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A LITTLE BIT DANGEROUS,

:¨ ·.· ¨: stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsister!reader 𝜗𝜚 `· . 𐙚 warnings. stepcest. public sex. oral (f!receiving). fingering. nasty dirty talk ː for livie &&& tasha ♡

your step-brother, nicholas, had a weird addiction to your pussy. maybe it was the way you tasted, maybe it was your intoxicating smell; or maybe it was the sweet, little noises — so much different from your usual demanding and sugar-coated voice — that had him on his knees every time you spread your legs for him. one look, it was all it took; the soft flutter of your lashes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, twirling a piece of hair around your finger — and he already knew what you wanted.

the worst thing? he wanted it just as much.

that's how you found yourself here — legs spread in the air in a pretty v shape, with nicholas' veiny arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling onto the floor from your spot on the kitchen counter. with the party going on outside, the house was fully empty, except for the two of you, lingering in the kitchen for long; not long enough for your family to get suspicious and come look for you, though.

it was a beautiful and peaceful evening in california; the sun was just hiding behind the horizon, coating the skies in pretty pink and orange hue. your uncle's loud voice echoed through the garden, along with mixed voices and laughter from both yours and nicholas' families. or, should you say just — your family?

your little black dress rested on your upper thighs, swirling in the light wind as you moved around the garden to greet the guests. nicholas stood there, chatting with some friend of his you didn't have an opportunity to meet yet, looking as handsome as ever in his tank top and beige pants — something so basic, yet so good on him. nicholas' tan skin seemed to glow in the setting sun, the veins on his arms more prominent than ever as he flexed his muscles, stretching his arms over his head.

you found yourself twirling a piece of your perfectly curled hair around your finger, leaning on your elbows so that he could get a sneak of your boobs if he looked long enough; your fingers ghosting over the rim of your glass as you stared at your step-brother absently. his dark eyes met yours every now and then, sending you a clear message — right there and then, he wanted this; no, he needed this. needed you. the consequences be damned.

"shit, nick— someone could walk in—", you stutter, pushing his face closer towards your pussy absentmindedly, and you hear him chuckle against your mound at your weak protest. the vibration sends a spark of electricity down your spine, and you can't control the moan that slips past your lips as nicholas' mouth closes around your clit. his nails dig into your thighs almost painfully, but you're too high up to care — all you can think about is him, right there, right now, kneeling in front of you and devouring you as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"for someone who talks so much, you're ridiculously quiet now", nicholas teases between licks, manoeuvring between short, precise flicks of his tongue and long swipes that have you clutching on the counter until your knuckles turn white. as much as you hate him for his cockiness and carelessness, you can't bring yourself to care, not now. with his tongue circling around your clenching hole, dipping in just barely to feel you clench around the muscle, and your legs beginning to shake where he holds them open, the bitchy reply dies in your throat.

"what is it, lil' sis? does your big brother's tongue feel good on your little pussy? she just needs to be taken care of, yeah? you poor little thing," nicholas coos softly, his voice sickly sweet, dripping with a fake sincere that has you gripping the counter tighter.

"such a shame you're such a dirty, pathetic whore."

tears spring to your eyes at the pure obscenity of his words, and you shake your head, teeth sinking in your bottom lip as you throw your head back. as much as nicholas' remarks annoy you, you can't deny they also make the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to burst just as he chuckles into you, clearly amused by your fucked-out state. you can't help the shameless moan that slips past your dry throat as you fight to free your legs from the painful grip he has on you.

"ni— nickkk," you beg quietly, hoping he'd catch the hint just as your mother's voice echoes through the garden, getting dangerously close to the balcony door. you straighten your posture, both hands in nicholas' hair now to get him to stop, hoping he'd listen, just like you know he can.

but your step-brother seems to know exactly what you need, even if you don't say it directly. he redoubles his effort, sucking your clit into his mouth while groaning into you, fingers digging into your sensitive skin. his dark eyes glimmer with satisfaction and something darker, something that has your toes curling and back arching. you're moaning into the summer air, rocking your hips back and forth against nicholas' face as his tongue swirls around your nub.

"such a naughty, dirty slut, aren't you, sis?," nicholas teases, smacking his lips together when he pulls away for a breath, licking away the string of saliva that connects him to the heaven that is your sloppy pussy — his own step-sister's pussy, the very one he craves for every night, he realises. with the thought blooming in his head, and a newfound determination, he lets go of your thigh and gets up from where he's kneeling on the floor, standing between your legs as two of his fingers slip into your hole. you slap your hand over your mouth when he curls them inside you, immediately beginning to fuck into you with a force that has you dangerously close to the edge.

"oh shit— nick, fuck— oh, i'm gonna come," you cry out, pulling nicholas' neck to lick at his jaw and mouth, tasting yourself on his face as he groans into the air, his thumb finding your clit as he rubs it gently — a sharp contrast to the toughness of his fingers working inside you. you're not allowed to cum, you know, he has to give you a verbal permission, and you're a well-trained little sister for your older brother. so you hold it in, pulling nicholas down for a sloppy kiss, your moans swallowed by his sinful lips on yours as he kissed you with just as much vigour, pushing your hips down with his free hand when you started to wiggle against his body.

"you wanna cum, sissy?," nicholas teases lowly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth lewdly, his fingers curling upward until you feel like crying from the overwhelming pleasure. you nod the best you can, nails scratching on the back of his neck until you're sure you'll leave marks there. good.

"you know what good girls say when they want to cum, baby. don't you? c'mon, sweetness," he urges, and you feel his smell invade your senses, his voice and the sound of your squelching wetness filling the small, orange-hued space. "you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah?"

nicholas' hand finds your jaw, making you pout your lips as you look up at him through your lashes, swallowing your pride the moment you meet his demanding gaze.

"fuck, yes— wanna be your good girl, shittt! please, nick", you cry out. as you feel the wetness cling to your inner thighs your cheeks grow hot, tears springing in the corners of your eyes as he smiles cruelly, kissing your pouting mouth wetly.

"hmm, not quite good enough, sissy," he teases again, smirking to himself when he feels you tighten around his fingers. he rubs your clit furiously, his whole body pressing against yours to ensure you don't fall onto the wooden floor. "say it."

you hiccup, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, your nails digging into his bicep. the feeling of his muscles clenching under your touch is your unraveling as you fall forward, but nicholas' hand wraps around your throat firmly to make sure you keep your watery eyes on him.

"please, big brother, wanna cum f'you," you whine pathetically, choking on your breath when nicholas' thumb presses on your pulse point, his eyes dark as he studies your angelic expression.

"that's my girl, fuck," he growls lowly, speeding up his ministrations on your pussy as the wet, squelching sounds fill the thick air, making the tips of your ears turn red with humiliation. you hate it how easily he takes control over you, hate it when he makes the tables turn and leaves you trembling under his intense eyes. you let out a strangled moan, feeling your hole flutter as your tight canal swallows nicholas' fingers again, again and again—

"cum for me, sis. let me see you come f'me, yeah, give me allll you got," he coos, letting go of your neck to give your covered breast a firm squeeze, and it's all it takes. your cries and nicholas' groan echo through the kitchen as you come on his fingers, hard. you soak nicholas' hand as some transparent liquid squirts out of your clenching hole, dripping down his arm and onto the wooden floor.

he works you through the waves of your orgasm, mumbling incoherent words into the air — but they aren't meant for you to hear. your eyes are heavy when nicholas lifts his hand to tap his soaked fingers against your bottom lip, his gaze softer now, affection mixed with a hint of authority.

"suck yourself off my fingers, baby. if you do good, maybe, maybe i'll fuck your pretty little throat later, yeah?".

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writing again!

i am so excited and so happy to say, I feel like my schedule has been filled up. I am... so SO genuinely excited to say that I am writing again. Let's start with the fact that I STILL love nicholas!! he's not disappearing, but I also really love my guilty pleasure series, so instead of coming back with that, im going to release a different oneshot to get my writing back into practice. I won't mess up the speed of guilty pleasure just for me to get less rusty. I'm excited for the future of my writing, and thank you for reading. love you all so much <3

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omg hey people!! i haven’t opened this app in forever, im so sorry! im not gonna lie to you and say that i am working on anything right now because ive been busy recently, but i definitely will get to that draft i have of charlie mayhew. trust me when i have time i will be so happy to write again, thank you so much for your patience. hope my moots see this.

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❛ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. . .ᐟ dr charlie mayhew

𓍯 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . dr mayhew x onlyfansstar!reader

warnings. pure smut. minors dni! female + male masturbation, perv!charlie, obsessed!charlie, slight exhibitionism, public masturbation ﹆

dodjsosksksDoctor Charlie's office was immersed in silence, occasionally punctuated by the buzzing of the lamp or the clicking of the keyboard as he worked, his face illuminated by the light of his laptop screen.

He was replying to some e-mails, but his mind wandered to the darkest corner of his brain — to you.

He recalled the last appointment you had attended, or, rather, the way you looked as you did. Your clothes were always a little too revealing for the occasion — short skirts, gorset tops, high boots that added extra centimetres to your small height. Your hard, teasing gaze lingered on Charlie's lips too long as he spoke; your fingers tugging at your necklaces, small smile playing on the corners of your lips as you let your mind wander. You always had a lot to say —whether it was questions about the medical terms he was talking about, or a little, teasing remarks that had him clench his fists under the table.

You weren't doing much, but it was enough for the Doctor to think about you late at night. He couldn't fight the urge to search your name online, wanting nothing more but to know more about you — what he had found, though, was way more intimate than he intended to find. Charlie recalled the way his mouth dropped at the sight of the first link that popped up: your onlyfans page. It was the best twenty dollars he had ever spent in his life — he thought, as he scrolled down your page, seeing the videos and pictures of you that had his cock twitch in his pants.

Maybe he was a pervert — you were his patient, after all, and he got to see you quite often. Yet everything about you was so tempting, so utterly sinful — he was simply unable to stop.

Charlie felt the heat growing in his stomach as he replied to the last e-mail, sighing deeply as exhaustion washed over his tense body. He run his hands down his face, resting his elbows on the table. Your face flashed in his mind when he let his eyes close, just for a second; your doe-like eyes that looked up at him with respect, your mouth slightly agape, giving Charlie a sneak peak of the inside of your mouth. Your lashes casting shadows over your cheeks as you fiddled with your fingers, admitting to neglecting your health, unable to look your Doctor in the eyes. All of the little things about you had him in a chokehold, and you didn't even know it — or, at least, that's what he thought.

Charlie logged off of his medical account, yet another sigh leaving his mouth as he heard a soft knock on his office door.

"Come in", he forced a polite smile as the door squeaked open, one of the young nurses entering the room hesitantly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night, Doctor", she began apologetically, fidgeting with her fingers, avoiding his gaze. "But there's this patient that asked for an appointment with you. Tomorrow. Her name is Y/N Y/S".

Charlie stiffened at the sound of your name — his fists clenched and breathing stopped altogether as he tried to act as nonchalant as possible. He reached for his cup, sipping on the now cold coffee for long enough to collect himself — he didn't want to embarrass himself and stutter over his words, though his mind was racing, strange warmth filling his stomach.

The effect you had on him was disturbing, really. All he did was hear your name, and it already made his heart race, his cock twitching in his pants, begging for attention. Pathetic. "Yeah. Of course", he managed to let out, fixing the papers on his desk to clear his mind, just a little. "I'll be free at 6. Let me know if she'll be available then".

"Of course, Doctor. Goodnight", the woman smiled, leaving the room seconds later. Charlie let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding — he had to deal with the rather big problem in his pants as soon as possible.

Charlie fidgeted with his ball pen, repeatedly clicking on it to somewhat calm the storm currently going on in his head. The papers on his desk looked at him, begging to be filled and checked — but he was way too distracted to even spare them a glance. He shifted in his seat, spreading his legs, his back melting into the hard backrest of the chair as his fingers moved over the keyboard with purpose, typing your name almost instinctively.

It was already late, so he doubted anyone would disturb him — the nurses' shift has already ended, and there certainly was no reason for any of the patients to storm into his office at 1 AM.

The all-familiar home page of your onlyfans page always gave him a weird feeling of comfort. Your wide, doe-like eyes stared back at him through the screen, your contagious smile somehow making his heart beat a little faster. Charlie could hear the loud thudding of his heart in the quietness of the room as he scrolled down your page, biting his lip as the newest video of yours popped up. It wasn't anything unusual — it was a video of you masturbating, as usual, since you only made solo content.

And God, he was so glad.

Without a second thought, he clicked on the video, making sure his volume was almost entirely off before leaning against his chair again, ready to watch it as if it was a normal movie. His hand was already dangerously close to his crotch, resting on his upper-thigh as the video started to play.

Charlie's breath hitched when he saw you. You sat on your king-sized bed, the fairy lights behind you casting shadows over your figure, making you look ethereal. Your full lips glistened in the dim light as you moved to get something from the other side of the bed, and Charlie noted how your perfectly done hair fell around your shoulders, bouncing in the air as you moved around. A tight, black top clung to your chest in a way that had his mouth water, and your panties — or rather, what was supposed to be panties — hiding between your ass cheeks and just barely covering your most intimate part had Charlie chuckle lowly.

You positioned yourself on the centre of your bed, staring up at the camera once, and Charlie's breath hitched — he felt as if you were looking right through him, even though it was a previously filmed video.

Besides, there was no way you knew he was watching you.

The vibrator you held in your hand almost went unnoticed by the man — he was too focused on your face, on the way your mouth parted, the way your lashes casted shadows over your cheeks. Fuck. Before he knew it, he was already palming the growing bulge in his pants, his half-lidded eyes following the way your chest heaved and head dropped back. The low buzzing of the vibrator filled the air, along with your heavy breaths as you slowly pressed the toy against your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked into the air and you instinctively reached to palm your breast with your free hand, circling your nipple with your forefinger — the action making you cry out, causing a low moan to escape from Charlie's lips. He was growing hot quickly, and you didn't even undress yet. He hastily took off his coat, carelessly throwing it onto the floor, unbuckling his belt just seconds later, his pants falling to the floor as he took a seat again. There was a wet patch on the centre of his boxers, but it almost went unnoticed by him as he pulled them down just enough so that his cock could spring free from the confines.

The second you pulled your panties to the side, Charlie wrapped a hand around his already flushed, stiff cock, his palm gliding over the soft skin. He groaned as quiet as possible — although it wasn't easy, not when he watched you circle your now bare pussy with your middle finger. Your back arched off the bed as you spread your sweet juices all over your little clit, and Charlie's mouth watered.

He imagined it was him touching you right now — his fingers diving into your tight pussy while he'd suck your clit into his mouth. He pumped his wrist harder, faster; you moaned loudly as you slowly pushed a finger inside you, and Charlie wondered if it was all you could take. He wondered if his length would even fit inside you — based off the video currently playing in front of his eyes, he doubted that.

Charlie's muscles clenched as he swiped his thumb against the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum all over for more lubrication. His breath was quick, uneven, desperate groans blending with your angelic sighs, as you hastily fingered yourself. With a shaky hand, you reached to grab your vibrator, pressing it against your clit, circling it over your sensitive nub until you were crying out.

"Shit, fuck! Need you...", you mumbled, your jaw going slack, your eyebrows furrowing. Charlie let out a breathless moan at the sound of your voice — yet he couldn't help the tingle of annoyance, and something different — jealousy, maybe? — that bloomed in his chest. Whoever it was you were fantasising about, was fucking lucky, he thought, feeling his orgasm nearing steadily. He dipped his head back, focusing on your little moans, whimpers and sighs, occasionally punctuated by a squelching sound of your fingers thrusting into your pussy. Charlie's head was filled with images of you, in front of him, stroking his cock just like he was doing right now. You'd smile playfully, maybe a little amused by his neediness, and then you'd spit on his cock, letting your saliva drop onto his leaking tip and run down the side of his cock. Then, you'd slowly lower yourself onto the floor, falling on your knees, ready to worship him — ready to take everything he'd give you.

A loud cry coming from his laptop filled the thick air in his office, and suddenly he remembered he was still at work. His dark, half-lidded eyes were focused on you as his wrist steadily worked on his shaft — the wet, slapping sounds filled the room, along with his throaty moans, and suddenly, his back arched off the chair, just as your own lifted off the bed.

Charlie has never felt so connected with someone — which, the longer he thought about it, sounded ridiculous. You were nothing more than his patient, and the relationship you had was strictly formal. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling of something deeper lingering in the air between the two of you, a tension that couldn't be explained, an unspecified feeling that bubbled in his chest. Charlie felt himself tripping over the edge, just as your loud cries got more desperate, more intense and oh, so tempting.

With wide eyes, he watched your pussy gush, every withdraw of your fingers causing a stream of transparent liquid to burst out of your soppy hole. Your thighs shook violently as you rode out your orgasm, your juices wetting the bedding under you, creating a wet puddle under your ass.

"Holy shit", Charlie grunted lowly, gliding his hand up and down irregularly, his hips jerking into the air as ropes of cum spurted from his sensitive tip, landing on his white shirt, some drops reaching his red tie. He couldn't find it in himself to care, not now — not when the coil in his stomach exploded, fireworks erupting all over his body, his muscles violently shaking, sore and exhausted. A quiet, defenceless whine bubbled in his throat as he rode out his high, sweat pouring down his forehead, his previously perfectly-combed hair now messy and damp.

"I guess that's a wrap, folks", you giggled, quite breathless, your whole body flushed and glistening with sweat. Charlie watched, with half-lidded eyes, as you shifted on the bed, reaching for your camera, winking once before the video ended.

He fell back against the chair, his muscles relaxing, the afterglow of the earth-shattering orgasm he just experienced making his mind go blank for a moment. A glint of your innocent, wide-eyed gaze flashed in his mind, and, embarrassingly so, he felt his cock twitch in his hand yet again, aching but not yet satisfied.

With a deep, defeating sigh, he realised that he could never be fully satisfied until he got his hands on you.

