#nicholas wang x reader

[makixroll]

STRAWBERRY LIPGLOSS — nicholas ۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . wang nicholas x fem!reader

content . . . romantic relationship , fluff , kissing (js a lil.) , petnames (baby, pretty) + reader calls nicho "weno"

Nicholas is the type of boyfriend who would listen to your yap for hours, without feeling even an ounce of boredom in his body. He loves it. He loves hearing you talk, Nicholas loves it when you tell him the latest teas about your supposed friends, why Jessica broke up with his dumb boyfriend, Irene who just randomly kisses boys she sees when she's drunk. And when you hate someone, oh dear, once Nicholas hears about it, expect him to hate that person as well—despite not meeting them.

Today was one of those days, he just got back from a nearly ten hours of dance practice and he immediately went to your apartment, seeking for your love and comfort after such a tiring day. Nicholas spotted you sitting infront of your vanity, doing your makeup. He went towards you, stared for a few seconds to admire your beauty, and leaned down, giving you a lingering kiss on your cheek.

"Hi, baby!" You beamed at him.

"Hey there, pretty." Nicholas greeted back, his hand going down to your shoulder to give you a light squeeze.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, which you replied with a shake of a head, telling him no.

"Just felt like doing my makeup." You answered, putting on your newly-bought blush.

"That shade suits you, baby. Is it new?" Your boyfriend asked, noticing the unfamiliar packaging. You excitedly glanced at him with a nod.

"Mhm! I bought so many makeups today, weno!" You excitedly told him.

"Yeah? Who were you with?" Nicholas asked, his fingers now twirling your hair. You could see his loving stares at the mirror in front.

"Jessica. I spent too much money today, I might eat my new makeup for the rest of the week." You joked, placing down your blush on as you picked up the new lipgloss you got.

"The one with the dumb boy you told me about?" Nicholas asked, remembering the story you told him a few weeks ago.

"Mhm! Look, baby, I bought a new shade of lipgloss as well!" You showed him the pretty packaging, Nicholas was nodding his head as he examined it, finding it pretty as well.

"Try it on so I can see the shade, pretty." Nicholas told you, which you followed. You opened the lipgloss and put it on your lips, the shade complimented your lips, your boyfriend staring at your lips as you put it on, and then you stopped when you were about to put it on your upper lip.

"Do you still remember Lylah?" You asked.

"Mhm." Nicholas could only hum, still staring at your pretty lips.

"god, she really makes my blood boil. At work today, she kept talking and talking about this boy she met at the club and that she thinks he's her soulmate or something. I don't know why but she just irritates me so much—" and there it is, you kept yapping about what the Lylah girl did today, and how much you hated her guts, but somehow, Nicholas couldn't focus on what you were saying. He watched how your pretty lips moved with every word you say, and how you'd stop talking for a second just to put on your lipgloss.

"Also, baby, this lipgloss I got smells like strawberries!" You then gave your lips a small lick, which did not went unnoticed by Nicholas' eyes.

"And it tastes like it, too!" You excitedly said, but noticed the lack of response from your boyfriend since earlier.

"Are you listening, weno?" Nicholas did not reply. Instead, he placed both of his hands on your chair, pushing it away from your vanity and rotated it so that he'll be facing you. You looked at him, confused.

Without thinking another thought, Nicholas quickly leaned in and captured your glossy lips into a kiss, giving your bottom lip a lick. He then broke the kiss and leaned away, you quickly chased after his lips, craving for another one. Nicholas lets out a breathy chuckle before he leaned back again, his hand making its way on the back of your head as he dove in again for another kiss, deepening it. A contented sigh escaped your lips as he once again broke the kiss.

You watched Nicholas as he swiped the corner of his lip, removing the smudged lipgloss that got on his pink lips.

"You're right, it does taste like strawberries."

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[smileynekoz]

nicholas hard thought | 1:11 | wc: 1k

mature content under the cut !

drinking game! take a shot every time she says his name .-. i’m a name girl i’m SORRY

just having thoughts of nicholas absolutely manhandling you. hitting it from the back like a madman, grabbing a fistful of your hair with one hand while the other grips your hip, occasionally landing a smack on your ass as he tells you how good you’re taking him.

“so fucking good for me, yeah?” smack! “taking me so fucking well,” he growls through gritted teeth. “tell me how much you love being stuffed so full.” he’d demand. you’d maybe manage to mutter a fucked out “nico~” laced with pathetic whines, but that obviously isn’t good enough for him. he’d pull you up by your hair so your back is flush against his chest, then opts out the hand in your hair with his arm (or hand) around your neck, holding you in place while he pistons into you with this new position. “i asked you a question. answer it.” he whispers in your ear harshly.

“fuck! n-nico i l-love i-it! i- mmm f-fuck… ah i l-love it s-so m-much,” you’d cry and breathe out.

“what a g-good little toy you are. was that so hard?”

