene. And just like that, Nicholas had his eyes shut in front of you, finally resting from his world—to yours.

Hours passed before you were about to wake up and leave—after confirming nobody was coming. You opened your heavy eyelids expecting yet another feeling of hope dissipating, only to find the same boy in front of you… sleeping. The sun was awake, yet both of you managed to fall asleep as if the sun was already under a blanket, leaving no light to shine through. Your heart skipped a beat finally. Not moving an inch, you just watched him and his shoulders rhythmically dropping down and breathing in. Leaving was no longer an action in your to-do list, the moment was too much of a waste to not savor. 

“You’re staring,” Nicholas mumbled, his eyes still dropped shut. You jumped ever so slightly against the bark of your tree, “God- you scared me,” he opened his eyes to look at you. And that’s when you realize just how dark his eyes were. Not dark like your daily shot of espresso, but dark in a way where it’s storing pools of ink, the glimmer of obsidian, like the forest midnight and the reflection of every firefly telling a different story. He obviously noticed yours too, steady and unblinking, how beautifully abstract every time the sunrays hit them, yet no matter how much it tries to shine light to it, the night sky seemed to take over within the irises. So hypnotizing that when he resides to look at them, he finally knows what it means to stargaze. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, “we meet again.” 

“Seems so,” you smiled,

“What are you reading?” 

“Oh um- this?”

“No i meant my palms that you were previously reading—yes y/n the book,” a cheeky grin slowly creeps up his face,

You nudged his knees with your shoes, “well, nosy it’s just something that was given to me when I was younger.” He grabbed the book from your hands to take a look at it, “Hey!” you yelped, “who gives ‘The odyssey’ to a child? Did you even understand the 9 letter long words in here?!” Nicholas flipped over the pages, each page revealing a new doodle, an underlined word with question marks under it, and multiple ink bleeds from God knows what. “Okay you can stop now,” you take it back from him.

You both laughed together again for the second time, a soft heat settled across his face when he heard your laugh. But your eyes suddenly drop to his knuckles again, fresh bruises now covering the old one. An instant later, “Do you wanna get coffee?” he asked.

Now you're both walking and cutting through the forestation towards a small cafe not far from where the two of you just were. Side by side on a sidewalk meant for two, your eyes wander around from your feet, to him, and back to the pebble beach and it’s lake that stretches until you can only see the horizon and the trees reflecting on it—funny how the shore seemed to always keeps company its body of water, regardless of where you are and which shore you're on—they will always belong together. 

Belong. to be in the right place, to be owned by someone, or to feel connected to something. You know you shouldnt feel like you dont belong under the roof over your head you call home. Atleast there is a roof to keep raindrops from piercing your skull and fall off the tips of your hair, atleast it keeps you alive, right? But being someone everybody in the house relied on—to be the very glue holding everything and everyone together—who are you supposed to rely on?

No matter how much you’ve done and how many sacrifices you made for your family, it never felt enough to catch a glimpse of recognition. No matter how much you've achieved, it has never felt like it was enough for anyone–for you. 

Sure, there was never any direct pressure for you to be perfect. But there is a certain whisper. A whisper of how much you should be able to achieve to not break this disheveling amount of trust. So ask yourself this; where do you actually belong? Certai–

“You okay?” Nico snapped you back from your head, you nod. “Hm. If i recall correctly, you brought a sketchbook last time we met,” he pointed out. You shot a smile at him, “What about it?” both of you slowed your paces, “so you draw a lot?” 

Only when you're stuck in inertia, “yeah i do,”

“Can I see ‘em?” 

Not one soul had seen your drawings—not in that sketchbook atleast, “well i didnt have them on me right now do I?” the corners of your mouth lifted after he replied with a small laugh, “alright we’re here.”

A small family-owned cafe, small mosaic windows embezzling each wall protected and shaded by the yellow and white striped canopies. “After you,” Nicholas stretched his arm to open the door for you. The bell chirped a small ding as you entered and nodded a thank you. The two of you ordered your drinks at the front counter and sat down at a two-seater table. 

It was unsurprisingly easy to talk to him, every word you utter to him felt light and easy; you didn't have to try to think of a response before you talk. While the world around you kept going, talking to somebody made you feel… grounded—like you're actually living again—all lingering responsibilities just hide behind your eyes inside the corner of a cupboard inside your brain.

Time seems to stretch far beyond the bounds of a clock hand. And the conversation just flows so naturally for both of you to lose track of time, and for the apples of your cheeks to hurt just a little more than what you’re used to.

While on the other hand, he felt a sense of safety when he’s around you. A sense of safety he only realized when you were both exchanging words and when you were smiling ear to ear, giggling at all the stupid miserably attempted jokes he gushed. He knew from the first day he met you, connecting puzzles of assumptions created from a small glimpse of his life to build a perception—like other people do—was not a thing you do. The moment he took a sip of his coffee, his guard completely melted once he knew he could trust you even if you didnt say anything to him. He looked up from his cup, there was something warm inside of him. Something warm cradling his face. “Are you not gonna drink that?”

Nicholas pointed at your barely drunk cup of latte, “Oh I will, I love coffee.” you blinked, “no i don’t, i don’t know why i always order coffee when I've never been that fond of them.”

The now lukewarm coffee of yours swiveled around as you spun the cup around before putting it back down, “I think I just like the idea of getting it—to fit in.” His arm folded at your sudden confession, “Holding a book and now ordering coffee for the novelty of it — just how performative can you get?” he joked. The both of you continued another hour on a rotation of significantly different topics—i mean seriously, the range is insane—the sun still shining through the windows.

Nicholas thought about something for a little bit, his eyes looking straight at the table without an inch of movement on his face, “here,” he handed you the receipt. You eyebrows furrowed, “you… want me to pay for yours?” you asked puzzled on why in the world would he give you a receipt all of a sudden? But before you could question him further, he handed you yet another item: a pen.

“Whip up something,” he requested. 

“Demanding,” you teased,

“Hey can’t a guy be interested in someone’s hobby,”

“Nico why are you so eager to see my drawings anyway, it’s not like i painted the mona lisa,”

“Okay first of all,” he held up a finger, “you don’t diss yourself like that — and second, I'm somewhat of an art kid myself,” you lifted your eyebrows in response. “Kind of in school for it.” He flared his rings, all silver and nudging eachother.

Well you did what he asked for, just not particularly in front of him for him to notice. You took his pen and receipt in your hands, hiding them behind your now cold coffee cup. You continued your conversation while drawing doodles on his receipt. A conversation in which you finally get more than just a sliver of what his life looked like. Wrong is one way to put it.

Wrong in ways he couldn't digest what he feels. Wrong in ways he attempts to hide behind jokes. Wrong in a way where the world shouldn't treat someone who wouldn't harm a bug like that. Wrong in ways he never had the opportunity to show others that he—a human being—could be vulnerable too.

Along with you, Nicholas stepped out of the vanilla scented café. The air smelled faintly of salt water and wet leaves, while the ocean waves sang its song. 

A soft contrast, you swear the whole cafe could hear both of your laughters as you were talking, yet each footsteps stomped a different note that you now could listen to due to how quiet the walk was. It was comfortable. Warm.

You stop for a second — so did he. Looking through the pockets of yours, you rummaged through to try and find something. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as you finally gave him the receipt back; now crumpled and doodled. 

Where the prices were written, the letters and numbers were now covered in ink; ink that takes shapes as a small flower bouquet, an anatomically accurate heart, a cat sound-asleep, a pair of eyes, and a miniaturized version of your haven within the heart of the forest. A haven you memorize every crack in. A haven where you met Nicholas.

His mouth slightly agape, a sharp exhale laughed out of it, “this is-” he flipped the receipt around, “...is that- is that me?”

A sketch of a boy smiling, eyes tired—but a grin worth to admire. Just enough joy and content captured in ballpoint ink. 

You nod.

Awestrucked—words were the last thing he could come up with. “So?” you didn't return the silence, but he still remained word-less. 

To be recognized. To be seen. To be captured. Three mundane things that couldn't seem to be make it's way as often as it should. His gazed melted, he knew he told you to draw, but the idea of him being drawn never crossed his mind. The idea of being recognized, seen, and captured never crosses his mind. It wasn't purely because of your drawing, it was also because of your decision to draw him.

“Yeah right, I'm never drawing near you ever again,”

“wait wait no- it's- it's lovely,” 

“That's narcissistic, no?” you point at your drawing of him he was holding in his hands, he looked back at you in disagreement, face clearly saying that's not what he meant. 

“I'm joking,”

“I'm serious,” he said while continuing to walk with you, “they're amazing,” he continued. You thank him. “ever considered letting people see this? like a display or something,” he rambled.

Warmth climbed up your neck and reached your face in one rush, “You know that had never crossed my mind,” you tilt your head, “and besides I don't think I have the time–” 

“Hey I can hook you up if you're down,” Nicholas interrupted, “I have a friend who's having a stand at a convention in a few weeks I think.” 

“Woah, you don't have to-”

“but I want to,” 

“Nicholas. I really don't have the time, once I get home from uni, I have to take care of the house. I mean- dinner doesn't just appear out of nowhere, and the house sure does not clean itself.”

“then do it at my place,”

Silence. “You have siblings right?” his question was answered with your hesitant yes. “Then let them take care of their house too.” You hate it. You hate that he was right. But you knew how much they rely on you—you couldn't just let it go. “Ill think about it,” you muttered, “thanks though.”

You went back home that night and did your daily routine. You cooked dinner, cleaned the place up, got yelled at for not being the perfect daughter, and did your college assignments in your room with a dim-lit lamp accompanying you. But there was this lingering whisper of what Nicholas said that same day, it's their house too—why are you the only one expected to take care of it? Why are you the only one expected to balance between your life and theirs as if yours didn't exist? Now the numbers on your notebook started to blur, the answer to an equation left unfinished—to understand nothing—not just the printed words with a question mark ending them, but also what your life had become. 

The next day you were back at the bridge, sitting down with groceries and your school bag next to you, you stare down at your shoes by the water. 

Your body slumped, losing its stiff posture as a slow smile crept up your face when you saw Nicholas crouching down to sit next to you, with space barely enough to keep your shoulders from bumping into each other. You turn your head to look at him, only to be met with two cups held in his hands, “got this for ya,” he lured one cup to you. The cup’s sleeve had different colors, and a different design, and a different… logo? 

“It’s matcha,” he said as you took the cup from his hands, your fingers softly grazing his. “did you go to different places to get these?” you blow through the cup, “well you said you didn't like coffee last time,” he gestured at his cup.

“I did?”

“You did,”

“You could've just gone to one place—you didn't have to walk to two-”

“They don't sell non-coffee options apart from water,”

“You could've bought matcha for two,”

“Don't like matcha,” he shrugged, “they're green.”

That earned another laugh from you, “you're ridiculous,” you took a small sip through your smile. “Thankyou,” your voice small, almost like a confession. 

You blew gently on your matcha to cool it before taking a sip, the earthy sweetness soothing against the quiet chill in the air. The cup warmed your fingers as you stared ahead at the darkening treeline. He watched you for a second; the way your nose wrinkled slightly at the warmth—before speaking. "Your hair’s longer," he said suddenly, voice low and even.

An observation dropped into space between you like a pebble into still water. You blinked. "Yeah… I haven’t cut it in months."

He hummed a soft sound and lifted his coffee again without looking away from you entirely. After another pause, "Looks good." Simple as that. No flowery words or anything, just honest and quiet-like him. 

The two of you talked a little more—a lot more. Sip after sip, The forest breathes around you, quiet rustles of leaves stirring without wind — maybe an animal passing far off. 

He searched his bag for a small notepad of his, stickers fully covering every crevice of the cover, and passed it to you along with the same pen he gave to you at the cafe a few days back. 

“We've hung out a bunch, figured it might be nice to have your phone number.” 

You took the notepad and pen from his hands, and a page opened itself as if it was waiting to be. And between the two pages, a receipt sat beneath it—decorated by your drawings. 

“Oh- you kept it?” you asked, not expecting him to still keep it around after that day. He blinked at that—surprised maybe? “Who wouldn't?” He shrugged one shoulder, coffee cup tilting slightly as he did, “makes a nice bookmark.”

Warmth bloomed somewhere inside of you—soft, sudden, like cherry blossoms blooming beneath moonlight; the first real spring after a long winter. “I guess,” you chuckled, giving the notepad back to him — your number now etched in its pages.

For a second there was nothing but birds chirping faintly somewhere deep in the woods, just imagination filling silence that feels safe because you're here with him. Then, “Wanna walk back together? It’ll be dark soon.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

The seasons had come and gone on that stone bridge. Autumn brought crisp air and amber leaves drifting over water below. Winter painted everything in hushed white silence. Spring returned with sudden greenery bursting through cracks in moss-covered stones.  

 — and every time, they were there; you and Nicholas.

You don’t talk every day. But when you do? It's this. Same stone railing. He would bring the same drinks; your matcha never changes, his coffee varies by mood. You've memorized each other’s rhythms; the way you chew your lip when stressed about deadlines, how he slouches more when exams drain him. You notice the wounds on his knuckles starting to turn bronze and pale as it fades away when he flips over pages of notes you two would discuss and help each other, despite how different your majors were.

You were sharp—a terrifyingly good student—but lately? Your shoulders carried more weight than just exams. Something behind you was messy: family dinners full of tension you never brought up here. Late-night calls from parents checking every single little thing you do for the family.

But here, on this bridge — It felt safe. Like nothing else mattered except the steam rising from your cup, and him beside you making stupid jokes to lighten things without even knowing how much you needed it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

The clock on his nightstand read 2:47 AM. Darkness pressed against the windows, no streetlights, no passing cars, just the quiet hush of a city asleep. His bedroom was cold, he hadn’t bothered turning on the heater. The blanket was tangled around his legs from tossing too much.

He stared at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. Thoughts spun like gears in a machine that wouldn't shut off.

Mostly it was you filling up space in his mind.

That laugh you had—soft but bright—as if joy came naturally to you despite how hard it must've been sometimes. The way your voice dropped lower when you got serious about studying, about yourself, about home. How focused your eyes became when reading, and how they’d glance up at him every now and then during your nonverbal study sessions like checking if he was still there.

A sigh slipped out into silence. Until his phone woke up with a ding: 

> Is the offer still up? > Your friend's art display > I know it's too late to ask but 

He stared at your messages with a wide smile plastered across his face like a celebration full of triumph. 

And there you are, buying a brand new canvas, charcoal, paintbrushes, fixatives—just everything you've been wanting to buy for quite a while now. Nicholas could only shake his head in endearment watching you go through five different shelves over and over again, and he would still be by your side even if it means you're going to spend the rest of your life in that store.

Doesn't matter if the sun was blinking its first rays at dawn, or if the owls were hooting you goodnight. As long as everybody in your house was asleep, anybody who would stumble upon your room would find you slouching over your canvas, headphones jacked in, concentrated and immobile. 

The day eventually came. The gallery was quiet. Sofft lighting, polished floors, the kind of hush that makes every step feel deliberate. White walls displayed art in neat rows: paintings, digital prints,  and tucked toward the back of his friends’ pieces — yours stood there.

No longer just sketches scribbled in margins or hurried doodles from the bridge—but real, finished pieces. Carefully framed charcoal studies of a peek into how you see the world. A delicate monochrome portrait of someone’s tired eyes filled with unspoken stories.

People wandered slowly between exhibits. Some pausing to look closer at your work. A couple murmured something appreciative nearby.

And there he was.

Standing slightly apart from the crowd. Not pushing anyone toward you, but attentively just watching it all unfold with this quiet intensity burning behind his calm face. Pride didn’t spill out loud or flashy on him—but it glowed. In how straight he held himself beside one wall where another tiny piece stood. The ones you’d made especially after agreeing to this show. Because yes, he had gently nudged you into creating more. And who are you to say no?

He hadn't told anyone “she's my friend,” or anything sentimental like that, but you could tell how much joy and pride he felt knowing that you were indeed—his friend.

She looked so happy. 

Peeking through your peripheral vision, your eyes accidentally locked onto his. You walked slowly towards him, hands behind your back. There was a sweet silence—a conversation made from exchanging smiles. And there was this soft laugh he loved hearing, “...thankyou” you confessed, crossing your legs. 

He nodded you're welcome. The nod didn't speak out the kind of words where he's taking his credits where it's due, not the kind to state ‘I know', but a subtle nod that spoke how it's a no-brainer—how much you deserved it.

Safe to say, the day went well. And you went home with eyes gleaming.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

Two weeks have passed since you last met him. Nicholas dropping you off at your house after the art exhibition. He became restless; he'd bite his dry lips to oblivion during lectures, fiddling the edge of his note books every late night study session. At his apartment, every song reminds him of you. During classes where he'd design something on a mannequin, how he wishes it was you he was making garments for. 

You hadn’t texted much lately. No calls either after that one awkward evening where the voices of your parents spilled over into your call with Nicholas before cutting off abruptly without explanation.

He couldn't name exactly what he was feeling. If it was love, why is it bringing him so much anxiousness? so many questions that led to no answers? and why is it that you hadn't said anything to him after that day?

One night he stayed up, phone by his side, do-not-disturbed turned off even if the clock ticked midnight, thinking you might text. His jaws tensed, contemplating a decision of whether or not he should go to the bridge and try to find you, or at least something that tells him you're still there.

That decision took less than one minute.

He took his jackets and turned on his car, rushing his way to the bridge. Maybe what he's feeling wasn't exactly love. He had his fingertips turning pale as he grips the steering wheel, his heartbeat pumping like a metronome—he was scared. He was scared of losing the person who had been there when nobody else could. Right at that bridge. He was scared of losing you.

He emerged from the forests, droplets of water from the rain, falling from the trees, waiting for him. You weren't there.

Another week had passed, a week full of Nicholas visiting the bridge every day of the week—even if it's just for one minute. He would text you every now and then, checking in:

> How's your day? > Wanna meet at the bridge tmrw? > Tough week? > How are you? please text me back > y/n?

Still, you were a ghost. A ghost of memories lingering at the back of his mind—until he saw you sitting by the railings again. Eyes barely open, breathing controlled, just… staring at your reflection. 

The sky was sleepy. A shaky smile crept up Nicholas' face, “y/n!” he exclaimed. For a second, something flickered in his expression—not sadness exactly, but recognition. Like seeing someone who used to mean everything suddenly feel distant for no clear reason.

You waved at him, “Hey Nico.” He didn’t push right away, he never did. But his shoulders tensed slightly—a quiet tell—as if he felt the shift between you two. Colder than before. Guarded where warmth used to live without effort.

The kind where everything unsaid hangs heavy between people who used to understand each other without words. Then he cleared his throat gently and broke it, “Been a while.”

“Yeah… it has,” 

“...How’ve you been?”

The way he asked ticked something in you. He asked. Not casual small talk, genuine. Not the kind to just fill the silence. Oh how you hadn’t talked to him in so long. And now here he was, asking like nothing had changed between you two.

That familiar heaviness when someone shows kindness after weeks of radio silence from your side made your throat tightened. Your eyes dropped to his knuckles for a second; they were painted crimson again.

“Okay,” your eyes darted somewhere else, “well– busy,” 

He only nodded, “still drawing?” It was such a him question; quietly observing instead of prying directly into you. He remembered that sketchbook clutched under your arm every day like armor.

The gallery exhibit flashed in his mind—and he knew it hadn’t been easy for someone as private as you to show work publicly. All because he’d encouraged it a month ago. But that glow on your face flashed brighter, there's something about not knowing what to feel and how to feel. Just another one of those questions that kept popping up unanswered.

“Not much,” Another beat passed.

He bit his tongue, a sentence at the tip of his tongue—”Did I do something wrong?” the question pierced you. That heavy, empty, and numbing feeling climbed back up to your chest. 

“What do you mean?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“You think I've been avoiding you? I told you I've been busy,”

“Please don't lie to me,”

The air between you turned sharp, like the temperature dropped ten degrees in seconds. His question hung there, raw and quiet. It wasn’t angry. Not even frustrated. It was hurt. You could see it in his face—the subtle tension around his jaw, how his eyes had lost their usual calm softness. He's just standing there on that cold stone bridge, looking at you like he’d been waiting for a single honest word from you.

And now? Now he sounded like someone whose trust had started cracking—not broken yet—but bending dangerously under weight of silence you unfortunately created.

The wind swept through again. A gust this time, making your hair flutter against your cheeks as both of you stood frozen not by temperature — but by the heaviness pressing down between two people who used to be each other’s safe place.

So much unspoken. But you can't bear this anymore. You can't bare seeing– feeling like this anymore. Until the words spoke for themselves for you: “Don't look at me like that,”

“Then how should I? Because there's no way I'll voluntarily stop,”

“Don't be stupid,”

“Then stop making it so tempting.”

“Nicholas,” you paused. He finally looked at you, but you would risk everything falling apart just by looking back at him. Your eyes fixed to the river. Then a whisper between your lips, “It feels like I could never be enough for anyone,” for you. But you held back on that last part while Nicholas’ expression shattered into something tender, almost pained. Like he’d been waiting years to hear that confession. And now it was finally out in the open— fragile as glass, delicate as a petal.

He exhaled like he forgot that he had been holding his breath for a good while. “You’re so very welcome to test that theory with me,”

The moment stretched—fragile, tender. His words settled over you like a blanket pulled tight after being cold for too long. An offer to safety you hadn't resided in for a long time. And hey, it worked.

That numb heaviness in your chest? It cracked—not gone yet—but softer now. As if the ice melted under the morning sun because someone finally said the right thing without needing instructions on how to. 

A tiny smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it—the first real one since things got awkward, “God… I missed this place,” you muttered. He blinked back letting out a chuckle—-almost relieved.

For just one second? you were okay again on this stupid brick bridge. You felt okay to feel like this. You hate that you pushed him away, blew him off like the steam had told you it was too much to digest in one gulp. Until— bzzztt. 

The notification violently loud inside the pockets of your coat, “I have to go.”

You were once again, just a memory for him to hold on to.

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A/N: Part two will be out next week :) lmk if i did smth wrong bc its my first time writing this kind of thing but when it comes to grammar mistakes its best to ignore bc i dont have a lot of respect for this language (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated please blurt your thoughts as if you only have 20 words left

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loverboy!nicholas [fem!reader]

nicholas is such a romantic boyfriend. he’s the type of boyfriend who picks you fresh flowers from a field on his way to pick you up for a date because he believes it’s more authentic if he plucks them himself rather than buying a bouquet from a market. he’s also the type of boyfriend to escort you from his car to your front door after the date “just in case.”

he is the type of romantic who has a relationship scrapbook he can flip through. photobooth strips, movie tickets, small pieces of postcards from different places you’ve visited, small pressed flowers from picnics you’ve had.. he’s going to find a way to take a piece of your date home with him to add to the scrapbook he can flip through on days where he misses you.

he sends you ootd pics (sometimes videos) to get your opinion on what he plans to wear for the day and he absolutely loves when you provide him with one as well. however, depending on the outfit, he’s going to tell you how good you look and follow it up with a photo of the outline of an erection in his pants

he likes to match outfits with you when you’re going out on a date together! if you want to wear a pastel yellow, he’s going to search his closet for something he can wear to compliment your outfit. there’s nothing more that he loves than parading around with his lover wearing outfits that tell the world you’re with him and he’s with you.

not to keep bringing up clothes or anything but he’s big on fashion shows and taking you shopping. he loves to sit in a chair and watch you try on new outfits, always finding ways to compliment the outfit you have on even if you don’t seem to like it very much.

fashion shows also include lingerie and bathing suit show offs at home he can drool over. it would be everything within his power not to reach out and touch you when you’re trying on the lingerie to show him. he has to call on cthulhu himself to stop himself from grabbing and tossing you on the bed for a body worship session.

he loves you loudly and could never be embarrassed by being "whipped" for you. he's always talking about you when he hangs out with his friends and he's never ashamed to cancel plans with his buddies if you want to do something instead. "count me out, babe wants to go to the theater this weeken" or "catch you guys later, i have a snuggle date with my lovely wife"

you'll find random little notes left all over the place. some of them are simple drawings of kittens smooching with "us" written on it and sometimes they're little love letters he's slipped into your jacket pocket or into your purse to remind you he loves you. you'd open your wallet to find a random bank note with a letter paper clipped to it. "hope you have a great day today my love. get a nice little treat for yourself before you do the productive stuff for the day. call me when you're free. xoxo nico”

he's always reaching for his own wallet when you find something you want. if you guys are at the mall together and you find a perfume you like, he picks it up without a second thought. a stuffed animal you made googly eyes for a moment too long? he's got it tucked up under his arm already. "my girl deserves everything she wants," he says when you try to tell him to put the item(s) back. spoiling you is his biggest love language.

midnight car rides are a staple in your relationship with nicholas. sometimes he just wants to get in the car, turn on some soft tunes and go get lost on a random backroad with your hand intertwined with his own. pointing out all of the wildlife you see on the drive, singing to every song on the playlist, soft smooches at the red lights you guys hit.. it helps him relax after a long day and he finds it easier to snuggle up and sleep once he's gotten some fresh air and quiet alone time with you away from everyone else.

sweet boy would call you at night when you're separated because he just misses you so much. he'd facetime you when he's lounging in bed wearing nothing but a white tank top and some gym shorts. sleepy conversations about your day and what you've been up to, giggling softly as he listens to you laugh or rattle off excitedly about something you did that was fun. eventually he'd drift off to sleep while on the call with you, not wanting to hang up despite being sleepy. in fact, when you asked him if he was sleepy just five minutes ago, he'd denied it because he didn't want you to hang up the call with him.

occasionally, these calls turn into a mutual masturbation session. it would start off as an innocent call just to check on you and spend time with you before bed but sometimes he'd turn a little pink as he watched you shift in your spot in bed or you'd say something that woke up some naughty thoughts and he wouldn't be able to help himself. he'd always ask "do you mind if i..?" before he touches himself, always waiting for your consent before stroking himself while you continue to talk.

he loves to walk you through your own masturbation, giving soft commands about fingering yourself a little harder or turning your vibrator up a level just to hear the soft noises you make when you get overwhelmed.

sex with nicholas is fun and often unpredictable. sometimes he's a rough cocky jerk who makes you beg before he lets you suck his cock and sometimes he's the one begging you for a chance to finger you while you play a game or watch a show. he's open to new positions and he absolutely loves to bring toys with him into the bed.

you couldn't count how many times he'd grabbed your vibrator to press against your clit when he's fucking you. "shhh, baby girl, the neighbors will hear," he would always giggle in your ear as he turned the vibrator up a little or thrust a little harder to encourage you to continue making noise for him. the louder you got, the more he’d whisper soft teasing words to you. “you’re such a bad girl, crying like that. you must be close, hm? did you ask to cum?” and when you do finally cum, he’d offer a satisfied smirk and murmur "naughty girl, i told you to be quiet. now everyone knows what we’ve been doing.”

believe it or not, nicholas also loves to have soft lazy sex from time. sometimes he's rough with you and sometimes he likes to fuck just because he's obsessed with claiming you, but from time to time.. all he wants is to connect with you and let you really feel the love he has for you.

every time he wants just gentle lazy sex, he'll lean in and place soft kisses under your ear, murmuring about how much he loves you and how much he needs to show you. his hands knead and grasp at your hips to pull you closer to him. he grinds gently into you, whispering "i just love you so much, please let me show you darling." his hips would move slowly but firmly, stroking deep and steady as he tells you with each movement how much he loves you. thrusting a little harder to emphasize a point about how beautiful you are to him or moving a little faster when he gets too excited at the idea of seeing you reach your peak before him.

however… when he's rough, you feel it for a few days afterwards. he'll growl "you're mine" in your ear as he makes you start seeing stars every time you close your eyes. of course, he'd check in every now and then. "you okay, baby? is it too rough? do you need a break?" he murmurs as he slows his movements and kisses your flushed face gently, always wanting to make sure you're feeling good and not starting to get hurt or overwhelmed.

nicholas is a pussyeater. he would rather die than go two weeks without having your taste on his tongue. he would eat you out anywhere, any time and for as long as you'd let him. that man is the type you have to smack his head and beg him to quit to get him to let up on eating you out. he is obsessed with hearing your breathy sighs and feeling your fingers gripping his hair to pull him closer. he is more of a giver than a taker, preferring to please you over receiving pleasure of his own. in all honesty, eating you out is pleasure enough to him. so much so, he's cum just by eating you out more than once with no other stimulation.

he is huge on aftercare. after he's fucked you, he's quick to comfort you and check in. he helps you get cleaned up and takes control over cleaning the bed so you can lay down. he grabs you a cold water from the kitchen and leans to whisper soft things in your ear. "you did so well, sweetheart. did you have fun? do you need anything from me? are you okay?" he whispers as his hands knead your hips and rub down your thighs.

he is such a perfect balance between gentle and mature and rough and ragged. nicholas is the boyfriend to have because of how versatile of a person he can be. there is so so much to be said about how I view nicholas as a boyfriend. that man would just be WHIPPED for his lover.

requests are open !!