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❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ❜ ⸝⸝⸝ nicholas alexander chavez cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught . 𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪

꙳⋆𓍯 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ nicholas chavez & goodgirl!reader

SUMMARY. boy next door nicholas sneaks through your window every night, when your parents go to sleep. this night, you want to give him all of you, for the first time. based on this request. ⟢

WARNINGS. +18 — minors dni! virginity loss ␥ softdom!nicholas ␥ oral (f!receiving) ␥ fingering ␥ grinding ␥ pussydrunk!nicholas ␥ handjob / male masturbation ␥ size difference ␥ fluffy fluff ♡ ┊ wc. 6197

"Honey", your mom's voice was warm and inviting as she peeped out from behind the door, her usual night robe loose on her shoulders. You lifted your gaze from the book you pretended to read, your legs swinging in the air — a small smile appearing on your face at the sight of her small form standing at the door. "I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up too late, okay? I love you", she blew you a kiss, not waiting for a response before disappearing behind the door.

"Sleep well! Love you!", you called after her, hearing her soft chuckle before she shut the door behind her. A soft sound of the creaking wood filled the air as she walked down the stairs, eventually fading away into the thin air.

You sighed with relief, throwing the long forgotten book onto the bed before rolling onto your back, finally deciding to sit up after a few seconds. You hurriedly got up, almost stumbling over your own feet as you reached for the light switch, turning off the big lights. Your room was now only illuminated by the fairy lights on the wall behind your bed, making the room cozy and warm — or at least, you hoped that's what Nicholas will think when he gets there.

You stood in the middle of your room, nervously chewing on your nails before lighting up one of your vanilla-scented candles. You made sure there was no worn out clothes anywhere on the floor, reaching for your phone immediately after.

You unplugged it from the charger, watching as the screen lit up with a new message. You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you quickly clicked on the notification.

nic: green light?

You couldn't help but smile. It was his way of asking if your mother has already gone to sleep — without making it obvious and unnecessarily suspicious. Your mom never checked your phone, mostly because you never gave her reasons to, but you can never be too careful.

y/n (you): green light. i'm waiting :)

You quickly typed the response, catching yourself grinning like a fool. You straightened up the sheets, making sure everything was perfect, even though you knew Nicholas couldn't care less. Everything that mattered to him was spending time with you, even if it meant climbing a tree every night just to hang out for a couple of hours. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you felt as if it might just break free from your chest any second now. No matter how many times you saw Nick, it never got old — the butterflies, the flush of your cheeks, the wide smile on your face, the warmth in your chest.

You smoothed out the wrinkles on your little, black tank top, running your palms over your bare thighs — excitement starting to bloom in your lower stomach as you let your mind wander to Nicholas. You run a hand through your hair, tugging at the strands before nervously fixing it, smoothing it down with your palms.

Nicholas wasn't supposed to be anything more than your neighbour. He was the reckless type — always the life of the party, in the spotlight, attracting girls with a little to no effort. You, on the other hand, were reserved, always working hard so that you could meet your parents' expectations. You weren't innocent, no — but you never had a boyfriend. Not before Nicholas.

You knew your parents expected you to date a good boy from a good family, preferably a future doctor or a lawyer. Nicholas was the total opposite, though — he wanted to be an actor. During your, so called, "sleepovers", he'd often daydream about being on the big screens one day. And you knew he'd make it — and you also wanted to be there for him when he does.

His smile flashed in your mind, and you felt your cheeks grow warm at the thought itself. The way he made you laugh, the way he kissed you as if you were everything he ever wanted — how special he made you feel. You were always scared to take things further, to let him have all of you, mostly because you've never done it, and he seemed to have plenty of experience. But tonight, you were ready. You were ready to feel him, to feel all of him — to let you take control not only over your mind, but also body.

A loud shuffle of branches breaking, coming from just outside your window, caught you off guard. You were so deep in your thoughts the sound made you shudder, almost giving you a heart attack.

You stood up from the bed, pulling your little shorts further down your thighs, suddenly very nervous. You took a deep breath, hesitantly walking towards the window before opening it wide. The cool, night air flowed into your room, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your bare shoulders and legs. The smell of freshly mowed grass filled your nostrils, and you took a deep breath, savouring the quietness of the world outside. That was before Nicholas' huge form came into sight; his arms supporting his weight as he climbed up the tree right outside your window — and you couldn't help but notice the protruding veins adoring his forearms.

"Took you long enough", you teased, making sure to keep your voice quiet just in case your mom wasn't asleep yet. You heard a snarl coming from the man, as he, supported by the ledge, slipped into your room with a loud thump. He wiped his hands off on the back of his shorts, running them through his hair immediately after.

"Well, try climbing up that tree in total darkness — then we can talk", he playfully rolled his eyes, already reaching for your hand to press a soft, lingering kiss on the back. The sweet gesture sent a shiver down your spine, and you grinned like a fool, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. "I missed you. And God— you look beautiful".

His hands found place on your hips as he began to walk the two of you back towards your bed, and you giggled, falling against the soft pillows with a soft thump. Nicholas landed on top of you, supporting his weight on his forearms as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips. You eagerly responded, tilting your head to grant him better access — your fingers already toying with the short hair on the nape of his neck as if you were starved to touch him; feel him.

In fact, you were.

You gently took his bottom lip between your teeth, playfully pulling at it, earning a soft hum from the man on top of you. Nicholas' knee found place between your legs, causing you to instinctively spread them, only to wrap them around his waist seconds later.

"How was your day?", he asked, pulling away from your lips to place soft, sweet pecks all over your face. You giggled, staring up at him with wide eyes — your gaze full of adoration that you couldn't hide, even if you tried.

"Good. Tiring, but good. Was pretty much studying the whole day", you shrugged, kissing his nose as he plopped down onto your soft sheets, making himself comfortable. Nicholas grinned, leaning forward towards you to put a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"Hardworking little girl, aren't you?", he chuckled, studying your face as if trying to memorise every detail about it. You tried to ignore the tingling sensation between your thighs at his words — his praise going straight down to your core, causing your breath to hitch.

"And how was your day?", you cleared your throat, mindlessly toying with the ring on his forefinger. You didn't notice the way his gaze lingered on your — barely covered — thighs, only to focus on your full breasts seconds later. Then he looked down, watching your small fingers circle around his ring; the size difference between you two was ridiculous, now, that he started to think about it. "Good. Went out with Luke and Mike, y'know how it is. Drank a beer... or two", he laughed, and you rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to have a better look at him. You supported your head with your hands, studying his flawless face as if it was your first time seeing him.

His gorgeous, wide eyes were one of his best features. The way they light up as he spoke about something that excited him; how they darkened when he was feeling down or when he was angry. Now, they stared back at you with warmth that made your heart race and pulse quicken.

"How is it?", you questioned, putting your head on your palms. "How is what?", Nicholas furrowed his eyebrows in surprise, tilting his head.

"You know... getting drunk. Smoking. Partying", you looked down on your hands, toying with your fingers. You were suddenly growing shy, just now realising how dumb you sounded. "Sorry, that was really weird of me to ask".

"No, no! It's okay, sweetheart", he smiled sympathetically, reaching to take your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles. "It's... well, it can be fun. Not worrying about anything, the freedom. Just dancing the night away with your friends", he explained, and you nodded slowly, letting his words sink into the silence. You squeezed his hand, your gaze dropping towards the veins on his arms — his bicep stretching out the thin material of his white, tight shirt. Your mouth watered, and you felt the shift of atmosphere almost immediately; the air felt thicker with something unspoken lingering inside the room. Your eyelids felt heavy, and you knew he was looking at you — yet you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you lifted your hand to trace the outline of his veins with your finger, your touch feather-like; imperceptible, as if you were scared to get ahead of yourself.

"Something on your pretty little mind?", Nicholas asked, and you noted his voice was lower than ever before. You gulped audibly, tearing your gaze away from his arms, instead focusing on his hand, still holding yours. His fingers were much longer and thicker than yours, and thick veins adored the back of it.

"Nick, I—", you bit your lip nervously, finally meeting his eyes. Nicholas nodded, squeezing your hand as if to reassure you — little did he know, his innocent touch sent even more shockwaves across your body, setting your nerves on fire. Your gaze lowered to his lips, and you found yourself licking your own, your body reacting on its own — you obliviously shifted closer towards him, your faces now inches apart. "I...".

Before you could finish, he leaned closer, his gaze travelling between your lips and eyes, as if he was asking for permission. You stared up at him, your eyes doe-like and oh so innocent — making Nicholas feel the unmistakable bulge starting to grow in his pants.

Almost in sync, you closed the remaining distance between the two of you, your lips meeting halfway in a bruising kiss. You didn't have much experience, so it was hard to keep up with the pace Nicholas set — his tongue sneaking in between your parted lips, meeting yours in a slow dance, leaving you breathless; and he barely even started.

Without breaking the kiss, you straddled his lap, towering over his thighs, your hair falling down onto the pillow behind Nicholas' head, making both of you giggle. Your hands found place on his cheeks, your thumbs caressing his soft skin, making him hum into the kiss. Nicholas' hands seemed to be everywhere at once, roaming over your back, the back of your thighs, then raking through your hair, pulling at the strands. You moaned, enjoying the little sting on your scalp, and immediately pulled away — embarrassed and afraid the sound might scare him off.

"I'm sorry, I don't know—", you stuttered, your hands shaking as you nervously put them on your lap, quite unsure what to do with them.

That was until you heard a low growl coming from Nicholas. Your eyes widened, and you let out a surprised squeal as pushed you back onto him, supporting you with his hands on your lower back.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever heard. You're gonna do it again f'me, okay?", you nodded, meeting his gaze with a hint of uncertainty — although a spark of excitement run down your spine at how desperate his voice suddenly sounded, as if he couldn't wait to hear the sound leaving your mouth again.

Then, his lips found place on your neck: sucking, kissing, biting the sensitive skin, his hands travelling up your back, brushing over your shoulder blades. You could feel him everywhere, but it still wasn't enough to make the pressure in your stomach snap.

"Nick, please— I need you so bad".

Your eyes were half lidded, pleasure clouding your vision as you instinctively bucked your hips against his. What you didn't expect was the feeling of his cock, hard and straining against his pants.

You gasped, and Nicholas groaned against your skin — the sound going straight to your core, your hips starting to move back and forth, the friction on your clit almost too intimidating. Nicholas stopped you with his hands on your hips, grounding you against him, his head falling back against the pillow as he struggled to keep his composure. His eyes fell open, meeting yours, a small, gentle smile playing on his lips. You could see he was holding back for the sake of your inexperience, a hint of doubt in his hard gaze.

"Are you... are you sure you want this? I don't want you to do something against yourself", he asked, his tone soft like butter, but an octave lower than usual. You let out a deep breath you didn't realise you were holding, and smiled softly. A light blush adorned your cheeks, your lips red and swollen from the instant kisses Nicholas gave you. He swore he could cum from the sight of you alone, especially when you looked down at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

He thought it was almost ironic, considering how greedily you kissed him back, how you practically humped his cock, needy and vulnerable.

"Nick, there's no one else I'd rather lose my virginity to," you assured, your gentle hands moving down his face to rest on his tense shoulders. The desperation in your voice was clear as day, and Nicholas let out a shaky breath, giving your hips a squeeze.

"Okay", he whispered, nodding, as if it was his first time, too. Truth is, he just wanted to make the moment perfect and the most enjoyable for you, even if it meant not getting a release himself. "Okay."

He lifted you up with no effort, gently pushing you to lay flat against the pillows, your hair spread out on the pillow, shining in the dim lightning. Nicholas spread your legs, watching your face in search of any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he leaned forward, kneeling in between your legs, his hands on both sides of your head. Your chest heaved with uneven breaths, the air heavy with anticipation, Nicholas' smell invading your senses. You bit your lip, your legs hooking around his waist to bring him closer. Your skin burned with desire when Nicholas' gentle hands sneaked in under the hem of your little top, lifting the fabric to rest just above your boobs.

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling his lip in between his teeth, his eyes locked on your boobs, petrified. Your cheeks burned, embarrassment starting to bloom in your chest, and you instinctively shifted to cover your tits with your arms. Before you could do so, though, Nicholas grabbed your arms, pinning them on both sides of your head — his touch sent shiver down your spine, his eyes leaving you no room to protest or get shy.

"No, no, baby", he cooed, squeezing your arms before letting them go, his hands moving down to linger on your chest instead. "You're fucking perfect. I wanna see all of you. Feel all of you. Let me."

His voice was rough, filled with urgency that left you whimpering and nodding frantically. You were left with no choice but to obey, gluing your arms to the mattress, looking up at Nicholas through your lashes. He looked so beautiful; hair messy, lips swollen and wet, arms flexing as he reached out to squeeze your breasts in between his long, thick fingers. Your nipples stood proudly in the air, reacting to his palm brushing against them as he palmed your breasts lovingly.

"Those fucking tits. You have no idea how long I've wanted this— how long I've wanted you."

As if to prove his words, he leaned down, pushing your boobs together, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. You shuddered, a high-pitched moan leaving your mouth — his touch felt better than yours ever could. You were getting addicted, high on how he made you feel, and you never wanted to come down.

"I— I love your hands", you breathed out, your head tilting so that you could watch how his fingers worked on your flesh. The veins in his hands more prominent than ever, his big arms flexing, stretching the tight shirt he was wearing. Your mouth watered, your gaze lingering on his arms for way longer than it should, but how could you possibly stop staring?

"Yeah, you do", Nicholas chuckled lowly, his hot breath tickling your already sensitive nipples. That's when his lips enveloped your left bud, his tongue darting out to flick against it slowly, teasingly. You couldn't believe how good this felt, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer. "You're always staring. You think I can't tell? What else do you love, baby?".

Your words died in your throat as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, moaning around it as if he enjoyed it more than you did. The sound sent vibrations down your body, your pussy clenching and leaking through your panties.

"I— Fuck, I love your veins. A-and your arms, and your chest— Shit." you groaned, clamping a hand on your mouth immediately after to muffle the sounds that oh so desperately threatened to leave your throat. Nicholas seemed satisfied with your answer, his mouth leaving your nipple with a pop. His breathing was heavy, jaw tight as he watched you with an unreadable expression.

"Good girl. Do you want my hands to make you feel good, baby?", he tilted his head, his hands rubbing soothingly against your hips, lingering just above the waistband of your little shorts.

His praise sent a jolt of electricity down your core, and you couldn't help but whimper, nodding frantically, your back arching in a quiet pleas.

"Words, baby. Need ya to say it, 'kay?", one of his hands travelled up your body, clamping down on your neck — not with enough pressure to choke you, but just enough to make your hips shake against him.

"Yes, Nicholas. Please, make me feel good— Need it so badly, baby", you breathed out, your small hand encircling his wrist, making sure he kept his own wrapped around your neck. Nicholas' eyes were dark, his gaze dropping to your hand enveloping his, and he gulped audibly at the sight. He quickly collected himself, his hand around your neck applying more pressure, making you moan out into the air. Your head was thrown back, eyes rolling back into your head, your hips rosing off the mattress to allow Nicholas to take your shorts off. It was a good thing you chose a nice pair of panties for tonight — the pink, slightly seen-through thong clung to your soaked pussy just right, catching his attention immediately. Nicholas cursed under his breath, throwing the unwanted fabric on the floor, his gaze not once leaving your form. You bit your lip, fluttering your lashes up at him, meeting his eyes, glistening with need. His hand left your throat and you wanted to protest, already missing the feeling — yet Nicholas' hand lingering just above your pussy immediately shut you up. Nicholas looked at you through his lashes as he positioned himself on his stomach, laying down between your legs, grasping your thighs, spreading them a little wider.

"You're already so wet, baby", he mused, petrified by the way your panties glistened with arousal, your barely-covered pussy staring right back at him. He licked his lips, his arms wrapping around your thighs as he placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss right on your clit.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, hips bucking into his mouth instinctively, yet his steady grasp on your thighs kept you still. Your breathing was heavy, uneven, your hand clasping down on your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

"Shit, you taste so good. Can't believe you've been hiding this pretty little pussy from me for so long", he groaned, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he licked a stripe up your covered pussy. You shuddered, unable to reply, your eyes shooting up to the ceiling as you moaned into your hand.

One of Nicholas' arms left your thigh, only to tug on your panties, his skilled fingers pulling the soaked fabric to the side, finally exposing your most intimate part to him. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes pleading and wide as he kissed your inner thighs, his gaze following your every reaction.

"Nick, please— I need you s'bad", you whimpered, the tension in your stomach getting more unbearable the more time passed. Nicholas' teeth sank into your thigh, making you squeal and your back arch.

You've never thought you'd find so much pleasure in pain — God, you've never even thought you could be this turned on by someone. Nicholas was different, though, and he awakened a side of you you had no idea existed.

When his mouth finally enveloped your hot, leaking pussy, it was like nothing you've ever experienced. His lips closed around your clit, his tongue lapping your wetness as if he was starved. His groans were muffled by your flesh as he flicked his tongue, manoeuvring between long, precise licks and slow, composed swirls of his tongue. Nicholas forced your thighs even wider, his nails digging into the skin of your inner thighs, surely leaving bruises in the process. The thought of being so obviously marked by him made your pulse to quicken, your fingers raking through his hair to ground yourself as you moaned and wiggled against his tongue.

"S'good, fuck," you cried out, feeling the undeniable orgasm already beginning to build in your lower abdomen. Nicholas surely felt it too, by the way your thighs shook against his hands, your hands gripping his hair as if you never wanted him to stop. "Nick, I'm—".

You didn't finish the sentence; you couldn't — not when he sucked your nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue immediately after, obscene groans escaping his mouth the more he tasted you. He quickly got addicted to your sweet pussy; his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue dipped into your entrance, eager to taste as much of you as possible.

"Mmphm. Give it to me, baby", he mumbled lowly, his voice muffled as he once again focused on your clit. You were too high up to notice how Nicholas' hand left your thigh, sneaking in between your legs — his middle finger slowly pushing into you.

The intrusion made you gasp — not in pain, but in pleasure. A muffled moan followed soon after, your hips bucking into his hand, white erupting in front of your eyes as you came undone underneath his restless ministrations.

You weren't sure if you passed out, or maybe just stopped breathing for a moment — your pussy gushing into his mouth and onto his finger, your little hole clenching around the digit as he pushed it in deeper, the movements of his tongue slowing, guiding you through your orgasm. You tried to be as quiet as possible, but it wasn't easy when he made you feel this good.

Nicholas eagerly lapped on your pussy, swallowing everything you gave him, humming into your flesh; pulling away only when you let out a weak whine. His finger, now knuckle-deep inside you, curled upwards, and Nicholas felt his cock throb at how tight you were.