“uh uh,” you shake your head as best as you can.

he lets go of you, making you nearly fall flat on your face, but you catch yourself. he pulls out of you quickly, and before you can protest, he’s demanding you to roll over onto your back. you instinctively spread your legs wide as you get situated on your back.

“good girl,” nico smiles menacingly, barely above a whisper. you would’ve missed it had you not been watching his lips.

he hovers above you, planting soft kisses on your lips and face as his tip grazes your folds gently. he gives you a false sense of calm before harshly slamming himself back into you without a warning.

“fuck! nico…” you whine out, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. you wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his shoulders hard enough to break skin. he winces at the initial sting, but then is 100% a fucking mess over the feeling the next second. his own breathing becoming more jagged, little whimpers escaping his lips every so often (even though it kills him to do so).

“h-har-d-der p-ple-ease!” you whine, giving him the most desperate eyes, asking him to finish you off (though both of you knew you were so close anyway).

“harder huh?” he’d breathe out, not changing his pace. “beg for it.”

“n-nico i-i al-already s-said p-please!” you mewl.

he grips your face tightly, then is basically touching noses with you. he stops his movements. “did i fucking stutter?” he tilts his head waiting for a response.

“i- uh-“

“oh shut up,” he lets go of your face harshly, throwing it across the room if it weren’t attached to your body.

he grabs you, moving you where you need to be so he can switch spots with you. “climb on.”

“w-what?” you blink at him, so used to being fucked into the mattress.

“go ahead. you want to be fucked harder? why don’t you do it yourself, hm?” motioning a hand to his painfully hard cock.

you can’t reply. you just lick your lips and nod as you position yourself above him while he holds his cock straight up for you. you let your folds rub back and forth against his tip a couple times before he gets impatient and slams you down onto him by your waist.

“fuck!” you yelp after letting out a gargled cry. you catch yourself on his chest, immediately digging your nails into his flesh again. you whine like a bitch in heat as you’re slowly moving yourself up and down on his length. about a minute later, you’re making short, quick motions with your hips, bouncing on him to chase both of your highs.

“y-yes baby f-fuck! y-you’re doing so g-good,” nicholas would breathe out, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. the grip he has on your hips begins to tighten as he feels himself getting closer, and he can feel that you are too.

little does he know your legs were gonna give out any second. your bounces start slowing and your face begins to contort from the burn in your thighs. “someone’s getting t-tired.”

you can only manage to whimper in response but he doesn’t care. “cmere baby, hold on,” he warns, and you do so. you lean forward on his chest, grabbing his shoulders tightly. “you ready?”

you’d nod with your head buried in his chest and a quiet “mhm,” before he starts pounding into you from below. he’s moaning and groaning through his teeth as you whine and cry against his chest, your nails scratching his shoulders nearly to the point of no repair.

“come undone for me, baby. fall apart all over my cock, yeah?”

“nicholas~” his name falls off your tongue like a prayer before you start fluttering around him, your orgasm washing over your whole body.

he loses it completely over you moaning his full name, only loving it so much when you say it. he follows right behind you, keeping himself pushed up inside you as he cums.

“t-take all of it like the good girl you are. take every- last- drop-” he grunts between deep thrusts. “want you walking around with mini yous in your tummy,” he growls into your neck as you both attempt to catch your breath.

he regains his composure quicker than you, perhaps overcome by his last statement he made.

“ready baby?”

“w-what?”

his arms wrap around your waist, then he flips you over, him now on top of you. without hesitation he starts fucking into you again.

“n-no n-nico i c-can’t t-take an-ny m-ore!” you cry out.

he speeds up his pace. “you want me to stop, huh?”

you stare at him for a moment, admiring his beauty. the way his hair moves in front of his face with each thrust, the way his plump pink lips are slightly agape, the way his eyes are black with lust as they intensely search yours, the way his toned arms trap you on either side of your head. you could stare at him forever.

“f-f-fuck n-no,” you’d breathe.

“that’s what i fucking thought. such a good l-little fuckdoll, aren’t you?”

nicholas proceeds to fuck you into the night over, and over, and over again until there’s literally no way you’re not testing positive in a couple weeks w his babies !! :D

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[restlessmaknae]

you & me & bubble tea // nicholas

The moment a bubble tea shop opens close to campus, it becomes your new favourite place. Partly because of the boba they make and partly because you particularly vibe with one of its employees, Nicholas.

➳ Characters: bubble tea shop employee!Nicholas x female reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, university au, slice of life

➳ Words: 1.5k

➳ Warning: - (let me know if there are any!)

➳ A/N: This story was requested in my 1200 followers request event by the lovely @https-dandelion. Hope you enjoy it! 💖

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Happy Valentine's Day, LUNÉ! 💖

When a bubble tea shop opened close to campus, you were exhilarated. You’ve been telling everyone and their mother that the only thing your campus was missing was a bubble tea place, so when ‘Bobalicious’ opened, you were over the Moon.