[nicholaswangsnudes]

fuck me

enemy!yuma × you cw; mdni! smutttttttttt. fuckboy yuma. enemies to??? 2.5k words.

“i can’t stand him! just look at that fucking face!”

“i mean yeahhh he’s pretty hot,” maki nods as he leans in to look at what you’re staring at. yuma nakakita.

“what- no! i mean look how smug he looks!” you smack your best friend in the chest, a frown dawning your face, “why are you calling the enemy hot???”

“girl you say enemy but i think you just want to fuck him,” your damn friend bursts into a fit of laughter as he states the obvious, “all you do is talk about him, even now when there’s like a hundred other guys around you, you choose to talk about him.”

“whose side are you on mauss?”

“lets be real babe. you know i’m right.”

you storm off like a spoiled brat, unable to accept anything maki had just said because deep down, you knew it was true. that you wanted to fuck yuma.

yuma is hot, the hottest man you’ve met in your entire life. and once upon a time, you might’ve had the tiniest crush on him... until he opened his mouth the first time you met him during class and every single one of his words were like venom, attacking you for no apparent reason.

and you’ve hated him since.

you always questioned why yuma picked on you so much but just passed it off as his shitty personality.

sigh.

hoping to rid yuma off your mind, you pour yourself three shots and down them in record time, like a girl on a mission, to get drunk and enjoy the rest of your night at the frat party.

“they just invite anyone to these parties now?”

that voice. that god awful voice you’ve dreaded hearing all night.

so you ignore.

well try to but yuma being yuma, makes himself comfortable in front of you, entirely blocking your way.

“what the hell do you want?” your voice reeks of irritation but it doesn’t seem to phase the man one bit. looking up, you meet his gaze and almost immediately... you regret it.

because even with this much hatred for him, you still found yourself weak in the knees every damn time he looked at you. you must be sick in the head because it made no sense.

“ouch, who hurt you,” he smirks, mocking you, “always such a bitch.”

“excuse me?”

“let me repeat myself slowly so you can understand better,” he leans in towards you, his face just inches away from yours, “you’re. such. a. bitch.”

“fuck you!”

you know for a fact that he’s trying to rile you up so you had to fight it, to keep calm and just walk away from the situation. the last thing you needed right now was to lose your voice from another screaming match with him in the middle of all these people.

with a sigh, you step around him but he’s quick to block you. again and again, yuma blocks your path until you accidentally bump into him and spill your drink onto yourself, completely drenching your white top.

“are you happy?” you spit at him, venom lacing your tone as frustration seeps through your entire body.

you both stay silent for a moment, no one saying or moving away from the situation or the closeness. your breath hitches when you catch his gaze drop for a split second, to your chest before going back to you.

you wait for the incoming attack of snarky remarks, of laughter, of smirks but nothing comes. instead, the man grabs your wrist and pulls you along, all the way up the stairs. a “prohibited area” for party goers.

“yuma- let go!” you struggle to free yourself from his grasp but he doesn’t budge, not until you’re both standing inside a bedroom that you assume belongs to him. you watch as he pulls out a random shirt from his closet and throws it at you, without a single remark or even a mocking look.

that’s new.

“i-” you can’t help but sound awkward, not knowing how to react to your enemy being slightly nice for once. “l- look away!”

“it’s not like there’s anything to see.” 

“screw you,” you say as you quickly change while the man has his back to you.  

“why are you always such a fucking bitch to me?” he turns back without care but luckily you’re already done changing, much to his dismay, “maybe you need to get dicked.”

“yeah maybe but definitely not by you.”

before you could even turn to leave, yuma grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. the sudden obvious tension in the room is suffocating to say the least but it’s his darkened gaze that has you feeling nervous all over. the look in his eyes is completely unreadable, a stark contrast to the mocking one he usually gave you.

“wh- what are you doing-”

“why not me?” his voice is as low as whisper, the huskiness in his tone enough to send shivers down your spine, “you don’t think i can fuck you good?”

“it’s not that i think you can’t,” you’re unsure why you’re playing into his games again, why you suddenly feel the urge to push his buttons in the most dangerous way possible. “i know you can’t.”

“watch it.”

“and what? what will you do nakakita-”

yuma slams you onto the door the moment those words leave your lips, the man now caging you in with his much bigger frame. one of his hands is resting beside your head while the other is gripped onto your waist, almost as if afraid you’d run away.

“yu-”

his lips were on yours before you could finish his name, kissing you with such urgency, like he’d been waiting for it. perhaps the alcohol you had earlier was finally kicking in, perhaps you were just plain crazy, whatever it may be, you found yourself kissing the man back without hesitation as well.

the kiss is nothing but rough, your bottom lip feels completely numb from how harsh he is being but you don’t care. you wanted more. you wanted nakakita yuma.

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop,” he mumbles as he pulls away slightly, just enough for you both to catch your breaths.

“yuma-”

“tell me!” desperation flashes across his eyes as his grip tightens around you, like he wants you to say it. to say that you wanted this too.

“fuck me.”

“what?” he freezes for a moment, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. and at this point, neither can you.

never in a million years did you think something like this would happen, that you’re trapped against the wall by your so called enemy who’s literally begging you to give him the green light. to fuck you.

what a turn of events this is.

“please,” you whisper, hands lacing themselves around his neck to pull him closer, “just fuck me.”

for the first time since you’ve met him, yuma actually looks like he has nothing to say. entirely flabbergasted to his core.

perhaps it’ll be something you’ll both regret tomorrow morning but right now, you both wanted nothing more than this.

because one second you’re grinding each other against the door and the next, you’re lying amongst his soft haven of sheets and pillows with the man himself hovering over. his hands are already busy at your waist, holding it down, his grip even rougher than before.

“y- yuma...” you’re already breathless from the way he’s kissing at your neck, decorating your delicate skin with marks you know will turn a different shade by tomorrow. but that’s a problem you’ll deal with tomorrow, along with maki’s hundreds and hundreds of incoming questions about them.

“hm?” he hums into your skin, “tell me what you want.”

“do something... anything.”

he pauses for a moment to look up at you, eyes drooped over as a smirk appears across his face. that god damn smirk you hated with your entire being.

“this,” the man says as he lifts your jaw up and runs his thumb gently over your lips, “if i knew it’d shut you up, i would’ve kissed you a long time ago.”

“well hurry up then or are you just gonna talk all night?”

and the man didn’t need to be asked twice, immediately going back in to kiss you like he’s hungry, like he had been starved for days on end. he kisses you like he’s desperate for you.

his hand is at the hem of your skirt before you even realised, fingers already creeping its way underneath the flimsy fabric. his touch sends a shiver through you, the coldness of his fingertips although unexpected, feels so unbelievably soft against your skin.

yuma pulls away for a second to catch his breath but his eyes stay on you the entire time, silently watching you react to his fingers finally reaching where you needed him most. you gasp at the feeling of him pushing against your clothed core but don’t push it away, hell you wanted him to rip that shitty piece of material away already!

“yuma...”

“say it again. say my name again.”

“yuma- ah!”

the man yanks aside your panties and pushes into you mid sentence, immediately filling you with two of his fingers. if this is how it felt with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine what his dick would be like later.

he isn’t rough like you initially thought he’d be. instead, the man takes his time with you, allowing you to adjust until you’re comfortable enough for him to move. and when you finally are, he moves slowly, in and out of you ever so gently but enough to have you seeing stars.

you almost pass out when his thumb presses down onto your clit, softly kneading at it as his fingers continued working your core. your insides clench desperately around him then, your body needing more of him. now.

for once you’re thankful for the loud music downstairs because the sounds you were already making weren’t appropriate at all. no matter how hard you held back, moans, whimpers and the soft calls of his name spilled from your lips uncontrollably. like you were going insane.

“i can feel you clenching- fuck-” his voice is lower than usual, almost breathy, “will you let me? let me make you feel so good?”

you try to respond but nothing comes besides another pathetic whimper. so you grab him by the neck instead, yanking him down and kissing him. hard and desperate.

you know he’s pleased with the move, evident in the way he’s instantly grinning into the kiss. and embarrassingly enough, you were grinning too. ear to ear. it’s an unbelievably sweet moment, something you never thought could happen between you and yuma.

yet it’s happening right now and your damn heart is thrashing way too hard about it.

with everything that’s happening, it doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar knot inside, waiting to combust. but you needed that small push, something yuma instantly catches onto and fulfils right away. thank god for that.

his fingers curl inside of you before he fastens his hands, a combination of movements that immediately had you reaching that cloud nine high you were waiting for. your entire body shutters as you finally come, your juices freely making a mess over his hands and the sheets beneath. the embarrassment can wait because you’re currently too fucked out to care.

“look at you, so so fucking pretty for me,” he says as he puts his fingers into his mouth, the very same fingers that were just inside of you a second before. and the very same ones that are dripping with your juices.

if your heart was thrashing before, well it’s just about to pop right out of its socket now thanks to yuma himself.

you’re not dumb, you knew yuma had a way with his words, the man able to get with just about anyone if he really wanted to. but right now, you can’t help but fall for them damn words. the way he’s gazing down at you isn’t helping your case either.

the way he looks at you tonight is different, something you just can’t seem to explain. maybe you’re just tipsy but you swear there was a glint in his eyes, a very slight hint of sincerity in them that you’ve never seen from him before.

“gonna make you feel good. make my pretty girl feel so good.”

gulp.

if it was any other man, you would’ve kicked him in the balls but just something about the way yuma claimed you as his is doing things to you, things you’ve never felt before with anyone else.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

the sudden banging on the door immediately has you pushing up against poor yuma, almost knocking him off the bed.

“don’t worry about it, it’s probably no one-”

“dude are you in there?!” taki screams from the other side of the door as his knocking continues, “somi is looking for you!”

somi?

oh, the cheer captain. the most beautiful girl on campus.

of course she’s looking for yuma.

“hyuna and hyerim are here somewhere too! they were looking for you too! come down soon!” taki says before his voice begins to fade away, just like his footsteps.

“guess everyone wants a piece of nakakita yuma. even you.”

and reality kicks in, an instant reminder that nakakita yuma was a fuck boy, a man whore, your enemy. someone who wanted an easy fuck and almost got it out of you with some sweet words.

“right,” you don’t mean to sound disappointed but you do because you are. it was stupid but a part of you thought there was something more to the kiss, to the touches, the sweet nothings... and especially the look in his eyes. more than just to get his dick wet. but you guess you were wrong.

the smug grin on his face immediately drops once he notices the change in your tone. he reaches out then, in an attempt to grab your arm but you pull away and hurry to straighten out your clothes.

“what are you doing?” he sounds surprised, both his tone and the soft look in his eyes almost makes him seem genuine. but you know yuma, there’s no such thing as genuine for him.

“forget it. this was a mistake,” you scoff and move away from him.

“hey- i was just joking-”

“no yuma, this was a joke.”

and you were out the door, wanting nothing more than to forget about this fucked up fever dream that you needed to wake up from.

to be continued maybe??? tell me what you think 😏

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[sunmoonnie]

Cool for the summer.

surf instructor!nicholas x fem!reader

🌊summary : moving to Hawaii with your boyfriend opened up more opportunities than you would ever have thought so. In so many ways, you have been feeling trapped in your relationship. You went to multiple therapists, but they could never give you good advice. But it seems like therapists in Honolulu had a different mindset than in Portland. So, what happens when you go to a surf instructor your therapist recommended, who is way hotter than you expected? And you don't even know it yet, but as time passes even more opportunities will open up for you when you get closer with him...

🌊 genre : angst, smut, strangers to lovers

🌊 tags : cheating (kinda) , soft nicholas, gentle nicholas, pussy drunk nicholas, eating out, cowgirl, experienced nicholas, kinda inexperienced reader, jealous nicholas (YUMMM), unprotected sex (don't do this folks), whiny nicholas and lowkey a little bit submissive, dacryphilia , whimpering, usage of jagiya, harumaki if you squint but only if you squint, hickeys, nicholas loves tits, missionary

🌊wc : 14k

๑ ๑ ๑ song: cool for the summer - demi lovato ๑ ๑ ๑

🌊notes : first fanfic posted on here yeeeey!! sorry is anything is inaccurate i never been in either portland or hawaii lmao. i thought this was going to be a small ff, smut with some plot but... angst happened. BUT this is not a problem since we love drama obvi. reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated, they keep me motivated🥹 but even if you just take your time and read this, it means a lot. hope you enjoy!!

He set his cup down on the glass table and crossed his legs. Sitting in a red velvet armchair, he looked like a therapist straight out of a movie. Was it a great first impression? you didn't exactly know either. 

On one hand, he looked trustful for sure. Maybe you've been watching way too many dramas with the same plot. A teenage girl has problems in school, then flashes to a few scenes with her therapist, who makes her realize that all she needs is love. And the girl is just like 'wait, yes' then just goes and dates the basketball captain. 

You wish it was easy like that. But you weren't in school anymore, and it was never really that easy for you. In highschool, quite literally you were the biggest loser in the world. Someone who even grimaced at the thought of someone loving her deeply, cause even the thought made you seem like it was a joke or something. 

Looking back, high school was the most horrible thing to happen to you. You had friends, but nobody was ever interested in you. And missing out on that well-known teenage romance was a hard pill to swallow, but you accepted your fate after a while.

Then, in your last year, it happened. The thing that you thought never would. Someone asked you out, and that someone was none other than Byun Eui-joo, one of the players of the local water polo team. Everybody knew him as EJ. 

He wasn't the most popular and known guy in the school, but he was for sure one of them big dogs. After all, he got a nickname, and not everybody was important enough to get a nickname. For example, you didn't get one. Never, from anybody.

So, after EJ asked you out, you obviously agreed right away. The first date was so awkward you would never go back to that again, but he was so giggly and cute that your heart nearly melted. Soon, you guys started dating.

But after five years, here you are in your freshly chosen therapist’s room, telling him all about EJ and how he's annoying you even more by every passing day. He's looking at you through his square glasses, and he would look intimidating if you would think deeper into it, but you are too carried away. Your words just flow out of your mouth like a waterfall, and someone finally listens. That's all you wanted, since your boyfriend is not capable of that. 

“That's interesting” The therapist looked down on his notes and flipped a page, looking like he would rather be anywhere than this room.

Your eyes nearly twitched “That's all? Interesting?” 

He looked up without lifting his head, eyes glancing up above his silver glasses. “Is this your first day here? In Hawaii”

You nodded your head “Yes. I just moved here, like two days ago, but we could call it my first day. I haven't had time to get out of my new house. There's too much unresolved stuff”

He hummed, and for a moment you swear you could feel his judgement. That can't be true, right? This is his job, he is supposed to listen.

“You are telling me that the first thing after you got out of your house was to go to a therapy session?”

You gulped. Well, if he worded it like that, it for sure seemed like fatal trouble. But you weren't desperate for answers. You just wanted good advice, or just anyone to listen to you. 

“I mean— I—” you stumbled over your words “I just can't take the arguments anymore. I need a solution”

He wrote something down, the silence in the room suffocating. The only sound being his pen as it chiseled into the paper was the most embarrassing thing you have experienced in a while. It made you think about what he could be writing. 

He turned his head to look outside on the big window that screeched from the room’s ceiling to the floor. The view was straight up amazing from the small room, the beach and the sea’s beautiful image seductively calling you to go down and dip into the water.

The whole session felt so odd. You were uncomfortable, and as the time kept passing and you kept glancing at the clock on the wall, you realized this is surely not how it was supposed to go. 

He wasn't even replying to you most of the times, he just scrabbled down stuff in his notebook like it was some fucking interview. 

You were about forty minutes into the session when you let out a sigh and let your back hit the backrest of the cushion. 

He glanced up from the notebook, eyes heavy on you. 

And before you could stop and think, the words slipped out of your mouth “Do you have a solution or any advice? Or should I walk out helpless?”

One more moment of silence. A big one. 

He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, since it began to slide down. Then, he lifted his chin up. “Yes, actually”

The words made your eyes widen slightly. You didn't think this session was going to end up anywhere. In fact, the past forty minutes seemed like you wasted it from your precious life. 

You sat up straight “And what is it?”

“Try a sport” 

You knitted your brows together in confusion. This was an answer you should’ve seen coming, just pure bullshit that doesn't make sense. 

As if he could read your mind, he began to explain. “I know what you think. But I’m not insane, I promise. We just have our things… different here. You said you came from Portland, right?”

You nod your head.

“You probably had a way more different life so far than you will living here. Look outside, it's so sunny, and happy, isn't it?”

You turn your head to the gigantic window you were just looking out on a few minutes ago. The beach life was still active, loads of people were in the water, or on the sand tanning. 

“Yes, it is” You agree.

“Have you ever tried any watersports?” He asks kindly, a subtle smile on his face now. Okay, that proves he may not be that bad after all. At least he doesn't look like a serial killer now. He should smile more.

You think it through, but you realize you don't have to think that much when you can barely even swim. “Not really” 

“Great!” He claps his hands together, pure excitement radiating from his expression “Now it's time, then.” He looks at the clock, then stands up to guide you out when he sees the one hour has passed.

“Sadly, our time is over” He says, and you stand up too to shake hands.

“Thank you, and I will take your advice” You say slightly bowing to show respect as you shake his hand. 

“It’ll help, trust me. I’m going to send you one of my friend’s social media pages, if that's okay. That man is an expert!” He even lets out a laugh, and you respond with a chuckle on your own too.

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Two days have passed since the therapy session with your new therapist, but you still haven't gotten that message. Honestly, you weren't even sure if he told you the truth or not. What if he just made that friend up in his own mind? He seems like the kind of person who would do that. 

You kept on wondering while standing in the kitchen, slicking up tomatoes for your and EJ’s lunch. It has been a while since you and him ate together, and you thought it might be a good idea to make his favorite dish for this special event. 

He wasn't home since he already found a job, though you moved in only a few days ago. When he stated that and you questioned him, he just said he already got the job when you lived in Portland. He just didn't tell you about it.

Typical EJ. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering: when did you ruin your relationship with him? But every time this crosses your mind, you shake the thoughts away.

Now there's a different thought that gets into your mind. Was it worth it to move to Hawaii? Will things work out with him? You wanted to believe that you moved here for fun, and to change the environment around you. But deep down, you knew the truth. Of course you did, because you and him talked about it. 

Because your old therapist told you on the couple therapy sessions every time. ‘Try a vacation. You don't have to move if it's not that bad… even a simple vacation could help’

Seems like it was that bad that you had to move. And that made your heart ache, every time you remembered his face, his emotionless face when he told you he thinks it could be the best if you move out of your hometown. You lived your whole life in Portland.

But EJ was the only boy who ever loved you, and you knew you can't lose him. Even if he doesn't feel anything. Even if you don-

The buzz of your phone on the countertop makes you get out of your head, the sudden sound scares you so bad that you accidentally cut your index finger with the sharp knife. 

You cuss, then look at the phone. 

[phone]: Here's the guy I was talking about. 

LINK

Have a nice day!

You almost immediately drop the knife on the countertop to suck the flowing blood from your finger while with your left hand, you clumsily pick up the phone to open the message.

Opening the link your therapist sent you, even your breath stuck in your throat. You were expecting everything but this sight. 

A guy, probably around the same age as you, in his early twenties. His social media account didn't look like some millennial or a pr team made it. Instead, it was filled with pictures where he was with his friends, pictures of him, places he went to and stuff. Just like if he had a normal life. 

This wasn't shocking just as itself. The only thing that shocked you was that this therapist knew people like this. Cool people.

You scroll up back onto the top of the page to read his bio. There weren't many things written on it, only a few casual information like his age or what country he lives in. His email was also there, where you could contact him. What your eyes stopped on was the very top line.

Surf Instructor.

Your stomach twirled at the thought of standing on a surf board and riding waves. No. That was way too out of your comfort zone. Especially with this guy. He looked way too cool compared to you, he seemed someone that genuinely enjoyed living to the fullest. Someone who had zero insecurities or problems.

You just couldn't imagine yourself surfing with this man. Or even being by the beach with him, your body made yourself nearly throw up every time you glanced at it in the mirror. 

You stopped sucking on your finger for a moment, just to type back a message to your therapist quickly.

you: surfing? no

Short, but it says everything he needs to know. Maybe he might think you are being rude, but… who does he think he is, really? Yes, you are there to ask for advice but if he gives you something stupid like surfing, then he shouldn't be surprised at your reaction.

You don't even have time to put the phone down and continue chopping the tomatoes when it buzzes in your hand, a not so delightful message flashing on the screen.

[phone]: Already booked an appointment for tomorrow 10 am. Be there, the guy’s schedule is way too tight. 

No way back now :) 

You scoff in anger, practically throwing the phone on the counter. It ends up in the tomatoes, but you don't even care about that. What the hell does this guy think? Just because he's a therapist he can't make decisions instead of you. 

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After many many internal fights with yourself, you decided that maybe, maybe he was right. This whole moving out is to test waters, which became… quite literal. Coming out of your comfort zone can be positive, right? You asked yourself this exact question and nothing else while you took the bus to the beach. 

Yesterday afternoon wasn't the most pleasant thing you've ever experienced. EJ came home pretty late, and the lunch you made became a dinner, but it also became cold and sticky. He didn't enjoy it, and he voiced it. 

You were about to cry yourself to sleep, because EJ probably had such a bad day at work. He just started at his new workplace, but it was already stressful for him and it was very obvious that he took the tension out on you with his constant remarks. 

Moving was a shit idea. Spending loads of money on a house in the beautiful Hawaii was a shittier idea. You should've stayed in the gloomy and crimeful Portland.

The sand got in your sandals, and it was pretty irritating having it stuck to your feet and having it between your toes, you couldn't care less about it. 

Your mind was already spiraling on lunch. You should be in the kitchen right now. It’s just a little bit past nine, but you should be already cooking. What if you don't have food on the table by the time EJ comes home?

Will he be mad? 

No, he will probably come home at night anyways. You have plenty of time today. A simple surf lesson won't hurt you or him. But if he finds out you found a therapist for yourself, now, that's a different story. That would mean the end of you. 

You looked over at the sea, the sun had just started coming up not so long ago, and its rays covered the top of the water, making it look like a golden bridge made out of veil. 

You get your phone out of your pocket and take a photo of it. Kind of a weird habit, but you always take pictures of everything you find pretty. Especially clouds. If it looks like something, your phone is already in your hand. 

You closed the camera app and the next thing you do is check the address your therapist sent you yesterday. You let your feet sink in the sand while you do it, your sandals fully covered in sand now. 

“Where the fuck…” You mutter when you type it in the maps application, but you waste no time and start walking again. His workplace was pretty far away from… everything.

You kept on walking anyways, and just a little bit before 10 am you approached the place you tapped in google maps. A house.

That's it. Nothing else. Far away from the other houses or the high skyscrapers. Just a small outcrop of sand that looked like a small island but still, it wasn't because it was connected to the beachside with sand and not water. 

The small island however looked like it was made for that house. A few palm trees were around it, and it was made out of mainly wood and bamboo. The roof was apparently made of reeds, but you weren't exactly sure. 

You attempted to walk closer, and as you approached, you realized this was probably where he actually lived. You could sneak a glance at the inside of the house since the windows were pretty big and there wasn't any glass or curtains that would cover up the sight, just a mosquito net, and it looked like a real home. 

“Hey!” A kind voice came from behind your back just as you were about to go closer to the bamboo house, and it made you immediately turn around.

Just like that, you were facing the boy you’ve seen in the photos. In real life size, he looked way cooler than in those photos. His hair was red, even though in some of the photos it was either bleached or black. It all suited him, but seeing it red in real life made you sure that it was absolutely the best choice to dye it.

Suddenly, you felt tight in your own skin. Too big in your clothes. Too small next to him, but that behavior screamed pick me. You never understood the girls in high school who always complained how ‘small’ they feel. But now, you got it.

You swallowed hard, trying to erase the weird tug in your stomach. Feeling anxious when meeting next people was normal for you, but it was never this bad. It might be because it's just you and him. 

He reached out his hand, gesturing you to shake it as an introduction. You did it, mumbling your name with a nearly trembling voice. 

“Nicholas Wang” He said it back, his voice way more firm than yours. “Nice to meet you”

“Yeah, nice to meet you too” You tried to smile too, but failed miserably.

“So,” He clapped his hands together and looked you up and down “welcome to my place. I guess I should show you around a little bit. You seem nervous”

Your body stills at the call-out, but you don't say anything. What happened? Where’s your voice? You are supposed to spend the next two hours with this man, who is, let's just say… nevermind.

You nod your head and follow him as he gestures the way with a head tilt. 

First, he takes you next to the house. There's a small garage or something like that. It’s like his house, but a smaller version. You didn't even see it at first. He opens up the door, and you are faced with a bunch of surfing boards. 

“This is where I keep my work stuff” He explains “You can choose which one you want” He smirks down at you, but you just glance at his face for a moment. 

When you finished looking around, he closed the door. “Are you nervous?” 

You swallow again, feeling like your legs are about to give up at any moment. So fucking embarrassing. “I- a little bit, maybe. I've never been to a… instructor, to be honest” you giggle, but it has no humor to it.

Instead of laughing, he nods like he agrees or something. “Oh, I get it. But you need to loosen up. I hope I can reach that” 

He smirks and gives a pat to your shoulder, and you smile back too, even though you feel the apples of your cheeks get red. 

You look at the bamboo house, the question not leaving your head. You even decide to voice it out “Do you live here?” 

He nods proudly “Yes, I built the house actually. I used to live here with my friends but they moved away eventually” 

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The waters were pretty calm today, and it was not too sunny. It definitely wasn't on the level where your whole body felt like burning after being in the sun for more than five minutes. 