"Good girl, such a good girl f'me", Nicholas cooed softly, getting up to kneel between your legs, his finger gently moving inside of you as he leaned down to kiss you.

You were greedy, savouring the taste of yourself on his lips, your cheeks growing warm as his tongue rolled over yours, your uneven breaths mixing together. You felt his forefinger joining the one already inside you — you whined, gripping Nicholas' shoulder for balance, your walls gripping onto his digits like a vice. Unable to kiss him back anymore, you pulled back, your head falling against the pillow as your hips began to buck against his hand. You were growing hot, feeling as if you could faint from the overwhelming pleasure he gave you, his thumb brushing against your sensitive clit as his fingers fucked into you.

"Shit, you're so tight, baby," Nicholas groaned lowly, his lips pressing against your temple soothingly. "You think you're ready to take my cock, hmm?".

You nodded before he could finish the sentence, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks, pretty lips opening in another, appreciative moan.

"Need you to say it, sweetness," he urged, his hand brushing against your cheek in a loving manner. You felt your heart flutter as you met his gaze, dark and lustful, burning with intensity. Nicholas smiled down at you, and you returned the gesture through the haze of pleasure. "Yes, Nick. Just want you to fuck me", you begged, your hands already moving to the waistband of his pants, urging him to take them off.

Nicholas' fingers left you, and you whined at the loss, the sound dying in your throat as you watched him pull his shirt over his head, tugging his pants down along with his boxers right away.

His cock sprang free, hitting his stomach, and you gasped, audibly gasped at the size of him. It was way more than you had expected — sure, you knew he had to be big, but this? It... exceeded your expectations, to say the least.

Your mouth was agape, jaw slack and mouth involuntarily watering as you watched his cock bounce in the air, long and thick with a pretty, pink tip. You shifted closer, gawking up at Nicholas to see him already looking at you. His jaw was tight, eyes boring into yours with intensity that made your breath hitch. You wanted to reach out, wrap your hand around him — make him feel just as good as he did to you.

"Baby," Nicholas' voice was strangled, as if he was holding himself back, his hand reaching out to wrap around his cock. Your breath hitched as you watched him pump his leaking length — the veins in his arm popping out, his hand slowly gliding up and down, his eyes on you, as if you were the only thing that mattered. Before you knew it, you were reaching out for him, your hand resting on his thigh as you muttered: "Teach me."

Nicholas seemed taken aback by your words, but he quickly collected himself, the movements of his hand coming to a stop. "Fuck, you sure, baby?".

You nodded, brushing your thumb against his thigh in a soothing manner, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips. Nicholas sent you a last, lingering look before his gaze hardened, his hand reaching out for your own.

"Shit. Okay— okay", he breathed out, instructing you to shift closer until you sat on the very edge of your bed. You looked up at him through your lashes, and Nicholas' breath hitched — the look of innocence and cluelessness on your face making his heart race.

"Wrap your hand around it," he instructed, and you did as he told you — you could barely do it, though, due to how thick he was. Nicholas' lashes fluttered, his cheeks growing warm at the feeling of your ridiculously small hand finally wrapping around him. His hand enveloped yours, guiding your own — your entwined hands sliding up and down his shaft, and Nicholas groaned, throwing his head back.

"Fuck, good girl. You're doing so good, baby", Nicholas breathed out, his hips bucking into your hand. You stared up at him, encouraged by the praise, deciding to take things a little further and slowly brush your thumb against his tip. Nicholas seemed surprise at your sudden boldness, his eyes boring into yours as his brows furrowed in pure bliss.

"Fuck, yes. You're not as innocent as everyone thinks, aren't you?", he groaned, forcing your hand to move faster, gliding along his shaft in a steady rhythm. Nicholas' breathless moans filled the room, his hips bucking into your hand with urgency, his chest glistening with a sheer layer of sweat. You bit your lip, your eyes following his reactions, pride filling your chest — you were the one making him feel this good. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!", he dragged out, jaw going slack as he neared his peak — faster than ever, he realised quickly.

Before he could cum, he yanked your hand off him, pushing you back against the mattress and slipping in between your legs, his breath heavy and uneven. You pouted, sending him a dirty look. "Hey, why would you stop? I wanted to make you feel good, too".

Nicholas lips curled upwards at your offended expression, a quiet chuckle leaving his mouth as he kissed the corner of your lips. "You did, baby. But now I wanna feel your little pussy wrapped around my cock, 'kay?". You nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically for your own liking, yet your arousal was undeniable — you wanted this. You had no idea how he'd fit inside you, but you were sure he was going to make it work.

His hands were gentle as he spread your legs, his dark eyes staring up at you for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. When he found none, he smiled assuredly, wrapping his hand around his cock, giving it a few jerks.

Your breathing was heavy, eyes half-lidded as you watched him gently rub his aching tip against your clit. You hissed at the contact — he was hot, leaking and throbbing against you. Nicholas swiped his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness to cover his length, his chest heaving; it wasn't usual for him to be this gentle during sex, but with you, it was different. He has never felt so utterly connected to someone, and when he looked into your eyes, he felt a spark of warmth fill his stomach, flames licking his insides.

Nicholas kept your gaze as his tip pressed against your little hole for the first time. Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back into your head at the stretch — and he had barely started. He was thick, barely able to move due to how tight you were, but he tested the waters by pushing further, until his tip was fully buried inside you. Tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes, and Nicholas leaned down to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, mumbling sweet nothings to calm you down.

"So tight, baby. Fuck, relax f'me, okay? You're squeezing", he muttered cutely, his breath heavy against your face, eyes squeezed shut to hold onto the last ounce of self control for your own sake. You nodded, your manicured fingers clawing at his shoulders for balance as you felt him push further.

You were sure your insides would be rearranged after he was done with you.

The pain was sharp but not unbearable, and you found yourself nodding, signalling that you were ready for more. Nicholas groaned lowly, gripping your leg for balance as he watched your pussy swallow the first half of his cock.

"You're— You're so fucking big", you cried out, and Nicholas whined, watching your teary eyes, mascara smudged on your hot cheeks, bottom lip quivering.

The words turned him on way more than they should.

"Fuck, baby— You can't say shit like that and expect me not to—", his words were interrupted by a loud cry coming deep from your throat as he pushed further in. You've never felt so full in your entire life; his length stretched you out like no one ever could. The feeling of the pulsating veins against adorning his pretty length against your velvety walls almost too much, your walls clamping down on him, as if to prevent him from leaving.

"Nick, shit— But you are. So fucking big, s-so, so good." you wailed when his hips smacked against yours, his cock now fully buried inside you. Your walls accommodated to his size, making room for him to finally fuck you the way he wanted. The way you both wanted.

"Shut up, just— No talking", he shuddered, clamping a hand down onto your mouth just as he began to thrust, slowly but deeply, making sure you could feel every vein, every throb of his length against your walls.

But you didn't have to speak. Nicholas could see it in your eyes — teary, wide eyes. Your lashes fluttered innocently, your expression almost making Nicholas cum inside you — it took everything for him to hold back, his thrusts gaining strength, his tip kissing your cervix every time he bottomed out.

If he was going to fill you up, he wanted to make sure you were tripping over the edge with him.

The smacking of skin filled your room, the air thick with tension, your cries and Nicholas' groans blending together, creating a song of its own. The feeling of his cock bullying its way inside you with every, precise thrust of his hips had you spiralling, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

Nicholas' hand on your mouth dropped next to your head, and he leaned down to envelop your lips in his. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing him to reach even deeper inside you — he effortlessly swallowed your breathless moans, his own whines vibrating against your lips. You didn't have to speak — he felt you clench around him, and you felt him throbbing against your walls. Your hips rocked forward against him, his sculpted lower abdomen brushing against your clit with every, brutal stroke.

"Nick, I'm— I'm so close, baby", you wailed, raking your nails down his toned back, crying out as quietly as you could. "Cum with me, please, need it s'bad."

Nicholas could only nod, gripping your thighs tightly, his thrusts getting even more brutal, powerful and consuming, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Want me to cum inside?", he groaned, not sure if he'd be able to pull out in time even if he tried. You nodded eagerly, chasing your lips with his, your orgasm hitting you, your vision going white, and he kissed you through it, his tongue exploring your mouth, addicted to your taste.

Your sweet juices covered his cock, creating a creamy ring around the base — Nicholas dropped his head, pushing as deep as he could go and finally let go, his seed spurting deep inside your greedy, fluttering pussy.

The feeling made you moan out, your whole body shaking, clit pulsating against his pelvis as he gave you a few weak thrusts, pushing his cum back inside you, already addicted to the way your pussy felt around him.

"Holy shit, baby", you dragged out, laughing slightly, your hands tangling in Nicholas' hair as he rested it against your neck. He could only chuckle weakly, shaking against you, gripping your thighs as if to ground himself.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? Wasn't it too much? Are you in pain?", he asked, lifting his head to study your face, concern clear in his expression. You grinned, your eyes half-lidded, chest tightening with affection.

"I'm fine, baby. Just wanna sleep. Will you stay with me?", you kissed his sweaty forehead, your arms securely wrapped around his shoulders, your voice shaking as he pulled out of you. You winced at the emptiness, and Nicholas chuckled softly, taking his shirt from the floor to wipe the cum — his own — oozing out of your fluttering hole.

"Of course, baby. Just lemme clean you up first". His hands were gentle as he did, smiling up at you, his eyes glistening with satisfaction and something else — something deeper.

"Thank you, baby. Just make sure to leave before my mum wakes up".

Nicholas could only chuckle at that.

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bad idea right? 🩷

summary: inspired by “bad idea right” by olivia rodrigo where the reader continues to hook up with a POS man for the plot

type: female reader x piece of shit nicholas chavez

tags: 18+, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v unprotected sex, smutty smut smut

author’s note: these pictures have been floating around on twitter and i’m ovulating so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, i have a few requests im working on i PROMISE but this was just something quick to take the edge off lololo

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You already came once, your body trembling and your breath staggered as your fingers tangled in Nicholas’s drenched brown locks. The strands clung to his forehead, damp with sweat and the heat radiating between your thighs. His head remained buried while his tongue moved with deliberate precision, sending shocks through your entire being.

His grip on your thighs was unrelenting, his strong hands pinning you in place as if daring you to try and escape. Each squeeze of his fingers was possessive, grounding you even as your body felt like it might float away. You squirmed under his hold, your back arching off the bed as you tried—desperately—to match the rhythm of his tongue. The need to chase your next orgasm consumed you, and you bucked your hips in defiance, seeking more friction.

But Nicholas wasn’t having it. With a low, almost teasing hum against your core, he pressed you down harder, the vibrations traveling through your body and making your toes curl. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, his voice muffled and thick with determination.

His tongue flicked and swirled with a maddening consistency, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and firmer, more focused licks that had you crying out his name. The slick sounds of his efforts filled the room, mixing with the erratic cadence of your gasps and whimpers.

“Nicholas—oh my—fuck baby I’m gonna cum again,” you choked out, your thighs trembling against his head as the pleasure built once more. He responded with a deep groan, the vibration sending another heat wave crashing over you. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, almost smug, as he doubled down, sucking gently on your swollen flesh before diving back in with relentless fervor.

Your vision blurred, and the only thing tethering you to reality was the pressure of his hands and the unrelenting rhythm of his tongue. You felt the heat coil low in your belly, tighter and tighter, until it was ready to snap again, leaving you utterly undone under his unwavering devotion.

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You hated how good this felt. Hated that you left an amazing party—music pounding, laughter filling the air, and drinks flowing freely—just to come here. Hated that Nicholas knew your body better than you cared to admit. Hated even more that, despite texting him a week ago that he could go to hell after finding yet another girl’s earrings in his car, the moment he texted, asking you to come over so he could "explain," you didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

The worst part? You two weren’t even dating. He made that abundantly clear every time he let you stumble across little reminders that he wasn’t yours—earrings, lip gloss, a strand of hair on his jacket. He was as casual with you as he was with all the other owners of forgotten trinkets, and yet here you were. The justification was simple: Nicholas was hot. Ridiculously, unfairly, breathtakingly hot. Even your friends, who hated him on principle as good friends should, grudgingly admitted it. Over too many glasses of wine, they’d rage about how lucky he was to have ever fucked you, how you could—and should—do so much better.

But then you’d all spiral into the same conclusion: the sex was that good. If it was just sex, where was the harm? No feelings. No expectations. Just chemistry so electric it was impossible to ignore. Or so you told yourselves.

You were still stewing in that inner monologue when the Uber Black he sent—a sleek Cadillac Escalade with more legroom than you’d ever need—pulled up in front of his house. He hadn’t even come to get you himself. Typical. Still, the luxury ride felt like a taunt, a reminder of his carelessness and charm rolled into one.

He stood at the screen door, waving like you hadn’t been here a dozen times before, as if this wasn’t familiar territory. The audacity made you clench your jaw. “Probably thinking of the wrong bitch, Nicholas,” you thought bitterly, stepping out of the car and walking the path up to his front steps. He disappeared into the house before you reached the door, leaving it open but not bothering to greet you. At least the Uber waited until you stepped inside before driving off.

When you entered, he was coming from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a pack of peanut butter crackers in the other. His acid-wash cut-off tee clung to his broad shoulders, exposing arms that looked freshly pumped, veins prominent against the taut muscle. His light-wash jeans sat low on his hips, almost too low, and his damp brown hair suggested he’d either just showered or worked out. Either way, he looked like sin incarnate, and you hated that you noticed.

“How was the party?” he asked casually, handing you the water without meeting your eyes.

“It was fine,” you lied, taking the bottle. The party had been incredible—exactly what you’d needed to blow off steam—but you hadn’t been able to enjoy a second of it. Your eyes were glued to your phone, heart racing every time the screen lit up, desperate for a text from him.

“How drunk are you?” he asked, throwing himself onto the couch. His legs spread wide, a deliberate display of arrogance and ease that made your knees weak.

“I only had a little at the pregame and one drink at the party,” you replied, keeping your tone neutral as you settled on the couch, purposefully keeping a distance. You hoped—prayed—he’d close it.

He flipped through channels on the TV, silent, as if your presence was a background noise he barely registered. No apology. No explanation. Just… silence. The minutes dragged on. You finished the water, ate the crackers, slipped off your shoes and jacket, and still, he hadn’t said a word.

Your patience thinned. You pulled out your phone and started to scroll through Twitter, but the persistent 10% battery notification kept popping up, breaking your focus.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked finally, your tone sharp. You wanted him to feel the same irritation bubbling in your chest, the frustration of being somewhere you weren’t entirely wanted.

His eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “It’s in the bedroom,” he said flatly, clicking off the TV and standing. “I was gonna head to bed anyway.”

He didn’t wait for you, heading up the stairs without a backward glance. You hesitated, annoyance burning hotter in your chest, but you followed. What choice did you have?

He veered into the bathroom as you continued into the bedroom. Plugging your phone into the charger, you sat on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap. The tension in the air was suffocating. You thought you came over for sex, for the magnetic pull he always had on you. But now, sitting there in the quiet, it felt different. Wrong.

What the fuck was his problem?

He came into the room and turned on the lights. The glow immediately shifted the atmosphere—it was that deep, sultry red, the kind that made every surface in the room look warmer, more intimate. He had those color-changing bulbs, the ones you teased him about being too bachelor pad, but right now, they worked. When he asked Alexa to turn them on, the tone in his voice was smooth, commanding, and it sent a small shiver through you.

You crossed your arms, not ready to let the tension fizzle. “Why did you call me here?” you asked abruptly, your voice cut through the sexual tension he built.

He turned, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. “Why did you come?” The pause before his reply was deliberate, calculated, like he wanted to see if you’d flinch first.

“You’re so full of shit, Nick, you know that?” The words came out hot, but your tone wavered somewhere between anger and exhaustion.

“You’re using me like I’m using you,” you continued, “so let’s not pretend we’re here to ‘talk it out.’ But if you’re gonna pull me from a party, the least you could do is wait at the fucking door.”

He didn’t react right away. His dark eyes followed you, studying your every move, every flicker of emotion on your face. Finally, he straightened up, stepping toward you with that maddening, cocky stride. “I didn’t have to beg,” he said coolly, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You would’ve come anyway.”

And then he was in front of you, so close that the heat of him felt tangible. He tilted your chin up with a gentle touch, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“But you’re right,” he said, softer now, his lips barely curved into a smile. “And I’m sorry.”

His brown eyes held yours, and you hated the way your chest tightened in response. The way his apology, half-hearted as it might have been, still made you want to fold. You felt a traitorous flutter below as his gaze lingered.

“I can make it up to you,” he murmured, his smirk growing. Before you could form a reply, he pulled back just enough to whip off his shirt with a single hand, the movement fluid and practiced.

You bit the inside of your lip, unable to stop your eyes from wandering. Nicholas wasn’t just hot—he was infuriatingly perfect. His body was sculpted, all broad chest, chiseled abs, and a taut, defined core. You wanted to stay mad, but it was impossible not to admire the view.

Your hand reached out instinctively, pressing against his stomach to keep some distance between you, but the firmness under your palm only made your thoughts scatter. “Are you really sorry?” you asked, and your voice betrayed you with its softness.

He dropped to his knees with a deliberate slowness, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing to the delicate curve of your collarbone. His tongue lingered there, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you really care?” he murmured, the words slipping out between kisses and lazy licks.

You opened your mouth to respond, but it dissolved into a shaky exhale when his hands slid up your thighs, his touch sure and possessive. In one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers into your sparkly stockings and thong, pulling them down with an ease that left you breathless. He never broke contact, his lips still grazing your skin as your breath hitched.

“Scoot back,” he commanded softly, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a promise you couldn’t ignore.

You did as he asked, shifting onto the bed until your back rested against the cool sheets.

“Lay down.”

There was no hesitation in his tone, and again, you complied, your pulse quickening as you watched him. He kissed his way up your thighs, moving deliberately, taking his time with each press of his lips against your skin. You clenched your fists in anticipation, your heart pounding as he drew closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

But then he stopped, hovering just inches away. The pause was excruciating, the air thick with tension. You propped yourself up on your elbows, desperate to see what the hold-up was, only to find him looking up at you with that infuriating smirk.

“Hard to hate me now, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with smugness.