When you visited the place for the first time, you examined the menu by the front door for a few minutes before you decided that you would ask the employee working there for their recommendation instead of trying to mull over what to get.

“Hey,” you singsonged as you looked up from the display with boba merch, and your cheeks immediately flushed at the sight of the boy behind the counter. His lips pulled into a smile, his whiskers showing, and his eyes narrowed like a cat’s. A cute cat’s.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” He inquired with a tilt of his head, and you let your eyes wander down to his nametag - Nicholas - before averting your eyes back to his face. You needed a few moments to pull yourself together to blurt out an answer.

“What’s your signature drink?”

“Well, you mean our signature drink or my signature drink?” Nicholas asked with an amused grin, and you had a feeling that he knew exactly what you meant, but enjoyed seeing your flustered reaction.

“Well, is there a difference between the two?”

The boy smiled to himself at your question and pointed at a poster on the counter, signalling Bobalicious’ signature drink - an iced matcha & mango milk tea with brown sugar. Needless to say, you didn’t catch sight of it before, but he didn’t call you out on it. Instead, he waited for you to speak up, his eyes widening slightly in anticipation.

“Hmm, so what’s your signature drink then?”

As if he waited for you to inquire about it, he leaned onto the counter and beckoned you closer like you were children and he was about to share a secret. You leaned closer as well, mentally preparing yourself for a mischievous answer like ‘it’s a secret’, but instead, he actually answered in detail.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been loving making the strawberry velvet boba with coconut milk. It’s just as sweet as it sounds, but it’s so much better with coconut milk than with any other milk, it gives it an exotic kick, and it’s even better iced than hot.”

He seemed so excited to share it with you that you felt like falling down an imaginary staircase while looking into his eyes, letting his deep yet gentle voice surround you.

“Then, I’ll have your signature drink,” you bobbed your head beamingly, and your heart did a little somersault at the sight of his wide, toothy smile. Afterwards, he asked you about the size and sweetness level of your order, and got started on making it.

You let your eyes roam around the cosy, colourful place dotted with tables, chairs and even beanbags, pictures of cartoon-like smiley boba hanging on the wall and pots of plants adding a natural touch to the interior. However, your eyes went back to Nicholas’ figure and the way he was excitedly yet carefully making your drink. There was something so heart-warming about his enthusiasm that you found yourself smiling at him, and you were sure that he caught you staring like an idiot when he turned around and handed you the drink.

“Enjoy, and let me know what you think,” he asked as you reached for the drink. You pierced the straw through the top and took a sip. The sweetness of the coconut milk and the strawberry puree complemented each other so well, it wasn’t even overbearing yet had just the right amount of flavour, and the coldness of the drink turned it into a refreshing treat on this humid day.

“Wow, this is amazing!” You beamed at him, and he looked almost shy hearing your compliment.

“Thanks. I’m glad you enjoy it,” he noted, scratching the back of his neck.

Unfortunately, your encounter was cut short because the next customer showed up, but at least you now had an ice-cold plastic cup to cool your flushed cheeks with.

Afterwards, you came back to the boba place again and again no matter the time or day. Sometimes, it wasn’t Nicholas working there but another guy - Allen -, and though Allen was just as friendly, he wasn’t Nicholas.

Nicholas and you had something going on, you could tell. You developed a habit of holding a conversation with him even while he was preparing your drink, and he developed a habit of joining you at your table if there were no new customers around. Sometimes, you even helped him make TikTok videos for Bobalicious’ page, and laughed at the way he was so creative with his lines. Other times, when you were there at the end of his shifts, he would sit with you and ask about your days before walking you to the campus building you were needed at or the bus station when you were heading home.

He was a funny guy who loved teasing you, but he never took it too far, and you knew that he meant well even when he was being playful. He was also a really good listener, and patiently waited for you to reach the end of your monologues when you were venting to him about assignments and group project members who were slacking off. When you were upset, he tried to cheer you up by drawing stuff on your plastic cups and putting an extra amount of tapioca into your drinks.

You kept in touch even if you didn’t see each other, and it became one of your favourite daily activities to send memes and videos to him apart from messages asking about his day and sharing details about your own. No wonder it felt like you knew him so well, and you spent so much time together, but it was never outside of the confines of the boba place or your campus. Not until he posed a question one day.

He was closing the shop that day, but you stayed until the end because you were working on a presentation on your laptop, and lost track of time. However, when he started cleaning the tables around yours, you quickly realised that he was preparing to close, so you saved your work, and closed your laptop.

“How’s that presentation coming along?”

“I’ve made some good progress today, and though there are still some slides to polish, I’ve decided to call it a day,” you explained contently, putting your laptop into your bag. Then, you stretched your arms over your head to loosen those tight muscles.