After around one hour into the lesson, there were more things you could take important notes of. First of all, therapists are right, even when it seems like they don't know what they're doing. They do. Coming out of your comfort zone can be nice, actually, fantastic, you just need to find the right way to do so.

Second, Nicholas is a good talker. This might be because he is a professional surfing instructor, but he knows how to talk to people. You loosened up after forty minutes, and you definitely wasn't feeling as anxious as before. 

One thing for sure, he might look super ‘cool’ in photos, and he is in real life too. But that doesn't purposely mean that he will judge you in your swimming suit, even if you cried over it last night. He also doesn't care about how your hair sits on the top of your head. He is a surfing instructor, a teacher after all. You are not here to make friends.

“You already do so good, y/n!” He praises, watching you lay on the surfing board and swimming with your hands. “If you keep being so good, we might reach the point where you stand up next lesson” 

“Already? Isn't that too soon?” You ask, genuinely shocked. 

He shakes his head, his wet strands of hair flying around his head “Nope. I'm actually not joking, you are one of the best students I’ve gotten”

You tilt your head, swimming closer to where he was sitting on his board. “Do you say this to every single one of your students, or am I special?” 

He lets out a small giggle, dropping his head “No, I don't. You really are special. I guess” 

“Wow, I'm honored” You sit up on your board, now being about one metre far away from him. 

For a moment, he just stares at you. You look down, taking a deep breath. “I can't believe you live like this” 

He widens his eyes, the sentence probably catching him off guard. “What? Like how?”

“I don't know” You shrug “So…Calm. Your life is peaceful. You live right next to the sea, you have always been living here and I don't know. It makes me jealous.”

He laughs awkwardly again, hopping off of the board. The two hours had passed and it was time to get out of the water. You couldn't even believe the lesson was already over. 

“Jealous?” Is all he says. 

You gulp as you step out on the beach, sand sticking to your feet. You don't know what to say exactly. Nicholas seems like such an interesting person with an interesting life. While all you do is cook for your boyfriend who doesn't even come home, just sometimes. The worst thing is that you will probably marry that man. No, actually, the worst thing is that you are attached to him. You can't leave him, he has filled up your life ever since your teenage years. 

“Can I be honest?” 

He looks at you, rather concerned and scared than funny like how he looked the whole session. But he nods, and that's all you care about.

“I feel like I want to know everything about you and your life” 

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two weeks later

EJ comes home way sooner than he usually does, and that kind of catches you off guard. He texted you saying you don't have to prepare any lunch. That's another thing that catches you off guard. 

But that meant you had time. You used that time to go to a surfing lesson. In the past two weeks, you went almost every day if not every day. You weren't sure about the stuff that your therapist said about Nicholas having a ‘tight schedule’ cause somehow when you texted him ‘can i come now?’, he always replied with yes.

That's how it went today too. EJ texted you that he will come home at two pm. He sent the message at eight am.

You went to Nicholas straight away. 

You weren't exactly sure why you were enjoying this whole sport thingy so much. The surfing part didn't even excite you that much. It was probably the easiest sport of all the time, but Nicholas kept praising you about how good you were compared to others. And that made you feel special.

Nicholas was your teacher, but it felt like with all the meet ups every day that you guys have become friends by now. 

The best thing was that you and him could talk about anything. You were keeping it professional and you didn't talk about private life, but everything going on in the world, or just casual stuff. It felt refreshing.

And sometimes, lately, the time you were spending together wasn't purposely surfing lessons. Sometimes he just invited you inside his bamboo house, and you talked. Drank wine. Okay, that only happened once. But it still happened.

You went to him again like always, and you were sitting on his couch, next to each other. You talked the time away quickly. It passed so fast that you didn't even realize that it was already half past two. 

“I’m just saying! The red looks amazing” You say, twirling a strand of his red dyed hair with your index finger. It had already faded out and became somewhat pink, but it still looked good. “Or, hear me out. Pink. Make it pink” 

“Nah, I don't think that's a good idea” He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on you. “It wouldn't suit me”

“It would, what do you mean?” You say, completely protesting against him “Pink is literally the best color. Like, ever”

He chuckles “Fuck no. I still think my blonde era was the best. But pink… it would look good on you” He added, scanning your face with his eyes. 

You look down, dropping your hand from his hair to your own lap. Sometimes he complimented you, even if they were just small compliments like this, and it felt… well… you felt something. It felt good. But nothing more. 

“Thanks…” You mumbled under your breath. 

Nicholas laughed and dropped his hand on your knee. “Did I make you flustered? My bad” 

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, and it isn't a message. It keeps buzzing, meaning someone is calling you. And that someone can't be other than… fuck. 

You pull your phone out of your pocket with the speed of light, looking at the flashing name on the screen. 

“ej🩷”

Obviously. Who else. Your eyes fly to the time on the top of the screen: 14:34 

Fucking hell. You totally forgot about him coming home earlier for some fucked up reason. Nicholas looks at you with a worried expression, muttering a “What?” when you stand up and rush out of his house.

You mumble a sorry before stepping out and swiping up the green button, ready to get scolded. It happens as you expect.

“Where the hell are you?”

“I can be wherever I want to. It's none of your business, EJ”

“What? You are MY girlfriend and I told you to be home. I prepared you a fucking gift! Of course you had to ruin it”

You speed up with your steps, nearly stumbling as the sand keeps getting into your sandals. “I swear to fucking God, I’m not some home wife…”

“Well, I was about to make you one! And —” 

The rest of the sentence is a blur, you barely even let the words you heard sink in. Make you one? If that means… 

“Make me one?” You stop your steps.

“Yes, fucking hell. I was about to take you out on a fancy ass date so you don't have to fucking cook. And then, I wanted to ask you to be my wife” 

You press the red button and put the phone down. This can't be fucking real. For a few moments, you stand still, feet rooted in the sand, the only sound you hear is the sea and the thoughts in your head going wild.

You don't want to go back there. You want to stay here, because it is so calm. Not like him. He is so aggressive. Why would he want to marry you? 

It's probably not even his idea. He would never take you out on a date, those days are over. There are big chances that it was his passive aggressive mother who told him to do this whole thing. They've been wanting him to have a wife and children for so long. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, anxiety spiking up in your whole body as you continue to walk to the bus stop. You are not ready to have children, you can't have children. Not now. It's just not ideal. Especially not with EJ. You believe his whole family is cursed, and you definitely don't want to pass down those cursed energies to your children. 

The thought makes you want to throw up. The thing is that, if someone was about to ask you about your opinion on this about three weeks ago, maybe you would’ve said yes. 

But you forgot to mention something in the important notes thing. 

Nicholas was the perfect man. You knew this from the moment you looked at his pictures. He looked perfect. But when you met him, yes, you did feel anxious, but it wasn't just that. You haven't felt that feeling in a long time.

The last time you felt that was in highschool, when EJ asked you out. It was a long while ago. EJ wasn't able to make you feel like that since that. 

But every time you are with Nicholas… There's something. It feels like he made you less attached to EJ and his toxic family.

You know you can't think about this right now. You have to go home, maybe make EJ less furious with something, his favorite meal? Just get his mind off of the marriage. You would even have sex with him right now. If it takes his mind off of it, you would do it.

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Your hands are straight up trembling when you put the key into the door, opening it as silently as you possibly could. 

But as you step in and look forward, you find EJ looking at you while he stands in front of the kitchen island, leaning back on it with his arms crossed.

“Where the fuck were you, y/n?” He asks, voice low.

“Nowhere” You simply reply, suddenly feeling your ego spike up.

He pushes himself away from the counter and makes his way to you. “Fucking answer me”

“I answered”

EJ runs a frustrated hand through his hair, putting his hands on his hips. “I just… I really wanted this day to go well and you ruined it for me, babe.” 

“Really? Are you fucking kidding me right now, EJ? Do you know how many days you ruined for me? I've been standing in this kitchen for days to make you fucking lunch, and you don't even appreciate it. You never do.” It takes you so much courage, but you say your thoughts out. You were always the one who got silenced in this relationship, and you are feeling brave today anyways. “Suddenly, you want me to be your wife?”

He audibly gulps, his Adams apple moving down and up. “Yes. We have been together since high school, and...”

“It doesn't fucking matter. You ruin me, EJ. You…I…” You broke down, feeling the tears coming to your eyes. Fuck, no, you can't let yourself cry. Not in front of him. 

“I ruined you?” He raises his voice, now it sounds threatening “I saved your teenage years. Come on, Fuma told me you were always barking about how much you wanted a boyfriend. I thought i would ask you out, so you would fucking stop complaining to my friend all the fucking time”

Your heart drops. He never actually wanted you. It was all an act. It all sets into place now. He never actually wanted to ask you out, he did it so his friend (who was also your friend at the time) won't hear about your problems. 

You simply turn around, forcing yourself not to fall to the ground and cry. You simply turn around, so you don't shout at him and send him back to his mother's pussy. You simply turn around, and walk out. You run down on the stairs of the flat before he could chase you, but no, he would never do that. It's clear now. He wouldn't go after you. 

And he doesn't.

You know where you want to go right away. And you don't even question where your feet take you, right to the bus stop. You step on the floor of the bus numbered as 303. You still don't question. You feel like you finally know what you want.

However, you can't stop the tears falling from your eyes as you sit down next to the window. You don't even try to stop them, you know it would be impossible.

The bus is quiet, no one looks at you, everybody just stands or sits there boring their face onto their phone’s screen. You look outside, admiring the way the sun’s rays fall onto the water. 

It takes twenty minutes to get there. After that, comes the walk you hate so much. Half an hour. Finally, you approach the familiar bamboo house, kind of feeling exhausted from the walk. You and Nicholas for sure grew closer, but you can't help but feel a twist in your stomach. He is your surf instructor. He wasn't your friend, even if it seemed like he was. Or was he? You never talked about private things. Life things.

Despite the hesitant feeling in your feet, and the little voice in your head that told you to turn around and walk back, say yes to EJ and have children with him, you took a step.

Then you decided to not think anymore. Your life is fucked up anyways. In the next minute you found yourself knocking on the bamboo door. Nicholas opened it right away.

“y/n?” he asks, eyebrows going up in surprise. Usually, when you come to his house for a non appointment, you always text him first, but that doesn't happen now. 

“Sorry for bothering you” You try to sound normal, but you can't help the small shake that gets into your voice when you talk. “I just-” you lower your head, avoiding eye contact.

Nicholas steps closer, lifting up your chin to make you look at him “Hey, you are not bothering me” his voice softens.

You look up at him, feeling your eyes getting wetter by each second. His eyes are filled with genuine concern and softness, something that you’ve never seen on him before. He was always soft, but he kept it so professional that you could feel: there was a line that you couldn't cross with him. 

Now, that line seemed to blur, even if just a little. “Can I come in?” You insist shyly, and he immediately nods and stands out of the doorway so you could get in.

You go to his dark brown couch and lay down, practically throwing yourself onto the mattress and burring your head onto one of the soft pillows.

He stands by the kitchen, leaning his back against the counter and crossing his strong arms in front of his chest, making his forearm muscles flex.

Nicholas scans you with his eyes, looking at you laying on his couch and watching as you turn around from your stomach to your back, so you can see him since the kitchen and the cushion was placed across both sides of his house in front of each other. 

As you look at him, you notice that he has changed since you went back to EJ. When you were last here, he was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, but now he's wearing grey sweatpants instead of jeans. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, keeping his voice firm but soft at the same time. 

You shrug and bite down your lower lip. Should you? Is it a good idea to talk about this to your teacher? You think it through quickly, but then you realize Nicholas is basically your only friend here in Hawaii. You really don't have anyone else now.

You bob your head.

“So what's up?” He asks casually, turning around so he can get a glass of water for you. “Who called you earlier and why are you all messy now?”

You run your hands through your hair at that, fixing it. “I don't even know how to tell you”

He hands you the glass of water and sits down next to you on the couch, turning his body sideways so he faces you while his arm rests on the back of the sofa. “Just tell me” He shrugs.

“Okay, so…” you began, looking down to gather your thoughts “I already told you why I moved here. Halfly.”

What you told him was less than half of your story. Yes, your father did die and it was a hard pill to swallow. You don't know why, but it was easier to tell him that rather than telling him about your boyfriend. The truth is that your dad died when you were thirteen. That was not recently.

“But there's another thing. My boyfriend, so, my boyfriend and I have problems lately.” That was another white lie. Not just lately, you have been having problems since forever. Now that you know he never actually liked you was even harder. 

He nods, like he understands. It makes your courage come back. “We went to a couple therapist, and he told us to move. He told us that if we move, the new environment would make our problems look smaller or something like that… Bullshit.”

A subtle smirk was playing on his face, but he didn't say anything. “We moved and long story short, he just told me he wants to marry me.”

A silent moment. 

“Oh” Nicholas’s body stills “And that's a problem because…?”

“Because we have been doing nothing, just arguing all the time, Nicholas! He doesn't even come home. But his mother is a passive aggressive bitch, and she probably wants him to have children so she can be a grandma”

“Damn, that's fucked up” He lets out a sigh, putting his hand on your knee to caress it as reassurance. 

Your gaze slips to his hand, and you are hesitant but decide to ask the question that sat on your tongue ever since you stepped in. “Can I sleep here?”

Nicholas doesn't even flinch, he nods right away. “Yes” after a silent beat, he adds “But…”

You sigh, already knowing what's going to come. He will deny you for some stupid reason, or will say that you have to go home at seven am.

Just like he could read your mind, or expression, he says “I’m sorry y/n. But I’m going to Los Angeles with my friends tomorrow. There's a surfing camp and a bunch of kids are waiting for us and-”

“I can go too” You say suddenly, making his eyes widen “I mean, If you want me to, I wasn't being disrespe-”

“Actually, yeah” He nods in agreement “Why not? You can come too”

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You thought the night by Nicholas is going to be somewhat awkward for multiple reasons. First and foremost, you still have a boyfriend! You keep reminding yourself that when you bore into his eyes too much, but fuck, his fault for being so damn good at having eyes. 

Then, you remember that he is still your teacher. Actually, this even slipped out of your mouth yesterday. You aren't sure what was the topic, but you added ‘who am I to expect an advice from you, you are just my teacher’

Now, that was something you weren't meant to say. But he just laughed it off and told you he actually is your friend now, not just a teacher. That made your heart drop to your stomach.

Nicholas is way too sweet with you, and you are not used to this. EJ was never this soft. You couldn't help but start comparing the two to each other last night, as you watched Nicholas drift to his dreams.

The next day you woke up to the smell of pancakes. You haven't eaten pancakes since you moved out from your mother, even though it was your favorite breakfast. 

You also came to the realization pretty quick that you didn't pack clothes. Nicholas offered to give you his, and you gladly accepted his offer. 

Now you were standing in the middle of Honolulu airport with packed bags, trying to figure out which one is your flight and where are Nicholas's friends.

You looked at the board on the top of the wall with a slightly tilted head. “Why are there so many take-off runways? I swear to god there are at least five different letters and ten numbers”

“Right? So unnecessary” Nicholas agreed. 

You set your gaze at your ticket again, checking what was the number and letter you were looking for. P7. The randomly chosen letters didn't help the situation, because tell me who the hell would choose P, B and Y as runway letters?

You were very close to crashing out to Nicholas about this when you heard a yell calling his name from afar. Nicholas and you both jolted your head towards the sound, and you spotted two people with luggages approaching you.

When they reached you, they both hugged Nicholas. You weren't exactly sure if these were the friends he talked about earlier, but they for sure looked like close friends.

Then, the one in the front turned towards you. He was shorter than Nicholas, around the same height as you, maybe a few centimeters taller. His hair was cherry red, just like Nicholas's. He looked like he was some kind of porcelain doll, suddenly you couldn't help but ask yourself how can someone be this beautiful.

He gave you a subtle smile and reached out his arms for a hug. “Hi, I’m Harua” he introduced himself when you both let go, and now you weren't scared to give him a smile too. 

“Hello, I’m y/n” 

“Nice to meet you, y/n” the guy behind Harua speaks, giving his hand out for you to shake it.

He looks way stronger than the other guy, and he is as tall as Nicholas. He wears a sleeveless top and his biceps are showing off pretty much. He has sunglasses on, but you could still see how his facial features were stronger than Harua's or Nicholas's, his jawline was way sharper. His hair was dyed cotton candy pink, which balanced his strong features. 

He shook your hand firmly “I’m Maki”

The next twenty minutes were spent looking for the flight, getting on the flight and casual inspections. Harua and Maki were seated next to each other, while you and Nicholas were sitting on the other side of the row. He let you sit next to the window, too. 

You were more than nervous before the takeoff. You sat on a plane before, but it was always such a stressful and overwhelming experience for you. You chew on your lips until it bled, tasting your bitter blood on your tongue. At least it distracted you a little bit.

“Are you okay?” Nicholas leaned closer and whispered as he squirmed in his seat, finding the right position to sit in.

“Yeah, just a little nervous” You mumble back, not looking at him.

A few moments later you feel a warm hand touching yours, fingers intertwining with yours. Your eyes widen and you look down at your hand, watching as Nicholas's much bigger palm covers it. The plane began to move, and you froze in your seat. Nicholas caresses the side of your hand slightly, his thumb brushing over the skin. 

After the plane was in the air, your body calmed down, but Nicholas didn't let go of your hand for the whole five hours while you got to Los Angeles. 

It was way hotter there than it was in Honolulu. You just walked down on the stairs of the plane, and you were already sweating everywhere. Suddenly, you felt jealous of Nicholas and his friends, because they decided they come in sleeveless tops unlike you. 

A short sleeve tight T-shirt will be embarrassing in a few minutes, and right now you don't even have deodorant with you. Great.

“Jeez” Maki scoffs, putting back his sunglasses on his face as you got down on the ground from the plane and got your bags. “So fucking hot”

“It's the ground radiating the hotness” Nicholas replies “It won't be this hot on the beach” he puts on sunglasses too.

He threw his leather jacket over his shoulder, and the four of you began to walk out of the airport. The camp is not so far away from the airport, and you decide that it would be the cheapest solution if you would walk there. Maki and Nicholas walk in the front to show the way, chatting about some surfing stuff while you and Harua walk behind them.

The first few minutes pass in silence, both of you being too scared to speak. Then, he suddenly turns his head to you. 

“Are you, like, his girlfriend?” Harua asks shyly, keeping his voice low so Nicholas and Maki don't hear him, even though they're deep into their own conversation.

You jolt your head towards him, breath hitching in your throat all of sudden. “What?” you chuckle awkwardly “No, why would I be? I'm just one of his students”

“Oh” Harua says, genuinely dumbfounded “He usually doesn't bring his students to trips like this” he shrugs his shoulders.

“Does he bring his girlfriends?”

“Not really” He says while opening up his handbag and pulling a chocolate bar out of it “We never meet his girlfriends. I wouldn't even call them his girlfriends, they're usually one night stands or situationships” 

This new information hit you like a sucker punch, right in the stomach. You never expected Nicholas to be a guy like that, but honestly it made your mind light up. It felt like… you got curious. You couldn't help but ask more.

“Seriously? He never introduced them to you guys? Then how do you know they existed? I mean the one night stands” 

Harua let out a sarcastic chuckle, followed with a huff “Come on, we are men at the end of the day” he looked at you, but seeing the confused expression on your face, he explained “He brags about them quite a lot. Nicholas is like that. You don't really know him, I assume. How long have you been his student?”

You gulp, trying to remember the date you moved to Hawaii. 

“For around… three weeks, I guess. But we have lessons every day”

“I see” He takes a bite from the chocolate bar then wipes his mouth with the back of his palm “Every day? That's kinda crazy” he side-eyes you “But congratulations, you are officially his longest…” he doesn't finish the sentence, just keeps walking and eating his chocolate bar “Nevermind” he brushes off.

The topic fades into nothingness, but it stays in your mind. You might be a little delusional for overthinking this, but for now you don't even know where to put the things Harua just said. 

Soon, the four of you approach the camp by the beach and you put your thoughts away for a little while. 

Maki looks back at you and Harua excitedly “Wow, it's a big one!”

“So many children too,” Nicholas adds, patting Maki’s chest.

They were the type of people who genuinely enjoyed their job, and that gave you a warm feeling. You don't see this often in today's environment. 

As you got closer to the gate, you came across a security guard. Nicholas did his part of the work and talked with the guard, while you, Maki and Harua started looking inside. 

“Come on guys” Nicholas gestured for you and the guard opened the gate, letting you in. 

The view of the camp amazed you, you didn't even know where to look. There were small wooden houses lined up along the shore, and gravel paths were built between the houses. It was so modern, especially for a camp. 

Suddenly, a woman came up to you, the biggest smile on her face. “Nicholas! Maki! Harua! Nice to meet you guys again. It was a pleasure last time too” She bowed slightly. Then, her eyes set on you. “Oh! I didn't know you have a plus one”

“Nicholas has a plus one” Maki corrected, but Nicholas hit his forearm playfully.

Her smile faltered for a moment, but it lightened up again when she realized. “It’s no problem! You guys are going to be in two bed houses anyways. At least Nicholas will have company” She winks at Maki, who chuckles slightly.

You feel your ears burn with embarrassment, and you are glad your hair covers it at this moment. You wouldn't want any of them staring or picking at you for this. 

The lady then turns on her heels and begins to walk quickly, the guys and you following her closely as she talks about the story of the camp and other probably not so interesting stuff like that. However, Nicholas seems to walk a little slower, matching your pace in the back.

“I'm sorry” He apologizes, though you don't know why “I forgot to tell her. I shouldn't have pushed you in an embarrassing situation” 

“It’s okay, really” You nod and give him a tight smile. If he was such a player as Harua described him, then why was he so soft with you? He apologized for the smallest things. 

You step into one of the wooden houses, where the woman says you should go in. It probably looks like the other ones. It’s almost a perfect square, with a small kitchen next to the door, two beds by the two walls on opposite sites and a small bedside table under the window in the middle, on the opposite wall from the door.

You throw your luggage on the bed and sit down next to it. Damn, it’s hard as fuck. Sleeping will be a problem, you are already sure about that. You glance out of the room through the window. Nicholas definitely wasn't right about it being less hot on the beach than in the airport. The sun beamed down by the sea, not a single cloud was in the sky. You assume it was good for the teachers though, a weather like this is better for teaching swimming and surfing than raining.

At a soft click of the door you turn your head, seeing Nicholas step in after he talked with the woman. He gives you a soft smile, walking closer awkwardly. 

“So, what's the plan?” You ask, breaking the silence.

Nicholas sits down on his bed across from yours, in the same line as you so you two face each other.

“Today we get to know the kids, just basic introduction and maybe a little bit of swimming” He begins, fidgeting with the sheet next to him “Tomorrow, we begin the hard work and practice surfing. But they'll have a break too. So nothing serious” He shrugs.

You nod, taking his words in. Two days at the camp is not a big thing after all, even though you would like to spend more time here. With Nicholas. 

You find yourself looking him up and down, eyes tracing the way he has his head leaned back towards the wall, and the way his Adams apple moves up and down as he gulps tightly. When you look back into his eyes, he’s looking at you.

You squirm in your place, feeling the tension in the room rise up as none of you say any words.

After a few silent moments, Nicholas breaks the silence, head still bumped back onto the wall “Can I ask you something?”

You nod, letting out a hum.

He licks his lips, unsure if he should ask it or not, but he decides it's the best to communicate. “Why didn't you tell me about your boyfriend earlier?”

The question was expected, but you don't have an exact answer. “I don't really know” You say, pulling your gaze off of him and dropping it to the ground “I guess I just didn't want you to know about him”

Nicholas hums, getting up from the bed. “Why?”

“Why are you asking questions like these?” You chuckle, kind of more out of embarrassment than from humor.

He looks back, his eyes dark but he doesn't say anything for a moment. “I'm just curious about why would he argue with someone like you”

He slips into his Adidas shoes then kneels down to tie the laces. 

“Someone like me?” you echo his words, confused.

“Yes” his voice is firm “Someone like you. I mean, you have everything in you a guy could dream of” He stands up and looks back once, but before you could say anything he opens the door and slips out of the house just like he was never there.

A soft click, and the door closes.

Your eyes are fixed on the floor, trying to take his words in. You feel the heat rising up into your cheeks, making them as red as a tomato.

You drink a glass of water before you go after him to the beach, where the kids are already split up in three different groups. One with Harua, one with Maki and one with Nicholas. One group consisted of about ten kids, and you only realized you didn't know what to do when you fully approached them.

The woman you spoke to earlier ran to you when she saw you standing there all alone and told you to sit down on one of the wooden chairs by the bar not so far away from the place Nicholas and his friends were teaching.

You followed her to the bar, and did as you were told so, watching the boys as they were explaining.

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The day passed by pretty fast, but it wasn't a huge surprise since you arrived at the camp quite late in the morning and they could only do the surfing lesson until the sun went down. After that, the wind’s strength rose up and the waves were too big for beginner surfers — kids — to ride.

However, the three guys were watching those waves with awe, feeling disappointed that they couldn't get in the water and ride them.

“Fucking hell, they're so big now” Maki commented, looking out the window like he was a footballer looking at the world cup.

Harua sipped from his beer and made a satisfied sound. “You better stop looking at them, I stopped too because it straight up hurts” 

Maki nods “You are right” he put one of his hands on his chest dramatically, like he was grasping onto his pearls “It hurts” he sniffs jokingly, then turns around from the window and sits down on the floor in front of Nicholas's bed, across from you and Harua who were sitting next to each other in front of your bed.

“When is he coming…” Harua muttered, looking at the door and expecting Nicholas to burst into the room with fresh cans of beer and a card game at any given moment.

“I don't know but now I'm getting bored that I can't watch the waves” Maki picks up Harua's glass and takes a sip from the only glass of remaining beer. 

“Hey!” Harua snitches from him right away, getting on all fours so he can reach the glass.

Maki just laughs, then makes eye contact with you “y/n, suggest a topic or something. I bet you have a lot on your mind”

You raise your brows “A lot in my mind? What do you mean exactly?”

Maki gives a knowing look to Harua, then chuckles playfully, a boyish smile plastered on his lips “Come on, you know what I mean”

He tsks when you don't answer just give him a confused look. 

“You and Nicholas” He explains, and your eyes drop to the ground. “See! that's what I'm talking about” He points it out. “You become all awkward when it comes to him”

You were never an extroverted person, and you felt like you acted awkward with everyone all the time, that's why you didn't have many people to understand you, but this time Maki could read you perfectly. Was he some psychiatrist in his last life?

“Are you guys dating?” He asks again, desperate for answers.

“No, we are not” You shake your head, looking up at him.

“...But you wish” Maki smiles mischievously, and you kick him playfully.

You open your mouth to say something, but the door opens and Nicholas steps in with a bag in one hand and a small pack of cards in his other one.

“That lady was selfish as fuck” Nicholas says, out of breath “She didn't want to give me all the beers”

“Nicholas!” Maki says, nearly yells, like he's celebrating his friend “We were just talking about you”

Nicholas's eyes shift to you for a moment, then back onto Maki’s “Really?”

“Yeah” Maki nodded, sliding a little bit sideways so Nicholas could sit down next to him on the floor. 