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some shred of dignity, but before you could respond, his tongue found you, gliding across your folds with a precision that sent shockwaves through your body.

You were already wet—God, you hated how ready you were for him—and he noticed. The deep, guttural moans that rumbled from him as he tasted you made your legs tremble. Each movement of his tongue was calculated, intentional, drawing out noises from you that you couldn’t suppress even if you tried.

The annoyance you’d felt moments ago melted away, replaced with an all-consuming heat. Nicholas had you unraveling, and the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

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You were coming down from your second orgasm, body trembling, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment left your legs weak, barely able to hold you up. Nicholas, still standing tall, reached out to steady you, his grip firm yet gentle. Your knees buckled slightly, and he chuckled low, the sound dripping with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding with a light chuckle.

You hated how hot that sounded, how it made your stomach flutter despite the exasperation you felt at his confidence. But you didn’t have long to dwell on it because his hands were already moving, cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the hunger in his eyes. He kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a slow intensity that made your toes curl.

When he pulled back, he didn’t waste time. His hands gripped the hem of your black baby tee, yanking it off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, but the warmth radiating from him kept you from feeling cold. His eyes raked over you with a predatory gaze before he spoke, his voice low and firm.

“Take off your skirt and get in whatever position you want.”

The sheer boldness of his tone made your breath catch, his suave command both infuriating and intoxicating. You rolled your eyes slightly, but the corner of your lips twitched in a smirk. Before you obeyed, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one was all heat, your lips moving against his with purpose. Your hands roamed down his body, fingers trailing over his toned chest before stopping at his nipples.

You pinched them lightly, earning a sharp inhale from him. He winced, but a grin quickly followed, spreading across his face as he kissed you back.

Your hands moved lower, fingers deftly undoing his belt and the button of his pants. You leaned in close, letting your breath tickle his ear as you whispered, “Take them off.”

Nicholas didn’t hesitate. His pants hit the floor in one smooth motion, and when you dropped to your knees in front of him, you were eye level with the evidence of his arousal. His member strained against the fabric of his briefs, the sight alone making you bite your lip.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband and slowly tugged them down, letting his length spring free. You took a moment to admire him, the thickness and length both impressive and intimidating. Instead of diving straight in, you started soft, pressing kisses along his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your lips.

When you finally took him in your mouth, his reaction was immediate. His head fell back, a deep moan escaping his lips as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. You traced the veins along his shaft with your tongue, savoring the way his body responded to every movement. His hands found their way into your hair, fingers threading through your tight, coily curls.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

You felt his hips begin to move, small, involuntary thrusts into your mouth. Before he could take control, you pulled back slightly, your hand wrapping firmly around his base to still him. He let out a surprised laugh, his chest heaving as he looked down at you with a mix of awe and frustration.

“You’re so nasty I fucking love it,” he muttered.

You didn’t respond, instead taking him deeper into your throat. The sound of your gagging filled the room, and it only seemed to spur him on. His moans grew louder, more guttural, his hands tightening in your hair as he struggled to keep from losing control.

But Nicholas wasn’t one to be outdone. Before you could push him any further, he pulled you up with a strength that left you breathless. His lips crashed into yours, his kiss messy and desperate, tasting himself on your tongue.

In one swift motion, he turned and pushed you onto the bed. You instinctively got on your knees, arching your back in a way that had him muttering something you couldn’t quite make out, though the hunger in his tone was unmistakable. He knelt behind you, his large hands grabbing your ass as he lowered his mouth to your core.

His tongue was relentless, licking and teasing you from behind, the sensation making you cry out. When he finally slid inside you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that had both of you gasping.

You were soaked, your body offering no resistance, yet the tightness still made him pause for a moment to adjust. His hands gripped your hips as he began to move, his pace steady and controlled. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, your moans filling the room as he buried himself deeper.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

His movements were hypnotic, his pace unyielding as he built you up again, your body responding to him as if it were made for this.

Nicholas’s hands gripped your waist firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive strength as he pulled you upright. Your back collided with his broad chest, the heat of his body radiating against yours. Every ridge and contour of his toned frame was pressed into you, the connection intimate and unrelenting. His hips didn’t falter, his thrusts angling deeper, making you gasp as your head fell back against his shoulder.

His hand slid up your body, tracing a line from your hip to your chin. He tilted your face toward him, his fingers gentle yet commanding. The kiss he gave you was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly intimate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss meant to heighten the heat of the moment—it was the kind that left you breathless, spinning, and vulnerable. His lips moved against yours with a purpose that felt like a promise, one you weren’t sure you should believe.

"You’re my favorite," he murmured against your lips, the words low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

The admission stirred something deep inside you, though it was tinged with frustration. You of course knew there were others—there had always been whispers, fleeting glances, and the occasional name dropped in conversation. Yet the way he said it, the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, made you feel singular, special, irreplaceable.

Before you could dwell on the thought, his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your throbbing clit with precision. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming, your moans spilling out unbidden, loud and unabashed.

"Let it out," he coaxed, his breath hot against your ear, his voice dripping with encouragement. "I know, baby."

His words sent another wave of pleasure through you, his thumb and fingers working you with infuriating skill. “Tell me how you like it,” he growled, his tone rough, demanding, yet tender.

“Nicholas,” you whimpered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “I need you so fucking bad baby,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear.

He chuckled low, his thrusts growing deeper, each one more deliberate than the last. “I’m here baby, I’m yours” he murmured, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “Even if I tried, I couldn’t find anyone that feels as good as you.”

The vulnerability in his tone shattered the last of your defenses. That confession, paired with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, became your undoing.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum Nicholas I - ”

“Wait for me,” he interrupted, his voice tight with restraint. “We’ll do it together. Hold out for me, baby.”

It took every ounce of willpower to obey, your fingers clutching the sheets as you teetered on the edge. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, and when he finally whispered, “I’m ready,” it was all you needed.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as you shattered around him. Every nerve in your body ignited, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Nicholas groaned deeply, his hands gripping your waist as he followed you over the edge, his movements erratic and frenzied as he spilled into you.

You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving, legs trembling uncontrollably. Nicholas followed you down, his weight comforting as he rested against you for a moment. He pressed a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder, up the back of your neck, his lips lingering as he whispered, “So good,” his voice now soft, affectionate, and full of unspoken emotion.

After a few moments, you wriggled out from under him, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. Your legs wobbled as you made your way across the room, and when you returned, you saw that Nicholas had laid out your favorite sleep shirt—the oversized one you kept at his place for nights like this. The thoughtful gesture brought a small smile to your lips, but it faded when you noticed his phone resting on the nightstand, its screen lit up with a missed call.

You didn’t think much of it until the phone buzzed again. This time, a girl’s name you didn’t recognize flashed across the screen. A flicker of annoyance crept in, but you quickly rejected the call, not ready to let it intrude on the moment.

Slipping on the shirt, you climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over you. Nicholas turned toward you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come here,” he murmured, his tone drowsy but content, his voice still carrying that edge of affection that made it hard to stay guarded.

Despite the lingering curiosity—and the faint sting of the call—you let yourself melt into his warmth. For now, at least, you decided to hold onto the fleeting perfection of the moment.

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EARNED IT. ᡣ𐭩ྀི NICHOLAS CHAVEZ

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. nicholas suddenly gets really needy in the middle of the night — what else to do than use you, even if that means disturbing your peaceful sleep?

𝐚/𝐧. this isn't the best piece of work i've ever written but. .. i hope you enjoy anyways!!! hope everyone had the best christmas <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. smut without plot! +18, minors dni. soft dom!nicholas ː reader has nipple piercings ː sooo much praise... ː wet dreams ː grinding ː choking ː finger sucking ː unprotected piv ː creampie ː slight somnophilia & exhibitionism if you squint ː wc. 4105

Nicholas was laying in your bed, throwing covers over his overheated body only to kick it off seconds later. He was careful not to wake you up in the process, his groans muffled against the pillows as he changed positions every now and then. He rolled over from his stomach to lay on his back, chest glistening with a sheer layer of sweat. Nicholas turned his face to watch your peaceful expression as you slept — your cheek pressed against the cushions, hair spread out on the pillow, framing your face like a halo. You were oblivious of his fluster, probably drifting deep in your sleep without a care in the world.

Nicholas almost felt bad at the feeling of his cock twitching in the tightness of his grey sweatpants the more he watched you. The curve of your ass clearly visible as your leg was thrown over the sheets comfortably, your boobs pressed tightly against the mattress — and Nicholas almost groaned at the sight of your perky nipples, adorned with pink, heart-shaped piercings. The white, tight top you wore was the only barrier between your chest and the bedding. He could almost feel the softness of your skin on his own as you laid there, still deep in your sleep, soft breaths leaving your parted mouth every few seconds. Nicholas could see a trace of the lacy, black panties adorning your backside, and he exhaled, turning his gaze towards the ceiling, feeling every ounce of self control leaving his body the more seconds passed. He noticed you moving out of the corner of his eye, a quiet huff leaving your mouth as you shifted, your back arching into the air — although you were still asleep. It was almost as if you could feel the tension building within Nicholas' chest, your body responding to the suddenly thick air almost naturally.

Nicholas fought a battle in his head, the painful need in his lower abdomen becoming stronger and stronger the more time passed. He stole you a quick glance, making sure you were still asleep — before rolling onto his side, closing the distance between the two of you within seconds. He hesitated before lifting his hand to gently brush his fingers down your side. Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you shifted again — a quiet, high-pitched moan leaving your lips, although you didn't wake up just yet. Nicholas stopped in his tracks, breathing deeply, his other hand reaching down to palm the erection bulging in his pants, thumb brushing over his tip just slightly as he watched you sleep. Your hips twitched against the cushions, your brows furrowing slightly, an incoherent sound leaving your mouth yet again. The realisation hit him altogether: you were having a wet dream.

Nicholas bit his lip, watching as you turned around, wiggling against the bedding until your back was turned towards him. You arched your back yet again, your ass pushing towards Nicholas who laid there helplessly, his control slipping with every passing second. He could now see your ass, barely covered by the lacy panties you chose for the night; your plush thighs that seemed to glow in the darkness of the room; the dimples on your back — everything that drove Nicholas crazy.

He shifted closer until there was no free space between you — his body flush against yours, his soft breath on the back of your neck, and it somehow didn't manage to wake you up, despite the tickling sensation you could feel even in your sleep.

Nicholas' hand found place on your hip, pushing you back against him until his clothed cock pressed against the curve of your ass. He hissed, grinding into you, eager to feel as much of you as possible, but he quickly realised it wasn't enough — despite his best efforts to keep his desperation undercover, he knew he wouldn't be able to fight it for long.

"Mmm— Nick?", your soft, sleepy voice reached his ears, followed by a little sigh as he grinded against your backside yet again. Nicholas chuckled, his hand travelling up your leg until it reached your thigh — he lifted it into the air effortlessly, adjusting your position so that he could grind himself against your clothed pussy.

"Don't worry, baby. I just wanna take care of you, yeah?", he whispered into your ear, grazing his teeth on the lobe teasingly. "You had a wet dream?".

Your breathing got heavier, and you sighed, throwing your head back, nodding hesitantly. His hips grounded against yours, and you could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your core, wishing nothing more but to feel all of him.

"Words, baby. I'mma need words", Nicholas ordered, his voice low and dripping with authority, his grip on your thigh tightening.

"Yes, Nicholas", you replied, pushing back against him, your now damp panties clinging to your pussy, wetting his sweatpants in the process. It took everything in Nicholas to not just fuck you right there and then, but he liked the feeling of control he had over you too much.

"Good girl. Now tell me...", his lips brushed over your neck, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the side, earning a quiet, shaky breath from you. "What were you dreaming about?".

You somehow shifted closer towards his body, your back pressing against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. Nicholas' arm slipped under your head, cradling your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin — the gesture might have seemed gentle, but you knew it was far from it, he just wanted to encourage you to use your words.

"Uh— I— Remember when we were on that party, and you took me to your car, and—".

"Fucked you?", he cut you off, chucking into your ear teasingly, almost mockingly. He let out a shaky breath, his hips pushing against your ass with more force, the tip of his cock brushing against your soaked center. "Fuck, yeah. How could I not? You were so loud. The whole house probably heard you screaming".

You huffed, not able to hide your annoyance with his teasing — his voice sent shivers down your spine, the tension in your stomach becoming stronger with each passing second. "And that's why you're so wet right now? Fuck, you're such a little slut for me".

With these words, Nicholas lifted his lower body just enough to slip his sweatpants down his thighs. He sighed in relief when his cock sprang free, hitting his stomach — leaking and as ready as ever.

"Nicholas, please, fuck me", you begged, tilting your head so that you could look at him. The sight of him made your heart and cunt flutter; his hair all over the place, brows furrowed as he focused on your already fucked-up expression, his jaw tight as he held to the last ounce of self control. Small smirk played on his face as he held your leg tightly, the position slightly uncomfortable — but in the moment you couldn't care less about the burning pain in the bend of your thigh. All you could focus on was Nicholas, the overwhelming sensation of not having enough of him, even though he was right beside you. He tutted, one of his hands wrapping around the base of his cock only to swipe the tip along your puffy cunt.

"Not so fast, sweetheart. You're gonna have to better than that", he cooed, savouring the little sounds that left your mouth as his girthy length swiped against your pussy for the first time. "So wet. 'S all for me?".

You nodded frantically, pushing your ass back against him, causing the bulbous head to press against your clit with just the right amount of friction. Nicholas' eyes stayed locked on yours, clearly devouring every single reaction he got from you by doing so little yet so much. The arm he still had under your head flexed as he adjusted, his hand gripping your jaw, your lips pouting due to the tight grip he had on you. Nicholas let go of your thigh, causing it to fall limp against the bedding with a soft thud — instead of holding it up, he reached between your legs, pushing your panties to the side with deliberate precision.

"Nick— baby, please", you managed to let out, although it wasn't easy with the grip he had on your jaw. Your eyes were wide and pleading, and Nicholas had a hard time resisting you — every sound you made making his control slip.

"Shh. Gonna take it nice and slow, yeah? We've got allll the time in the world", he whispered, his thumb brushing against your pouted lips. You nodded, not able to resist when you looked into his eyes, dark and dangerous.

You knew you weren't in a position to negotiate.

Nicholas exhaled, clearly happy with your obedience — and just then, his long, skilled fingers brushed against your clit, gathering the wetness that leaked out of your soppy hole. He hummed, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head when his digits circled the sensitive nub with enough friction to knock the air out of your lungs.

His cock twitched when you arched even further, desperate to feel his presence in every way possible — he grinded against your ass, slowly, deliberately — his precum smearing over your panties and cheeks, but you didn't care. All you could focus on was the overwhelming feeling of his hand between your thighs, right when you needed it — he was finally giving it to you.

"Impatient little thing, aren't you?", Nicholas cooed, letting go of your jaw only to press his palm flat against your neck, his hand closing around it in the most pleasurable way. Your eyes snapped open, your breaths coming out as a little, short gasps, your core clenching around nothing.

You whispered his name, your voice barely audible due to the pressure he put on your throat, the feeling of his cock against your ass and his fingers pressing circles onto your throbbing nub. "Nic, please, I— I need you", you managed to whisper, and Nicholas chuckled, quite breathless himself, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your neck.

"What do you want, sweetheart?", he mumbled softly, his lips finding place on the crook of your neck. A light bite from him was all it took for a strangled cry to leave your mouth, your back arching off his hard chest. "Words, baby. I need words, 'kay?".

"I— I need your dick— oh God", you hissed when one of his digits circled your sensitive opening, not quite pushing in — just lingering there enough to make you impatient, needing more.

You heard him mumble something incoherent, before his hands left you altogether, making you almost cry out in frustration. You turned your head towards him, watching as his brow quirked up in amusement. He really did find it funny.

You groaned, and Nicholas smirked, turning you on your side so that you could face him — you didn't have time to protest as he closed the remaining distance between you, enveloping your lips in a bruising kiss. There was nothing nice about the way he kissed you — you could tell that he was all worked up when he bit your lip, licking his way into your mouth as if he wanted to consume you. And you gladly responded with the same thing; your nails digging into his shoulders as you surrounded completely to his embrace, loving the way his hands roamed over your body.

You were moaning shamelessly, the fire in your abdomen becoming unbearable the more his tongue flicked against yours. You could barely keep up with the pace he set, and soon, you found yourself trapped under his body as he towered over you, tilting his head as he kissed you.

When he pulled away, you were breathless — Nicholas didn't stop, though, trailing kisses down your face, then nipping at your jaw, before licking a stripe up your neck, making a shiver run down your spine.

"You taste so good, doll", he whispered, and your back arched into his touch, your hands already roaming over his exposed chest, nails digging into his skin with enough force to leave red marks. Nicholas groaned, spreading your thighs with his big hands before positioning himself right between your legs. "Nick, I need you, please— stop teasin'".

He sat down on his knees before his hand found place in your hair, yanking your head off the pillow.

"Not yet, baby. Want you to touch yourself for me, 'kay? Can you do that?", he asked, watching the way your chest heaved, your nipple piercings glaring right at him. He bit his lip, his hold in your hair getting tighter — you cried out, nodding the best you could, the sting on your scalp only adding to the tingling pressure between your legs. "Good girl. Now, get to work".

He let go of your hair, his hands moving down to rip your white top off your body. You gasped when the sound of material being ripped filled the room, sending Nicholas a glare, even though you couldn't hide the excitement that run through your veins. He chuckled, fondling your breasts in his big hands, squeezing the flesh in between his long fingers — all you could do was moan, your back arching into the air to feel more of him.

Remembering his previous command — and not wanting to be met with the consequences of disobeying him — you slowly slipped one of your hands in between your bodies, beginning to press circles onto the erect nub in between your legs. You gasped at the sensation, and Nicholas hummed, clearly satisfied — he lowered his head to press soft kisses on your navel, his tongue dragging along your skin to finally flick one of your nipples slowly, teasingly.

You gasped, your back arching off the mattress to catch the euphoric feeling of his mouth on your skin — his hand travelled up your body, his fingertips grazing over your ribs before his forefinger and thumb started teasing your other, neglected bud. You sped up the movements on your clit, spreading your arousal over your pussy before dipping two of your fingers into the tight hole.