“Does it mean you’ll have some free time over the weekend?” Nicholas asked casually, wiping the nearby table with a wet cloth.

“Yeah, I think I’ll get it done tomorrow, and I’ll only need to revise some material for next week, so I’ll probably be able to relax on the weekend.”

Nicholas stopped wiping the nearby table, and turned to you instead. You looked up at him expectantly, but instead, he leaned onto his elbows onto your table. You blinked in confusion, his smooth and flirty side always taking you by surprise, and you hated how easy it was to read you at times like this. You were sure that your cheeks were already burning, but he didn’t make a comment on it.

“How about going somewhere with me on Sunday then?” He suggested, and this time, his voice was void of any mischief or playfulness. You were so taken aback by his serious tone that you didn’t find your voice, and maybe he mistook your silence for confusion because he added: “As a date, I mean.”

If your cheeks had not been flushed by now, they would have surely been on fire this time. You might have imagined being asked this question time and time again, but nothing could prepare you for the feelings it evoked in you. It was butterflies and fireworks and all that jazz.

“I’d love to,” you blurted out, trying to fight a way too giddy smile, and you could tell that he was the same. He was trying not to seem too proud and act all cool instead, but he almost bumped into the chair behind him when he turned around, and clumsily tried to recover from it.

You loved him for it, you loved him even more.

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[b1mbodoll]

im sO looking forward to seeing you write again!! something thats been stuck in my head lately is shotgunning w nicholas 🫠🫠 the thought of a friendly little smoking session turning into a heated make out is making me SICK 😵‍💫😵‍💫 need to hump his thigh until im crying out of frustration tbh 🫣🫣 no bc putting into words how badly i want this man would create a new sin in the bible ngl

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pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: drugs + dryhumping + dacryphilia

💌: ur brain is so yum, i’m sick!!! i love the thought of mean dom nicho so much 😞

okay but smoking for the first time with nicholas 😵‍💫 you’re a little clueless ‘nd coughs wrack your body, feeling embarrassed by how intently he’s watching you and shrinking under his gaze. but he’s not to be mean, it’s because he’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around the blunt and how pretty you look, eyes glossy and a dopey little smile on your face as the weed affects you. and yeah, he feels a little bad so he decides to help you out, definitely for your benefit and absolutely not because he wants to kiss you.

“c’mere, pretty girl,” he says, seating you on his lap, placing a knee between your thighs. “let me help you.”

nicho takes the blunt from you, ashing it before taking a hit and placing a hand on your cheek, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb as a sign to get you to open up for him. “be a good girl ‘n make sure to inhale for me sweetheart.” he states, voice low and raspy.

he takes a hit and your eyes widen as his face comes impossibly close, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while you do your best to inhale, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

he does it a couple more times, taking pleasure in how flustered you look and the needier you get, biting back a smirk when you subconsciously grind back and forth on his thigh, quiet moans like music to his ears when his jeans catch your clit just right.

you’re so gone n so needy, you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes, peering up at nicholas through wet lashes with a sweet little pout adorning your face. he wants to help you out but he’s enjoying the show, flexing his thigh at times just to hear you gasp n moan, so close to reaching your orgasm but ‘s just not enough, unwillingly edging yourself the more you rut against him.

[urauntiefaye]

Calling 1-800(CrisisinLove) ••●•• EP.4 Why is he talking to me?

TW: Cussing, Y/n panicking, Isekai jokes, Woonhak being Y/ns main Opp.

Writing portion in the middle WC:991

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Entering the school that morning y/n wore a black hoodie with the hood up hoping no one would see or recognize her. But her attempt fell as she could feel everyone's eyes on her, people even leaning close to one another whispering. She knew she shouldn’t have come to school today, maybe her parents will let her move back in and will be okay with her dropping out?. No, that wouldn’t work. Her parents had a hard time accepting the fact she decided to go to school for Art instead of Medicine or any other ‘real’ degree. What makes her think they’ll be okay with her dropping out?. Holding her head down pulling the strings of her hoodie she sped up trying to get to her first class of the day.

Stopping in her tracks though when she saw a few of the Soliel girls standing in the hall chatting away. ‘Fuck’ she said to herself as her attention landing directly on NingNing. Knowing she will have to walk past NingNing as her class was literally right there. Taking a deep breath she gained whatever confidence she had left in her. Lifting her foot up to take a step forward she instantly turned around and began to walk back to her dorm. There’s no way in hell she can do this, getting ready to leave the art and music building she felt someone interlock their arm with hers. Jumping at the interaction she looked up to see that it was just her friend Natty. “Oh thank fuck it’s just you” she sighed in relief. Natty scanned her and turned her right back around “you’re not skipping” was all she said as she led y/n to her 3D digital design class. Filled with dread and the impulse to isekai herself Y/n let her friend drag her. Walking past the Soliel girls as they felt their eyes; especially NingNings eyes on her. One of the other girls whose name was Karina leaned in to whisper to NingNing to which she only nodded and sent a rather chilling glare towards Y/n.