Nicholas looks at you again, but his expression is unreadable to you. He's still just as mysterious to you as he was before. His friends have been talking about him, but you still can't see him as the person they portrayed him as.

He brought the card game UNO, which was one of your childhood games. You were glad that you didn't have to go through the painful journey of explaining the rules to you or anyone else, cause that would've taken forever, given that you never understood the rules at first.

Harua opens up a can of beer for everyone while Nicholas shuffles the cards in his hands. 

“Did you guys say beautiful things about me while I was away?” He asks while giving the cards to everyone.

“Yes, of course.” Maki takes a sip, this time from his own beer “I could only say good things about you, Nicho” 

Nicholas chuckles sarcastically “Right”

Maki lets out a hum “By the way” He kisses his teeth, setting his can down “I was just about to get on with talking about your sex life when you stepped in, man.”

The suddenly blurted out words makes your jaw almost drop, you start coughing on the beer. Harua immediately reaches to your back, patting it. 

“Why would you do that?” Nicholas asks him when you were done coughing and they made sure you were okay and not dying. 

Maki tilts his head “You would do it too if it was me”

It felt like listening to a private conversation, you could tell that Maki and Nicholas were way closer than they were with Harua, because he hasn't said any words in the past half an hour in this conversation. Just like you. 

“No, I absolutely wouldn't. Because I’m a good friend” Nicholas smirks at the boy beside him.

“Okay, well” Maki shrugs, pulling the glass to his lips “We all know you want to get y/n laid, I just wanted to prepare her. With words, obviously” 

You are glad there wasn’t any beer in your mouth, because right now you would surely be coughing and choking from it. Nicholas stops looking at his cards and glances at you, getting embarrassed at Maki’s words. 

For a moment, a very small moment, his whole body stills and his shoulders tense. But after, he drops them like nothing happened and ends up chuckling. “Y/n knows nothing about my sex life” he says casually.

Maki’s eyes drift to you, a mischievous glint in them “She would like to find out things about it though” 

“That's true” Harua joins the conversation in the worst way possible, taking a sip from his own beer. “She was asking stuff from me before”

You bury your face in your palms, absolutely speechless by their sudden bluntness. You are not sure if they're like this all the time or is it just the beer.

“Uno” Nicholas says firmly, throwing a red two at the top of the deck. 

“The way you talk about me is really concerning” you comment, looking at your cards. Fuck, you only have blue. You take up one.

“It's not our fault you are being obvious” Harua answers, putting down one of his five cards in his hands. “But this goes to Nicholas too. Seriously, you thought we would let the fact slide that you never introduced any girl to us?”

Nicholas smiles and bites down his lip, dropping his last card after Maki takes up one from the deck “I won” he ignores what Harua said, and stretches his arms above his head.

Harua rolls his eyes and stands up, beer can in his hands. “It's getting late. There will be a bunch of screaming children around me tomorrow, so I should use my time out and sleep.” he states “Maki, you are coming too” He demands, and Maki stands up and follows him out right away.

They leave the house, and suddenly it becomes all silent when the lock clicks. You and Nicholas stay on the floor across from each other, only about one metre between you. 

He looks at you with a straight face, his eyes dark again, just like they were when he said that thing about you being every guy's dream. 

“How many girlfriends have you had before?” You ask him, kind of all of a sudden. 

The question doesn't make him flinch, he doesn't take his eyes off of you either “I don't know. I only remember one”

“You don't know?”

“I had girls but they weren't really my girlfriends” 

You knew exactly what he meant by this, the things Harua told you at the airport flashes into your mind.

“What's your boyfriend's name?” He asks back.

You swallow hard. “EJ”

The thought of him makes you overly uncomfortable, especially now, in this… moment with Nicholas. Even the way he looks at you, he looks so possessive you could bear the sight of this every day. You squirm in your place, your jeans getting uncomfortable.

Nicholas's eyes trace down your neck to your chest, then back onto your face. He gulps, then says “EJ… What a disgusting name”

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, and he cracks a smile too. “Do you want to… tell me more about him?” He asks, suddenly getting shy.

You bob your head anyways. You weren't that vulnerable, but with Nicholas it was so easy. Too easy. You could tell him everything, and this went vice versa.

“What do you want to know?” You ask, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.

He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. Then, when he gets the idea, he smirks at you “Do you guys do it?”

You knit your eyebrows. “What?”

He shifts, leaning a bit closer to you so he can whisper. “You know… You said he wants children and stuff”

You shrug, trying to keep your demeanor nonchalant “I— well—” you swallow.

He sees you fidgeting with your shirt out of anxiety, and he grabs your wrist to make you stop. Both yours and his eyes fall to the place where the skin gets in contact, and you look up into each other's eyes at the same time too. He was still leaning close to you, and it seems like he even shifted closer cause now your knees were also touching as you sat on the floor with crossed legs.

You gulp hard as he caresses your palm with his fingers “Stop that” he commands, and you nod.

After a few moments, you finally swallow the lump in your throat and find your voice again. “We do a couple of stuff…but…” you shrug, but he isn't satisfied with the answer.

He looks at you expectedly, something soft lingering in his gaze. “But?” he whispers. He puts his palm on your knee and presses down, tilting his head.

You hold eye contact, swallowing again. “He never liked me enough to do that” 

His eyes drop down to your knees, shifting closer. Then, he gets on fours so he can get even closer to you slowly, pressing a gentle kiss on your jaw. “Does he do that?” he whispers close to your ear, and you feel a shiver going down on your spine at the vibration of his voice.

You shake your head “Usually not”

Nicholas gets closer, this time licking your earlobe slightly. He was shy with it, the lick was so gentle you could almost not feel it. “Does he do this?” he asks after, and you shake your head again.

He moves down slowly, and you couldn't help but let him do whatever he wants to. You were so shocked by this that you didn't even take in what was even happening, not fully yet. 

He hovers over your neck for a while, still being on all fours. He clearly hesitates, but then he decides to do it and he presses his wet lips to your thyroid bulge, sucking on it ever so slightly. You tilt your head back and it hits the edge of the bed, letting your mouth hang open as he works his mouth on your neck, wandering sideways and up and down too.

He backs up after a few wet kisses, just so he can look up into your eyes and say breathlessly “Does he do this, y/n?” 

You shake your head and let your hands get into his strawberry hair, pushing him back and urging him to continue what he did before, chasing the feeling of his lips on your neck.

And he does just as you wish him to, putting one of his hands on the back of your neck so he can hold you while he kisses and licks all over your neck. He sucks on a spot, and you just hope it won't give you a mark.

Then he moves even lower, his lips finding the exposed skin above your t-shirt, aka your collar bone. He licks on it too, you feel like you are entering heaven. When he stops, he lets go of your neck and sits up. “Does he do that?” He asks, this time his voice becomes a little hoarse as he speaks.

You shake your head slowly. You can't stop staring into his eyes. He looks like a cat, but only just a tiny bit. You swallow, finding it hard to speak. Also, you are sure your whole face is red at this point.

“Nicho” you whisper, or whine when you feel his hands on your hips, ready to get you out of your t-shirt. 

He stops immediately and looks at you.

You shake your head steadily, a kind of disappointment in your eyes when you remember Harua's words from the airport earlier, and also Nicholas's, which confirmed the theories. “I don't want to be one of your girls” you say, voice cracking by the time you finish the sentence. “I'm not like that”

He drops his gaze, jaw clenching in frustration. You could see the way thoughts clouded his mind all of a sudden. “Y/n… you wouldn't be just one of my girls” he says, his voice being soft again.

You feel your stomach drop at that, but looking into his eyes you could see that he was telling you the truth. He was being honest and vulnerable, and you found yourself bobbing your head and insisting him to continue. 

Nicholas takes off your shirt in no time, and his eyes drop to your chest immediately. His eyes were filled with hunger, and he shifts and gets on his knees so he can undo your bra too. While he reaches behind your back, you run your eyes through his shoulders and neck, and you sniff him slightly. Nicholas always smells so good, you already noticed that on the first week when you went to his house for surfing lessons. He always wears the same cologne, seems like he knows what he likes and sticks with it.

When he drops your bra to the floor, he backs up again, looking at your freed titties with admiration in his eyes. Then without a warning he lowers his head and sucks on your right nipple. You arch your back at the sudden friction, letting out a breathy moan. His lips wrap around your hard nipple, sucking your titty in as much as he can while he cups the other one softly with his other hand. He massages it, but he's subtle with it. His mouth may be a little aggressive and hungry, but he's a whole other person with his hands. Nicholas for sure knows how to please a woman. “Fuck, y/n, you have the most perfect tits I ever seen” he mumbles, and you feel the vibration in his voice in your whole body.

You close your eyes, sinking in the amazing feeling. Your tit is now fully covered in his hot saliva. When he looks up, his mouth is plump and wet, and it makes your thighs clench together in desperation. 

His eyes are hazy when he asks, “Does…does he do this?” 

“No” you moan out when his other hand cups your other breast too, massaging both at the same time.

You straighten your legs, so now he's kneeling between them. 

“Open your eyes” he commands with a firm voice when he sees your head being thrown back onto the edge of the bed, getting lost in the feeling of his big palms on your tits. You obey him again, opening your eyes just to face him possessively looking down at you.

He lets go of your breasts, and you want to cry out at the loss of his hands. At the same time, you are glad you have time to catch your breath. Not too much though, because he shifts back so he can lower his head to kiss on your stomach, just right under your chest. 

You let out a moan, hands finding his hair again. He licks the spot he kissed, then starts to make a path of saliva with his tongue, going down back to the edge of your sweatpants.

“Babe” he whispers, and you are very near to losing your mind. You look down at him, finding him looking up at you while his mouth hovers above your pants. “Can you lay on the bed, pretty please?” 

He doesn't have to say it twice. You stand up while he stays kneeling on the same spot. Nicholas watches you lay on the bed, head now thrown back against the wall. You spread your legs slightly, teasing him.

He looks even more mesmerizing in the dim light, now that the sun almost fully went down and the only light was a reading light of a standing lamp next to his bed. Clouds were filling the sky, dark clouds. You could hear a few droplets of rain knock on the roof, and there wasn't much light coming in from outside, only the sound of rain and wind.

He smirks at you and puts his elbows next to your body to cage your lower half while he licks on your stomach again, earning a satisfied whimper from you. Nicholas hooks his fingers onto your pants and pulls it down, hinting small kisses at the edge of your lacy panties now. 

You feel your wetness between your thighs, and you are sure he also noticed it. He goes lower, and you watch as he presses his lips to the wet patch forming on your panties. You shift your body lower, pushing yourself to his face more and more. His tongue works fast, and you already see stars even though he only started just now, though a fabric. 

That part kind of feels ridiculous. 

He moves back, breathing heavily as his eyes never leave your core. He pulls down your panties with one move, revealing your aching core. “Please” you mutter, your voice barely even audible but he still hears it and smirks.

He eyes your wet pussy, your juices already dripping down on your folds. “All wet for me, hm?” Nicholas hums, satisfied with the view. 

He hovers closer, his nose bumping onto your clit teasingly. “Have you ever been this wet for him, jagiya?”

“Never” You breathe out, trying to restrain yourself from moaning, but your chest rising then falling heavily betrays you.

Nicholas finally gives your aching core a lick, looking up to see your reaction. Your head flies back, eyes closing in pleasure. A guttural moan leaves your mouth as his hot tongue darts out again, slowly licking you from your hole to your clit. When you look down, you are faced with those pretty eyes that you have been admiring ever since you first saw them.

You never thought you would see them in a kind of situation like this ever, but the fantasy was always hiding in the back of your mind. Now that it finally happened, you could admit that they were an even better sight than you imagined.

“Fuck, Nicholas” you mumble as he gives you another lick, now getting deeper. His nose bumps onto your clit with every lick, but his eyes never leave yours. “Your eyes… they're so pretty”

He sucks on your clit, and your thighs are beginning to tremble. You try to close them, caging his head between your legs, but he stops them and sets them down on the bed with a firm movement, nails digging into your skin.

Nicholas sucks on your folds, and you can't do anything else other than letting the sounds escape you, and letting your hands run through his strawberry hair. You grind on his face when he shoves his tongue inside of you. He stops the movements with his head as you start grinding, riding his tongue in a steady rhythm. 

You already could feel your orgasm getting closer, Nicholas being able to take you to your climax with only his tongue kinda surprising you. But before that could happen, he pulls out of you with his tongue and smiles at you with that teethy smirk he always does. You whimper at the loss, prompting yourself on your forearms so you could see him better.

“You thought I’m going to make you come with my tongue, and that's all?” He asks, one eyebrow going up. 

You gulp, feeling your stomach knotting. 

“If that's the case, you were wrong” he laughs, looking up and down your naked body. “I'm taking my time. If the thing you said is true, you were never really pleased” he grabs your hips, pulling you down from the bed onto his lap. “You deserve to know how good it feels like” you put your hands on his shoulders, and he looks up at you.

All this time, this was the first moment you truly felt conscious about how exposed you were, while he had all of his clothes on still. “What do you mean?” you ask, voice low. 

“You know what I mean” he teases, vaguely rolling his hips — still in his sweatpants — upwards, so you could feel his hard bulge with your bare pussy. 

He looks down at your chest, looking at your breasts like they're the best things he has ever seen in his life. “Jagiya, I always wanted to do this. Since the moment I saw you” he admits, pinching your nipple with two of his fingers, making you hiss. 

He bites down his lips, grinding up again. “Fuck” he cusses before he gestures you to get off of him. You do as quickly as possible, and he takes off his shirt. Your eyes fall on his toned chest, it's not like you haven't seen it before during lessons, but seeing it like this was way different. You would admire it, but then he takes off his sweatpants with his boxers too. 

You gulp again, your throat getting dry at the sight all of a sudden. He isn't that big, I would rather say average. 

But still, this is like your… second time with a man, and you haven't seen cock in a long time, which was kinda embarrassing. Nicholas didn't look bothered in any way, though.

He looks at you and gives his cock a few strokes before asking “Missionary or cowgirl?”

Your eyebrows shoot up at the sudden question. “What?”

“Whatever, just come here” he urges, pulling you back onto his lap by your hips. 

When he sees the hesitation on your face, he lets go of you “Is everything okay? We don't have to do it if you are not ready” 

You melt internally at his sweetness, the constant checks up making you shy. But you would never miss out on this opportunity. Ever. “I'm okay I just… I haven't done it in a long time” you let out an awkward giggle at the confession, but he still doesn't back up.

“It's okay” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear “I will be gentle”

You nod, feeling way better now. You bite down your lower lip when you sink down on his cock, grabbing onto his shoulders with both of your hands. He lays against his bed on the floor, this time he is the one who throws his head back. 

He clearly tries with all of his strength to not move and fuck into you, and you pretty much appreciate that. You try to get adjusted to his length when you fully sink down, taking deep breaths.

“Are you… are you alright?” he asks, voice shaky. 

You bob your head heavily, letting out a whine “Shit, yes, yes I am”

When he sees you calming down a little bit, he begins to move, grabbing onto your hips while he vaguely grinds up, rolling his hips into you.

You let out a small moan, burying your head onto the crook of his neck, your bodies melting onto each other. 

Your chest is pressed against his, nipples still rock hard. He sets a steady rhythm. Sometimes he gets out of his tempo and fucks just a little too hard, but then reminds himself that he has to be soft with you. And he keeps his promise, he is gentle. 

“Fuck, you are so tight” he grumbles out, collapsing onto you as his rhythm gets fucked up again. He fucks deep into you, feeling every inch of your wet pussy around him. He hits your spot with every move too, giving you a feeling you never felt before.

You can't even say anything, your mouth just hangs open while messy moans leave it. You throw your head back, and when you clench around him, he whimpers. 

He lets out small cries amongst his high pitched moans, and you grab him by his hair to tilt his head back and look into his eyes. “Are you crying?” you ask.

He doesn't answer, just frowns with his lips as he lets out a muffled moan again, looking away from you. But you tilt his head back again, grabbing him by his neck and keeping him like that so he can look at you. He speeds up a little bit, but still keeping it gentle while he is feeling you up, you being on his lap, bouncing on him so perfectly. “Does EJ do this? Hm?” he breathes, and you answer with a loud moan as you shake your head.

You look into each other's eyes as you hold him down by his thigh to gesture to him to stop. He stops immediately, breathing heavily. You run your hands on his chest, then on his worked out abs. You lift yourself then drop down on his cock again, making him cuss and grunt. 

“Do that again, jagiya, please” he begs, and you redo your movements from before. You speed up after a few messy ups and downs, earning him to moan out your name multiple times as you ride him.

When he gets used to the rhythm of you using his cock, he kisses your collarbone again, then moves to your neck to suck on it and leave marks all over it. You don't deny it.

“Fuck, I’m close” he mumbles and whimpers again, looking up at you, then down on your chest, seeing the way your tits bounce every time you lift yourself then sink down again. He was enjoying being used like this, he bites down his bottom lip hungrily. He grabs you by your hips and sets you down on the floor suddenly, trapping you by putting both of his hands next to your head while he's still inside of you. 

He rolls his hips, his balls tapping against your wetness every time he bottoms out. “I would never hurt you, y/n” he admits vulnerably, his breath caressing your neck. Your body moves up and down on the floor, feeling the roughness of the rug on your back. It's going to burn later. 

“If you stay with me” he continues “I will never treat you like that— fuck—” he cusses, moving his hands to your hips and digging his nails into your skin as he lifts you up a little bit so he can get deeper in, a better position for both of you.

“Can I…can I come inside you, pretty baby?” he asks you suddenly.

You nod your head, looking up at him with a hazy gaze, observing the way one strand of his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He looks down at you when he reaches his climax, giving you a deep and slow last thrust that makes you arch your back. He crumbles onto you, head burying onto the crook of your neck. 

You feel his delicate cum filling you up, covering your walls. The thought makes you come too, your juices mixing together. 

You stay like that laying down a little more, your bodies hugging. Then, after a few minutes of gathering yourself together, he pulls out of you and sits down back against his bed. You get up too, legs trembling when you drop down next to him on the floor, head against the edge of his bed while you both face the ceiling.

Nicholas looks at you with hazy eyes, like his mind is filled with multiple different thoughts at the same time and he can't decide which one to voice out first. 

You reach out your hand, wiping a tear from his cheek. 

He cringes and drops his gaze to the floor, feeling embarrassed by begging and crying to you. 

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, tilting your head.

He looks up at you again, swallowing hard before he milks the words out of himself. “Do you still want to be with him?” he asks, and your eyebrows shot up “I mean, after this”

For a moment, your mind wanders. Did he do all of this to impress you? Because as much as you have a whole damn boyfriend, it might have worked. Then, you remember that your boyfriend is actually a dickhead and you would leave him anytime.

“I don't want to be with him at all,” you reply, shaking your head.

Nicholas straightens his back and looks at you with sparking eyes and a huge smile on his face. “Great. Tell him that you guys are done, and I’ll eat you out again”

You laugh at his suggestion, but deep down you know you would and will do it “Woah, all of a sudden?”

He knits his eyebrows together, like he was confused by your answer. “Yeah? Why not?”

“Over call?”

“No, over text. He was always a dickhead, wasn't he? He deserves it” Nicholas says and reaches up, caressing your face softly. “Right now” he adds.

You roll your eyes playfully before getting up to walk over to your bag and get your phone out. His eyes never leave your curvy body as you stand up, admiring you the whole time.

You quickly type the text onto the chats between you and EJ, but you don't send it yet. Nicholas sees you hesitating, and he pulls you by your ankle, gesturing to get back down on the floor.

He watches your screen when you sit down back to him closely. 

“I don't know what to write,” you sigh.

He shrugs, just wanting this to be over as soon as possible “I feel like you should tell him everything. Tell him that he's an asshole and that you don't want to be with him anymore. Oh, and that you love me” 

He smirks, and you shove him away by his shoulder playfully, but you still type in what he said. Most of the things. 

After a while, you form your text and send it to EJ, but then Nicholas offers to put the phone down. So you two end up talking about whatever, mostly your upcoming plans for the next few days. 

You two decide that it's for the best if you don't tell Maki and Harua right away, and maybe you should try living together for a while. EJ won't leave the house you two bought in Hawaii, and you don't have anywhere else to go. Plus, you have been spending almost all of your days by Nicholas's house, so it's not going to make a difference. 

Now he went to take a shower, and you are sitting by the window sill (dressed up now), watching the rain falling down into the dark night. 

You wonder about a lot of things, firstly about the upcoming days. You never thought Hawaii could bring you so many new opportunities for new starts, in so many ways. You are also not sure if your therapist will like to hear about this whole thing, but that's his problem.

There's one thing that you are sure about: you are happier than ever. You like Nicholas, and just because at first it looked like it was something forbidden, it doesn't mean it can't be fun at the end.

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[winterywrites]

we're…dating! | nakakita yuma

summary: you just bumped into your insufferable ex and yuma is next to you, so what are you going to do? rope yuma into becoming your boyfriend, of course!

pairing: nakakita yuma x reader

genres & tropes: friends to ????, fluff, fake dating

word count: 1553 (excluding summary)

author's thoughts: sorry for disappearing... everyone... hehe...

“Yeah, I’m actually dating Yuma right now,”

You put on your biggest (fakest) smile as you hug Yuma’s arm while staring at your ex, who has been bothering you ever since the breakup six months ago. You can feel Yuma’s eyes on you – instead of returning the eye contact, you continue to smile at your ex while silently praying that Yuma would just get along with the lie. 

And also mentally sighing, because what you thought was a short run to a convenience store to buy your favourite chips turns into bumping into Yuma (which is not a bad thing, it’s just that… you just don’t want to see anyone right now), then… your ex.

Is it so hard for a girl to live in peace? You just want to buy snacks to eat while watching Studio Ghibli movies, to wind down after a long week…

“Is this… for real?”

Your ex asks in disbelief. You eagerly nod, and look at Yuma who just shifted his eyes away from you – brightly, hoping that your ex can see the love (nonexistent) in your eyes.

“Yeah. I’m dating her now. We’ve been keeping it low for a while, because you know, she’s trying to process her emotions and things. And private, because we don’t want people talking,”

Yuma’s words make you feel relieved and extremely grateful to him for going along with the act. And also to heaven, because you’re being blessed with a friend that’s quick witted and able to read the room. 

“You guys are lying, there’s no way– there’s no way she’ll be in love with you, dude,”

“I think you’re the one who’s lying. To yourself, by the way. Because we’re very much in love with each other, right, baby?”

Yuma looks at you, and you nod at him while your lips curl into an even bigger smile. Your cheeks are definitely going to be sore after this interaction ends, you think to yourself, as you’re smiling really wide and keeping it steady to show that you’re extremely happy (pretending, actually).

“There’s no way, Y/N. You– we were so in love with each other! You– you’re such a fucking traitor,”

Your ex moves closer to you while getting emotional – his voice raised, eyes looking like it’s going to pop out of its socket, and face reddened. Yuma instantly steps forward, hiding you behind his back as he pushes your ex away.

“Hey. I don’t appreciate you accusing my girlfriend of such things,”

“Fuck off dude!”

“Or what? Are you going to throw a punch on me or something? For protecting my girlfriend? I can definitely take punches, but are you ready to take mine?”

You shut your eyes tightly – why men often resort to violence to settle things? You hope that Yuma’s words are just an empty threat, to get your ex off you and leave you alone. Because if not… you’re definitely in for the long night.

Yuma steps forward to intimidate your ex more, causing you to panic – you instantly tugs on his hand to gain his attention. Once his eyes are on you, you desperately shake your head, hoping that it would stop Yuma from starting the fight.

“You know what. On second thought, both of you fit each other well. A bitch and a playboy, what a good combination,”

Yuma raised his fist upon hearing your ex addressing you as bitch – your eyes turned wide and you immediately wrapped your arms around Yuma’s waist tightly, before you forced him to take a few steps back with you.

“Let’s not fight, please. Please. Please, Yuma,”

“He called you a bitch.”

“Nakakita Yuma, please. No. Please,”

You heave a relieved sigh when you watch Yuma slowly lowering his fist, before glaring at your ex for bringing trouble to you. Your ex chuckles, and childishly throws both of his middle fingers in the air before exiting the convenience store.

“Why did you date a fucking loser?”

“I regretted it. I really am. Thanks for stepping in, Yuma. I’ll… pay for whatever you’re going to buy as a thank you,”

“If I want to buy this store?”

You badly want to roll your eyes at his words, but he helped you earlier, so you can’t act all sassy to the man who just saved you from your ex.

“Whatever you’re going to reasonably buy as a thank you,”

Yuma chuckles as you clarify yourself, while you sigh and shake your head – exhausted with your ex and Yuma’s antics.

“There’s no need. And I’m sorry for getting too carried away. I’m allergic to men who can’t respect boundaries,”

“Please, let me pay for something as a thank you,”

“No. Let me pay for you instead. You deserve a treat after… meeting with that kind of man.”

“...Huh?”

You’re caught off guard at his words, because not only he refuses to let you treat him as a thank you – he’s also offering to treat you for having such a bad encounter with your ex.

“Pick anything, Y/N.”

Yuma then left you after saying that, heading to the aisle he intended to go earlier before being roped into becoming your boyfriend. You watch Yuma as he hums while walking away – another sigh escapes your lips, before you decide to accept his offer and begin picking your snacks. You then follow him around in silence – he did a few rounds in the convenience store before finally heading to the counter to pay.

“Do you need these to be packed separately?”

The cashier asks after confirming that Yuma is paying for yours, and Yuma shakes his head as a response.

“Eh? Separately, please.”

“I’m walking you home, so there’s no need for that. Just pack it together, please.”

You look at Yuma with a puzzled face, and Yuma chuckles at your reaction before he points outside with his eyes. You instantly realize what’s going on and roll your eyes – you’re about to seriously throw a tantrum, because why the hell is your ex waiting for you outside the convenience store?

“Sorry for troubling you, Yuma,”

“Nah. I have to get my 10k steps anyway. Let’s go,”

Both you and Yuma thank the cashier before Yuma reaches his arm out – you quickly understand what he’s hinting on, and lightly hug his arm just like you did earlier.

“Thank you again, Yuma,”

Yuma just smiles at you. Both of you exited the convenience store, and you can immediately see your ex’s figure from the corner of your eyes.

“Don’t be so tense. Pretend like he’s not here, or else he’ll notice that you’re lying. If he’s not an idiot,”

Yuma said in a hushed voice – if it wasn’t you being close to him, you definitely would’ve missed his words. You exhaled a deep sigh, trying to loosen up all the muscle and make yourself appear relaxed, while tightening your grip on Yuma’s arms.

Both of you walked in silence – you’re too stressed to say anything, and Yuma noticed that, so he didn’t bother breaking the silence. You guide Yuma into your apartment building, and bring him to the front of your house – just in case if your ex is watching both of you, somewhere.

“Thanks, Yuma.”

“It’s… nothing. Glad I can help. Let me know if he’s still bothering you, yeah?”

Yuma hands the plastic bag to you after stuffing his snacks in his hoodie’s pockets, making you chuckle as he looks like a big belly penguin right now.

“I don’t think he’ll bother me… at least for now,”

“Okay. But if he does… Don't hesitate to call me, okay?”