Nicholas noticed the way your body clenched underneath his' — he always did. He let go of your nipple with a 'pop', now focusing on the other one, his tongue running over the cold steel adorning your perky nub. He hummed, sending vibrations through your body as you slowly began to finger yourself, trying to get used to the new feeling.

"Nick— That feels so good", you cried out, feeling your cunt clench around your digits. He groaned in response, his tongue circling around your nipple before taking it in your mouth and biting on it, lightly, but with enough pressure to send you into a frenzy.

"You're doing so good f'me, baby. Make yourself feel good, and then you can get my cock, 'kay?", Nicholas cooed softly, looking up at you through his lashes — as bad as you wanted to protest and beg for him to give in now, you also didn't want to disobey him. So, with a hesitant nod, you plunged your fingers into yourself as deep as they could go, your thumb finding place on your clit to get you to the edge faster. Nicholas held your gaze as your body trembled, his hands steadying your hips as they threatened to lift off the mattress — his pretty, brown eyes lidded as the tip of his tongue teased your areola, small smirk playing on his lips.

"You look so pretty, baby. Let me see you cum, come on. Give it to me", he urged, lifting off your chest only to press his lips to yours. His cock pressed against your stomach as you clenched around your fingers, the wet, warm feeling of his pre-cum spreading across your flushed skin only adding to the overwhelming sensation that began to overtake you. Your back arched, and Nicholas didn't stop you, instead he pressed his lips against yours harder, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, rolling over your own, swallowing your needy moans as you reached your peak. Your body shook uncontrollably, your rhythm faltering as you creamed on your fingers, your free hand finding itself squeezing Nicholas' bicep, making him let out an appreciative sigh.

You fell limp against the soft mattress, unable to move — your movements on your pussy coming to a stop, and you were unable to return the greedy kisses Nicholas' still forced on you. Your head fell back, your cheeks feeling hot as you finally began to come down from the overwhelming pleasure.

"You did so good, baby. Such a good girl f'me", Nicholas' soothing voice reached your ears, even though you could hear a hint of edge in the way he spoke — as if he was holding himself back from going further until he was sure you were ready.

Through the haze of pleasure, you managed to remove your fingers from your dripping hole; a quiet, squelching sound filling the room as you did.

With the last ounce of strength you had, you brought your soaked hand up, the other one gripping his jaw, clearly catching him off guard — the look of surprise was replaced by the one of pure desire as you tapped your digits against his lips in a quiet command: 'suck'.

Nicholas obeyed, his lips parting just slightly so that your fingers could sneak in into his mouth, pressing lightly on his tongue. He hummed, straightening his posture before his hand wrapped around his cock, stiff and heavy against your belly. He savoured the taste of you, his other hand gripping your wrist as he began to stroke his cock, slowly and teasingly — his pretty, brown eyes fluttering shut as you pushed your fingers deeper, forcing him to take it. Your breath hitched as you felt his tongue dipping in between your digits, parting them, before sucking on each one individually, moaning obscenely. He was giving you a performance; his mouth parting as he run his tongue over them for the last time, finally letting your hand drop next to your head.

"You taste so good, sweetheart", he groaned, his head dipping back as he teased the bulbous tip of his dick with his thumb, his chest heaving with uneven breaths. You gripped his jaw tighter, pulling him down until his lips met yours again, demanding and rough. "Fuck me, Nicholas", you whispered in between kisses, moaning softly as you felt the tip of his cock swipe in between your folds to gather your wetness. He did it a couple of times, and you let him — your whole body shook uncontrollably as he grinded against your still sensitive clit. Nicholas pinned your hips to the mattress when he aligned himself with your opening, finally pushing into you.

Your whimper was strangled, and it was harder to breathe the more time passed. Nicholas didn't rush — instead, he let you feel the throbbing of his tip against your velvety walls, as they slowly adjusted to his size. Your boyfriend groaned as he felt the tightness and warmth of your cunt, squeezing around him oh so deliciously — he had to stop himself for bottoming out right there and then.

"Shit, baby, you're so tight. 'S all for me?", he cooed, letting go of your hips only to balance himself on top of you, his hands on both sides of your face. The silver, cross necklace swinged right in front of your face as he began to force himself deeper — inch by every delicious inch, and your breath got caught in your chest as he finally buried himself fully inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Nicholas experimentally pressed his hips flat against the bottom of your thighs, letting you feel every vein, every inch; his thick tip pressing against your cervix. You nodded mindlessly, arching your back now that you weren't being held back by his hands anchoring your hips to the mattress.

Nicholas' thumb found its way in between your parted lips as he began thrusting into you, quickly setting a rough, hard and demanding pace. He groaned appreciatively as you sucked on his digit, bobbing your head the same way you'd do if it was his cock. Your eyes snapped open as he thrusted particularly deep, your hips mindlessly grinding up against him, even though it was useless — you couldn't keep up with the rough pace he'd set even if you wanted to. Nicholas appreciated your efforts, though, as he smiled down at you, pressing his finger down on your tongue, nearly making you gag. The sight of him fucking you, his muscles glistening in the dim lights, shameless groans leaving his mouth every now and then — it was all too much for you to take. With a strangled cry, you threw your head back, your long nails clawing at his bicep, the depth of his gaze on you making you feel dizzy.

"Nick, I'm— I'm so close", you cried out the best you could, due to his digit still pressing against your tongue. He chuckled, slipping his thumb out of your mouth, keeping the possessive grip on your jaw as he smeared your saliva over your cheeks and lips.

"Yeah? You wanna cum for me?", he groaned, feeling your cunt clenching around him the more he thrusted. He shifted slightly, pinning one of your legs against the mattress, which allowed him to plunge even deeper into your tightness.

"Shit, Nick— Yes, please, let me cum! Please, please, please", you whined just as you felt your legs begin to shake, not sure if you'd be able to stop yourself from cumming even if he asked you to. Nicholas sent you an open-mouthed smirk, grinding his hips against yours in between every, breathtaking thrust. One of his hands found place around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your vision blurry with tears.

"Go on, baby. Cum f'me. Let me feel you", Nicholas encouraged in a strained voice, and you did exactly as he asked. Your back arched off the mattress as wave after wave of the powerful release crashed down on you, making you gasp for air, your nails leaving red marks on his skin. You held onto him for dear life for what felt like hours, white ring forming around the base of his cock as your release washed over you. "Good girl. Fuck, you're so tight, so warm, so perfect for me", Nicholas groaned, his thrusts coming to a stop as he let you catch your breath — not for long, though.

You squealed when he effortlessly lifted you up, with his cock still buried deep inside you, walking you to your big window that let you see the panorama of New York. You found yourself pressed back against it, the feeling of cool glass against your overheated body making you shiver. Nicholas held the bottom of your thighs, balancing himself before pushing you down onto his cock yet again — the angle he was fucking you in making you see stars.

"Gonna fuck you nice and full of my cum, yeah?", he cooed, his hips pistoning upwards to make sure his cock reached places no one else could reach. His tip bruised your cervix as he pushed you down in sync with his thrusts, meeting you halfway, forcing you to take all of him in your abused, little cunt. You nodded, gripping onto his shoulders for balance, your head thrown back against the window that began to fog up from the heat emitting from your bodies.

"Yes, Nicholas, please— cum inside me", you whispered weakly, feeling your body give out due to the overstimulation. He groaned, getting the confirmation he needed, his lips meeting yours in a tangle of tongues, teeth and saliva — before he pushed himself to the hilt, filling you with spurts of his warm seed.

He was breathing heavily, and you grinded down a few times to make sure he rode out his orgasm — before he finally stilled, leaving you sweating in his warm embrace.

Nicholas rested his head against your shoulder, catching his breath as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Phew", he chuckled lowly, brushing his lips against your collarbone, leaving your skin tingling underneath his soft, loving pecks. "Now we can sleep peacefully".

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❛ H A N D S O N M E ❜ ┈─ nicholas a. chavez

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. sub!whiny!nicholas chavez x dom!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. nicholas has always been the dominant one in your relationship — but what if the roles had reversed, just for one night? ⇄ ⟡⟡ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨: hands on me — ariana grande 𓍯

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nicholas' cute moan reached your ears, filling the air like the most beautiful, angelic-like song, only for you to enjoy. your own, quiet mewl vibrated against his cock, making him twitch excitedly — way too excitedly for your liking. you let his bulky tip brush against the back of your throat, once, twice, thrice, before you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lower lip to the head of nicholas' reddened, angry cock. a quiet shuffle echoed in the quietness of the room as he tugged on the burgundy handcuffs, closed tightly around his wrists and the headboard. you smiled wickedly, your hooded eyes focusing on nicholas' face — his brows furrowed, mouth downturned in an adorable pout, his eyes begging and pleading. perfect.

you wrapped your hand around his girthy length, your movements slow and deliberate as you began to stroke him, occasionally brushing your thumb against the leaking tip, making nicholas twitch in overstimulation.

"my god, baby— i promise i'll be good", he choked out, but there was an edge to his voice, and you knew he quietly enjoyed the torture you put him through.

"mmm. not quite enough, sweetheart", you fake pouted, leaning down to brush your lips against the side of his cock, your tongue darting out to trace the pulsing vein that adorned it. you hummed lowly, moving up to kitty-lick his tip, dipping your tongue into the slit, collecting the pre-cum that leaked out.

"baby, please, i need your pussy. been so good f'you, please", he whispered, bucking his hips into your warm, inviting mouth, chasing after the release that you denied him countless times. he struggled against the restraints, wanting nothing more to feel your silky skin under his fingertips, or to brush your hair out of your perfect face, holding it up in a make-shift ponytail as you gagged on his dick.

he knew he couldn't, though — the thrill of being completely on your mercy had flames lick his insides, even though he'd never admit it out loud.

nicholas groaned, the sound raw and intimate as he watched your mouth close around his cock yet again, your skilled tongue darting out to press flat against the underside of the thick length. you stared up at him with doe-like eyes as you took him down your throat — your hands pressing down on his hips in order to stop him from moving; to get him to surrender completely to you.

with every bob of your head you went lower, humming at the salty taste coating your tongue, taking him down your throat like you did countless times before. tears began to gather on his waterline as you hollowed your cheeks the best you could, swallowing around nicholas' thick cock, never breaking eye contact — almost as if you were daring him to break. incoherent praises left his mouth as he fought to keep his eyes open, his lower lip trembling with the effort to not cum down your throat just yet.

"baby— if you're not gonna stop, i'm— imma cum", he cried out, his hands shaking as his head dipped back against the pillow, the coil in his stomach becoming tighter with each passing second. "please, can i cum? baby, shiiittt— 'm sorry, i can't hold it", he choked out, and you moaned around him, swirling your tongue around his tip faster, one of your hands moving down his body to wrap around the base of his thick length.

"it's okay baby, let it alllll out. i'm not done with you yet, though", you pulled away just for a second, your lips slick and reddened, encouraging smile making its way onto your face. you slapped his thick tip against your tongue, smearing the pearly pre-cum all around it, keeping nicholas' gaze through it all. he felt heavy in your hand as you carefully wrapped your lips around him yet again, not hesitating to start an unravelling rhythm, all of your focus on his beautiful face, now twisted in pleasure.

"oh— oh my god, i'm gonna cum so hard. shitshitshit", he moaned, the coil in his stomach snapping when you took him deep in your throat, letting him paint the back of it with his thick release.

"fuck! oh fuck, i love you so much— thank you, thank you baby", nicholas sobbed, his hips twitching, every muscle in his body tightening with the intensity of the moment. you smiled against his length, swallowing around him, savouring the taste of his cum on your tastebuds. you slowly pulled away, watching as some more of his release leaking out of the glistening slit. you brought your fingers down to trace along the tip, taking some of his cum on your finger before you got on your knees, towering over nicholas' limp body, tapping your digit against his lower lip. always so obedient — you thought, watching as his body responded to your touch, his lips parting, tongue darting out to lap the remains of his release, soft groans leaving his throat in the process.

"good boy. such a good boy f'me", you cooed, watching with hooded eyes as he sucked your finger into his mouth — his eyes closing at the praise, cock twitching against his stomach, as ready as ever.

"need'ya to say it again. please", nicholas whined as you removed your digit from his mouth, his eyes wide and pleading as you moved to straddle him. your legs on both sides of his hips as your pussy brushed against his hard length, just barely — yet enough to make a shiver run down your spine.

"i might. only if you behave", you grinned, and nicholas groaned, his chest heaving with uneven breaths, your fingertips brushing against his arms softly. you felt his muscles clench under your touch — so responsive.

"anything for you. anything".

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Blessed Are The Tempted—Father Charlie Mayhew x Fem!Reader

summary— after partially denouncing your faith, you decide to make one last trip to see if you could feel a connection to it and God. all you left feeling was your new God’s cum deep inside you. based on this request.

warnings— sacrilege, blasphemy, father kink, daddy kink, Charlie being praised/referred to as God, objectification, ass slapping, mentions of bruises and welts, choking, face slapping, hair pulling, face fucking, fingering, spitting degrading kink, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink.

a/n— took a break from being depressed over finals to write this! working on the other requests so enjoy this while i take my time <3

The night was heavy, and your heels clicked loudly as you walked toward the church. Clad in a black skirt and a long black coat covering your bare skin underneath, your goth aesthetic stood out against the backdrop of the ancient stone structure. The heels you wore were intricately designed, each one featuring a subtle cross etched into the side—a nod to the symbolism that had always intrigued you, even if you’d long since stopped believing.

As you approached the church, you noticed how still the world felt. There was something almost reverent about the emptiness, the silence that wrapped itself around the tall, pointed spires. You hadn’t been here in ages. The heavy wooden door creaked as you pushed it open, the scent of incense lingering in the air, mixed with something else, something familiar.

You had called earlier, and the voice on the other end had been low, almost too smooth—Charlie. It stirred something in you, a curiosity, a feeling you hadn’t realized you missed. That’s why you were here now—one last chance to feel something, anything, before you walked away forever.

As you stepped inside, the cool air embraced you. You walked down the aisle, your heels making soft but deliberate sounds on the stone floor. Every step felt deliberate, as if you were walking toward a decision you hadn’t fully made yet.

And then you saw him. Father Charlie, standing at the altar, watching you with an intensity that made your breath catch. His eyes followed you as you walked closer, and you could feel the weight of his gaze—the same way you could feel the weight of everything that had led you here tonight.

“You came,” he said, his voice smooth, but with an edge of something else you couldn’t place. There was no judgment in his tone, just an acknowledgment of your presence, and something about that made you feel strangely seen.

“I did,” you said, standing just a few feet away from him now. The silence between you was heavy, but it was comfortable, as if you both knew there was something unspoken between you—something that neither of you were quite ready to voice.

You couldn’t ignore the way his eyes lingered on your attire, how they traced the lines of your outfit, the crosses that hung from your neck. His gaze softened just slightly, and for a moment, you saw the human side of the man who had been your confessor.

“I didn’t expect you to come back,” he admitted quietly, taking a step closer. His voice lowered as if he didn’t want to disturb the sacred silence of the church. “What made you change your mind?”

You hesitated for a moment, looking up at him through your lashes, feeling the pull of something you couldn’t quite name.

“I wanted to feel something,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, but he heard it. His eyes flashed with something—maybe understanding, maybe surprise.

He nodded slowly and for a moment, you both stood there, suspended in time. Then, as if pulling back from the edge of something, he stepped away, but not before giving you one last look—one that left a mark on you, something you couldn’t shake off.

“Whatever you need, it’s here,” he said quietly, his voice almost a promise.

You weren’t sure if you believed him, but for now, you didn’t have to.

The church was quiet, except for the soft rustling of the pages as Father Charlie read aloud from the Bible. His voice echoed through the empty pews, each word heavy with the weight of ancient teachings. Your all-black attire, with its gothic undertones, felt almost out of place here, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that this place, this moment, was meant to answer something inside you.

Father Charlie’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God,” he read, his eyes drifting up to meet yours. There was a tension in the air, an almost unspoken connection that lingered between you.

You tilted your head, stepping forward into the dim light. “Temptation,” you said softly, your voice playful yet tinged with a hint of challenge. “So, blessed are the pure, huh? What about those who are tempted? Are they blessed too? Or is that only for the pure?”

He faltered, his gaze dropping slightly as he shifted uncomfortably. You could see the internal battle in his eyes, but he said nothing.

The silence hung heavy between you as you stepped closer. “You preach about purity and grace, but what does it really mean?” you continued. “Does the flesh have no place in this kingdom you speak of? Or is it something man-made to make us feel something?” Your voice had dropped, the edge now sharp and questioning.

Father Charlie didn’t answer. His eyes were focused on the Bible in his hands, his knuckles white from gripping it too tightly. He was struggling—his faith, his beliefs, they all seemed to waver under your gaze. And that realization hit you hard. There was nothing here for you. The words he spoke, the symbols of faith, they meant little to you now. They were just constructs, meant to give people a sense of purpose, but you felt nothing.

A hollow laugh escaped your lips, and you shook your head. “You’re pathetic,” you muttered under your breath, your gaze moving past him. “This is all just a game, a way to make people feel like they’re in control when they’re not. You should know that.”

Father Charlie’s jaw clenched, his breath catching in his throat. “Not in the house of God,” he said, his voice low, filled with a mix of anger and frustration.

You took a step forward, your black coat sweeping around you as you moved. You could feel the tension building, the confrontation nearing its peak. You caught his gaze again, daring him to say more. “House of who?” you whispered, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “What is He going to do about it?”

The space between you seemed to stretch, and in that moment, you knew. The boundary he had drawn, the one he believed in so firmly, meant nothing to you. You had turned away from it long ago, and now, it seemed almost laughable that he still clung to it.

The silence was thick, and for a moment, you both simply stood there, facing each other. You didn’t need this place, nor the beliefs that it offered. Father Charlie seemed to sense that, his expression darkening as the tension between you only deepened. But you no longer cared. You had found your truth, and it didn’t belong here. Not in this church, not in this faith. It made what you craved to do all the more daunting.

Slowly, with his eyes on you, you pulled your coat, revealing your bare skin underneath, your nipples only covered by a chain. The rosary hanging around your neck was a stark contrast to the sinful act you’d just committed.

In a blur of frustration and fury, he grabbed you by the hair, pulling you down to your knees on the cold marble floor. His voice was sharp as he demanded, “Confess. Beg for forgiveness for your blasphemy and sexual immorality.”