It was at that moment y/n officially made a mental note to follow through with the isekai later that night hoping a truck would be ready to run her over. “There ya go” Natty said, breaking y/n out of her miserable thoughts. Natty gave Y/n a reassuring smile as she patted her head, “it’ll be okay, with how the people are at this school they’ll forget about this in a week tops”. Knowing Natty was probably right y/n sighed and nodded. Saying their goodbyes as Natty left to go to her own class. Y/n made her way to her usual computer. Pulling out her tablet and getting everything set up for class, praying to whoever was up there to take it easy on her today.

Getting everything set up she saw someone sitting down next to her in her purview vision. Not really minding as she continued her tasks until she felt the person tap on her shoulder “hey, you’re y/n right”. Looking over to place a face to the person she screamed internally. Right beside her was Nicholas, giving her his signature smile that used to make her heart flutter with his black hair falling slightly in his sharp intense eyes. “Uh, um yeah…that’s me” chuckling nervously as she tried to be polite while she screamed inside questioning why he’s talking to her and what the hell he wanted. “I’m Nicholas, but you already know that right?” he teased lightly making Y/n wish she could disappear in her hoodie. “Heh. yeah I know…um don’t you usually sit in the front? Not trying to be rude but”, Nicholas hummed at her words as he nodded, “yeah, but I thought I’d switch things up today”. Nicholas' eyes never left her, his body even facing hers as he leaned in slightly closer to her. “I didn’t know we had this class together actually, what are the odds right?” only nervously chuckling at his statement still weary of him but now also irritated as they’ve been in this class for about five months. “Yup, we’re also in Art History with Professor Kim together” trying to hide the annoyance in her voice, Nicholas now taking the turn to look awkward not realizing he shared two classes with her. Only really knowing about this class because of Taki.

“Ah, sorry about that, I don’t really pay attention to my classmates I guess” Nicholas attempted to apologize. “But you’re paying attention now?” Y/n asked the irritation levels slowly rising in her, taking Nicholas off guard a little but regaining his composure, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I guess I am, can’t believe I missed such a pretty girl in my classes” his effort of flirting only made y/n panic inside. She won’t lie she did enjoy the attention slightly, but something inside her just made her want to throw up. “Oh…thanks” was all she could respond with, awkward silence now taking place as they stared at each other. Nicholas had no idea what he should be doing, she’s not reciprocating to his flirting. “Um, look I know this might be weird since we haven’t really talked before. But would you like to go with me to the party next weekend?” expecting her to agree with his invite to the party.

“No” was not the word he was expecting to hear though, “oh, are you going with your friends then?” Nicholas asked. “No, I'm not going to the party....don't like them”, taking in her response he let out a little oh. He didn’t think it was going to be this difficult to talk to her. Not only is the conversation not going anywhere but he feels so nervous talking to her. He’s never felt this nervous talking to a girl before, so why is he now?

[byshens]

nasty girl ─── wang yixiang ( f. reader ) -> wc 1,794

ⓘ breast fucking, deep throating, cumming on face, breast worship(?), nipple sucking, petnames ( baby, nasty girl, princess, good girl ), needy nicholas, cum eating, raw sex (dont), creampie, fingering. lmk if i missed any !!

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“f-fuck, baby—“ nicholas groaned, his fist full of your hair as you took his cock in your mouth, softly gagging around his length.

you dont even remember how you got in this situation. one minute you’re just chilling on the couch and the next nicholas has you on your knees in front of him, forcing you to take all of him into your mouth.

not that you were complaining, though.

the painful grip that your boyfriend had on your hair mixed with your throat being full of his cock, your eyes started to tear up. you glanced up at nicholas and his hips stuttered, his breath catching in his throat.

“oh my god—dont—dont look at me like that,” nicholas moaned, pulling your head back slightly so he could watch how deep his tip hits the back of your throat.

“fuck, im close,” he moaned, his pace quickening. your hands gripped his legs as you watched him chase his high. his hips jerking forward before he stilled, his cock still deep inside your mouth while it filled with his cum.

you choked around him which made him pull out, but before you could even do anything else, he was kissing you. forcing you to keep his cum inside your lips, having him taste himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

“swallow it,” he demanded once he pulled away, his eyes staring back at yours, cold and stern. he loved watching you become his nasty girl.

and you did as you were told, you swallowed his release and took a breath, finally able to breathe again from all that. you watched his eyes light up with admiration, he loved watching how pretty you looked whenever he messed you up like this.

he moved you over to your shared bed and climbed on top of you, his hands instantly cupping your breasts from under your shirt. you never wore a bra when around him, knowing how obsessed he was with your tits. it always gave him free access to them whenever he wanted.