“Alright. Will do,”

“Great. Get inside first,”

You nod, and waved him goodbye before closing the door. Instead of making your way to the living room, you stand in front of the door while pressing your lips into a thin line – you’re contemplating on whether to say your thoughts out loud, or not. Another deep sigh escapes your lips before you open your door, and quickly turns your head around to find Yuma.

“Yuma!”

Lucky for you, Yuma isn’t that far – maybe because he’s carrying lots of snacks in his pocket, so he walks slowly.

“Yeah?”

Yuma turns his head to you, and waddles back to your door.

“I– I, uh. Thank you. For stepping in, and for being a gentleman. I– I didn’t think that you’ll actually play along… so I'm… grateful. Thank you,”

“It’s… truly nothing, Y/N. It’s an honour to be your fake boyfriend for 10 minutes,”

“Huh?”

“And I will do anything, actually, to save a pretty girl in distress.”

Yuma shot a flirty wink at you, causing you to laugh before you shake your head. There’s a reason why Yuma earned his title as a playboy in the campus – he smoothly flirts with everyone, and by everyone, you mean literally everyone. You vividly remember how red Jo’s face when Yuma flirted with him – that boy keeps fanning himself with his book despite the hall being cold as hell.

“Flirty boy. Playboy.”

“Your flirty boy. Your playboy, Y/N.”

Yuma winked again, making a chuckle escape from your lips.

“Whatever. Good night, Yuma.”

“Good night, Y/N. Dreams of me, maybe I’ll be your real boyfriend in that dream of yours?”

“Don’t push your luck, Yuma,”

“Well, a man can dream.”

additional notes: thank you for reading till the end <3

© all rights reserved. winterywrites. est sept 2025

[minhosimthings]

My Moon, My man || 18+

Synopsis: The First Princess of Phileon was a rather heavy title to bear. Especially when you wanted to become Queen. In a world where you were starved of power, your knight was the only one who supported your bloody endeavours. But was it his fealty that did it, or was it his heart?

Pairing: Knight!Nicholas × Princess!reader, includes members of &Team and Haruto of Treasure

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, wet dream (m), masturbation (f), p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), cumming inside, fingering, BIG DIH NICHO EYYY (i have a thing ok), hair-pulling, virginity loss, dom!nicho, sub!fem!reader, themes of war and bloodshed (descriptions of gore towards the end), reader is EXTREMELY power hungry, me portraying Haruto as a piece of shit I promise I love him irl he's my baby, YEARNINGGGGGG, dramatic ahh verses

A/N: MONA &TEAM DEBUT YALLLLLL this fic is my child and i love her. Big shoutout to my baby Kayz @wichujunseo for listening to me scream about knight weno and then proceed to not write about him. Tagging @frenchkisstheabyss because nicho is her man. I'm very happy to FINALLY be joining &teamblr y'all are so cool here please adopt me. As always, enjoy my darlings!

Word Count: 15k (im so sorry but poetic verse gang, smut itself was 3k)

SERIES MASTERLIST

“How many days has it been since you’ve eaten properly?”

You didn’t bother lifting your head from the giant encyclopedia to see who stood before you. You’d have recognised that voice from a mile away, the same low tone that had always scolded you with soft words.

“Enough to not die.” You responded, tracing over a lengthy paragraph, “This is the last one, I promise.” You looked up to flash him a winsome smile, only for it to falter as you met his soft gaze.

Truly, the most dangerous knight in all the kingdom was soft as chocolate pudding for the princess he pledged his fealty to.

Nicholas Wang.

What had you done to deserve Nicholas Wang?

“Don’t look at me like that,” You mumbled, ducking behind your book. He sighed and stepped closer, the scent of paper clinging to him from hauling half the archives of the library to your desk. He was dressed casually today, a white shirt and black trousers. The golden hilt of his sword caught the chandelier’s light, matching his hair.

“Your Highness,” Nicholas said, a chiding tone to his voice, “you’ve been here since dawn. It's nearly dusk now.” He closed the encyclopedia and slid it away, “Nothing good will come from torturing yourself.” 

“I’m not–” You stopped short at the sight of his furrowed brow. Maybe you were taking this way too seriously. 

But how could you not? At long last, your father had promised to let you take part in Court if you could memorise the entire genealogy, history and culture of the four key kingdoms which bordered yours, all in a month. 

From Nicholas’ point of view, this was no difficult task for you. If you were the same princess he had seen engaged in debate at banquets with nobles, kings and queens twice your age and experience, then you could have accomplished this with ease. A royal daughter was meant only for marriage and as an advisory to her kingly husband, and you were brought up on wars, territorial conquests, treaties and the usual. You were brought up to be the one sitting on the throne.

“Hot chocolate?” Nicholas asked, “I’ll ask Marcille to make you some if you have supper. And no.” He raised a brow as you opened your mouth, “Cheese and crackers do not count as a meal.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms with a faint pout dancing on your lips. Adorable, Nicholas thought.

“Well,” You sighed dramatically, “I cannot disobey the great knight Nicholas can I?” Your lips morphed into a cheeky smile, "Strongest in all the realm, youngest blood to ever grace the ranks of Phileon, the lone wolf of—” 

“Alright alright.” Nicholas crooned, ears red as ever, “Shall we, Your Highness?” He extended a hand forward. 

“Since when do you call me ‘Your Highness’?” You chuckled, taking his hand and standing up. His palms were rougher than yours, scarred all over, as was expected of any good knight who had been through the terrors of war, no matter how young he was. You always told him his scars looked like lightning bolts, something that made blood rush to his cheeks. 

“Since I realised I am your personal knight and not your friend?” His words sounded hurtful, but you knew he only jested. Nicholas was the greatest friend you had that was your age, and you always believed your friendship transcended the knight-princess relationship. 

“Ha ha.” You deadpanned. Draping your shawl over your shoulders, you cast a look at the towering bookshelves of the grand library, sick of it now that you had spent a month camped in its corners. 

“I don’t think I’ll be coming back here ever again.” You walked out of the library, with Nicholas trailing behind you, “The very smell makes me want to throw up.”

“I believe that’s the hunger speaking.” Nicholas commented, walking painfully slow to keep his position behind you.

That’s where he’d always remain, a fleeting thought came again. Behind you. Not beside you, not your equal, not worthy enough for you. If only, Nicholas often thought, if only lady luck had favoured him, he would have been up in that dais of princes all competing for your hand, competing for the throne. He didn’t give a damn about the throne. All he wanted was you. 

“Nichoooo.” You stopped in front of him in the empty hallway to the dining room, “Earth to Nicho.” You snapped your fingers in his face, “What’s gotten you in a spiral all of a sudden?” 

Nicholas stared at you, your features illuminated by the soft light of the candle. The moon was as good as full tonight, its sheen filtering through the grand windows and making you look angelic. 

Perhaps in another universe, he could have crawled into your arms and wrapped himself in the warmth like ivy, catching your laughter in the air and bottling it for himself. Perhaps in another universe, he was yours and you were his, ordinary people doing ordinary things. But in this one, he was your war torn knight, and you were his liege to serve and to protect. 

“It’s nothing. Just dreaming about my bed again.” You rolled your eyes and punched his arm playfully.

“You got me all worried, you idiot.” You laughed, leaning against the wall, “May I ask you something?” He nodded gently, leaning next to you, “Do you–” You took a breath, “do you think I’d make a good ruler?” There was silence, and you laughed crudely at yourself, “Forget I asked, it’s a stupid quest–”

“I think–” Nicholas’ voice was as tranquil as the air, “–you would make a great ruler.” You turned your head to face him, those familiar eyes of perpetual calm, never once had you ever seen them falter.

 “You know I would never jest with you.” He said, faded scars on his cheek glimmering in the light, “Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Phileon.” He placed his hand on his chest and bowed deep, much to your surprise. You stayed silent. What could you even say? 

Queen of Phileon, how melodic those words sounded to your ears. 

How often had you gazed at the ruby crested throne in the main hall, with absolute adoration in your eyes? The throne meant power, and you were starved of power. You weren’t about to give it up to your dimwit of a younger brother, on the mere fact that he was a son and you were not.

“Sometimes,” You put your hand on his shoulder, making him stand back upright, “I think you’d make a fine accomplice to usurp the throne with.” Your hand slid down to brush his sword hilt, "First Knight of the Realm, Nicholas….” You looked up at him, “Has a nice ring to it doesn't it?” You retracted your hand as soon as you met his gaze, “I’d give you the title if I ever became Queen.”

Though he knew you were kidding, Nicholas didn't really mind encouraging the idea of overthrowing your younger brother, the crown prince.

He still remembered the day you asked the King for permission to participate in Court proceedings. The King’s cold laugh, his brief remark on women not befitting politics, the look of defeat on your face—Nicholas would have ran his blade through the highest man in the land for you right there and then.

And then the King had asked him for his opinion. “What say you, Nicholas?” The King leaned back in his throne, “Shall we let our princess meddle in the affairs of men?”

‘Let her meddle.’ Nicholas remembered thinking, ‘Let her meddle and you will have an empire far greater than any other to have existed in history.’  

And so the challenge had been set—one month and a thousand rituals to memorise, all because of Nicholas’ sweet words landing perfectly in the King’s ears. Which is how he had ended up here, looking into the eyes that always steadied the ground beneath his feet. 

“So you’ll play favourites when you are Queen.” He said, closing his eyes in faux disappointment, “How un-diplomatic of you, Your Highness.”

“Oh come now.” You scoffed, walking towards the dining hall, “As if you would like to lead armies and attain great glory.” He laughed, “They didn’t call you the lone wolf for nothing.” 

“A pitiful moniker, is it not sister?” 

Nicholas’ smile disappeared as fast as lighting at the sight of the man leaning against the doorframe of the dining room, all cocky tongue and no mind to prove it (at least in Nicholas’ high opinion). How such a man shared blood with you, he could never understand.

“Wow.” His voice was lazy and prosaic like a cat’s, “Haven’t seen me all month and not so much as a hello? Some step-sister you are.” 

“Haruto.” You nodded, forcing a polite smile, “I trust your expedition to Eldanith was successful.” 

“Oh it was more than successful.” Haruto scoffed, “They were practically begging to trade with us by the time I was done with them.” 

Yes, with the plans I designed, you asshole. You forced your thoughts down, “As expected of our crown prince.” 

“You flatter me.” Haruto smiled, “And Nicholas!” A smirk adorned Haruto’s youthful face, “How have you been, our lone wolf?” 

My lone wolf, you thought, not ours. You shook it off though, it wasn't like Nicholas belonged to you or anything.

“Fine, Your Highness.” Nicholas held not a hint of emotion in his voice. 

“Don’t be so cold now, old boy.” Haruto laughed, “We are friends, are we not?” 

“I do not know, Your Highness.” Nicholas responded, “To me, you are merely the brother of the liege I serve.” He bowed his head in feigned servility.

“Is that so?” Your brother grimaced, his eyes flicking to you, “My my sister, you’ve acquired a golden guard dog for yourself.” He pushed himself off the doorframe and stood up straight, as if to intimidate you with his towering frame, “How lucky you are.” 

“It is all due to the graciousness of His Majesty, the King.” You said, “Now you must excuse me brother, I am famish–”

“Your test for a seat in Court is tomorrow, is it not?” Haruto bent down to your eye level, a particularly irritating thing he used to do before his belittling began, “I wish you good luck and if ever you need any counselling—” He stood back straight, “—I am always available.” He had held out the red flag like a matador, “Good night, dearest sister.” 

You were not one to be easily baited into a storm of fury, but by God did your brother come close. Nothing would have pleased you more than to unsheath a dagger and let it dance across his neck. You wanted his power. You wanted his blood. 

“My lady?” Nicholas said gently, as you stared off in the direction Haruto had headed off in, “Are you alright?”

Silence followed for a minute before a shaky sigh broke it. “I have to be, don’t I?” Your laugh came hollow, “I swear, one day–” Your voice dropped to a whisper lest the walls listen in, “–I will tear that bastard’s heart out from his chest.” 

You turned to him, and Nicholas would have burned the world down for you at that moment. His hand moved as if it had a mind of its own, to brush away the stray tear on your cheek. For the world, you had to be the regal first princess, as constant and unmoving as the Northern Star. He was the one that you could soften your defenses around, lower the drawbridge and let the legions in.

“You will.” Nicholas squeezed your hand, “One day, you will do all that and more.” His warm smile made your chest feel lighter, “For now, how about hot chocolate?” 

You smiled, wiping your face, your ears turning hot from the sudden emotional outbreak. Nicholas’ hand was warm around yours, yet you tugged it away as if it were red hot. Nicholas withdrew as well. 

He was your knight, as you were his liege. 

Nothing more, nothing less. 

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Nicholas caressed your cheek with his slender, scarred fingers, his thighs rubbing against yours as he laid you back on the bed. You sunk back into the mattress, his body over yours, a hand cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, stroking the skin there, exposed from your ridden up robe. 

He paused for a second, nose brushing yours, breathless, looking down at your smile—a smile that was so beautiful that it rendered him speechless. 

“Nichooo,” Your whines were music to his ears as his gaze trailed slowly down, across your face, neck, collarbone, further and further until he was taking all of you in. He began to stroke the underside of your breast with his thumb, watching the way your body tensed under his feather-like touch. 

“Nicho—need you so bad.” You groaned, hands palming his biceps, “My knight.” Nicholas felt your hand palm his length, your thumb lazily dragged on the tip of his cock, “Is this making you feel good?" You asked him, your voice seductive as a siren’s as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

Nicholas kept a hand on your hip, using it as leverage as he slowly entered into you. He maintained a desperate pace, revelling in the way your walls hugged his cock so perfectly. 

“Nicho Nicho Nicho!” You gasped, arching into him, the air caught in his throat as his tongue found your nipple, “Love you so much Nicho, God I love you..”

“Princess I–”

Moonlight filtered in through the window, bathing everything in a soft filter as Nicholas sat up in his bed, chest moving up and down as he tried to calm his heart. Throwing his blanket off his body, his face burned as he saw the damp patch on his nightpants. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips as he got up and walked over to the washbasin.

Nicholas splashed his face with water a tad too aggressively, slapping himself awake. It must have been around 2 in the morning. He could hear owls singing their mysterious songs outside and the chirping of crickets. He stared at himself in the mirror, and then closed his eyes.

What the fuck had he dreamt about?

Locks of luscious hair sprawled against a pillow, thighs that he wanted round his neck, a face that brought him down to his knees as if to pray. You.

He shook his head, and breathed slowly, looking at himself in the mirror again.

“Idiot.” He scolded himself, “Absolute fucking idiot.” He dragged himself back to bed, collapsing into the mattress. Throwing an arm over his head, Nicholas sunk into his sheets, staring into the distance, hesitant to go back to sleep. Would he see you again? You in all your glory, resting on his bed like a deer asking to be hunted, he felt like a wolf on the loose.

“Ahh princess.” He chuckled, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” 

The moonlight bathed his room in soft filters. 

Nicholas dreamt of chocolate covered lips and an angel he could never have.

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Lone wolf, one of the many monikers Nicholas had earned before he began serving as your personal knight. Rumor claimed he had started fighting in Phileon’s army at fourteen, a scandalously young age. Nicholas neither confirmed nor denied the stories, preferring to leave you disappointed, pouting every time you pressed him for the truth. Fiction or not, he rose through the ranks quickly, gaining recognition for his solitary fighting style and rebellious nature.

You remembered the day your father introduced you to him, deciding at last that the First Princess of Phileon deserved more than the scraps left behind once her brother had finished with them. It was the eve of your seventeenth birthday and 17 year old Nicholas stood before you, all scars and clumsy courtesies. It had been almost six years now, you were 23 and he was still there by your side—for every single tea party, banquet and debate.

Nicholas had fought his battles with his sword and shield, but it was in the blinding light of the palace’s ballroom that he found a different kind of warrior.

He saw that warrior now as you walked the grand corridors, head held high. Your weapons were everything you had forced into your mind over the past month, and you hoped they would be enough for the war ahead.

“Your Highness.” Nicholas whispered behind you, as you both stood in front of the Great Hall’s doors, “You can do this.”

You glanced back at him with a small smile, before sucking in a breath and nodding at the soldiers to open the doors. You placed your hands over your dress and rolled back your shoulders. This was your future, you were going to grab it by its neck and take it for yourself.

“Her Royal Highness, the First Princess of Phileon!” The court herald’s voice boomed, as he bowed to you. You could hear Nicholas’ armour clank as he stopped at the foot of the door, leaving you alone to walk into the battlefield.

The grand hall stretched before you like a river of stone and gold, sunlight spilled through towering stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor. Each step you took echoed too loud, your heart was threatening to burst from its cage with how hard it was beating.

Ministers sat in rigid rows along the path. You recognized them all—some open and familiar, others closed and cold. The latter were loyal to your brother, no doubt scandalized by the very idea of allowing you to walk into this hall.

You kept your gaze forward; at the dais sat your father, draped in gold, a ruby-crested crown upon his head—the crown you coveted. Beside him lounged your brother, posture infuriatingly careless. To his right sat his mother, your father’s favored concubine, crowned by the son she bore him. He was no mourner at your mother’s funeral with her at his side.

“Your Majesty.” You reached the foot of the throne and bowed deep, "I greet the Sun of Phileon and thank him for the kindness he has bestowed upon me.”

“My daughter,” he said, eyes narrowing just a fraction, “I had hoped time might teach you restraint, yet here you stand." He gestured to the smaller throne beside him, your late mother’s seat. “Tell me—do you truly believe your intention alone can make you worthy of this throne?

Before you could speak, a minister to your left scoffed, “Your Majesty,” His lips curled, “perhaps we ask too much. After all, sentiment and softness are virtues of women, not of governance.” You turned your head slowly toward him, all you could see at that moment was red.

“Come now, Minister Halvern,” An earthly calmness laced your voice, “how often do men confuse cruelty with strength?” You smiled, “You sit there as head of defense, armored in titles and age, yet you fear the thought of a mere woman standing here?”

Nicholas swallowed a laugh at the Minister’s flushed face. Haruto watched on, not one quip came from him; you knew he was waiting for the moment you would slip.

“Do you claim sentimentality to be a kingly virtue then, daughter?” Your father’s laughter was a lion’s roar, “Then we shall fight the next war with tea cloths and puddings.”

“If emotion were weakness, Father, this kingdom would have fallen long ago.” You kept your gaze to your father’s, refusing to flinch away, “Or shall we all pretend that it was reason and logic alone that held these walls upright? Reason that never bled and never grieved to the point of invention?” Your nerves hummed beneath your skin, as the court held its breath to listen.

“Is it not compassion that gives policies their purpose? Does this court not debate everyday to protect the warmth of the people that make this kingdom thrive? If compassion is truly a woman’s flaw,” You glanced at the turnip coloured minister, “then His Majesty must apologise for having used it to bring glory to our kingdom.”

You returned your gaze to your father, who seemed to be studying you intently. He exhaled softly, the sound almost a laugh, though there was no mockery in it. He leaned back against the throne, fingers steepled, regarding you with a curious expression.

“Well said.” He proclaimed, “You’ve made your case quite clearly.” He rose, just slightly, resting his weight forward. “So we proceed as agreed gentlemen.” He swept his gaze over the ministers, “Go ahead and test the princess. Censure her in your wisdom and may your judgement be unclouded.”

You felt a quiet swell of pride settle within you, pulse thrumming from the exchange. Your eyes drifted almost unconsciously to the throne.

You could see yourself upon it, crown upon your head and you would hold it high no matter how heavy it was. Power was all you saw and it was all you lusted after.

Your vision shifted to the side, Haruto’s posture was rigid, the praise in the hall had not been meant for him, and he felt its absence keenly. You noticed the tightness of his jaw, the way his fingers curled and uncurled at his side. Internally, you were punching the air in victory.

From where he stood, Nicholas felt his heart betray him, no longer the steady, disciplined thing forged by years of war, but something restless and aching. It pressed hard against his ribs as he watched you, as though it sought you out instinctively, answering a call it had learned long ago and never forgotten. How he wished to shout it out, that it was his princess up there, adorned in radiance and wisdom.

Nicholas watched as you laughed politely, answering each and every question thrown to you as if it were normal conversation. You could have pressed the blade of a dagger to his chest and Nicholas wouldn't have minded; he would bring himself closer, lest you were feeling cold.

Love, honor, pain—were they not kin to a knight? Nicholas had pledged his fealty, never knowing love would be the vow denied to him.

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“Oh how I’ve missed you.” You exclaimed as you collapsed face-front onto your soft mattress, “My beloved partner.” 

“You do realise you are insane?” Nicholas shut the door after him, clearing his throat theatrically, “Have you consummated the wedding yet?” He barely managed to dodge the pillow that flew at his face. 

"At least my bed gives me some comfort.” You scrunched your nose at him before squishing your face between your pillows. Nicholas leaned against your bedroom wall, crossing his arms, his gaze drifting over you.

Locks of luscious hair sprawled against a pillow, thighs that he wanted round his–

“Sir Nicholas, I am talking to you!” The pillow hit him in the face this time, “Did something happen?” You sat up against the headboard, “You kept staring into space earlier too.” Your knight shook his head gently, diverting his eyes to the ground, “I’ve known you for six years now Nicho, tell me what happened.”

“Just–” He began, you're what happened princess, “—didnt get much sleep last night, my lady.” 

You studied him for a moment, and the excuse rang hollow. You tilted your head, unconvinced, but you did not press him any further. Instead you tapped the place next to you on the bed, “Lay down for a while.” 

Nicholas was someone who had been in more near-death events than anyone could ever imagine. However this would be what finally wiped him out.

“I would like to stay un-executed thank you very much my lady.”

“Oh sit down.” You repeated, firmer this time, “It’s not like you’re my husband or anything.”

Yep, this would be his swan song.

He hesitated for a moment, before pushing himself off the wall and crawling into bed, his movements slower than a turtle. It creaked a little too loudly as he sat, careful to keep his hands folded, his posture respectful, as though still on duty. You snorted.

“You look like a frightened deer.” You laid down next to him on your side, running your gaze over his figure. The room seemed to soften around the silence that fell, the distant hush of the palace, the muted glow of the lamps and the faint sounds of the kingdom's evening.

Nicholas eventually gave in to the comfort of the soft mattress, laying his head down on the pillow. You two often shared this familiar quiet after long days and finished duties. It was the silence of companionship, of knowing one did not have to perform or explain.

For your knight, it was a rare mercy. His shoulders eased, his breathing slowing as the calm wrapped around him, easing the strain he carried so often without complaint. What Nicholas would give to stay like this forever, in your presence, a knight and his princess laying on a bed under the same moonlight all the knights and princesses before them had admired.

“Nicho?”

“Hmm?” 

“Do you ever think about the future?” 

“Not really.” Nicholas stared at the ceiling, “Do you?”

“Only recently.” You said in a morose tone, “My friends from the East–” A breathy chuckle escapes you, “—their mothers keep going on about marriage and they keep sending me letters about it.” You sighed, “Say, when I get married, would you still be allowed to be my personal knight? Or is that something my future husband is supposed to do?”

Nicholas was quiet for a moment, the question settling between you like a stone dropped into still water. He shifted slightly, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

“I suppose that would depend,” he said carefully, “On what kind of husband he is. And what kind of court he keeps.”

He finally turned his head to look at you, expression gentle, almost shy. “If the question is whether I would want to remain by your side,” he continued, “the answer doesn’t change with the prospect of marriage. My fealty lies with you, my lady, no matter storm, ocean or desert,,” he chuckled, “or vows.” The candlelight softened the sharp lines of his face, catching along his cheekbone and the bridge of his nose.

“If,” Nicholas started again, “if you get married…..then I imagine things would change. But only if you wish them to.” He glanced away again as if to give you room to breathe, “But you’d make your own rules anyway, wouldn't you, princess?”

There was warmth in his eyes as he finally met your gaze, the way his mouth curved when he smiled made something deep in your chest flutter. Your knight looked so beautiful like this, soft as chocolate pudding.

“If indeed.” you echoed, tasting the word. After a beat, you let out a soft laugh. “I don’t know why everyone speaks of it as though it’s inevitable.” You looked away first, faintly flustered, unaware that you had already set his heart racing all over again.

“Did you see the throne today Nicholas?” Your gaze drifted upward, and Nicholas saw that familiar gleam in your eyes, “It caught the light so perfectly from where I was standing...”

“One day, Your Majesty,” His voice came like the rumble of the earth, “you will sit on that throne, and bathe in all its glory.” You found his eyes beautiful in a way that felt almost ache-like.

“You will stand with me, won't you?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, “No matter how much blood must be shed?”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, softly, “As I said,” He turned to rest on his side, “my fealty lies with you.” He pressed a hand to his sword, “This blade will obey your command without a second thought.” He leaned forward, as if telling you something forbidden, “Only yours.”

Your gaze lingered longer than you intended, tracing his details. The small scar at the corner of his lip, thin and easy to miss unless you’re close; now it caught the light faintly when his mouth curved, giving his expression an edge that contrasted with the patience in his eyes. 

Your attention shifted briefly to his arms: the way the sleeves were pulled just enough to hint at the muscle beneath. And then back to those eyes. They had always been the same, black as kohl, the sky as a canvas for lightning.

You had been younger then, smaller, overwhelmed by a space that expected too much too quickly. He had stood before you in bashed armor, standing straighter than expected of his years and those same dark eyes lifted to meet yours. Time had changed many things but his eyes remained untouched, always looking at you in a way that made your chest feel heavy.

“It’s late.” Nicholas commented, looking at the grand clock, “You should rest, my lady.”

You followed his gaze, then looked back at him. “Will you stay a little while?” You asked, almost absentmindedly. “Just until I fall asleep.” He nodded at once, settling back onto the bed.

“You remember your 20th birthday?” You said, “The night was so cold, and we ate ice cream like it was the most appropriate thing to do.” You smiled, “You were a sufficient fireplace for me.” You stretched your arms out, “Come on.”

Color rose faintly to Nicholas’ cheeks. For a moment, he looked as though he might protest—duty, propriety, a dozen unspoken rules flickering behind his eyes. Then he sighed and put on a defeated smile, already settling under the sheets.

You turned onto your side instinctively, facing him, and he adjusted so the space between you closed naturally. His arm slid around your body, resting across your upper back, just firm enough. You tucked yourself closer, your forehead near his collarbone, one hand resting lightly against his chest against the fabric of his tunic.

“You know, normal knights don't do this right?” 

“I know.” You hummed, feeling sleep dance into your bones, “But you're my knight, so it's alright."

His body heat seeped through the layers between you, steady and comforting; your legs brushed his, then settled, fitting easily as though this was not new at all. He shifted again, just enough to support you better, his other hand resting at your side to keep you from slipping away as you slept. 

Nicholas could feel how warm you were, how your weight settled against him, the rise and fall of your breathing slowed, syncing gradually with his own. The room felt warmer too, as if all the world was contained right here, under the silken sheets.

His grip tightened just slightly, a protective instinct, before settling again. The heat between you lingered, even and constant, until the tension in your body faded and sleep took hold.

He was your war torn knight, and you were his liege to serve and to protect. But at the moment, you were two ordinary people, doing an ordinary thing, on an ordinary night.

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A month later

The soft rays of the dawn filtered through the curtains. You could hear the hurried footsteps of the servants outside, rushing around to get everything ready before the sun took its throne in the sky. You turned onto your back and sighed, shutting your eyes.