But you only smirked up at him, defiant. “Pathetic,” you muttered, the word cutting through the air like a blade.

His fingers tightened in your curls, and his face was a mixture of conflict and control. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “Repent, or you’ll burn.”

“I don’t have time for your fairytales, I’ll be doing no such thing, Father,” you chuckled, looking up at him with big doe eyes, “but I’d bet having a holy man like you all over me would make me holy too.”

“I rebuke the spirit of Jezebel inside you,” he bellowed.

You laughed, voice thick with mockery, “fuck it out of me, make me holy, Father.”

That was it, Father Charlie had enough. He grabbed you by the curls, pulling you to the sacred chair he would sit in during the sermons you’d come to for just five minutes max. He plopped down, frantically fumbling with his pants and belt.

“I only hope God will forgive me for what I’m about to do—no, He will. Blessed are the tempted,” he muttered, looking to the cross above him.

Your eyes panned to how hard and thick he was. But you knew you could take him, you’d show him just how good temptation felt. You’d have him crawling back for more. He was already aching for you, though the battle within himself did not waver.

The priest groaned as he shoved you onto his leaking cock, immediately hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. “That’s right bitch, gag on it. This is what you wanted. This is what you get for being a temptress,” he groaned.

You moaned, doing your best to drag your tongue along his shaft as he used your hair to glide along it. He was not going easy on you, you knew he was trying to break you. Little did he know, you couldn’t be broken, this was what you wanted.

He moved you to his balls, looking down at you with dark eyes as you took the sacks into your mouth then continued your assault on his shaft. As he went back to fucking your throat, you made sure your eyes were on him so he could see how he had you. Eyes teary, black mascara running down your cheeks, salvia and pre cum running down your chin and onto your boobs. You were completely at his mercy.

“Disgusting whore,” he moaned, as you spat onto his cock then glided your tongue over every inch of him, “y-you’re really enjoying this.”

“Mm— tell me more, tell me I’m your dirty bitch,” you pleaded.

“Fuck, you’re my dirty bitch, you’re my cock sucking bitch,” he gasped, bucking his hips as he was practically down your throat.

You suctioned your lips around him tightly, feeling the way he throbbed under the touch of your soft hands squeezing his balls. They tightened as he tipped his head back, staring up at the cross and you could feel how close he was.

“Cum for me daddy,” you moaned, bobbing your head as your dark eyes pierced into at him.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped at the nickname you gave him.

He couldn’t hold back even if he tried, as you deep throated him, his warm seed spurted down your throat, his cock throbbing. He held you down onto him, your nose touching his pubic hair as you savored the taste of the holy man’s cum you had just swallowed.

No amount of post nut clarity could prevent him from aching for more. As he stared down at you on your knees for him, he knew he needed more. This wasn’t sinful—blessed were the tempted. Right?

You shrugged off your coat and the jewelry covering your nipples and pulled down your skirt, heat rippling through your body as Charlie’s eyes raked over your figure. Left in only your thigh high stockings and your cross heels, you sat on Charlie’s lap, your back facing him.

His hand instinctively went to wrap around your throat, while the other groped you, roughly. “I should have you stoned to death for what you’re doing to me,” he murmured.

“Then I’ll see you in hell when your time comes,” you retorted.

Your wit didn’t last long as you felt two of his fingers plunge into you, and his hand tightened around your throat.

“Yes daddy, finger fuck me in front of the altar,” you moaned.

His hand snapped across your cheek, causing your head to whip to the side. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

You squirmed against him, feeling how his fingers stretched your walls. The sound of your wet pussy shamelessly filled the church causing pure desire to swell inside you. You were defiling this sacred space and this sacred man, the thought made your pussy even wetter.

“Look at you, look at what you’re forcing me to do to you,” Charlie sneered into your ear.

“If that’s what you tell yourself,” you chucked, earning another slap across the face.

“Fucking whore, your pussy is leaking all over the chair,” he uttered.

His thumb circled your clit roughly as his other fingers curled inside you, toying with the spongy spot that had you screaming his title.

“Fuck— Father. Faster, harder, make me cum,” you moaned, your head dropping to his shoulder.

His fingers thrusted into you faster and his hand gripped your neck so tight, you couldn’t breathe. “Take it bitch, this is what you wanted. This is what whores like you get.”

His efforts became too much and your body arched in his lap as your orgasm came crashing down. Your fluids spurted from your pussy, coating the floor the congregation would kneel on to pray. Charlie continued rubbing your clit, drawing every sound and every drop of your cum out of you.

“That’s a good little whore, that’s all you’re good for, being used like you’re nothing,” he cooed.

He brought his shaky fingers up to his lips, sucking your juices. “How can a slut like you taste like Heaven?”

“It’s my blessing and your curse.”

Charlie held your body against him as he stood from the chair then he laid you down, shoving your face into the floor while your upper body was still pressed against him. He sat back down, slightly leaning over as he admired your body in an uncomfortable position all for his pleasure.

“I don’t care if you’re in pain, you’re going to take whatever I give you and you’re going to praise me like I’m your God,” he bellowed, “you’ve denounced Catholicism and now you will worship me.”

His grip on your hips was bruising, surely to leave dark bruises when he was finished with you. A gasp left your lips as he slammed into you, pulling you onto his cock at the same time.

“Thank you Father, I— I worship you and praise you for everything you do to me,” you moaned.

You felt his cock throb inside you at your words. Hell would definitely be his resting place. You held up your body by your hands as Charlie slid in and out of you like an animal. He slapped your ass, welts slowly beginning to form as he moaned at the sight of his shaft being covered in your cream.

“That feels so good daddy, please. Hit me again, I’m just your servant, a vessel for you to use and fuck,” you cried.

“That’s right bitch, you’re nothing. You.are.nothing,” he growled, each word emphasized by a hard thrust into you and slaps on your ass.

You did your best to bounce on his cock as you felt the lingering stings from his hand coming down on you.

“Your ass looks so much better getting all marked up from my hand,” he chuckled, his hips snapping to meet you even faster.

All you could do was moan, your pussy fluttering around his length from how wrong it was to have him defile you in his church.

“Daddy, I— I’m gonna cum,” you cried, “please let me cum, oh God, my God, please let me cum.”

“Cum all over your God’s cock,” he muttered, his hand coming down on your ass with a stinging smack.

You shuddered underneath him, your pussy twitching as your orgasm overtook you. He reached under, rubbing circles on your clit as you squirmed and thanked him for giving you permission to cum.

As soon as you came down from your high, he pulled you up by your curls and shoved you into the seat to take his position.

“Spread your fucking legs whore, I know it’s what you do best.”

Who were you to disobey your God? You spread your legs for him, each hanging over the arm of the chair and he watched in awe as your fluids glistened on your pussy, leaking to your asshole and your thigh highs smeared.

His hand slipped around your throat and he thrusted into you harshly, giving you no time to adjust to his size in this new position. You cried out, struggling to breathe and take his assault on you.

“Shut the fuck up, this is what you wanted, you’re an object and a whore, so you will be treated as such,” he groaned, squeezing your throat tighter.

You wanted to be obedient and so, you spread your legs even wider, giving him free rein to tear your pussy apart.

“T-thank you Father, thank you for fucking me,” you stammered.

He moaned, watching his thick cock disappear inside you and seeing the outline of himself moving in your belly.

“Only your God can be this deep inside you, slut,” he laughed in mockery.

He pressed his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling as he pounded into you harshly. The sound of shameless skin slapping filled the church and you could already feel the coil in your abdomen tighten.

“Shit, I can feel your wet pussy tightening around me, beg me to cum,” he muttered, still fucking into you, “beg your God to cum.”

“Please daddy, please God, I just want to be a good slut for you, please let me cum,” you begged, your eyes pleading.

He slapped the heavy tip on your clit and that was all it took for your juices to begin squirting all over him as your orgasm came down upon you. Your pussy twitched and he leaned down, sucking as you squirted then squeezed your jaw open to spit it into your mouth.

“Swallow it like a good slut.” You did as you were instructed to then stuck out your tongue, revealing to Charlie that you could be an obedient servant for him.

His hand was tangled in your curls again as he dragged you, pulling you off the chair and taking your position.

“Ride me. Ride my cock and show me how much you worship me,” he demanded.

Eager to please, you straddled him, making sure your legs were on either side of the chair, your heels clinking against it as you left your pussy at the mercy of his cock.

His hand snaked around your throat, gripping harshly as you slowly sank onto him. The new position made you feel as though he would rip you apart but you dared not to say anything. You just wanted to show him how obedient you could be to your God.

You lifted your body, gliding roughly up and down his cock while he thrusted up into you, increasing your pleasure.

“I love your cock, oh God, I love it so much, it’s so perfect, you’re so perfect,” you whimpered, as he continuously slammed into your cervix and the sweet spot inside you all at once.

“That’s it bitch, I’m your perfect God, all for you to worship and be used by.”

Your head fell forward on his shoulder, your pussy still grinding and bouncing on him but he pushed you back and slapped you hard across the cheek.

“You’re going to look at your God while he fucks you, keep your fucking head up,” he growled.

“Yes daddy, anything for you,” you croaked out.

Your heart and pussy fluttered as he smiled at you, his rough pace not faltering as he met your bounces with harsh thrusts. With his hand still around your neck, he leaned down, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples. You arched into him, grinding on his cock and giving your clit the attention it ached for as he continued increasing your pleasure.

You could feel how Charlie throbbed and twitched inside you, he was just as close as you were.

“Daddy, please cum with me, please breed me,” you begged, “let’s make the anti-christ.”

Charlie’s jaw fell agape at your filthy words, breathy moans leaving his lips and he pounded into you hard, chasing his orgasm.

Your pace faltered but his didn’t and you cried out as you pussy creamed and squirted all over his cock. His orgasm followed and he held you down onto him, ropes of his warm load spurting deep inside you, surely to impregnate you and create the anti-christ you so desperately wanted to mother.

His forehead pressed against yours and you stared into each other’s eyes as you came.

“Thank you Father, thank you God for using me.”

[essentialwriter]

I just read completely unraveled and it was SO GOOD. I love the dominant yet gentle nick!! Could you write a part 2 about the aftercare that followed? Thank You!!!!🎀🎀

the weight of warmth ☁️

completely unraveled sequel

summary: see the request above — another sickening anon request 🙂‍↕️

type: pleasure dom! nicholas x sub! female reader

tags/warnings: 18+, established relationship, cockwarming, showering together, clit stimulation

author’s note: this was fun to work on, i feel like it kinda dragged a little but i hope yall like it!!!

tag list: @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @essentialwriter , @lalavenderficrecs , @nicholaschavezslut69 , @titsout4nicholas

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The air in the room was thick with the lingering heat of everything that had just happened. The soft buzz of the city muffled through the window. The low lights of the city streaked across the bed in long, hazy ribbons. Your body still trembled, your muscles lax and spent, every nerve in your body still singing in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Nicholas didn’t move right away. His weight on top of you felt, not restrictive, but comforting and grounding you. Keeping you safe in a way words could never could. His head, nestled in the crook of your neck, and for a moment, you both stayed like that, your hands drifting slowly up and down his back, tracing the ridges of his spine with featherlight touches.

You thought for a moment he fell asleep, his body seemed so content and hummed of being utterly spent. “You okay, baby?” he asked softly, his voice husky and raw. His lips moved against your collarbone as he spoke, his words vibrating through you.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Mhm, I just need a second,” you murmured your voice barely more than a whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice.

He shifted, slowly propping himself up on his elbows, gazing down at you with those warm, chocolate eyes. His brows furrowed slightly with concern as he searched your face, his hand coming up to push a strand of damp hair away from your forehead. “Too much?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for any sign of discomfort.

It was almost endearing, the way Nicholas cared so deeply about your safety and well-being whenever you were together like this. No matter how many times you’d told him you were fine, he’d still ask, still check, his worry so genuine it made your heart ache in the best way. Sometimes, he didn’t even catch when you were joking, his focus so intent on making sure you felt good. It’s what made moments like this feel so much more than just physical—it was care, it was love.

“No,” you said quickly to reassure him, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the chisle of his cheekbone. “It’s perfect, Nick. Thank you.”

His face softened at that, his lips curving into a small, tender smile. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a moment longer than usual. Then, with slow, deliberate care, he pulled out of you, his breath catching at the loss of contact. You winced slightly at the sensation, but he’s already moving, already tending to you.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple before slipping off the bed. You watched him as he walked to the bathroom, his broad back glistening with sweat, his muscles shifting with every step. He disappeared for a moment, and you heard the sound of running water.

When he returned, he made his way to the closet, his movements unhurried but purposeful. He pulled out a pair of black Nike briefs for himself, his fingers brushing over the fabric as if making sure it’s just right. Then, with the same level of care, he grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts for you—one of the ones you’d claimed long ago but he’d never asked for back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he said softly, reaching out his hand for you to grab. His voice gentle and coaxing, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment. You nodded, letting him pull you up with a gentlessness and ease only he could master.

He couldn’t help himself. Before he could lead you to the shower, he kissed you—deep and slow. His hands slid down your sides, fingers pressing into the soft curves of your hips as he pulled you closer. Flesh to flesh, your skin stuck to his, the shared heat of your bodies mingling with the damp sheen of sweat still clinging to you both. The kiss deepened, hungry but not rushed, a slow, consuming pull that left you breathless.

His grip on you was firm but never harsh, a steady claim of presence and control. It’s what you craved most—to feel his certainty, the unwavering way he guided you into surrender. You’d let him take you apart as many times as he wanted, just to feel this closeness, this absolute devotion. Every tilt of his head, every brush of his tongue against yours felt like a vow.

You were addicted to being controlled by Nicholas, to the way he knew your body so completely it felt like he’d mapped it out in his mind. The way he read every shift of your breath, every shiver, every gasp—like a conductor leading an orchestra of your pleasure. He’d never failed to pull every ounce of it from you, and it’s why you’d follow him anywhere.

But Nicholas? Nicholas was addicted to you. To the way your skin felt under his hands, the way your breath hitched when he touched a spot he’d memorized long ago. Your smell, your taste—the intoxicating combination of you lingered on his tongue long after you’d gone still. It’s the way you called out his name at the peak of your orgasm, his name sharp and desperate on your lips, like only he could bring you to that place. Because he could. And he knew it.

His lips parted from yours slowly, leaving your lips wet and swollen from the intensity of it all. His eyes stayed locked on yours, his gaze heavy with desire and pride. One of his hands slid up to cup your chin, his thumb resting just beneath your bottom lip, tilting your face up so you’d look at him.

“I could have you again if I wanted,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, a slow drawl of confidence and possession. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the way your lips parted in anticipation. “You’d like that, huh?”

You nodded, a shy but eager nod, biting your bottom lip as your eyes flickered to his mouth. You’d let him have you a thousand times if he asked. You’d gladly let him unravel you until the sun peeked through the blinds, until your legs gave out beneath you.

He watched you for a moment longer, his gaze filled with unspoken promises. Then, slowly, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft and grounding, as if sealing the moment into permanence. “Patience, though,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Let’s save it.”

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Nicholas slid back the glass door to the shower, steam fogging up every surface in the bathroom. He stuck his hand out to test the water, knowing you liked it hot—scorching as he often joked. Satisfied, he turned back to you, extending a hand with a soft, knowing smile.

“Come on, baby,” he said gently, his voice a low, soothing hum. You slipped your hand into his, letting him guide you into the warmth of the shower. The water poured down in steady streams, washing away the stickiness from your skin. You sighed as the heat seeped into your muscles, easing the tension you hadn’t realized was still there.

Nicholas stepped in, in front of you, the water cascading down his broad shoulders and chest, trailing along the hard planes of his body. He stood there for a moment, letting it soak him fully before his eyes met yours. His gaze was soft but grounding—serious in a way that made you feel seen, cherished.

“Turn around for me,” he murmured, his hands already on your waist, guiding you gently. You obeyed, the warmth of the water flowing down your back as he reached for the body wash. The familiar click of the bottle’s cap echoed through the space. He lathered up his hands, his touch firm but gentle as he smoothed the suds over your shoulders, down your back, and along the curve of your spine.

His hands moved with care, slow and deliberate. Each stroke of his palms felt like a silent reminder of his devotion. The soft slip of the lather against your skin sent shivers down your spine, but his hands were steady, grounding you in his presence. He worked his way down to your lower back, his thumbs pressing in small circles that made you sigh in contentment.

“Turn back around,” he said softly, and you did, facing him once more. He reached for the showerhead, angling it toward you. The warm spray cascaded over you, rinsing away the soap in smooth rivulets. You glanced up at him, watching the way the water streamed down his face, over his sharp jawline, and along the broad expanse of his chest. The sight made something flutter low in your stomach.

“Your turn,” he said, a small grin tugging at his lips as he handed you the body wash.

You squeezed some of the body wash into your hands, rubbing them together until a rich lather formed. Your palms pressed against his chest, the suds building in thick, frothy swirls that made every curve of muscle stand out beneath your fingers. His eyes stayed on you, half-lidded but watchful, his lips parting slightly as he exhaled a soft breath.

Your hands worked slowly, savoring the feel of him under your fingertips. You followed the curve of his pecs, the firm ridges of his abs, every inch of him slick and soapy. You couldn't help yourself. As you rinsed him off, you leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along his chest and shoulders. Your lips trailed over his skin, gentle and unhurried, the warmth of him mingling with the heat of the shower.

Nicholas’s hands found your waist again, steady and grounding. He turned you around slowly, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Let me get your back.” He reached for the body wash again, working it into a lather before smoothing it down your spine, his fingers firm but soothing. The sensation made you sigh, leaning into him, letting him hold you up.

When he finished rinsing you off, he pulled you in close, chest to back, his arms wrapping around you. His lips found your shoulder, soft kisses peppered along your skin. The only sound was the steady patter of water hitting the floor, mingled with the soft, wet smacks of his lips against you. Every now and then, a quiet moan escaped you, barely loud enough to be heard over the shower, but he heard it. He always did.

His hands felt so large on your frame, they wrapped around your hips again. But instead of staying on your hips, he let one hand travel across your thig until he found your womanhood. You ached for him, the second he touched your throbbing bud, you let out a breathy moan. He held you up again, knowing you’d be weak.