“baby, can i take this off?” he asked, referring to your shirt, which you quickly nodded. your nipples immediately hard as the cold air hit them, but it didnt last long before your boyfriend’s mouth was on them.

“fuck, nicho,” you whined. his tongue swirling around each bud, giving both breasts fair attention from his mouth. you could feel yourself getting wet just from this, nicho’s hand giving your tits a squeeze which caused you to whimper.

“you’re so perfect, so so pretty.” he praised as he kissed along the soft skin of your breast, his tongue flattened and sliding across them, leaving saliva all over.

whenever you and nicholas had sex, there was always a break section between the rough and dirty fucking, and that was nicho worshipping your tits. it wasnt until the 2nd year of you dating when you found out his obsession with your chest.

you always knew he liked your tits, what man wouldnt like a nice set of breasts? especially on the woman he loves? but nicholas.. oh he was a freak, he fantasized about yours. all his friends knew it too, he never shut up about it to them.

but he never wanted to rush you to his freaky desires, especially if you didnt like it. but during sex one time, you gave him the word. you pushed his head towards your boob and his face lit up.

“suck.” was all you had to say to change your sex life with him forever. now he never misses his chance to admire you, your body, praise you like you’re the finest piece of art in the world—and to him—you are, of course.

your thoughts were interrupted by his teeth, softly biting down on your skin. oh nicholas, always needing to leave his marks on your skin.

“please,” you moaned, looking down at him. he looked like he was in heaven, your chest covered in his spit and love bites, his cock fully hard again while you soaked up your inner thighs with need.

nicholas’ head snapped up at your plea, his face red with blush but his eyes filled with hunger. hunger for you. he nodded and smirked, settling into his spot right in front of your face, and you knew immediately.

your hands pushed both your breasts together so they were on either side of his hard, leaking cock. it twitched once it felt your soft skin, his lips releasing a loud whine before he looked into your eyes, begging if he could start.

you nodded and his cock started fucking between your tits, his thrusts sloppy due to the weird angle but he didnt care, you didnt care, no one cared.

he sped up, desperately trying to find that intense pleasure he always got from just this, how your head was leaned forward, mouth open, tongue out, so every time he fucked forward the tip of his cock would slide into your warm mouth.

no matter how many times this occurs within your sex life, it will never not be fucking sexy to you. watching how needy and pathetic nicholas gets just from your boobs always amazes you, and you love every second of it.

“oh fuck, fuck, princess—“ nicholas moaned, his cock twitching and begging to release, but he didnt want to end it so fast. he held in his climax, looking down to watch how dirty you looked in this position.

you leaned onto your elbows, causing a shift in the direction of his thrusts but made it even better, but now his cock slipped deeper into your mouth with every thrust. your tongue hitting his slit, nicholas felt like he was on fire.

“oh, oh, shit—“ he cursed, his hips jerking forward as he came. white strips of cum splattering across your face and onto your tongue, nicholas was breathing heavily when he moved himself off of your body to hover you, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

you moaned into the kiss, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer, deeper. he could taste himself again, never really enjoying it but nothing mattered to him when his lips were on yours, kissing the soul out of him.

his hand moved down to your panties, he gasped against your mouth as he felt how soaked you were. slowly feeling bad about how he didnt notice your needs sooner, but now its here. he pushes your undies to the side and inserted two of his fingers into your wetness.

your back arched at the sudden touch, your eyes rolling back behind your eyelids as you pushed your hips down onto his fingers. nicholas’ tongue still deep inside your mouth, inhaling your every sound.

your legs spread wider for him, giving him more room to finger fuck you. angling his fingers in all the good places, your thighs shaking slightly. “nicho, please, i need you.” you whined, finally pulling away from the passionate kiss.

nicholas didnt waste anytime after those words slipped through your lips. he removed his fingers from your cunt and ripped your panties off. he positioned himself between your legs, his cock already hard again before he pushed himself inside your heat, earning a loud cry from you.

“oh! my god,” you whimpered, finally embracing his cock with your soaked walls. nicholas groaned as even with how wet you are, you were still a bit tight but that didnt slow him down. he knew you needed to be fucked good and fucked good you will be.

“c’mon, princess, you can take it, hm?” he smirked before his pace quickened. the sounds of your needy cries and squelching of his cock sliding in and out of you, oh he was going mad.

you nodded, a small ‘yeah’ was whimpered out of you as you took him, as he used your cunt for his and your pleasure, needing to fill you up with his seed.

his hands gripped onto your hips tightly to keep you still as he pounded into your pussy, the tip of his cock nearly hitting your cervix, your stomach tightened with all the pleasure.

your skin was on fire, you were breathless but couldnt stop moaning, couldnt stop needing more. you felt like you needed him to live inside your pussy, never leaving. that’s how good nicholas always makes you feel, you never want him to stop.