An image of a certain golden haired knight came into your mind. An….alluring golden haired knight. Your hands drifted to your legs, caressing your inner thighs, the slit in your night gown giving you easy access. 

It was a scandalous thing for a princess to be doing—pleasuring herself. A woman’s pleasure was only meant for her husband after all. Husband be fucked, you thought, as your finger pads grazed over your clit, making your hips jerk up. 

You had spent so many days locked up in the library again, working on the territorial re-arrangement plans your father had given to you as an assignment. Territorial re-arrangements, bullshit, they were practically war plans. All that frustration had settled deep into your body, and this was the only way you knew how to release it. 

Your skin ran hot as a not so distant memory from two weeks ago came into your mind. 

Nicholas’ lips press into a thin line; his gaze is unrelenting, sharp enough to cut through the cool facade you’re trying so hard to maintain, as you rake your eyes up and down his shirtless body. You never thought you’d see your knight like this—after all, what kind of person is still undressed by 10 in the morning?

Your sopping cunt clutched at your fingers, wet and needy, all that tension bleeding out of you as your mind kept giving you images of him. You bucked your hips up into your hand, as your fingers slid through the folds.

“Can I help you, my lady?” He smirks, the words hang between you, sharp and saccharine. Your gaze travelled from his broad shoulders to his chest, scarred skin and firm muscle. Your hands practically itched to reach out and touch those carved abs.

“Nicho….” A soft whimper tumbles from your lips, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip, the rest of the sound dying in your throat. Your hips stuttered as your free hand dug into the sheets to ground yourself.

“N-No.” You managed to say, “You’re late.” Nicholas pulls his tunic over his body, broad shoulders filling out the fabric, arms thick with muscle shaped by years of training. The fabric pulls slightly when he moves, outlining the solid curve of his upper arms and the defined lines along his forearms. Something swells within your chest.

You rubbed slowly over your cunt, fingers dragging through your slick, pressing just enough. You throw your head back onto the cushions as your thumb drags over your clit. Your mind drifted to him, imagining your fingers to be his—large, broad palms with thick fingers, the kind that could leave any woman breathless, veins roping across the backs of them, like prominent rivers. Scars alike as well—some faded, some still pink, some curved—you knew each and every single one. 

“Forgive me, my lady.” Nicholas drawls out in his morning voice, deep and rich, “Now would you let me get dressed properly?” 

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your thighs trembling around your hand. Your fingers curled just right, dragging against that spot that made your eyes roll back.

“Or would you prefer watching, my lady?” 

"Nicho—Nicholas oh fuck…“ You gasped, voice breaking, eyes rolling back and cunt clenching tight around your fingers as the knot in your stomach broke at the thought of him stuffing his fingers into you. You could feel your pussy pulsing through your orgasm, fingers moving fast, trying desperately to cling onto that fading image in your mind

For a moment, you lay still, staring at the ceiling, your heart beating a little faster than usual. His presence lingered in your mind, the sound of his voice saying ‘my lady’ so gently. You exhaled and pressed a hand to your forehead, trying to gather yourself, as sun rays bathed your room in light.

He is your knight, you reminded yourself, nothing more, nothing less.

You sat up slowly, shaking away whatever you had done five minutes ago, and reaching for your robe. Your lady-in-waiting would be here soon, you had a meeting with your father that day to discuss your plans.

The curve of his bicep, that look in his eyes.

The rays of the sun bathed your room in light.

A golden haired knight corrupted your thoughts.

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The tension in the room was sharp enough to be cut with a knife; its four walls threatened to shrink and suffocate you, as you stared fixedly at the ground, your hands politely folded in your lap. Across the long table from you sat your father, kingly eyes sifting through inked parchment. He glanced up every now and then, as if to mock you for your use of words.

You felt the gazes of the ministers on you, waiting for the King to declare that a woman’s plans could never overcome their own. The war they were planning had been in the works for six months now—what could a princess who’d known about it for a month say? 

The silence stretched, broken only by the soft scrape of parchment as your father set the documents aside. He studied you for a long moment. The war against the kingdom of Sakuryn was not going to be easy—their ruler, Asakura Jo, was rumoured to be a skilled warrior.

“These plans…” He said slowly, tapping the table once with his finger, “You put emphasis on supply lines?” His gaze lifted to meet yours. You nodded.

“The neighbouring villages should be more than happy to provide resources for a subsidized cost.” You answered, “Thus enabling us to go through with more ambushes.” A murmur rippled through the room before your father silenced it with a raised hand.

“Good.” He hummed, “I will not dismiss six months of counsel,” your father continued, “but neither will I ignore these plans.” He leaned back in his chair, “You took inspiration from the Great Battle of Thymeron?” You nodded again and the king smiled, “You have done well. These proposals will be presented to our allies tomorrow evening, at the ball.” His eyes remained on you as he finished, a glint of something unreadable passing through them.  

Your fingers curled tighter in your lap from the effort it took to keep your smile measured and proper. Inside, your thoughts were racing ahead of you, already at tomorrow night, already standing beneath chandeliers and champagne and kings.

“Did you see that?” You practically shouted, spinning on your heel, hands flying as if the moment might escape you otherwise. “Did you see their faces? I swear, Minister Halvern looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. I’m going to scream.”

Nicholas chuckled, walking calmly behind your frolicking figure, hands clasped behind his back. “Probably best you don’t do that,” he said, "Wouldn't want the kingdom to know their princess has finally tasted victory.”

You shot him a grin over your shoulder, “Oh trust me, my victory will come tomorrow.” You slowed then, stepping from the garden path onto the grass.  

You wandered past the gardens of the vast palace grounds till you reached the old oak on the little hill—your safe place. You dropped into the grass beneath its shade, skirt fanning out, your tension slipping out from your bones.

Nicholas followed you, lowering himself beside you. He laid back, hands folded over his chest. Above you, the leaves shifted softly, sunlight breaking through in slow, uneven patterns; the earth was cool beneath your back. Nicholas turned his head just enough to glance at you, the corner of his mouth lifting as if your joy were something he could feel through the ground itself.

“So…” You broke the silence first.

“So?” 

“Tomorrow’s ball.” You giggled, shifting to lay down on the grass, “Please don’t glare at all the nobles I dance with again.” Nicholas grinned and laid down next to you on his side, “It's unparliamentary Nicho!” 

“Unparliamentary?” He laughed with all his chest, resting his head on his arm, his laughter eventually dying down at the sight of your pout, “Alright, princess. I’ll keep it down.” 

“I just need tomorrow to be perfect.” You sighed, staring up at the canopy, “This one chance,” Your eyes were bright and uncontained, “and the throne may be mine.” 

“The throne will be yours, my lady.” Nicholas reached a hand out to brush a stray hair behind your ear, and the world held its breath, “I know you’ll do wonders tomorrow.” 

“Thank you Nicho.” You smiled, your knight looked beatific in fragmented sunlight, “I really couldn't have done this without you, you know.” You threw an arm over his chest, and snuggled in, “Thank you for keeping me alive all these days.” Nicholas’ hold was warm as warmth could be, his arm resting at your waist and sending butterflies through your stomach, as you both melted into the earth.

“My pleasure, princess.” He murmured, closing his eyes as the zephyr blew gently, bringing you both a sense of comfort that you could only feel with each other. The sound of Nicholas’ heart beat grounded you; you adjusted slightly, cheek settling more comfortably against him, the fabric of his shirt warm beneath your fingers. Nicholas drew his arm a fraction closer.

As the breeze stirred away, you let your eyes drift shut. Nicholas stayed awake longer than you did, listening to your slow breathing, feeling the way your weight relaxed against him. 

Yet again, you were two ordinary people, in an ordinary world, doing ordinary things.

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“Another year huh?” The tall man dressed in burgundy took a long sip from his glass of champagne, “And you still haven't found a husband.” 

“Another year and I still haven't managed to kill you.” You hissed at him. 

“Unfortunately that would be considered treason,” Yudai smiled at you cheekily, “and you would be hung, drawn and quartered.” 

“I’m surprised though.” You smirked, “Not even a year of ballroom dancing and you’re already the favourite of the five kingdoms.” You clinked your glass with his, “I’m proud of you.” 

Yudai laughed, the sound bright and unguarded as he tipped his glass toward you. “High praise from the woman who convinced me to take the job.”

“As I should.” you replied sweetly, taking a sip. “You would have burnt out if you took the throne.” 

“Good thing I gave it to Euijoo then huh?” He chuckled, glancing past you at the dais where the young king was awkwardly laughing with a bunch of noblewomen,  “He looks like he’s negotiating peace treaties just to escape."

You followed his gaze and laughed. “He’ll survive.”

“As we all have to yeah?” Yudai sighed, downing the last drops of champagne, “In this dangerous world?” 

The grand ballroom glittered in full splendor—giant chandeliers blazing overhead, their crystal arms scattering light across the silk-draped walls. Magnificent dresses swept across the floor as royal guests danced away to the orchestra. The court had outdone itself this time, even the most dour nobles seemed momentarily softened by the music.

Yudai leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Speaking of danger, have you noticed your knight?”

“What about him?” 

“Well,” Yudai chuckled, eyes glinting, “every time someone speaks to you for longer than a breath, Nicholas looks like he’s calculating where to hide the body.” He took a sip, “Your knight is still as terrifying as the day I first met him.”

Before there was peace, Yudai’s kingdom Iriandel had been at war with yours for nearly six years. Yudai, being the eldest prince of his kingdom, had encountered your knight’s blade in battle far too many times to forget. Perhaps one of the few reasons he decided to abdicate his throne to someone who actually wanted it, in order to pursue his heart’s desires.

“He’s just diligent.” You hummed.

“Of course,” Yudai said solemnly. “Terrifyingly diligent.” He lifted his glass, “To another year of survival for both of us. And to Sir Nicholas, guardian of the realm,” He chuckled, “and apparently, of your personal space.”

You clinked your glass to his, laughter warm in your chest as the music carried on around you. Your gaze drifted up to Nicholas, who was standing calmly in the corner of the room.

 He stood apart from the crowd in his ceremonial uniform, the kingdom’s colors complimenting his features strikingly: black polished to a near glow, green trimmed along his shoulders and a red sash. The cut of the coat sharpened his frame and the metal accents caught the chandelier light each time he moved. He looked a bit like the heroes the poets sang of—composed, handsome, yours.

You glanced down then, at the fall of your own dress, black silk washed with green embroidery, with a low cut neck. And then a ludicrous thought came into your mind.

Matching.

Heat crept up your neck and you turned your head quickly, pretending great interest in the swirl of dancers, hoping no one—especially him—had noticed. It was foolish, you told yourself. They were the kingdom’s colors. Of course you would both be wearing them.

When you risked another look, Nicholas caught your eye for the briefest moment and your heart gave an unnecessary, traitorous little jump. The curve of his bicep, that look in his eyes. You downed your champagne. 

“And here comes the cavalry.” Yudai raised his glass to his king, dressed in burgundy leather with a rather dramatic golden sash, “How fare the peace treaties, Euijoo?” 

“I think I’ve broken the hearts of married mothers.”  Euijoo twirled a crystal glass in his hand, lazy smile playing at his lips, “Is this what you go through everyday?” He dipped his head to you.

“Trust me it's worse.” You sighed, “Should I even ask what happened at the treaty meeting? You’ve been avoiding Haruto all evening.” 

“Don’t even ask.” Euijoo groaned, rolling his shoulders back, “Your brother was about to destroy everything we’ve built over months in a matter of ten minutes. Yuma was on the verge of throwing his sword across the room.”

“Step brother.” Yudai corrected, "Seriously Your Highness, how is he even related to you?”

“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.” You laughed wearily, “Were my plans alright, Euijoo?” You addressed him casually, “I hoped the open trade routes would free up space for the merchants.”

“If not for you, my kingdom would still think yours negotiates exclusively through threats.” Euijoo set his glass down, “On that note, may I steal you for a dance, my lady?” 

“Careful,” You said, tilting your head, “my knight might take issue with that.” Euijoo’s gaze flicked—not subtly at all—to where Nicholas stood across the hall, whose eyes were already fixed in your direction like he’d sensed the disturbance in the air. 

“Ah yes, Nicholas.” He took a sip and lowered his voice. “I had wondered if approaching you would get me stabbed, poisoned or simply stared into an early grave.” Yudai barked a laugh. Nicholas wasn’t frowning, but there was a focus to him, sharp enough to be felt from across the room.

“I think he’s deciding where to hide the body.” Yudai added helpfully.

You smiled into your champagne. “He wouldn’t kill you.” You said to Euijoo.

Euijoo raised a brow. “Probably wouldn’t kill me.” He offered his hand with a grin, “Before your knight follows through on his thoughts, shall we?”

Before any of you could move, the booming sound of trumpets cut through the hum of conversation. The music stilled as laughter faded into murmurs and glasses paused mid-air. At the far end of the hall, the musicians lowered their bows as the herald stepped forward.

“Next time then.” Euijoo released your hand at once, “Maybe when Nicholas is locked in his room.”

Yudai straightened beside you, his teasing expression softening. “Looks like this is your moment.” Of course, you had spoiled the surprise for him, unable to keep your little victory to yourself anymore. The weight of the hall’s attention turned to your father mounting the dais.

“Citizens of Phileon, noble guests, ladies and gentlemen,” Your father was always one for show, “Today is a day of celebration. A day of light. A day to drink to!” A roar ripped through the crowd as everybody raised their glasses. Get on with it already, you thought, impatient for your spotlight moment.

But the Fates had woven a different destiny for you.

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“My lady.” Nicholas tapped against the closet door, “Please come out.” 

He was met with a soft sniffle, and a barely audible ‘no’. He sighed and sat down on the floor in front of the grand wooden closet. He was still in his black suit, but he had ripped his red sash off, the moment he ran behind you from the ballroom.

“I’ll wait here until you do then.” He said simply. “I have nowhere better to be anyway.” 

On the other side of the door, you curled in on yourself, knees drawn close, arms wrapped tight around yourself. The closet still smelled of old wood and dried flowers, something faintly familiar that made your chest ache. This had been your hiding place once, yours and your mother’s. Somewhere small, somewhere warm, somewhere where the world couldn't reach you. 

“He didn't even look at me.” You whispered, voice trembling. “He didn’t even spare me a fucking glance.” The moment replayed itself behind your eyes—the trumpets and the fanfare and your father’s smooth voice twisting the truth into something unrecognizable.

Your plans, your weeks of work, dropped like a stag’s antlers into Haruto’s hands. Your jaw clenched as you recalled the thunderous applause that followed your brother as he stepped proudly onto the dais, accepting charge of the royal army. 

A heavy silence pressed in, broken occasionally by the faint hitch of your breathing. Nicholas toyed with his sword.  Your face—how all the light had drained from it before you turned and walked away, despite Yudai and Euijoo’s efforts to keep you there in all diplomatic (and friendly) politeness.

“I’m nothing to them, am I?” Your voice sounded small, “They just took it from me like I was nothing, like I wasn't even there.”

“You’re not nothin–”

“Oh admit it.” A bitter laugh slipped out of you, “If I really was not nothing, then why was it so easy? Why did they believe him? Why did they look at me like I was just standing in the way?” Your voice wavered. “I am nothing but a fool.”

Nicholas’ jaw tightened. He leaned his head back against the bedframe, eyes closing.

“No.” 

“Nicho–”

“No.” He repeated, “My lady,” Nicholas’ hand lifted and rested flat against the door, “You are capable, you are intelligent and worth far more than anybody standing in that ballroom." His voice dropped, roughened, “You know full well your brother did not deserve any of that praise.”

A shaky laugh broke from you, sharp and wet. “Do I?” Your breath hitched, “I trusted the king.” you murmured. “Everybody knows trust is only meant for jibbering fools.”

“Do you not trust me then?” Nicholas smiled softly, even though he knew you wouldn't see it. He was met with a shaky breath.

 “I know you want to beat yourself up about it, but trust me, you won't be any more courageous if you do.” He added, softer still, “You were robbed and it is as simple as that. My lady, do you really believe His Majesty Euijoo wanted Haruto up there? Or His Highness Yuma? Or Yudai?” You pressed your forehead into your knees, shoulders shaking as you listened,

“That isn’t how worth works, my lady.” He said. “The only thing they counted on was the nobility not believing in a Queen and we both know how stupid that is.” His voice roughened. “You don’t have to be strong right now, princess, you know that right?”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress. “I feel so stupid,” You murmured. “for believing.”

“Then we’ll be stupid together.” He replied in a jolt. “Because I’ve believed in you from the start and I still do.”

“I’m tired Nicho.” You said at last. “I’m so goddamn tired of trying to be enough.”

“You are enough.” Nicholas answered as if it were the most obvious fact in the world, “And nobody in the world gets to make you feel like you aren't." His hand pressed more firmly against the wood, as if anchoring himself there, “Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Phileon?”

The closet door opened at last. You stepped out as though leaving a shrine, eyes red, lashes wet and shoulders drawn inward. Nicholas rose immediately, offering his scarred hands, palms open and unarmed. You placed yours there without looking, trusting him to hold what the night had broken.

He led you to the bed slowly and sat beside you on the edge, close enough that the warmth of him reached you. For a while, neither of you spoke, silence thick with all that had been lost and gained that evening. Outside, the moon hung in all her radiance.

You stared at the patterned rug, you had only now noticed how fine its details were, woven from golden and red threads. If one were to bleed out on the floor of your bedroom, it would have looked beautiful. 

“They’ll march in a month.” You said at last, voice distant. “When the war is declared officially.” You looked at him, feeling your sight blur with tears again, “Will you have to go too?”

Nicholas inclined his head and breathed. Then he nodded slowly. “They will need your lone wolf won't they?” He laughed crudely, “Phileon cannot win a war without her princess.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips and it struck Nicholas then how small you looked at that moment, completely worn out. The crownlight gowns and ballroom fire had fallen away, leaving only the girl who sat beneath oak trees, slept in libraries and refused to budge till her work was complete, with the cheekiest smile on her face.

Nicholas watched the way your fingers twisted together, how your spine held stubbornly straight even while your heart caved inward. You had always worn your dignity as your armour, even when it suffocated you.

“Phileon’s princess huh?” You wiped your tears away and Nicholas caught a brief glimpse of that familiar flame, “I want it back Nicho.” You breathed deeply and looked him straight in the eye, “I want it all back.” 

Nicholas felt something old and violent stir beneath his ribs. He had known your face since it was softer with youth, before the weight of the world sharpened it. Tonight, grief had made you gentle, made your eyes vast and dark, as though they carried the whole kingdom’s sorrow.

Nicholas rose and then sank to one knee before you, fist on his chest as you watched on, dazed. “Nicholas wha—”

“Please, my lady,” He said, “let me speak.”

The oil lamps caught his face gently, softening the scars that traced his cheek and jaw. Dark strands of hair fell forward in a way that made him look younger—closer to the boy who had stood before you years ago in dented armor. 

You had seen him in every state a man could probably be seen—bloodied, exhausted, victorious, unguarded. Yet now, kneeling at the edge of the bed, he looked almost unbearably noble.

“I was sworn to this kingdom once years ago.” He began, “To Phileon, her lands and her people.” His gaze was unwavering, “To protecting the crown till death do us part.” 

“Tonight my lady, I swear myself to you.” He continued, “Only to you.” He smiled softly, “The heavens may punish me all they want for it, but my fealty will forever lie with you and only you.” You reached for him then without realizing it, fingers brushing against his sleeve. He paused as he took his sword out and presented it before you, its sharp edge gleaming in the light.

“I swear this sword to your name, my lady.” His fingers pressed into the sword, “My breath to your defense, my life to your future, no matter what it may be. And if blood must be spilled for you to grab that future—” A faint glimmer came to his eyes, “—then I will bring you Haruto’s head, or I will fall before him.”

“Nicho don’t.” You whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t swear that.”

“Then let me swear this instead.” His voice softened. He put the sword down and took your hands, pressing them to his chest.

“That I will never leave you behind in this world, even if the Gods themselves command me to.”

Your tears spilled freely now as you leaned into him, forehead against his shoulder, and for the first time that night, allowed yourself to be held. Nicholas’ arms closed around you with careful strength, as if you were something precious.

You stayed like that for a while, knight and princess in an ordinary world full of not so ordinary things. 

Fireworks bloomed beyond the palace walls then, sudden and bright, painting the night in violent color. You lifted your head from Nicholas’ shoulder at the first crack, and laughed.

“Are they always this loud?” The fireworks caught along the planes of his face, the familiar scar at his lip flashing pale.

“They are.” He said, “They’ll be even louder at your coronation, my lady.”

“Heard from every corner of the kingdom I suppose.” You hiccuped, smiling tiredly at him. Nicholas tilted his head curiously, rubbing circles onto your waist, still kneeling on the floor. 

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” He asked.

“Nothing much.” You hummed, your eyes wavering over his lips for a second, “Strategy?”

It was no longer an ordinary world—yours and Nicholas’ and for a moment, you thought about how it probably never was. Probably never will be. What sort of a princess thinks about her knight before she goes to sleep? And what sort of a knight does the same?

But it would be a lie to say that your knight didn't make this insane world seem a bit more normal.

A bit more full of moonlight.

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The plan began as all plans do. Ink, letters, bribed soldiers at the borders and your messenger hawk. Who would ever suspect a princess sending letters to her friends after all? All they did was talk about lace and ribbons anyway.

You sat at your desk long after midnight, sleeves rolled, hair loosely tied back, the map of the realm spread before you. 

Euijoo was the first to accept your hand in secret alliance, writing a long letter to you about how he’d rather give up tangerines than have Haruto on the throne after the war blew over. Yuma, of the neighbouring island kingdom was quick to accept too, even going so far as to send you a floral arrangement, which your father thankfully mistook for a marriage proposal.

By day, you met with nobles, many of whom had seen you grow up on treaties and war plans, many of whom indulged the idea of a woman on the throne. You let them complain about empty treasuries, restless towns, sons they could not afford to lose and you threw in your card at the end. 

By night, you wrote. Letters left your chambers under false seals, carried by trusted hands to courts beyond your borders to rulers who had watched Phileon from afar and wondered how long it could endure a king who ruled like a relic and a crown prince worth nothing.

But of course, you were not going to stop there. 

The enemy of an enemy was a friend after all.

Asakura Jo’s reply came faster than you expected. His handwriting was freakishly neat (Nicholas suspected witchcraft), as he accepted your offer for mineral trading rights in exchange for support once the king’s blood was on your hands. There was something quite attractive in the way he did not even question your stance as a mere First princess (Nicholas definitely suspected witchcraft) and it was an end to a war neither of you wanted. A war of old lions and foolish cubs neither of you had any interest in.

“Is his handwriting really that attractive to you?” Across the room, Nicholas leaned against the stone pillar, arms crossed, watching you smile at the letter in your hand, “I knew your standards were low, but not that low.” 

“Jo just offered to come over for my future coronation.” You sighed dreamily, “He’d make a fine husband, wouldn't he?”

“You’ve seen one painting of the man.” Nicholas jut his bottom lip out just a tad, your knight was like a jealous kitten. 

“And one painting is all I need to know he’s the perfect man—” You chuckled, “—to support me in my endeavours.”

“Oh?” Nicholas sat down across from you, “And what about me?” You paused, a cheeky smile tugging at your lips as you folded Jo’s letter and set it aside.

“What about you?” You echoed, finally looking up at him.

The candlelight caught along the sharp lines of his face, the familiar scar at his lip. My lone wolf, you thought.

“I seem to recall,” He began in a childish tone, “that I have supported every one of your endeavours thus far. Including the ones that could get us both beheaded.”

“Indeed you have good sir.” You laughed softly, “And your queen shall reward you for it generously.” His brow lifted, almost imperceptibly.

“I will not ask for much, oh merciful queen.” He said, “I only want three mansions and an apple orchard.”

“I suppose that can be arranged.” You laughed, meeting his eyes. Silence took over for a moment before you sighed. “We are really doing this tomorrow huh?”

Something shifted in his expression then, something like acceptance settling into place. He exhaled through his nose, and looked away for half a second.

“You will have the throne tomorrow my lady.” He beamed, “It feels like only yesterday we were both 17.” He chuckled, “Young, dumb and stupid.” He rose to his feet, “And now look at us, planning a conquest.” He bowed his head, “I am proud to serve you, my lady.” 

Outside, the palace slept, unaware that its foundations were being redrawn by a woman with ink-stained fingers and a knight who would follow her into hell without question. 

“Thank you Nicho.” You said, eyes lingering on his arms before you broke away, “Go get some sleep now, we have a big day tomorrow.” 

Nicholas straightened, hand drifting, without thought, to the hilt of his sword, as he bowed and swiftly left the room. He smiled to himself. You'd be up there on the throne tomorrow. 

And he was going to bring you the crown prince’s head.

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When you were a young girl, your mother would tell you the tale of a hunter, whose target was kings. She’d tell you about the way the hunter would always paralyse the kings first, slipping in foxglove in their tobacco. And then the hunter would slowly run their dagger through the chest, ripping out the heart to consume it, the coronary muscles, the aorta, the soul that was caged within.

“So,” You said softly, “this is how it all ends, father.” The king sat slumped against the back of the throne, crown still upon his head, fingers locked uselessly around the armrests, “With your daughter on the throne and Phileon under her brow.” His eyes were furious, trapped in a body that had turned traitor to him. The poison had done its work quietly, as you intended, “Are you proud, father?”

Rage twisted his face, words spilling out in broken, venomous fragments about your ingratitude, your audacity and your place. Even now, even like this, he still clung to his pathetic beliefs.

“I hated being your daughter.” You continued, voice calm, “I was raised on your wars, your ledgers and your laws and never once did you see me as somebody fit for the throne.”  Your gaze flicked to the crown. “Are you really surprised I've done this?” You took a step closer, then another.

“Let us call it fate for now, Your Majesty.” The dagger felt light in your hand, “Fate, that has decided my place on this throne.”

You climbed the steps slowly, deliberately, until you stood before him—before the man who had dismissed you, belittled you, and handed your future to others as if it were his to give away.

“For what it’s worth,” You added, “I will be a better ruler than you ever were.”

A hunter of kings, your mother had told you—one who feasted upon their greedy souls. She never told you how good it would feel.

You took your place upon the throne—your throne—fingers curling around the carved armrests as if to anchor yourself to the moment. The weight of it pressed into your spine, as you looked down at your bloody hands and the corpse of the king at your feet.

“Her Royal Majesty, Queen of Phileon.” You whispered to yourself. 

The kingdom was yours.

The great doors of the throne room burst open, thunderous echo rolling through the hall as your soldiers flooded in, banners lifted high, steel catching the light perfectly. Amongst them stood men of the other kingdoms as well, you could see Euijoo, Yudai and Yuma in their generals’ attire, leading the faction of nobles.  

Euijoo shot you a quick grin before going back to his solemn expression. Somewhere in the back, you could see a tall, hooded figure as well. Over the months, you had found out Asakura Jo wasn't one for flair, clearly evident as he inclined his head to you, and leaned back against a pillar, crossing his arms and admiring the grand hall.

“My lady.” Euijoo stood at the foot of the dais, “You’ve done it.” He smiled gently and bowed his head, turning back to the crowd once, “All hail the First Princess!” A roar erupted through the hall, swords ringing against shields, excited voices crying out for their beloved princess. Euijoo climbed the steps to you, as you rose off the throne to take his hand. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” You said, “I look forward to the friendship between our kingdoms.” You glanced at the nobles standing by the side, giving them a polite smile before turning back to the king, “And what of the battle?”