You moaned on and on, crying out Nicholas’ name as your body thrashed in his arms. Your threw your head back into his chest, still whimpering out.

“I know baby, I know,” Nichola cooed to you, “Let it out”.

You obeyed, the pressure in your body built to it’s peak. Nicholas was so incredibly skilled at getting you there, he just understood it. Where to rub, how fast to go, what to say, where to kiss. It’s like he was in your life solely to unlock these parts of you.

As you came down from your unraveling, Nicholas held you, continuing to kiss on your back but he could also feel your knees getting weak. “Oh my poor girl,” Nicholas turned off the water with one hand still holding you up with the other.

He was his concern creeping in again, he rushed to get you in a towel and out of the bathroom so you can go sit on the bed. You sat on th edge of the bed, wrapped in a plush black towel. Nicholas stood in front of you, “I’ll be back,” his demeaner was still calm but you knew was buzzing with a hint of worry inside for you, you were always his priority.

You just finished getting dressed when he returned to the bedroom with his hands full of different things; random serums and moisterizers for your skincare, an ice roller for your face because he knew you liked the sensation switch after a hot shower, your pink freshly filled hyrdroflask, a Frost Blue Artic Gatorade and a few random snacks.

You couldnt help but let out a small laugh, the contrast of this man who a few hours ago had cumming so hard you almost cried and now he was this frantic overprotective boyfriend who couldn’t stand the thought of you not be cared for.

He chuckled back, “What? I wanted to make sure you didnt have to get up for anything else”, he said setting everything down on the bedside table on your side.

His face was near your’s as he dipped down to arrange the items and you stopped him to give him a kiss. It was quick but it had weight to it, you were so appreciative of him. When he settled into his side of the bed, you both sat with your backs on the headboard. He pulled your legs onto his and rubbed yout thighs while the TV droned on the background. You sipped your water from cup and he grabbed your other hand placed soft kisses on it.

It was quiet again, things were light and soft. You love him and he loves you.

[essentialwriter]

soooo hot

watermelon sugar; CHARLIE MAYHEW

"fuck," the curse tumbled from your lips on a sob the word seeming to back right back off the walls of the house of prayer you found yourself in, back arching from your arched position in the wooden chair as you tried to push at charlie's head, palm pressing into his forehead. his strong arms were wrapped around your thighs, one hand against your lower tummy- pressing down in order to hold you back down and it was driving you insane. you couldn't move away from his mouth, from the constant pressure he was applying to your already oversensitive clit. "char- father, please, s'too much."

you'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum, how long he'd been buried between your thighs, mentally cursing yourself for not questioning his mention of a penance earlier. the church hallways completely silent and peaceful. it was a good thing it was practically in the middle of the night because the sounds- the sinful sounds charlie had been pulling from you definitely shouldn't fall on others ears. it felt like it had been hours since he'd pressed you back into the lounger and settled between your legs, mid-length modest-like skirt discarded elsewhere onto the floor, his tongue finding home on his favourite spot. when charlie went down on you, he often forgot to come back up. convincing you this was a way to rejuvenate and purify you’re innocence, it was ironic since you knew good and well it was the opposite.

he got lost in the way you tasted, in the noises he could get you to make, in the way your legs shook around his head and your back arched off whichever surface he'd set you on. he was obsessed with how sweet you were and how just a few teasing flicks of his tongue could have you dripping down his chin, obsessed with the way your head dropped back giving him more exposure to your neck, your view being met directly with the sliver crucifix hanging from the wall, something so sick he seemed to enjoy. he was even more obsessed with the quiet whine that always slipped from your lips on the first press of his tongue into your leaking hole. it drove him crazy to hear the soft gasp of his name when his nose bumped your clit and he just had to hear it again. and again.

"father-," that was the gasp, the soft hiccup and hitch of your breath as you shook your head, gripped the edge of the wooden seat so tight you were afraid the side might pierce your skin. from between your thighs dark eyes met yours, tongue flat to lick up the entire length of you before he sucked your clit between soft lips. your entire body shook, still so sensitive from coming only seconds before and being allowed no time to recover. "it- it hurts."

charlie made a sound low in the back of his throat, tongue soft over your clit as he tried to work you up again. his eyes were a little glazed over, slightly unfocused with lust and you knew he'd gone into that headspace. the one that meant he wasn't going to let up on eating you out until you uttered that one meaningful word. he kissed at your clit before dipping his tongue into you, pressing it so deep your mind went foggy.

"you're okay, sweetheart, just gimme one more. for me,, yeah? one more f’me" he reassured, you whimpered at his words, felt your pussy gush and spasm at how hot he looked like this. he was so fucked out, barely registering anything around him besides getting you to cum again, getting to taste even more of you than before. when he shifted his chin glistened with your release, lips wet and sticky and it made your tummy tighten, hips wiggling beneath his large palms.

"but-"

"shh, one more i promise my dear." charlie pressed you a little harder into the lounger, dipped his head again and kissed around your pussy, nuzzled into you until you were whining at how messy he was being how dirty. your clit throbbed when he teased over it, pussy over sensitive and just bordering on sore, hole fluttering around nothing because he was yet to press his fingers or cock into you. he'd made you cum countless times with his tongue alone, something you knew he'd pride himself on when he finally pulled himself out of this state if it wasn’t a sin.

"y'said that after the last one."

"m'sorry, baby, just taste so good. one more, please, just one." charlie was begging, actually begging, his voice whinier than normal and you'd be lying if you said it didn't have you gushing a little more. he pressed your thighs a little further open to give him more access and kissed the supple skin the sting pained you in the best way, nipped hard enough to leave behind marks before going back to your pussy.

"you can give me one more, yeah?"

you were nodding before you could even register his words, head falling back once more as charlie gazed a little unseeing at the space between your thighs. he used his thumbs to spread you open a little more, kissed your clit just once before pulling his head back again. there was a few seconds of silence, of anticipating what he was going to do next and your breath caught in your throat when you felt his spit drip from your clit down your pussy, making a mess of you and the lounger beneath you.

charlie's mouth was back on you immediately, licking and sucking, being overly messy and noisy as he groaned into your swollen flesh. your legs started to shake almost straight away, the knot in your tummy tightening when he focused all his attention on your clit. you gripped at his head to keep you grounded as moans and cries slipped from your lips, tears gathering in your eyes at the constant overstimulation.

he got lost again in your taste and your voice. he let his eyes close, moaned around your clit as he sucked it back between his lips and in the back of your head you knew it wouldn't be only one more.

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[essentialwriter]

OMFG MASTERPIECE

❛ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐗 . . . nicholas alexander chavez ❜

₊˚⊹౨ৎ 𝐀'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: based on this and this request. hope you guys enjoy - had so much fun writing this hence why it took so long to post (: also, reading the dialogues in nicholas' voice makes it even hotter... you're welcome 💋

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. drinking & smoking · cheating · sexual tension · abs riding · oral (m+f!receiving) · multiple orgasms · slight slut shaming · lots of praise · forbidden love? · unprotected piv · creampie · daddy kink · squirting 𝗪𝗖. 6000

Nicholas absolutely hated your guts. The way you carried yourself so confidently, as if you could have anything or anyone at the snap of your fingers. He hated your stupid face, and your pretty, long hair that fell on your back gracefully, shining in the dim lightning, making it impossible to look away. He hated that everyone seemed to love you, mesmerised by your beauty, your goofiness, your smile that light up the whole room.

And most of all, he hated the fact that he didn't hate you at all. He was completely and utterly under your spell, just like everyone else — with him, though, it was different. You have had your eye on him ever since the first day on set, pushing his buttons to the limit, making him question not only his relationship, but also his morals.

The way you'd sway your hips as you walked past him; or the way your hands lingered on his arm or chest for a little too long while filming. You'd send him your typical i'm innocent look, your eyes wide and doe-like, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, small smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your clothes a little too revealing for his own sake — he often found himself staring, and almost as if you could feel it, you'd look over your shoulder and send him that stupid, wide smile.

And there he was, sitting next to his girlfriend, watching you with those dark eyes — and you pretended not to notice, though he knew better than to believe you didn't.

You were leaning against the bar, a drink in your hand as you talked to Cooper — your laugh filled the room as you hit the man's shoulder playfully before stealing a cigarette from between his fingers. Nicholas' greedy eyes roamed over your form as your head fell back — your neck now on full display, the necklaces resting between your boobs glimmering in the dim lightning. A black oversized blazer rested on your shoulders, covering the most of your little dress — although Nicholas caught a glimpse of your shoulder as you moved, the blazer falling down your arm. You were so effortlessly beautiful, and he was so wrong for feeling the way he felt, especially when he sensed a soft nudge on his arm.

"Hello? Earth to Nicholas?", his girlfriend waved a hand in front of his face, but he didn't bother looking at her. His body and soul ached for you, and he was tired of hiding it. Tired of his relationship — relationship that should have ended long ago.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm alright", he replied, not once looking away from you, his cautious eyes following you like a shadow. Almost as if you could feel him staring, you met his gaze. Nicholas' breath hitched when he caught that familiar spark in your eye, the corner of your mouth turning upwards. You winked at him, holding your glass up in a quiet toast, before you chugged the whole thing. Nicholas noticed Cooper saying something to you, and you laughed, sending him a last, teasing glare, before focusing back on your friend.

Nicholas was so uncomfortable and irritated. He stole a glance at his girlfriend, who was now typing something on her phone, visibly bored. He almost rolled his eyes: Why is she even there?

He hated himself for feeling that way.

"Babe, Georgia's gonna pick me up. I'm getting tired, but you can stay", he heard his girlfriend's voice; relief run down his spine at her words. He nodded, and she mumbled a quiet goodbye before leaning down to kiss him softly. He felt your unrelenting gaze on the side of his face — his cheeks growing warm as his girlfriend pulled away, slightly confused when he didn't return the sweet gesture.

Nicholas was ashamed — he swore he could feel your smirk as you watched the scene, and he hated himself for giving you the satisfaction of having so much control over him. He didn't even notice when his girlfriend left, and before he could think it through, he was already making his way through the crowd to approach you and Cooper.

Your laugh filled his ears as soon as he got closer; half-burnt cigarette in between your lips as you struggled with the vodka bottle, trying not to spill everything on the floor. Cooper stood beside you, not helping — he just laughed and offered you a few words of encouragement, and you sent him a dirty look, yet the smile on your lips betrayed your amusement.

"Need help in there?", Nicholas mused as soon as he got closer, meeting your eyes with a playful smirk. He somehow felt comfortable in your presence, even though it was a little overwhelming — you just had this ability to make everyone enjoy your company.

You groaned something incoherent, and both men laughed, before Nicholas took the cigarette from between your lips, taking a puff. The corner of your mouth turned up, your eyebrow rising in a quiet thank you.

"I was enjoying seeing her struggle", Cooper rolled his eyes, taking the bottle from your hands, opening it with a little to no effort in an instant. Nicholas chuckled, leaning against the bar, his cautious eyes roaming over your figure. You hopped onto the barstool, crossing your legs as you got comfortable — causing your little dress to hike up your thighs, leaving a little to imagination. You tilted your head, focusing your gaze on Nicholas as you took a sip of vodka, offering it to him immediately after.

"Where's your princess, Chavez?", you teased, twirling a strand of your hair around your pointer finger. You smacked your glossy lips together as you watched his jaw clench, the playful smile playing on your lips only adding to his discomfort.

"Home", he retorted quickly, and before you could question any further, he chugged on the vodka, his face twisting in disgust at the strong taste.

Cooper soon left the both of you, noticing the weird tension between you — he disappeared in the crowd, already beginning to talk to some of his friends.

"So...", you started, circling the rim of your glass with your finger, offering Nicholas a sweet smile. "You look really fucking hot".

The man twitched uncontrollably, his lips smacking together in a thin line; his whole body grew hot, but he couldn't help the little rush of excitement that run down his spine.

You weren't lying, though; a beige, button-up shirt clung to his chiselled chest perfectly — paired with light, baggy jeans and white Air Forces. He looked effortlessly beautiful. A silver cross rested on his sternum proudly, glimmering in the dim lightning, catching your attention.

"Too bad your girlfriend doesn't appreciate that", you mumbled, reaching out to run your hand over his collarbone, taking the pendant in between your fingers, smiling to yourself. Nicholas' muscles twitched under your touch, his jaw clenching, the fire in his eyes getting stronger with each passing second.

"My relationship doesn't concern you", he replied coldly, drumming his fingers against the bar, his eyes narrow and dangerous. You chuckled lowly, leaning down on your forearms, your face now inches away from his.

"It doesn't concern me?", you repeated, your smile not fading as you studied his face carefully; Nicholas didn't meet your gaze immediately, instead taking in the surroundings, trying to keep his guard up — and he was failing miserably. "You think about me. Just admit that. You want it just as bad as I do", you tutted, tilting your head, watching as heat rose up to his cheeks. "You think I don't notice? Bet I'm in your mind when you're fucking her".

Nicholas' breath hitched at your remark. He blinked slowly, meeting your eyes with a hint of hesitation. He was angry, watching as the corners of your mouth quirked up, before you took a sip of your drink — your unbothered expression made his blood boil, and if the looks could kill — it would be over for you.

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up", he growled lowly, getting up from his stool, his jaw clenched tight as he looked down at you. "You know nothing about me. And you are wrong. I could never look at you that way".

You weren't offended by his words — if anything, your smile widened, gaze becoming more intense as you pursed your lips in fake offence.

"Ouch. That was rough", you sighed, straightening your legs and pulling your dress down as you stood up as well. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Nicholas", you grinned, running your fingertips down his arm — the veins popped up on his skin, making you bit your lip in wonder as you imagined the possibilities. He shuddered at the way his name rolled off your tongue, and he clenched his fists — the uncomfortable feeling of the growing bulge in his pants became too much, and he stepped on his right foot, eyes rising up to the ceiling in annoyance.

"Just so you know...", you hummed, stepping on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his ear; Nicholas felt a rush of warmth run down his spine when your hot breath tickled the side of his neck. "I can see how hard you are right now. Practically begging to be inside me", you whispered, biting on his earlobe as you did. "I'm drooling just looking at it. Shit", you lowered your gaze, teasing smile playing on your lips as you traced your pointer finger against his chest, watching as it raised and fell with every breath he took. Nicholas' eyes widened in surprise as he felt you graze the bulge in his pants teasingly — the touch feather-like, barely there. He couldn't take it no more — his hand rose up to grab your wrist tightly, not even looking your way before he started dragging you through the crowd to the big staircase. You knew it was a good idea to hold a party in your house.

By the way Nicholas navigated you through the hallway, urgency in his every step, you immediately knew he wanted it just as bad. He practically dragged you to your room, the music and laughter from the living room now dying down — the only coherent sounds being the clicks of your wedges against the wooden floor.

As soon as you stepped into your room, Nicholas turned the lock, pushing you against the wall next to your bed with force that had your breath hitch.

"You think it's a fucking game, huh?", he chuckled, running his hand through his hair, his expression dark as he approached you. You didn't dare to move; although a small smirk played on your lips, your body responding to his words as you shrugged, pressing your back against the wall tightly. Both of Nicholas' palms rested on the sides of your head, and he leaned down, trapping you in his embrace — his jaw clenching with a barely controlled anger, his head spinning from the weight of his own actions.

"Maybe. But you are the one who's playing along", you teased, playing with the buttons of his shirt, leaning your head back to look at him.

For the first time this evening, he smiled, shaking his head as he pressed his body against yours. The evidence of his arousal pressed against your thigh, and you couldn't help but tut, shaking your head in fake disapproval.

"You're fucked", Nicholas chuckled lowly, running his fingers down your face, playing with a strand of hair that was sprawled on your face. You leaned into his touch — the warmness of his palm against your burning skin made your heart flutter in your chest.

"And I knew you couldn't resist me", you pouted playfully, resting your palms on his chiselled chest. Nicholas rolled his eyes — his cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol running in his system, mouth slightly agape as he studied your face. "Took you long enough to make a move on me, though".

"This is wrong", Nicholas whispered, but his hands betrayed him, as they moved down your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass slowly, almost carefully. You took a deep breath, leaning into his touch. Your bottom lip got caught between your teeth as you looked up at him, meeting his dark, half-closed eyes. Your lips curved into a small smile as you run your hands down his chest, feeling his muscles clench under your touch. "But it's impossible to resist you".

His lips were now inches from yours, your back practically melting into the wall as his whole body pressed into yours. "You've been teasing me. Makin' it nearly impossible to control myself", Nicholas groaned lowly, and you shuddered at the sound — you felt his hot breath on your cheek as he brushed his lips against the softness of the skin on your jaw. You were speechless, soft whimper leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself. You hated and loved how easily he had you wrapped around his finger; the tables had turned, and there was no coming back. You lost all of your control over him the moment he had you pressed against the wall.

"Not so bold now, aren't we?", he chuckled — the sound vibrating against your skin made yet another pathetic sound leave your mouth. His lips ghosted over your neck, and you bit your lip, hard, making sure no more whimpers escaped you.

"All you do is talk", you breathed out, your voice creaking as Nicholas laughed — although there was no amusement in his tone at all. The sudden swipe of his tongue against your hot skin made your eyes roll back into your head; Nicholas hummed lowly, pressing an open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, sucking marks into your skin. And you let him, how could you not? Your long nails dig into his shoulders, breathless hiss escaping your mouth as he pulled you closer, making sure there was no space between you. His lips worked on your skin, marking both your soul and body as his — his hands pressing into your skin in an almost bruising grip.

"Nicholas, please", you pouted and felt him smile against your skin. He didn't stop, though, lips now moving against the column of your throat, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin.

"You beg so pretty", he mumbled lowly, pulling away just slightly so that he could meet your gaze. His eyes were intense, with a glint of playfulness as he grinned at the sight of your flushed cheeks and lidded eyes. "What do you want, doll?".

You bit back a moan as his hand travelled up your body, tracing incoherent shapes on your skin; his hand just barely grazing over the valley of your breasts, before it travelled up, closing around your throat. His gaze demanding now as he squeezed your neck, watching your every reaction.

Your breath hitched, eyes wide and pleading, the pressure of his hand on your neck making you deliciously lightheaded.