“mmph—please! fuck!” you cry out, your hands gripping the bedsheets, back off the bed in a long arch. he wasnt slowing down, he wasnt going easier, he was fucking you with all he had. he was desperate, almost as desperate as you were.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good, taking my cock so well,” he praised. he was sweating, the sounds of skin slapping against each other was loud, but neither of you cared. you were always prepared to deal with noise complaints, but your pleasure was way more important right now. to the both of you.

“nicho, i’m close, im close!” you squeaked out as your thighs trembled on either side of his body, his nails digging into your skin. he was close too, his cock overstimulated with how much he had already came before.

“cum for me,” he groaned, snapping his hips roughly into you, slower but harder. you let out a loud broken cry as you came, your body shaking from the overwhelming feeling. nicholas was close behind you, his hips snapping hard and still as he filled up your cunt with his cum.

“good girl, good girl..” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck, breathless along with you. he stayed inside your cunt, giving you time to come down from the high, his fingers now soothing your hips. his lips kissing softly all around your skin, whispering soft nothings to you.

“‘m good now, fuck..” you breathed out, a small giggle leaving your lips as nicholas gave you his dumb cheeky smile. and just like that, he was your silly annoying boyfriend again.

“let’s stay like this for a while.” he said in a soft loving tone, all seriousness in his voice but all you could do was scoff. he was—mind you—still deep inside your cunt, and he wanted to stay like that? while his cum was dripping out from the sides?

“baby, thats nasty.” you whined, already feeling the stickiness from it all, but nicholas grumbled and pulled you closer to cuddle, a gasp leaving your mouth as his cock moved in you with it.

“you’re nasty, though.” he fought back, a grin across his lips as he held your hand and he said something you couldnt even deny. in the most sincere tone, he said—“you’re my nasty girl.”

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[starryjake]

heyy could you maybe write &team’s hyung line & 04z reaction to you moaning in your sleep? (specifically they’re name)

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k: i just know he would love this. he would think you’re the sweetest thing in the world the minute he hears you softly moaning out his name while you’re sleeping. for a long time, he’ll just sit there and watch you, letting his cock get hard to the sound of your heavy breathing and whimpering, but eventually it gets to a point where he can’t hold back anymore. he would just have to help you out and make you feel good :( so he gently slides his hand past your waistband and into your shorts, rubbing your wet pussy until you’re cumming around his fingers in your sleep.

fuma: like k, he would love this a lot. but…he’s meaner than k. instead of helping you, he just sits there and watches you cry out for him in your sleep. like he knows how badly you need him, you’re literally begging for him in your sleep, but he doesn’t care. he’s having way too good of a time just watching you. he’s having such a good time, in fact, that he would start touching himself, choosing to make himself feel good instead of helping you out. so mean :((

nicholas: oh i knowwww he gets real excited catching you moaning his name in your sleep. he’ll take this situation as an opportunity to do something with you that he’s always wanted to do…give you head while you’re sleeping. he’ll ever so carefully spread your legs and lay between them, gently pushing your underwear to the side and leaning in. he starts with a long lick up your slit, gathering all your warm arousal. it doesn’t take you long to wake up with how good he’s eating you out <33

ej: he’d get so turned on from this :( like you’re having a wet dream? about HIM?! he’d be so excited and immediately presses himself against you, slowly starting to jut his hips into your backside. you’d be whining and whimpering out his name and he’s just like “i know, baby, i know. just take it.” like FUCK and he’s just pushing his hard, sweatpants covered cock into your ass, slowly awakening you from your slumber before he slips it in <3

yuma: gets mad cocky knowing that you’re getting turned on from him IN YOUR SLEEP. like are you really that needy? yes, you are! and he loves that. he gets too eager and excited so he just immediately shakes you awake, pulling you out of the dream you were having of him. “need me that bad, huh?” he’d ask while pulling his pants down. you’re half asleep, but all of a sudden, he’s buried inside of you, slowly fucking you until you’re cumming all over his cock.

jo: just like FREEZES the minute he hears you whimper out his name in your sleep. he just looks over at you with wide eyes, shocked that you’re seemingly having a wet dream about him. poor thing doesn’t even know what to do and where to start, so he’s basically torturing himself listening to you beg for him in your sleep. you end up waking up on your own and he lets you dry hump him, too shy and nervous to do anything himself </3

[leechqnsgirl]

🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ too much

notes: based off of this ask

-- you've been feeling a bit insecure because of your recent weight gain, but your boyfriend seems to be obsessed with it.