“The battle?” He inclined his head. “It was brief.” He turned slightly, “Your brother’s legions were large, but poorly held together. Once the first line broke, the rest followed.” He held a twinkle in his eyes, “Many laid down their arms the moment your banners were raised.”

“Haruto?” You asked.

Euijoo laughed. “Fled like a wounded dog. Took a sword and fled for the hills.” 

The hall still rang with celebration, but the noise felt distant now, as though you stood at the center of a quiet eye while the storm roared around you. You hesitated, then asked the question that had been pressing against your ribs since the doors first opened.

“And Nicholas?”

Euijoo’s expression shifted—subtle, almost amused.

“Ahh, your knight.” He glanced toward the doors, then back to you. “He said there was business he needed to finish. Said it concerned his honour.” A faint smile curved his mouth. “But we all know who his honour is, don't we?” 

Haruto’s head. You shook off the thought.

“We best get to the crowni–”

That was when the doors opened again, the sound cutting clean through the air. All eyes were fixed on the knight, crossing the length of the hall.

Nicholas.

Your Nicholas.

 His armor was darkened with the marks of battle, the hall narrowing around him, the space between you shrinking with every step. He held something tightly in one hand, the other holding a blood stained sword. Gasps rang through the hall, as it became evidently clear what he had just done. 

I will bring you Haruto’s head, or I will fall before him.

That faithful night came back in your mind as you stood alone on the dais, meeting your knight’s gaze. There was something in those eyes again, like a war of fealty and love.

Nicholas dropped to one knee in front of the dais, holding out his hand and dropping his trophy—a grotesque expression plastered on the severed head.

“Phileon is yours.” His voice rang through the hall, “Phileon is yours, my lady.” 

Your chest tightened as you slowly descended the steps until you stood before him, close enough to see the devotion etched into every line of his face.

“Give me your sword, Sir Nicholas.” You said.

 For a moment, the hall fell away as your gaze met his. There was only him in this world now, your war torn knight, your lone wolf, your Nicholas.

Nicholas placed the bloodied sword in your outstretched hands, movements reverent, as though each step had been rehearsed in his bones long before this day arrived. The hall was silent now, even the banners seemed to still.

You reached for the hilt, the metal cold beneath your fingers, as you traced your thumb over his carved name on the edge. You raised the sword, then rested the flat of the blade against his shoulder.

“You have stood with me all these years.” You said, voice carrying to every corner of the hall. “Even in times when both of us would have been beheaded.” Nicholas chuckled under his breath. The murmurs around you swelled, kings and soldiers watching closely. 

“I thank you for that with all my life.” You said, “Today, I—in the name of Phileon—name you First Knight of the Realm.” You rested the sword on his left shoulder, “Thank you, for pledging your fealty to me.”

A sharp intake of breath passed through the hall. Nicholas looked up then, eyes bright. His jaw tightened as though he feared his eyes might fail him. You lowered the sword and offered him your hand, pulling him up to stand. 

“Not so much of a lone wolf now, are you, my knight?” You whispered, squeezing his hand, worship written into the way his fingers closed around yours. Ordinary world be damned, you thought, he was certainly no ordinary man. 

Yuma approached the dais then, alone, carrying a velvet cushion upon which rested the crown of Phileon—ruby-crested, gold catching fire in the torchlight. Nicholas let go of your hand and moved away swiftly, as Euijoo and Jo stepped forward, their symbols gleaming in the light. Euijoo took the crown in his hands.

This was it, huh?

“Your Royal Highness, the First Princess of Phileon.” He began, “By the law of war and first decree, you are fit to claim the throne of the kingdom of Phileon.” He extended the crown forward, “Do you accept?”

You breathed out and looked at the crowd—kings, soldiers, allies and your knight. You turned back to Euijoo.

“I, the First Princess of Phileon,” A smile broke through, “accept the throne.”

“Then, by accord of the alliance of kingdoms, and by law,” Euijoo raised the crown, “I hereby crown you Queen of Phileon.”

The crown pressed warm at your temples, the ruby crest catching the firelight until it seemed to glow from within, as though it had been waiting for you to claim it.

“All hail Her Majesty, the Queen of Phileon!” Euijoo declared, as he bowed. The hall followed suit, bowing down before you.

An unsteady breath left you. This—this—was what every late night, every month in the library and every step had amounted to. For a moment, the hall was suspended between heartbeats.

“Well?” Yudai called out, lifting a hand toward the waiting servants. “Pop open the wine bottles before someone starts crying!” 

Laughter rippled through the crowd, relief and joy spilling over at once. The hall bloomed into sound, cheers, applause, the ringing of steel against shields in celebration. You let yourself smile fully now. Your gaze moved through the faces—kings, nobles and soldiers.

 And then, your eyes found him.

“They call you lone wolf, do they not?” Your eyes raked over the knight on one knee before you, “And you are to protect me?”

“Yes my lady.” He said simply, not raising his head.

“I am no one of importance.” You laughed, “I am sorry that this kingdom’s best warrior is stuck with me.” You sighed, “Please…raise your head, good knight.”

He did, and you met his gaze. He was probably itching to get out there again. But here he was, stuck guarding a princess no one cared abou—

“I don't think I am stuck, my lady.” He said sheepishly, “And I do not think you are unimportant.” A faint red appeared on his cheeks. 

“Well, you’ll learn soon enough.” You chuckled, getting to your feet. He awkwardly shuffled up as well, keeping his gaze to the floor. “Your name is Nicholas, is it not?” He nodded, “I’ll warn you, I am always stuck in the library. This job might get boring.” 

“I prefer boring.” He hummed, finally catching your gaze again. You sent him a gentle smile, which he returned.

He was now your war torn knight, and you were his princess.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you locked eyes with him. It had been six years now since you two exchanged awkward courtesies. And there he was, those same beautiful eyes still gazing at you as if you had hung up the moon.  

You would have given him the entire universe if he asked.

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“So..”

“So?”

“So.” 

The word lingered uselessly between you, dissolving into the quiet as you sat side by side on the edge of the bed, close enough that your sleeves brushed one another. 

It was almost midnight by the time the celebrations and official duties were over and it was safe to say you were dead. The prospect of getting to talk to your knight after it all, late at night like two children sharing secrets, was the only thing that powered you through it. 

“We always somehow end up back here.” Nicholas said, sighing, “At the edge of this bed I mean.” 

“Is that a good thing?” You asked, becoming aware of everything at once. The steady rise and fall of Nicholas’ chest, the way his muscles pressed against his white shirt, a new scar on his cheek. You could feel his attention too, he wasn’t staring, but every time you glanced sideways, you caught him already looking at your hands, your mouth, your neck.

You cleared your throat, smiling just to break the spell. “I think,” You said lightly, “I’d like to hold your sword again.” You laughed, “Day one of being a ruler and the power is already getting to my head.” 

“As it should, princess.” Nicholas smiled, already unbuckling his sword from his side, “You deserve it.” He  held it out to you hilt-first, and didn't stop there.

He rose from the bed with a soft groan and sank to one knee before you, looking up to shoot you a mischievous grin before sinking his head back down. “Go on my lady, knight me again.” He hummed. Oh the trouble he would have been in if you could have heard his thoughts during the coronation earlier. The way your arms curved, the way you called him your knight. Nicholas was a gone man.

But this time, you leaned forward and placed the tip of the blade gently under his chin, lifting your wrist to lift his face up. His neck curved beautifully as you did, his eyes full of something you couldn't quite decipher. The room felt warmer.

“Oh no.” You purred. “How very clumsy I am.” You tilted the blade up further, making him show you his whole neck. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily; but you could easily see the smirk tugging at his lips.

There was something frustratingly attractive about this, about him. The very fact that he could pick you up and snap your spine in half, and yet here he was, kneeling in front of you, letting you play with his neck with his sword—it made heat rush between your thighs.

“How very clumsy you are.” Nicholas crooned, grabbing hold of the middle of the blade, “You cannot hold it like that if you want to kill somebody, my lady.”

“How do I hold it then?” You asked, crossing one leg over the other, “Teach me.” Your action caused your night gown to slip, revealing the entirety of your right leg. Nicholas’ brain haywired. 

He sighed, holding the blade with two hands now as he inched forward on his knees, till the blade was the only thing separating you both.

“Isnt that….how do you say it again?” He ran his tongue over his lips, "Unparliamentary?" He chuckled, tossing the sword away and resting his hands on either side of you on the bed, caging you in, “For a knight to teach his princess?” 

“Careful.” You hummed, “I am your queen now.” Your eyes darted from his eyes to his wet lips. 

“You’ll always be my princess though.” Nicholas’ hands wandered to your waist, “Won’t you, princess?” 

For a moment, neither of you spoke. This close, you could see the faint scar near his lip, the way his eyes hooded and the way his composure was on the verge of breaking. 

Silence fell between you both for a moment, neither of you breaking away from the heavy eye contact. His hands mapped your clothed waist, slender fingertips tracing circles on the silk. You bit your lip, eyes tracing over his muscles. 

Was this the love the poets spoke of?

“Nicholas…” 

“My lady?” 

“Kiss me.” You wrapped your arms round his neck, pulling him even closer, “Please kiss me.” 

If there existed a God in this world, you’d have to apologise to them. For nothing felt more holy, than the feeling of Nicholas’ soft lips on yours. 

He cupped your face gently with one hand, thumb brushing against your cheek and he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. 

Nicholas poured his heart and soul into the embrace, worshipping your mouth with a fervor that set your entire body aflame. His lips moved against yours with a skillful precision, as your arms roamed all over his arms, feeling his firm biceps. 

“You like them princess?” Nicholas broke away for a second, smirking, “You’re not very slick when you stare you know?”

And then he was aalll over you again, deepening the kiss this time, you felt yourself becoming lost in the sensation, your world narrowing to the point of contact between your lips.

Nicholas's tongue danced with yours in a sensual tango, his passion igniting a fire within you that consumed you entirely. You clung to him as if he was your lifeline, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer till your chest pressed against his, desperate to feel every inch of his body.

“Fuck me..” Nicholas moaned into the kiss, “You’re so beautiful, princess.”

With a sudden surge of strength, Nicholas lifted you effortlessly, placing you down gently on the centre on the bed. He cradled you in his arms, his eyes locked on yours as he gazed down at you with a mixture of reverence and desire.

Your mind, on the other hand, raced with memories of…..scandalous knowledge. You had often poured over study tomes, deciphering the cryptic illustrations and the mysteries of love and desire. But physical experience always trumped literary knowledge right?

“Nicho…..”

“Yes princess?” He said, “Tell me what you want.” 

“Can you…..I mean, can we….” Your words faded into the tortuous air of awkwardness as heat rushed to your neck. How hard was it to say ‘can we have sex’?

“Can I what, my lady?” Nicholas smirked. Of course, he knew what you were asking about. But some wild beast in him needed to hear you say it out loud. 

“You know what I mean.” You mumbled sheepishly, turning your head to the side to look away, not knowing the curve of your neck only made the pressure between his legs increase.

“I do.” He hummed, “But I’m afraid a knight cannot do anything without proper orders, my lady." 

Oh this man, you thought, I love this man. You had thought of this moment for so long, yet now that it was here, you found yourself tongue-tied and hesitant.

"Nicholas," You murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I–I want you to make love to me."

The words hung heavy in the air, you could feel the heat of Nicholas's gaze, his eyes smoldering with a fire that matched the intensity of your own arousal.

"As you wish, my princess," He replied, his voice low.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Nicholas traced his fingers along the curve of your neck. He leaned in, pressing his lips to the sensitive flesh, and was rewarded with a soft gasp from his beloved. As Nicholas continued his exploration, his hands roamed over your body, caressing every inch of you with reverence and desire. 

You found yourself losing yourself in the sensation, your body responding eagerly to Nicholas's skilled ministrations. As he slipped his hand beneath the fabric of your gown, you arched into his touch, craving more of the delicious torment he was inflicting upon you.

"Nichooo," You whined, voice heavy with need. "Please....."

In response, Nicholas merely smiled, a glint in his eye. "Patience, my love," He whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to savor every moment of this."

His tongue slipped against yours as he pulled you in for another passionate kiss, his right hand hovering near your inner thigh. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, urging him on. A low moan vibrated from his throat into the kiss, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. 

“May I?” He murmured against your lips. You hummed a note of consent, and his hands worked quickly to pull your night gown off. Your hands too drifted up to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing his scarred chest to you. My my, was your knight beautiful.

You shivered in anticipation, as you were left naked on the bed. Nicholas paused for a moment, to drink in the sight before him. His princess, laid out like a feast for his consumption, your body quivering with desire for him alone. His dick strained painfully against his pants. Patience Nicholas, he thought to himself, it’s her first time.

"You’re so perfect," He breathed, his eyes roaming hungrily over you, "Perfect..."

Nicholas groaned softly at the sight of your wet cunt, already sopped with your arousal, his touch feather-light as he parted your folds with his thick finger, feeling the slick heat of you. You gasped, your hips bucking instinctively, and he added a second finger, stretching you with careful thrusts, his thumb circling your clit in firm, rhythmic motions. 

“Oh Nicho….” You moaned, “Nicho–feels so good, oh!”

"Fuck…..so beautiful, so needy for me." His voice was thick with affection.

Slowly, Nicholas pressed one finger deep inside, your walls clenching around the intrusion as he curled it gently, stroking that sensitive spot deep within. He watched your face, his free hand caressing your thigh, ensuring every movement brought you pleasure. The wetness coated his fingers as Nicholas pumped them deeper, building the tension in your core, his loving gaze never leaving yours.

“Nicho!” You cried out, as his finger brushed past a particular spot, “Nicho right there—oh fuckkkk…” 

Nicholas groaned, his own dick twitching at how your pretty pussy squeezed his finger—he's dying to bury himself in you, to feel you break around him. He was so turned on by the way his perfect princess was falling apart for him, falling apart merely for his fingers.

He added a third finger, thrusting deeper, scissoring to open you up. Your clit pulsed under his thumb as he rubbed it hard, making your hips jerk. You felt the heat coiling low in your belly, waves of pleasure making you wetter, your breath coming fast.

He watched you, eyes dark with lust and care, his free hand squeezing your thigh as he fingered your cunt faster, wanting to make you cum before he took you fully.

“Nicho—I’m close…..” You groaned, arching into his touch. You started to grind your hips against his digits, feeling a peculiar knot tighten inside you. You’ve had orgasms before, but there was no way your pathetic little fingers could ever feel as good as Nicholas’s thick, thick fingers. 

“Relax, princess.” Nicholas whispered, as you held onto his shoulders for support, “Let go for me—that’s a good girl.”

Your hips rocked harder now, as if they had a mind of their own, chasing that delicious pressure the heat building fast and reckless within you. 

“Nicholas!” You moaned his name as your thighs trembled, head falling forward. Your body unravelled, every nerve focused on the friction, that aching pressure curling tight as tight could be. 

With a sob of pure ecstasy, you came undone, your body shaking with the force of your release. Nicholas held you close, his touch gentling as he guided you through the aftershocks.

"Good girl," He whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "You’re doing so well, princess."

As you floated in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Nicholas' hands continued to caress your skin, his touch now soft and soothing. He trailed his fingers along your spine, eliciting a contented sigh from you.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked you, “Was I too rough with you?” You shook your head a frantic no which made him chuckle, “Not rough enough?”

You bit your lip, eyes darting downwards to where Nicholas' length strained against his pants. You had only ever seen a man’s……thing in particularly explicit paintings before and the sight of your knight’s thick, hard cock sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your veins.

You trailed your left hand down to his crotch, slowly rubbing it up and down. Nicholas shut his eyes and sighed. Was this really his innocent princess?

"Off." You whispered, voice as steady as it was earlier that day. "Want to see you, Nicho please."

Nicholas's eyes darkened with desire at your request. "Whatever my princess wants." He replied, his voice a low growl.

With a fluid motion, he sat up, tearing his shirt off to reveal his chiseled physique, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moved. His pants came off in one motion too and you audibly gasped.

How on earth was all that supposed to fit inside you?

“It’s so big…” You said, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realised what you just blurted out. Nicholas chuckled, gently removing your hand from your mouth and cupping his cheek with it.

“Don’t worry, my love.” He crooned, “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

You gulped, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension, as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. You reached down again, fingers grazing his pre-cum soaked head.

“Thaaat’s it.” He encouraged you, his hand covering yours, guiding you to stroke him once, twice, the slickness from his tip coating your palm. A soft whimper escaped him, but he pulled your hands away gently, positioning himself between your slick legs. 

“You sure princess?” He asked one last time, his senses catching fire as you shyly nodded.

The leaking tip of his cock nudged your entrance, and you were already arching your back and crying out. The heat of him there sent a shiver through you, your throbbing pussy clenching around nothing. Nicholas leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue sweeping in possessively as he lined up.

“Breathe for me, sweetheart.” He whispered against your mouth, one hand bracing beside your head, the other gripping your hip to hold you steady.

 Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he pushed forward. The broad head breached you, stretching your tight walls inch by exquisite inch. It burned—a sharp, splitting pain as your pussy yielded to his girth, forcing you open wider than you've ever been. You gasped into his kiss, nails digging into his shoulders, body tensing as the intrusion bordered on too much.

“Nicho–ohhh god oh god!” A moan ripped from your chest, “feel so full, Nicho…” You whimpered pathetically. 

“Fuck, you're so—hah—tight.” He hissed through gritted teeth, pausing with just the tip inside, letting you adjust.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles straining with restraint. But there was a glint in his eyes, a cocky edge as he watched your face contort—brows furrowed, lips parted in a silent cry. How it amused him so much, watching you struggle to take his length.

“Taking my cock like a good girl, aren't you? My princess, struggling so prettily on it.” His words stung with arrogance, but the way he stroked your cheek softened it, thumb tracing your jaw as he inched even deeper. The pain flared again, your inner muscles clamping down, trying to push him out.

“Nicho…it hurts.” You breathed. 

Tears pricked your eyes, the fullness overwhelming, like he was carving a space inside you that wasn't there before. But you refused to pull away—your hips tilted up slightly, inviting more despite the ache. 

“Shh my love.” Nicholas kissed away the stray tear, “Just a little more yeah? You’re doing so good for me.” He rocked forward another inch, the veined shaft draaagging against your sensitive walls, sending sparks of mingled pain and pleasure shooting through you. Your clit throbbed with each tiny thrust, the friction building a confusing heat.

“God, just loook at that.” He chuckled, glancing down where your bodies joined, his thick length disappearing into your pink, stretched folds, “So pretty all of me.” The sight made him harder, but he reined it in, peppering your neck with soft kisses, murmuring praises. “So brave, taking all of me like this.”

You bit your lips, as he pressed on, slower still, until with a final, careful push, he bottomed out. His balls rested heavy against you, his pubic bone grinding against your clit, and you're utterly full, stuffed to the brim. 

“Oh fuck me.” Nicholas groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, both of you breathing hard.

“Nicho—m-move please please pleasee..” You whined, wanting to feel something, anything other than this feeling of absolute fullness.

After a long moment, he started to move—gentle at first, pulling out just a fraction before sliding back in, the motion smooth and controlled. Each shallow thrust eased the pain further, your pussy growing accustomed, the drag of his thickness igniting nerves you didn't know existed

Pleasure bloomed low in your belly, warm and insistent as you moaned his name, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands roamed your body, thumbs circling your nipples as he rocked into you steadily.

“Fuck you’re gonna kill me, princess.” He groaned, watching your face, drinking in every gasp and flutter of your lashes, “Squeezin me so good–oh oh!”

But the gentleness wasn’t enough; the coil in your core tightened, demanding more. You whined, high and needy, fingers clawing at his back. 

“Nicho…….faster, please. I need you to fuck me harder.” Your voice broke on the plea, submissive and raw, body arching up to meet his. He paused mid-thrust, eyes locking on yours, a spark of hunger flashing. 

‘Don’t want to hurt you my love.” But you shook your head, desperation flooding you. 

“Please Nicho?” You fluttered your lashes, “want to feel all of you in me.”

And that was it.

A growl rumbled from his chest, and he shifted, hooking your legs over his elbows to open you wider. He pulled out almost to the tip, then slammed back in—harder, deeper, the force jolting you up the bed. 

You cried out, the sudden fullness bordering on pain again, but it's laced with ecstasy, your pussy clenching greedily around him. He set a punishing pace now, hips snapping forward, cock pistoning in and out with wet, obscene sounds. 

“You like that princess?” He panted, sweat dripping from his brow onto your skin, his control shattering as he fucks you to bits, “My dirty girl likes feeling me inside her pretty pussy?”

The bed creaked under the onslaught, silk sheets bunching as you writhed beneath him. Pleasure crashed over you in waves—his thick dick stretching you relentlessly, rubbing that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. 

Nicholas leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking in time with his hips, all love and passion poured into the act.

“My princess.” He murmured between thrusts, voice strained, “I love so—oh god—love you so much.” His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing firm circles that made you scream into his mouth. The dual assault—his relentless pounding and the pressure on your nub—pushed you toward the edge, your walls fluttering wildly around him.

“Nicho Nicho Nicho!” You all but screamed his name like a sinful prayer, “Oh Nicho—love you love you love you!”

You shattered with a wail, pussy spasming in violent contractions that milked his shaft. Ecstasy ripped through you, body convulsing, nails raking red lines down his back. He didn’t stop, fucking you through it, drawing out every tremor until you were whimpering from the intensity. 

“That’s my girl.” He praised, cocky grin flashing even as his own release built. His thrusts grew erratic, chasing his peak with single-minded focus.

With a worshipping moan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, cock swelling as he came. Hot spurts flooded your pussy, painting your walls white, the sensation of his seed filling you whole. He grinded against you, prolonging it, groaning your name like a hymn.

 “Take it all, my love.” You felt every pulse, the warmth spreading deep, a profound intimacy in the way he claimed you completely, “My beautiful princess.”

Nicholas lingered inside you for a moment, his cock softening gradually within your tender, cum-filled pussy, the warmth of his release still seeping into your walls. He shifted his weight carefully and began to pull out very gently, his thick shaft dragging along your sensitive folds one last time.

A soft whimper escaped your lips at the emptiness that followed, his cum trickling out slowly, warm and sticky, coating your inner thighs. 

 “Easy, princess.” He said, voice laced with tenderness, “I’ve got you.”

He rolled onto your side, bed dipping under his weight, reaching for you immediately, strong arms encircling your waist, drawing you into his chest. You nestled against him without hesitation, your head tucking under his chin, the steady thump of his heartbeat grounding you as your own pulse slowed. 

The room fell quiet, save for the crackle of the dying fire in the hearth and your synchronized breaths. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the rumpled bed, illuminating the flush on your cheeks and the satisfied curve of his lips. 

“So…”

“Hmm?” 

“That was..” You sucked in a breath, “Wow.”

Nicholas chuckled gently, tracing circles on your hip, “You’ve just been fucked and that’s the first thing you say?”

“Careful, my knight.” You giggled, “I am still your queen you know.” 

“Of course, my liege.” He hummed. 

You tilted your head up, lips brushing the underside of his jaw. He tightened his hold, his hand pausing in its tracing to cup your hip more firmly, pulling you impossibly closer.

“I love you.” You said, “I love you, Nicholas.” 

“And I love you.” Nicholas replied, gazing into your eyes, “More than anything in this world, princess.” He claimed your lips in a slow, languid kiss—something deep and loving, just as the poets described it.

The world wrapped around you like a soft blanket, as sleep drifted into you both, sending you off to the land of hopeful dreams. Nicholas mumbled something incoherent, perhaps another declaration of love, before dozing off, a knight finally at rest.

And it all came back to this again

An ordinary world, with ordinary people.

A knight and his princess.

Two stars glowing in the moonlit sky.

Fin.

divider by @strangergraphics-archive

[irichooe]

ᨳଓ wanna play a game? blindfold tasting game ver.

members included: K, Nicholas, Yuma

word count: 3.3K (1.000-1.100 per member)

warnings: no smut, just tension. use of pet names, no Y/N usage, and I tried my best not to describe readers appearance as I wanted to be as inclusive as possible !!

Thank you for your attention, hope you'll like what I wrote.

other parts of this mini series : chapstick ver. and pepero ver.

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Slow mornings with your boyfriend, Yudai, are the best thing ever, but you don’t get to have them too often. That’s why you always try to make the best out of his free mornings, taking care of each other, cooking real breakfasts that take too much time to be done on a daily basis, savouring every second together as if you've never been with each other for more than five minutes. 

You just finished frying eggs for both of you when he came into the kitchen, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, tucking his chin into your neck.

“Good morning again, sweet cheeks,” he smooched your left cheek. “Good morning, old man.” You stuck out your tongue at him, placing half of the eggs on your plate and half on his. “Can you please get some juice and place it on the table for me?” he nodded and squished your cheeks, making you pucker your lips to let him kiss them. 

“Did you already drink coffee?” he asked, going in for a second kiss as you hummed in response, “I like coffee better like this”.  He let you go and went to the fridge to get the juice you asked for. That reminded you of something, a game you’ve read about in a blog.

‘Blindfolded tasting,’ your mind went back to the last research you have done, to a game with very simple rules: 1. Blindfold your partner 2. Take turns feeding each other small bites of food.

“I have an idea,” you placed both your plates on the table. “Why don’t we play a small game tonight, before the movie?” You two planned a movie night for that day, even if you always end up ignoring the movie to cuddle instead, leaving it as background noise. 

“Sure, sweet cheeks,” he chewed his eggs, “what game is it?” he asked, after chugging his coffee as he couldn’t start his day without it.  “It’s a surprise, you don’t get to know until it’s time,” you teased, leaving him suspicious. He didn’t insist on knowing more, unusual for his curious nature, and you both finished having breakfast. 

You spent a good day together: you went out to do some shopping, had lunch outside, and, after a cuddle session at the end of which Yudai completely fell asleep, while he napped, you kept working on some projects you had due Thursday next week. When he woke up, a few hours later, after he regained some of the sleep hours he had lost because of his hectic schedule, he went out for a run and came back with some fresh fruit to eat together in front of the movie. 

“So, what was your idea, sweet cheeks?” he asked, throwing himself on the couch attached to your left side. He wrapped his arm, left bare by the white tank top he was wearing, and gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.  “Do you know what blindfolded tasting is?” his ‘Go in Blind’ blindfold was shoved at the bottom of your shorts’ pocket “It’s a game I saw on internet, and I wanted to know if you’ll be able to understand the flavour without looking as you did this morning with coffee” you smiled brightly, enough innocent looking to make him fall for the half lie you just told. 

You were truly curious about his skills in this, but you were also all in for an activity that you already knew was gonna end with a heavy make-out session. 

“I’m open to trying it if you want, love. I think I already know the rules anyway,” he lightly scratched your neck. You both chose two ingredients without showing them to each other, and took turns playing. 