"Y—You. I want you, Nicholas", you managed to let out, your nails digging into his chiselled shoulders as you struggled to breathe. He tutted lowly, wetting his lips before pulling you closer by your neck — the smell of his cologne, along with the warmth of his breath on your lips caused the stain of wetness on your panties become embarrassingly bigger now.

"Just kiss me", you begged, putting your pride aside, your demeanour changing with the desire growing inside you. "Make me yours".

As soon as these words left your mouth, Nicholas was all over you; his lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss, his hand on your neck tightening with the newfound roughness that made your breath hitch. A low sound escaped his throat at the first taste of you as he let his free hand roam down, the pads of his fingers brushing against your spine. There was nothing nice about the way he kissed you; his tongue invading your mouth in an instant, his tongue massaging yours with hunger. Your hands moved to Nicholas' cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer as you struggled to breathe. You tried to press your thighs together — in search of friction that you so desperately needed — but before you could do so, Nicholas' knee landed in between your legs, trapping them in place. You swirled your tongue around his, your brows furrowing when he bounced his leg, causing his thigh to press against your clothed core.

"These little sounds you make", he breathed out, pulling away just slightly to brush his teeth against your lower lip teasingly. "Keep making them".

You whined, your head falling back against the wall, too heavy to keep upright. Nicholas' lips travelled down your jaw, lingering on the side of your neck before brushing against your collarbone; his teeth grazing the straps of your dress, almost as if asking for permission. The shiver that run down your body was enough for Nicholas, though, as he slowly slid the satin material off your shoulders, his fingers soft and delicate on your burning skin.

Your breath hitched as your boobs spilled from your little dress — Nicholas was certainly pleasantly impressed, though, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of your bare chest.

"Oh my", he sang, meeting your gaze, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Wanted to see those tits for months now. They're even more perfect that I've imagined".

You smirked as your dress landed on the floor with a quiet thud, leaving you in only your lacy, black thong and knee-high wedges. Nicholas' greedy eyes roamed over your form, his gaze predatory and dangerous as he slowly stepped away from you.

"Perfect", he whispered, wetting his lips with his tongue, and you smiled, a tiniest bit of blush creeping up on your cheeks under his observing eyes. "You're so beautiful, doll".

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and with the newfound confidence, you approached him, playing with the buttons of his shirt as he leaned down to kiss you again. He was oh so kind when he offered help with undoing his shirt, his certainly skilled fingers moving with expertise that made your breath hitch. You tugged on the beige fabric, slipping it down his broad shoulders until it fell on the floor. You bit your lip at the sight of his chiselled chest, all for you to feel and touch — Nicholas grinned as he watched your dazed expression.

"You know what I love most about you?", you asked, pushing him against your canopy bed — and he let you, shaking his head as he fell back on your satin, black sheets. "That fucking body. You look like a greek god. Absolute perfection", you gawked, crawling towards him on the bed as he rested his head on the big pillow by the headboard. Nicholas' breath hitched as you straddled his stomach, his cock straining against his pants almost painfully now. Your legs rested on both sides of his body as you leaned down, brushing your lips against his neck.

"Shit. I'm all yours tonight, doll", he cooed, his nails digging into your hips with urgency, his neck stretching to grant you access. You rutted your hips against his abs, teasingly and slowly at first, a high-pitched moan leaving your mouth at the friction. Nicholas' muscles clenched under you, the hardness of his stomach against your clothed pussy making your head spin. Nicholas watched with hooded eyes, his hands tightening on your hips — guiding your movements, urging you to move faster against his toned abs.

"Holy fuck— Ride my abs babe, come on", he groaned, playing with the waistband of your panties before his fingers slipped between your legs to pull them to the side. You could only nod, a rush of excitement running down your spine when the cold air of the room hit your now exposed pussy.

"I can feel you soaking me", Nicholas panted, his hands finding place on your ass as you ground yourself down onto his stomach — soft pant left your mouth at the feeling of the hardness of his muscles against your dripping centre. "Let me hear you, baby".

"Oh my God— Nicholas", you whined, leaning down, your boobs right in front of his face. The man groaned as you started grinding faster, your own cascade of smugness faltering the more you felt his muscles clench under you.

"That's right, baby. You're so hot, using me like that. Being a home wrecking bitch turns you on, huh?", he whispered the last part of the sentence, and encouraged by the strangled moan that left your mouth, lifted his head to circle his tongue around your nipple. The softness of your skin was addicting, as he surrendered himself completely to you, sucking the nub into his lips before biting on it playfully, earning yet another low sound from the depths of your throat.

"Nick, oh my goodness—", you managed to let out, your back arching into his touch, the knot in your lower stomach becoming tighter with every passing second.

"Cum all over me, doll, I know you want to", Nicholas cooed, spanking your asscheek with force — the pain, combined with his words had you unravelling on top of him. You cried out, falling forwards and hiding your face in the crook of his neck as your rhythm faltered, your body becoming limp in his tight grasp.

Your pussy pulsed as a layer of wetness covered Nicholas' chiselled stomach, your inner thighs and the waistband of his pants. You struggled to catch your breath as Nicholas talked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, his big hands grasping your ass, guiding your slow, shallow movements.

"I love you", he thought he heard you whisper, but he wasn't sure — his whole body clenched, and he slowly lifted you off him, laying you down on the sheets, watching as your chest heaved with uneven breaths.

"Need more", you whined, using all your strength to lift your upper body, your shaky hands moving down to tug at his belt, and he swore he could feel his dick growing even harder at the vulnerability in your tone. He quickly got rid of his pants and boxers, and you audibly gasped at the size of him. He was big, definitely above average, slightly curved with a pretty red tip, leaking with pre cum. Nicholas laughed at your wide eyes and parted lips, as he kneeled on the bed, his length bobbing in the air with the movement. You licked your lips, shimmying off your ruined panties before taking a position right in front of him. You sat down on your calves, moving your hands up his chest, biting your lip at the sight of Nicholas in his full glory. His muscles relaxed under your touch, soft gasp leaving his mouth when you teased his nipples with your fingers. He was so responsive, hips thrusting into the air — and you knew what he had wanted immediately.

You began to press soft kisses on his thighs, arching your back, Nicholas responding with an appreciative groan.

"'S so big, fuck", you teased, one of your hands moving down his stomach to wrap around the base of his cock. Nicholas let out a low hum, his hands raking through your hair, as he pulled them, hard, guiding your mouth to close around his tip.

With a wicked grin, and not once moving your eyes from his face, you slowly swirled your tongue around his cock, humming at the salty taste of his pre-cum invading your senses.

"You're such a little slut", Nicholas breathed out, his head falling back as the warmth of your mouth surrounded him. "Fuck, I knew you'd be good at this— I jerked off so many times, just thinkin' about those pretty, little lips wrapped around me".

You whined at his words — they encouraged you to twist your hand at the base of his cock while you struggled to take him deeper. Nicholas' hips started to move in accord with your hand and mouth, and he hissed at the feeling of your throat convulsing around his thick tip.

"Shit, shit, shit", he groaned, tugging at your hair to force your mouth off his twitching cock. "You're so much better than her. Need to fuck you right now", he forced you to kneel on all fours, his palm pressing into your lower back with urgency that had you breathless. Nicholas run his hands down your back, digging his fingers into your ass to spread you wide for him.

"Such a pretty little pussy. Want me to fuck you?", he cooed, biting his lip when you pushed your ass back against him, mumbling profanities into the pillow. Your hair was all over the place, but Nicholas pulled it into a makeshift ponytail, tugging on it, forcing you to use your words.

"Nick, please— Need it so bad, just use me, pleasepleaseplease", you cried out, and Nicholas smiled cruelly, spanking your left asscheek as he let go of your hair. He leaned down to brush his lips against the plush of your ass, biting on the sensitive skin, manoeuvring between spanking and soothing the red imprints of his hand with his hot tongue.

You were breathless as he worked his magic on your sensitive backside. You cried out his name every now and then, pushing back the best you could, but Nicholas wasn't having it — he was taking his sweet time, his mouth dangerously closer and closer to your puffy, leaking pussy.

"Your ass looks so much better when marked by me", he smiled proudly, even though you couldn't see it, admiring his own work. Your back arched even further when you felt his mouth closing around your clit, his tongue circling around the swollen nub with just enough pressure to leave you whimpering.

"Fuck, Nicholas! Oh my God, you're so good at this". Tears were streaming down your face as he spanked your backside yet again, licking a stripe up your clit to tease your little hole. He hummed into your pussy, one of his hands moving down to stroke his leaking cock. He spelled his own name with his tongue, then making out with your swollen slit until you were shaking and whimpering.

"You taste so good. I could spend hours between your legs", Nicholas groaned, to which you responded with a strangled chuckle, your hips moving in circles against his face — as if you couldn't get enough. "Yeah, grind against my face babe, come on. Wanna see you cum again", Nicholas encouraged, and you tugged on your sheets, hips bucking back to meet the restless movements of his tongue. His own groans vibrated against your core, the rhythmic wet sounds of his hips bucking into his hand filling the room like the most beautiful song.

Your whole body shook as the pressure in your lower stomach became almost unbearable — you were so close, and Nicholas sensed it immediately.

"Daddy, 'm gonna cum so hard— please, can I cum? Been so good f'you", you hiccuped, one of your hands reaching back to tug on his brown locks, earning yet another groan from him.

"Oh wow, we're gonna talk about this later. Go on, pretty, soak these fucking sheets f'me", he chuckled darkly and doubled his efforts, letting go of his cock only to massage both of your asscheeks in his big hands. He sucked your little clit into his mouth, and it was all it took for you to unravel under his touch — your creamy, white cum leaking out of your clenching hole as you screamed his name, your knees giving out, but Nicholas' strong hands kept you upright. He flicked his tongue over your sensitive slit, causing aftershocks to run down your spine.

"Divine", he whispered, pressing soft, lingering kisses on both of your asscheeks before getting up from his kneeling position and turning you on your back.

"So, daddy, huh?", Nicholas smirked, watching your fucked-out expression with a hint of amusement and adoration. He slipped in between your legs, leaning down to press his lips against yours teasingly. You let out a breathy laugh, covering your face with your hands, suddenly ashamed of yourself.

"No no no, don't go shy on me now, little one", he smiled, pushing your hands away and taking them in his own. Nicholas' thumbs brushed over your knuckles, his cock now rubbing against your stomach, and you couldn't help but grin up at him.

"I love it. You're gonna call me daddy from now on, yeah? And you're gonna take everything I give you, understand?", there was both softness and demand in his tone as wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, positioning it at your entrance. He gawked up at you one last time, making sure you were okay with what he was doing — at which you spread your legs wide, granting him the access.

"Use your words, doll", he demanded, slowly pushing his tip into you, before pulling back — he enjoyed the way your brows furrowed and lips parted, dry tears staining your face — an unfamiliar feeling bubbled up in his chest at the sight of you.

"Yes, daddy— Just, please", you wiggled your hips, chasing after the feeling of his cock stretching you out just barely; you needed more. "I need to feel you, Ni—".

Your words died in your throat as he pushed himself into you fully, the wetness coating your velvety walls making it easy for him to slip in. You both moaned in unison, your head dipping back into the pillow as he bottomed out. He was so big, stretching you out to an unbelievable level, your pussy fluttering around him in order to get used to the overwhelming feeling.

"Oh fuck", Nicholas moaned lowly, his palms pressing into your thighs to spread you wider — his hips beginning to piston forward, not waiting for you to get used to the stretch. "You're so fucking tight, baby. Wanna have this pussy all to myself", he mused, watching the way your greedy cunt swallowed all of him every time he bottomed out.

"Shit, daddy, oh my God", you cried out, your nails digging into his chest in order to steady yourself. Nicholas hissed, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear teasingly.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. You're taking me so good, feel how deep I'm inside you?", you tried your best to nod, and Nicholas chuckled, soft pants leaving his mouth every time his hips met the inner part of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he fucked you hard and deep, not a single thought beside you in his head as he ruined you. "Shit, I love you. Love you so much, baby", he cried out, and you shuddered, a sudden orgasm ripping through you. A transparent liquid gushed out of your used hole as Nicholas slowed down, watching in awe as you soaked your sheets, his navel and balls. He held back his own orgasm, not wanting the moment to end so quickly as he let go of your legs, pulling one of them to the side, making you arch your back and press your ass against him.

"You just squirted for me, baby. You're so good, such a good girl f'me", he cooed, spanking the side of your ass as you bucked your hips into his own. "Think you can do that again for daddy? Hmm?".

You gripped his forearm, nodding frantically, and he was about to start pounding into you, when the two of you heard the buzzing of his phone.

Your eyes snapped open, wide and glossy, and Nicholas leaned down on the bed to grab his phone — his girlfriend's name and picture popping up on the screen. You let out a shaky breath as Nicholas' hips pressed against yours tightly, his gaze sending you a clear message — do not make a sound.

He answered the call, and you were surprised how normal he sounded, as if he didn't have you bent in half, fucking you in your own bed.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just went somewhere quiet to talk to you", Nicholas looked down at you with authority, his hand squeezing the fat of your ass as he began to move slowly — in and out. In and out.

You bit back a moan, your head falling against the pillow — you heard his girlfriend's muffled voice on the other side of the line. Nicholas' chest glistened with sweat in the dim lightning as he began to fuck into you nice and deep, his free hand moving up your body to close around your throat. You were panting, your ass grinding against his hips as he stilled, allowing you to chase your pleasure.

You met his gaze as he squeezed your neck — dangerous and demanding, your hand clasping his forearm for balance as he met your grinds with deep strokes; the tip of his cock bruising your cervix every time he bottomed out.

"I miss you too, G/N. I'll probably stay overnight, y-yeah", he stuttered as he felt your pussy clench around him, signalling that you needed more. "I'm gonna call you later, okay? Love you too. Goodnight".

Nicholas ended the call hurriedly, throwing it somewhere on the bed carelessly. His hips began to snap into yours with a newfound harshness, the hand on your throat tightening. He used the other one to balance himself as he leaned down, his body flat against yours, causing his cock to reach even deeper into you.

"Fuck, doll, I'm gonna cum so hard", Nicholas groaned, pressing his lips against yours to swallow your moans. You tasted yourself on his tongue as it invaded your mouth, sensual and sweet — a delicious opposite to the roughness of his thrusts. You put your hands on his cheeks, returning the kiss greedily, your pussy fluttering and convulsing around his cock, your hips moving on their own as you chased your high.

"Daddy, please, fuck!", you cried out, your head falling against the pillow as Nicholas sucked on your bottom lip lewdly. His dick twitched inside you, signalling he was just as close as you were — he met your eyes, letting go of your throat only to trace his fingers down your cheek softly.

"Cum with me, fuck— I'm so close. Please, fuck— cum on my cock, darling", he begged — the sound of his voice, how submissive he suddenly sounded, did it for you.

With a loud moan of his name, you squirted on his cock yet again, your body going limp in his warm embrace. Nicholas lasted only for a few seconds, before burying himself fully into you, his cock twitching as he filled you with his hot cum.

"Shit, it's so much", he hissed, dropping his head, his eyes falling closed as his release washed over him. He pulled out after a while, leaving you empty but satisfied — he watched in awe as his cum leaked out of your convulsing hole, staining the soaked sheets under your ass. Nicholas fell on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you close as the both of you tried to calm down after the earth-shattering orgasms that have just washed over you. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his irregular heartbeat, throwing your leg over his own.

"You wanna... do it again sometime?", you whispered, running your hand down his sweaty chest, savouring the moment of silence. Nicholas smiled, tracing incoherent shapes on the skin of your thigh, his lips ghosting over your damp forehead.

"Fuck, yeah", he chuckled, and you laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest. The air felt heavy with the unspoken tension, the weight of your actions and confessions lingering in the air, but you were too fucked out to care.

"Stay with me?", you mumbled hesitantly, lifting your head from Nicholas' chest to properly look at him. His eyes were full of vulnerability you haven't quite seen there before as he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose before replying: "Always, darlin'".

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A VERY CHAVEZ CHRISTMAS

pairings: nicholas chavez x male reader

summary: nicholas chavez surprises his boyfriend on christmas morning with a special visit from santa, who left a very, very special gift.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: smut, slight roleplay, cum facial, praising.

Your eyes slowly open up, and your stomach is immediately filled with butterflies, excited for your favourite day of the year; Christmas! You turn over, hoping to meet your boyfriends face, but he is nowhere to be seen. You pull the large weighted duvet off your body, and you begin making your way downstairs as you slowly pull open the front room door. You're met with your boyfriend Nicholas dressed up as a sexy Santa Clause.

Nicholas slowly turns around from facing the Christmas tree and he meets your eyes. He slowly opens up his large Santa Clause coat to reveal his rippling abs and red short-shorts that help emphasise just how big his cock is. "Nich?" You mumble out in shock as he walks over to you, gently placing his finger against your lips. "Shh...it's not Nicholas, it's Santa Clause" he say with the biggest smirk on his face.

He gently takes your hand and falls back against the couch manspreading his legs open and pulling you down onto his lap. Nicholas grips your hips as you begin grinding down against his lap as his lips connect with your neck, "S-Santa!" You gasp out as you feel his hands pull your pyjama shorts off as your bare ass rubs down against his large clothed boner.

Nicholas pulls his boner out to reveal right at the base he has a vibrantly red christmas ribbon tied around his cock in a nice neat bow. You bite your lip and begin grinding against his length as your hole pulsates in pleasure as you feel his tip continue to hit against your sweet pucker until it manges to slip inside.

You softly bite your lip and gently place your hands on his beefy shoulders as you begin to slowly bounce up and down on his large length. "Santa!" You whimper out as Nicholas begins to take control and pump into you roughly and aggressively watching how your face contorts in pleasure.

After a good half an hour of bouncing and riding and having Nicholas pounding away at you, you pull yourself off his cock and get down on your knees as you watch Nicholas pumps his cock a couple more times until he shoots his load all over your face, coating it white.

You flutter your eyes back and stick out your tongue as you taste his glorious baby batter, you lick your lips and swallow all his load. Nicholas breaths heavily as you gently place a kiss on his flaccid tip "best present ever Santa" you say while smirking causing Nicholas to burst out laughing.

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im so sorry for not posting in a very long time, I went completely off track with a schedule I had for writing. life got a little busy, but I hope that I can post for everyone waiting soon. cant wait to show you guys what I have planned. love you alll.