“Tongue out, baby,” you demanded, pressing his lower lip down with your index finger’s pad. He playfully bit your finger before complying. You sprinkled some salt, and he immediately withdrew, hiding his tongue from you and closing his eyes tightly as the taste hit his taste buds. “This is salt clearly, and you were mean.” he took off the blindfold before you even told him if he was correct or not. “Do I need to call you salty cheeks from now on?” He chugged his entire glass of water in half a second, trying to get rid of the taste. Maybe the little sprinkle of salt wasn’t a little sprinkle at all.

“My turn!” he drank two glasses of water before making you turn. He took a small teaspoon of crunchy peanut butter. Your lips were serried, scared he was going to take revenge and give you something disgusting. “Come on now, sweet cheeks. Will you open your mouth for me?” he pressed the spoon to your lips, and you instantly parted your lips. “Peanut butter,” you immediately answer, with a big smile decorating your face, before it drops completely, “the crunchy one tho”. He praised you and went on, trying the blindfold behind his head.

He bought fresh red cherries today, and you knew they were some of his favourite fruits, so you took half of them between your lips, forming a small O, and made him eat the other half. Your lips inevitably touched, and before biting, you felt him smiling.

“Cherry, directly from the lips of the most beautiful woman on earth,” he gave you a peck on the lips, both yours and his reddish from the intense colour of the juice. “I didn’t want you to eat the seed,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Now turn baby, you’ll like this one”, his eyes kept going from the peanut butter’s spoon to the strawberry ice cream he chose, and smirked. He dipped two fingers inside the already melted ice cream and left a trace on his neck, guiding you to it by putting a hand on your nape. “Tongue out, baby”, you obeyed, and he tilted his head to give you more access.

“Ice cream cause it’s still a bit cold,” you went in for another lick before answering correctly. “It’s a tie, sweet cheeks,” he caressed your cheek.

“Why don’t we make another round? I really want to know if you’ve been drinking all the orange juice I freshly make for you every morning”. He kept caressing your face, shifting to your neck to let his finger move up and down it. You tilted your head, confused about how he could do that.

“On your back, sweet cheeks. I gotta get you to drink your vitamins”. 

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒

Nicholas barefaced was a gift sent by heaven itself. His face is less pale than usual, his piercing eyes looking softer like he just woke up, with sleep lingering on his face, and he tries to get rid of that drowsiness by rubbing his eyes aggressively. That night, he looked exactly like that. Tired after a long day, sleepy because his regular bedtime hour was approaching, but strangely restless. 

“Boo, what’s wrong?” you asked, massaging his neck, hoping to ground him and make his leg stop bouncing like crazy.  “I don’t know,” he rested his head on the sofa’s headrest, looking straight into your eyes, pupils dilated, and eyelids half closed. “I’m sleepy, but not enough to go to sleep. I’m tired, but I still feel a strange kind of energy, and bouncing my leg isn’t enough”. 

You moved his hair out of his forehead and gave him a kiss before moving your hands down on his shoulders. 

“Wanna talk for a bit? Tell me what you and the guys did today?” you asked, already moving to sit next to him. He let his head fall on your lap as soon as you settled down, and he lay down, looking up at you.  “K scolded Juju during practice today,” he suddenly said after a long moment of silence, as if he was searching in his mind for what to tell you about his day. “He threw his blindfold on Jo, and K noticed. You should’ve been there; Jo was very confused, Juju burst out laughing, and K just sighed. We didn’t see when it happened, but we had the video. It was so unintentional that alone was extremely funny.” he let out a low laugh, remembering it. 

And you just smiled, caressing his exposed collarbones as you were doing before. Seeing him happy makes you happy, and you could actually picture the entire scene. It must’ve been funny. He kept talking about his day and asked you about yours, but he kept fidgeting with his hands, turning his body on the side, and then on his back again.

“Boo, I still feel you pretty agitated,” you placed your hand on the sides where his neck connects to his jaw, to make him look at you. “Wanna watch something? It might make you sleepier. You always doze off when we cuddle and watch TV,” you suggested, and he gave a nod, unsure if that was going to work. “Can I be the small spoon?” he asked in the shyest way possible, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.  “Sure, boo,” you smiled reassuringly, “let me just…” without letting you ask, he moved closer to the edge of the couch and left some space between him and the back of the couch. You let him choose what to watch, knowing you aren’t really gonna watch it. 

“You look pretty barefaced. I never tell you, but I always think that you are immensely beautiful with and without makeup on,” he mumbled, eyes closed, trying hard to fight the energy inside him, and finally fell asleep.  “Thank you, love. I think that you are very beautiful too, without makeup on Nicho. My love bug,” you smooched his shoulder. But cuddles didn’t work, and he kept moving. 

“Can we play a game? I’ve been wanting to try it for a while now, and since I can’t sleep, this might help me by spending some energy,” he said, turning to face you.  After you accepted with a quick: “You know I’m always open to trying out new things”, he quickly explained the ‘Blindfold tasting’ and its rules.  “Gonna take the blindfold from my drawer, you can choose two things in the meantime. I already know what I’m gonna use.” 

He got up from the couch and went straight to your shared bedroom. You picked out cinnamon and iced tea, craving something sweet with cinnamon. If it wasn’t so late, a coffee with cinnamon sounded like a very good option. Nicholas came back and quickly took what he needed from the kitchen, hiding it from your sight. Head and tail decided he was going to be the first one to be blindfolded. 

He independently opened his mouth and showed you his tongue, without needing you to make him stick it out. You let some cinnamon fall on it, and a second later, without even tasting it, he answered correctly: “I knew you were going to pick cinnamon. Aren’t you a bit too obsessed with it? Do I need to fight it to regain your love?” he was already about to punch the air as he always does, but you stopped him. 

“No boo, you don’t. My heart is all yours, now give me that blindfold.” he handed it to you and, as you were putting it on, he prepared the most disgusting thing he could think of: a spoon of cold tomato sauce from the fridge. 

“Nicholas, why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to give me tomato sauce?” You were going to throw up, but luckily, water helped you make the taste go away without too much effort.  “Sorry, baby, I wanted to try it out. I’ll be kind with the next one, I swear,” he laughed at your annoyed face. He loves teasing people, and you weren’t an exception. 

“My turn,” you drank some tea and waited for him to be ready. 

When he positioned himself, waiting for you to give him the next dish, you tapped on his lips twice with your index finger and made him open his mouth, just to kiss him. You were getting him back with iced tea, pouring it mouth-to-mouth. 

“Iced tea, green one,” he smirked, “you know I don’t mind spit, right?” he teased, amused by the sight of you getting red as a tomato. “Stop and go on”. 

He waited until you were ready to move his shirt out of the way and sprinkle some sugar on his collarbones. Oh, he knew damn well how attractive you think they are. He guided you there, and the grainy texture mixed with the taste gave it away immediately.  “Sugar, clearly!”

He praised you and gave you tons of kisses, sloppy ones too, noticing how the taste of cinnamon was lingering in your mouths, making every kiss taste like it.  “How much cinnamon did you assume this week?” he asked, amused, interrupting your kissing session.  “Not too much, I swear,” you put a hand on your chest and lifted the other one. 

“You know, they say cinnamon changes people's taste, can I eat you out?”

𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐀

“Yuma? Are you awake?” you called your boyfriend out, balancing the grocery bag in your arms to not make them fall while you took off your shoes. It was Sunday morning, you knew he was going to sleep until late, and decided to go grocery shopping before he woke up. When you finally got both your shoes off, you headed straight to the kitchen, only to see him slouched on the kitchen counter, looking intently at the coffee machine.

“Good morning, Bubba! Did you have a good sleep?” you asked, leaving the bags on the counter in front of him. You bent and fastly pressed your lips on his. “Perfectly, even if you move and snore too much,” he teased.

Before you could retort, the microwave signaled his usual morning hot water was ready. “Why were you looking at the coffee machine?” you asked, remembering his furrowed eyebrows, gaze narrowed on the machine. He shrugged: “I was just asking myself how someone can be so masochistic to drink every morning something so bitter like that”.

He peeked at what you bought at the store, and saw a package of multi-flavor damaichuhai kohakutou, your favourite candies. He was already reaching them, but you slapped his hand. “No, I bought this for me, and if you want them, we can eat them tonight in front of our movie,” you explained as you took them and put them in the kitchen drawer. “I’ll be out for the next hour probably. I have to get a new blouse for a presentation I have on Wednesday, and then I’ll go buy some gifts for Lia’s birthday. I have to mail them on time,” you explained, as you kept putting groceries in their designated place.

He hummed and nodded in response, still sipping his warm water.

“I’m going to be at home the whole morning, I’ll be working on some music,” he stretched his arms out, revealing a bit of the tattoo on his stomach. “I really hope they’ll make you produce music for the group one day,” you smiled at him, knowing how passionate he is about music. “You have great skills, Bubba, I’m sure they’ll let you participate in the creative process soon”.

He smiled back at you and looked at the time. “I’ll finish this up, you can go if you need to. The sooner you leave, the sooner you get back, and we’ll have more time to spend together”. You nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, only for your face to be held by one of his hands to turn your face to him and give you a good kiss. 

You ran all your errands: new blouse, gifts for Lia, a small casual gift for Yuma because you saw something that reminded you of him, something for your kitty Binni, and lunch from a restaurant you both love.

“Bubba, I’m home again!” you yelled from the entrance, leaving your shoes there and all your bags in your bedroom. You jogged to the living room and saw Yuma sprawled on it, phone in one hand and damaichuhai kohakutou in the other. You put your hands on your hips and looked him up and down with a serious face.

“Yuma, what did I tell you? Those were for tonight, to eat them together.” You passed a hand on your face and shook your head in disbelief. You thought about how to make him pay and remembered something you’ve seen on TikTok. It was a video on games to play with your boyfriend, and the blindfolded tasting was the right one for the moment, since you bought pepper that morning.

“Well, I had a game to play with you and those, but I guess you don’t care about it.” You shrugged and went to the kitchen to leave your fresh lunch on the counter. He followed right behind you. “No, bug, I want to play. I just ate 1 of them,” he tried to justify himself, but you looked at him with the knowing look that you know will make him confess everything. “Maybe I ate 6 of them, but I really want to play with you! Now, tell me all the rules”.

You quickly explained it and yelled: “I’m going first! Blindfold yourself”. You handed him your scarf, and he tied it behind his head, while you took the ingredient with which you hoped to have your revenge on him.

“Tongue out, I’m putting this straight on it”. You took some black pepper with your fingers, but you didn’t have much time to sprinkle it, as he immediately sneezed when your fingers got close to his nose. “This is pure devil,” he coughed multiple times before answering correctly, “Black pepper, the smell gave it away immediately,” he explained, passing you your scarf.

You were ready and heard him getting up to pick something from the fridge, coming back immediately, and with a cold spoon pressing on your lips. You almost threw up right then, as soon as the “cold store-bought chicken broth” flavor hit your taste buds. “Yuma, what the actual fuck. This is disgusting!” You emptied an entire glass of water to get rid of the taste, and another one to not mix chicken broth flavor with the next thing you were going to use. 

You drank some of his favourite chocolate milk and kept it in your mouth, while he finished tidying the blindfold. “I’m ready,” he said, before feeling your hand on his nape, guiding his face near yours. With your free hand, you tapped him twice on the chin, right under his lower lip, to make him open his mouth, and kissed him deeply. You let all the chocolate milk flow into his mouth and moved your hand from the nape to his throat, feeling him swallow it immediately. “Chocolate milk, my favourite one in a new, better version,” he left your mouth only for a few seconds before returning with impetus. You had to lightly push him away to breathe again.

“Bubba, stop. I still have one of your picks to guess,” you protested.

He then removed the blindfold and helped you tie it. You stayed still, waiting, until you heard a: “It’s ready”. Yuma covered his index and middle fingers with honey and softly touched your lips, smearing it all over your lips, before making you open them.

“Suck on them, Bug. We don’t want to make the couch all dirty, do we?” he teased and felt your tongue swirling around his fingers.

“Honey,” you answered.

“That’s right, bug”. You took off the blindfold and gave him one last, small, kitten lick, looking at his face getting a bit red. His hands roamed all over your body, going under your shirt to play with the hem of your bra.

“Now, you made me crave milk with honey. You got to make it up for me, don’t you think, bug?"

[moonlitnicho]

ꕤ｡˚⋆ soft mornings, softer you ⋆˚｡ꕤ

✧ a sleepy morning, a clingy boyfriend, and nicholas deciding you’re far too comfortable in his hoodie for him to ever let you leave

✧ nicholas x fem!reader | established relationship, fluff, domestic romance, sleepy cuddles, teasing, soft mornings | wc: 1,500+

✧ author’s note: this is basically just nicholas being obsessed with his girlfriend for 1.5k words ♡

✧ keep reading if you want to stay a while ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

at first, you think you’re dreaming.

warmth pressed against your back, slow breathing near your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist like it refuses to let go—

then you feel the slight squeeze when you shift.

oh.

nicholas.

you blink sleepily at the wall in front of you, still half asleep.

the room is quiet, pale morning light slipping through the curtains softly enough that everything still feels warm and blurry around the edges.

you try to move a little.

the arm around you tightens immediately.

“don’t,” nicholas mumbles into the back of your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.

you smile instantly.

“good morning to you too.”

he groans quietly, pressing his face further into your hoodie. “it’s too early for talking.”

“you literally talked first.”

“that doesn’t count.”

you laugh softly under your breath.

he sounds so sleepy it’s almost unfair.

you turn slightly in his arms so you can look at him properly.

big mistake.

his hair is messy in every direction, eyes barely open, cheeks still soft with sleep, and somehow he still looks devastatingly pretty.

your heart immediately folds in on itself.

nicholas notices you staring after a second.

“…why are you looking at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re having a full internal crisis.”

you let out a soft laugh. “maybe i am.”

“why?”

you smile a little into the pillow, cheeks warm. “because you look really cute right now.”

nicholas pauses for a second.

then, very quietly, he pulls the blanket up over part of his face like that somehow fixes the situation.

you stare at him.

“…are you hiding?”

“no.”

“you literally are.”

“it’s too early to be perceived.”

you laugh again, brighter this time, and he peeks at you over the blanket like he physically cannot help it.

there’s something so soft about him in the mornings.

less composed.

less careful.

just yours.

you try sitting up again.

before you can get very far, nicholas catches the sleeve of your hoodie lazily between his fingers.

“where are you going?” he mumbles.

“the bathroom.”

he frowns immediately, still half asleep. “again?”

you blink. “i haven’t gone yet.”

“oh.”

he thinks about that for a second.

then tightens his arm around your waist anyway.

“still. don’t go.”

you laugh softly. “you’re so clingy in the mornings.”

“only because you’re warm,” he murmurs against the pillow.

then, quieter:

“and because i like you a lot.”

his voice is lingering when he says it, like it slips out before he can think too hard about it.

and somehow that makes your heart feel even lighter.

because he says it like it’s nothing new.

like it’s always been true.

like it’s just part of the morning, the same way the sunlight is.

your face warms immediately.

nicholas notices, of course.

he always does.

a small, drowsy smile tugs at his lips. “there it is.”

“what?” you mumble, already trying to hide behind the pillow.

“you getting all shy again.”

“i’m not shy,” you insist, though your voice comes out softer than you mean it to.

you pull the blanket up a little more anyway, hiding your face.

nicholas lets out a quiet laugh and gently tugs it back down just enough to see you.

“don’t hide,” he says, still smiling. “i like seeing you like this.”

your chest melts a little at that.

actually, a lot.

you glance down after a second and realize—

“…wait. this is your hoodie.”

nicholas hums softly, still half asleep. “yeah.”

you blink slowly. “when did i steal this?”

“you didn’t steal it,” he says.

“then why am i wearing it?”

he takes a moment, eyes barely open, like he’s searching his sleep-fogged memory for the right explanation.

“because you said yours didn’t smell like me.”

you go completely still.

“…i said that out loud?”

“mhm.”

your voice drops immediately. “that’s so embarrassing.”

nicholas just smiles a little against the pillow. “i thought it was cute.”

you make a small noise of protest and hide your face in the pillow right away.

he laughs softly and reaches over, fingers brushing your hair back with slow, careful movements.

“you were half asleep,” he murmurs. “you also called me ‘home’ like it was a personality trait.”

“nicholas,” you whine quietly. “please stop remembering things.”

“and then,” he continues anyway, way too pleased with himself, “you took my hoodie and refused to give it back.”

you peek out slightly. “in my defense… it’s really comfortable.”

“i noticed.”

you sit up a little, still hiding half your face. “so this is what our relationship has come to?”

nicholas hums thoughtfully, eyes soft.

“apparently,” he says, “i just get robbed and complimented a lot.”

you finally crack a smile.

“and you’re okay with that?”

he reaches for your hand under the blanket, lacing your fingers.

“yeah,” he says simply. “i’m willing to suffer through it."

you peek up at him finally, and he’s already looking at you.

softly.

like he always does when you’re not paying attention.

your stomach flips a little.

“what?” you ask quieter this time.

nicholas shrugs slightly against the pillow.

“nothing,” he murmurs. “i just really like waking up next to you.”

your entire brain goes completely still.

he says things like that so gently too.

never dramatic.

never forced.

just honest enough to make your chest ache.

“you’re being suspiciously sweet right now.”

nicholas hums a little, still half-asleep. “maybe i just like you.”

you blink at him, caught off guard for a second.

then you smile anyway, like you can’t really help it.

“that’s not a fair answer,” you mumble softly.

he shifts closer under the blanket, “why not?”

“because now i don’t know what to say.”

that makes him smile—small and drifting, but so fond it’s impossible to miss.

his hand finds yours under the blanket again, fingers slipping into yours easily.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he says quietly. “just stay.”

your chest feels warm immediately.

“…i was going to,” you admit, voice softer now.

“good,” he murmurs. “then we agree.”

you glance at him, still smiling a little.

he’s looking at you like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be.

like he wouldn’t want anywhere else.

and somehow, that makes you relax even more into him.

“i never want mornings like this to end,” you say quietly.

his expression softens instantly.

he’s quiet for a moment, then breathes out a small laugh that isn’t really amused—more like he’s trying to believe you.

“why would it have to?” he asks gently.

and this time, neither of you rush to fill the silence after that.

[rabbitskinz]

thinking about needy taki dry humping u in his fav position..

tags - dry humping, suuper needy and tipsy taki

a/n - not proofread at allll lol feeling super horny and seen a post similar to this that reminded me of him hehe

you were sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when a slightly intoxicated, whiny taki pushed open the door so hard he nearly broke the hinges. the loud commotion nearly caused you to jump out of your seat, thinking an intruder was breaking in. but no, it was just your taki, coming home earlier than usual. you were no stranger to this version of him, he was always coming home late and drunk after having a “boys night” with his friends.

you watched as he stumbled his way towards you, his heavy-lidded eyes staring intensely at you. his words nearly incoherent, you could only make out the words “some girl” when you realized what he was on about. planning on comforting him, you motioned for him to come to you. he, of course, listened like the good boy he wanted to be. his feet padded across the hardwood floor towards you, stopping at the edge of the couch, then practically falling on top of you, knocking you on your back. your body pinned underneath his. you could feel his thick, heavy cock resting on your thigh.

“i need you- need your body” taki whined, eyes bleary and begging. “please please, just let me-“ he didn’t even wait for an answer, his body rutting against your soft thigh, so needy he didn’t even bother undressing. his hand gripped your shorts, pushing them up slightly.

quiet, shaky breaths escaped his parted lips, his gaze fixed on the outline of your body, your thin clothes fitting you just right. his free hand snaking its way up your body, groping at your tits. his touch growing rougher and rougher as his hips began to move faster. his clothed cock hot and throbbing, you could feel every twitch through the thin fabric of his shorts.

“you feel so good—fuck” taki groaned, his words almost slurred. a small damp spot forming on his shorts.

his breath quickened, his body aching for release. his mouth was hanging open, as he was so concentrated on his pleasure, his eyes nearly rolling back, until he slowed, you could physically see the wheels turning in his brain—for the first time all night.

his fingers clutched your hips with a bruising force, lifting you and flipping you over into his favorite position with ease. his cock grinded perfectly against your ass, the wet patch on your panties growing as did his noises. his uncontrollable sounds filled the otherwise quiet room, you were sure your neighbors could hear him.

“taki! people are going to-“ his hand smacked against your mouth, muffling your words. he was too focused on his own pleasure to care about anything else.

“oh god- fuck i’m gonna-“ taki whimpered, as it felt like fireworks were set off in his body. every nerve of his on fire as he spilled his hot cum in his shorts, his body shaking, and his hips occasionally jerking forward as he came down from his orgasm.

his body collapsed on top of yours, softly mumbling “you’re so good to me” and “i love you” over and over as the exhaustion caught up to him.

© rabbitskinz.

[eastorwestidoitbest]

Back scratcher

pt1

suggestive, fluff

guys, this is so bunz, i was bored and this is my first time making something like this...clearly i suck but anyways...

[annalushy]

yo I know I just requested something but I’m insatiable 😅😅 anyways can I get nerdsung smut with chubby reader (I love me some representation out here)

It's alr request all u want. Cuz now I actually have something better to do on my phone then scroll on tt✌️🫩

𝓗𝓪𝓷 - "𝓜𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂"

𝓐𝓾: I wasn't as lazy with this like my last one so I lwk took my time for once🫰❤️‍🩹

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: First time, virgin (F&M), tit play, masturbation, mommy kink, slight sub!Han, smut, fluff in all sorts of places, jst basically a wholesome relationship.

It was a normal day for you, just the usual things happened. Getting bullied for being chubby.

Getting picked on at school by some loudmouth boys everyday was normal to you by now, never did you stand up to them, never did they break the routine of doing it non-stop in the hallways when you were in sight.

Han Jisung, a bystander who always watched you get picked on and was too scared to do anything about it, was also a victim of getting picked on by the group of emotionality insecure boys. It would take every fiber of his human being to not lunge at them or stand up for you, but he never did, always stops scared in his tracks and watched it all unfold before his eyes.

This day was just like the others, everything about today the same as yesterday, the only difference was... Han didn't watch you get picked on today. No. Instead he called out to the boys "It isn't her fault! Some people's body were made to be just like hers! It's how she was since her first day on this planet!" and wow were you surprised at this.

The boys just scoff and walk off, leaving you both alone in the empty hallway. "You... Actually helped me?" your voice is shaky "I can't just let them hate on you when you have such a gorgeous body, Y/N" he responds as he takes your hands into his. Your cheeks pinken up a bit at his sudden action before he picks you up gently in bridal style "Am I too heavy?" you say worried in case he gets hurt from carrying you to his dorm. "I have worked out just for this moment so I can swoop you off your feet and lay you on my bed. What do you think?" he answers as you can feel his heartbeat booming through his chest, his excitement clear.

The moment you both reach his dorm he locks the door shut and lays you on his bed gently like you are a prized object, something so delicate that it may break. Han crawls over you and holds himself up as he hovers above your body "May I play with these gorgeous tits?" he looks up at you with those big round boba eyes of his "please do" you nod eagerly as he slowly cups your boobs through your dress. He fondles them softly while giving much appreciation to them as well "So soft and full. All mine to love" he whispers tenderly in your ear.

The way you arch up into him drives him wild, not wasting a second of time as he pulls off your dress and your underclothes, leaving you nude. "Han... This is my first time" you say slightly embarrassed "Its my first time too" he says back as he gets off you and takes off his shirt, sitting down in his gaming chair by his bed.

"Watch me and see how much I appreciate you and your body... mommy" he whips out his hard and leaking cock, discarding the rest his clothing to join you as nude.

You sit up the moment he wraps his hand firm around his hard length, watching him in awe as he pumps himself to you "Faster... Hannie" you say to him as he whimpers in response. "Y-yes, mommy..." he pumps his fist around him faster, his moans loud and carefree, "Good boy".

Those two words, 'Good boy', pushes him over the edge completely. He cums all over his stomach moaning loudly "Mommy! My mommy!" Han whimpers and pants heavily, moving towards you. Your surprised as his cock quickly hardens up again despite just cumming, it now against your thigh "Ready?" he teases the tip against your entrance, earning a whimper from you "Mhm!"

Han thrusts into you hard, inexperienced, watching his cock go in and out of you and hearing your moans of pleasure from it.

"Shit... I don't know if I can last any longer!" he whines softly and you moan into his ear "Same here... But your making me feel so good" you whisper heavily. He growls at your words and goes feral, pounding into you like an animal at an animalistic pace "Gonna fill you up good with my load, mommy" he growls as he spills into you, painting your walls white.

"You did so good, Jisung" you pant as he collapses on top of you, squishing you a bit from his weight. You cuddle him softly and give him head pats as a reward.

"Mmm... I'ma good boy for you, mommy".....

For my mommy @zoellovstay🤤🤤🤤

......

I had some writers block while doing ts. Pray for me y'all😔🙏

Moots that will prob like this: @pastelmuffinparis @pinkmonsoonogre @sillyminknow @anna-in-my-own-world @sstrawbxrry

[lix-ables]

🫧 くWINE DRUNK.ろ

YOU KNOW WHAT IM THINKING ABOUT? BEING WINE DRUNK. with chan, LIKE. hear me out okay.

you're wearing an oversized shirt - his - and just your panties. you're in the kitchen, and maybe heating up some leftover pasta. chan's fucked you seven ways into sunday, your hair now a mess, and he just casually walks in with nothing but his sweatpants loose on his hips.

you're somehow in a situation where you're both having a heated banter about something related to greek mythology.

"so you think humans are better than gods?"

"obviously not. gods literally control everything."

"yeah, and they're also emotionally unstable TODDLERS with lightning."

"brave of you to insult zeus while drinking wine, sweetheart."

you dramatically bring your hand to your chest, your eyes wide as you stare at chan. "he literally cheated on everyone he's ever loved. i'm allowed to insult him."

"you're just jealous he could pull."

"no," you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend, the ladle forgotten in the pasta dish as you turn to face him. "i'm judging his personality, not his terrible taste in women."

"terrible?" he questions, walking you against the counter beside him, propping you up and placing you on it. chan leans in to place an open-mouthed kiss onto your shoulder, his hands rubbing the sides of your thighs as he stands between your legs.

"don't argue with me," you pout, still a bit tipsy on the wine you were both having. you've almost finished the bottle now, you notice as you reach for it. chan lifts the shirt up just a little, reaching to play with your nipples, earning a moan from you; his other hand reaches to pull your soaked panties to the side, teasing your clit just a little, enough to get a reaction from you.

your fingers grip the bottle tighter as you look into his eyes. "you like it when i argue with you, bub. don't you? gets you really needy, and wet for me." he mumbles into your skin, his thumb rubbing your clit, switching between rubbing and pinching. you whine, dropping the bottle onto the counter next to you, gripping onto chan's bare shoulders. your nails now digging into his skin.

"s-still sensitive," you whimper into his mouth as he presses soft kisses to your lips. "yeah? that didn't stop you 15 mins ago when you were crying out my name. i know you have it in you, one more. hm?"

your legs come to wrap around his waist, bringing him closer to you - close enough to feel his boner against your thigh.

"o-one more," you nod, letting him carry you back into your bedroom, pasta long forgotten now.

"we'll see about that, sweetheart."

note. should i be back because hi, i need to be stopped, and ive been thinking about this since i saw dis yesterday on pinterest I NEED HELP BUT HI JDAOSUDHU there's dis guy im talking to AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT HIM BUT UGHHH DIS JUST SHOWS HOW SINGLE I AM JESUS