18+ | nicholas x fem!reader | wc: 1.8k | masterlist

warnings: talk about weight gain and insecurities, piv, cumming inside

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you haven't seen your boyfriend for a few weeks since he was currently in korea and you were still in japan.

to say you were just missing him is a massive understatement. since you two started dating, the most you went without seeing each other was just a few days. but now? 

it's been about two months. 

you'd been eating a bit more just to distract yourself from your boyfriend's absence.

cooking and baking new recipes, buying new snacks and going out with friends for some comfort. 

you hadn't really taken notice of it until you were trying on some dresses, seeing how a bit of extra chub on your body was visible on some ends. 

in all honesty, it wasn't much but to you it was noticeable enough. 

you know that nicholas would never hate you, or degrade you. but there was still that voice in the back of your head. the one that makes you sit in front of the mirror for minutes into hours, making you question if you're even good enough for him. 

in your logic, nicholas is always working out, he's always in shape but what about you? yeah maybe he has the pressure of being an idol, but you’re an idols girlfriend. 

--

you got a text from nicho saying he'd just landed and he'll be at your place soon. 

you were beyond happy, it's been so long and factimes between you two weren't cutting it anymore. you were so excited that it felt like your mind temporarily numbed that little insecure corner of your brain. 

knock knock. 

"coming!!" you chirped out, rushing over towards the door. you didn't even need to ask if it was nicho. you just knew. 

as soon as you opened the door and he stepped in, he pulled your body against his, digging his face into your neck. 

"god, I missed you so much, y/n." was the first thing he told you, when you tried to step back to get a look at him, he pulled you right back in. "please...let's just stay like this for a bit." he pleaded, making it seem as though those two months away from you drained him, and you were his battery. 

soon enough, the two of you got settled in. you were working on a simple dinner while he went to take a shower. 

he came out, standing by the entrance of the kitchen watching you. 

you hadn't noticed him at first, too busy with the food. and it wasn't until you turned around for something when you saw him. startled at first, but you smiled. 

"hi, babe. just a few more minutes and we can sit down together." you were expecting to hear some sort of a response from behind you. something like an oh okay or alright, honey. but you got nothing. 

you thought he walked away at first, but when you turned to look for a second, you saw him in the same position. leaned against the kitchen entrance. 

and he was looking at you. but not looking at you. 

his eyes were trailing along your body. 

and that's when that unsettling feeling set in, that feeling where you just feel...unattractive. 

you also became aware of what you were wearing. it was a tight tank top and some mid thigh shorts. 

you didn't know exactly why he was staring at you, you just knew that he was. 

"baby..." he said quietly, walking towards you. when he reached you, he lifted your face up by your chin. "why do you look nervous?" his eyes traced your face, but couldn't help to sneak a look a bit below at times. 

"i-i'm not nervous. it's just," you sighed, "its nothing, nicho." 

if there was one thing that nicholas hated about you, it was definitely that you would tend to undermine yourself at times. 

and he could tell you were doing it now. 

he reached behind you, turning the stove off. leading your body to the side a bit, he hooked his hands under your thighs, and out of instinct you held onto his shoulders as he lifted you onto the counter. 

his hands rested atop your thighs, gliding them up and down in a soothing motion. 

"you know, when I first arrived here," he brought his head over to your neck, leaving kisses in between his words. "and I hugged you...I could almost tell something was different about you." he continued on, switching the opposite side of your neck now. you let out a sigh. 

"I shrugged it off though, because maybe I was thinking that since it's been a while. but fuck," he lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours. "when I saw you in here, in this outfit. I knew what it was." he never said the words out loud but you knew what he was talking about. 

his hands moved to hold onto your hips, a place that had been a victim of your slight weight gain. "and you look so fucking sexy." he practically groaned out the words, looking deep into your eyes before he smashed his lips against yours. 

you gave a small gasp, slightly stunned but soon enough you felt yourself melt into the kiss, lightly tugging on the hairs on the back of his neck. 

you felt his hands travel all over your body. going from your face to your arms to your waist, then your hips and thighs once again. it was like he was getting a feel for it all. it was all new to him. and god, did he love it. 

he thinks you're glowing, you look beautiful, and so the moment he saw you hide into yourself, he knew he couldn't hold his words back anymore. he couldn't hold back anymore.

he broke away from the kiss, tugging his shirt off doing the same with yours.

his eyes were glued to your chest, snaking an arm around you to unhook your bra.

god, and when it fell? he felt crazy. it'd been too long since he even touched you, and given how you look now...he doesn't think he'll last an hour with you.

the breath he let out was audible, and strained, you could practically feel his neediness radiating off him. and the sweats he was wearing did no job at hiding his hard on.

he had to have you bare before he did anything. he had to see you. he wanted to be able to kiss and touch down your body with no restrictions. and with that, he slid down your shorts and panties. leaving you completely bare for him.

he lifted you up, carrying and placing you down so you were laying back onto the kitchen tiles. the cold floors causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I just can't, i-i need you now, baby. I need you here." he felt the room get too hot, beginning to wonder why he had some of his own clothing still on.

it wasn't long before he lined himself up to your entrance. slowly inching inside you, he kept his hands on your hips, squeezing at them. his eyes never left your face, not until he bottomed out completely. kicking his head back with a long moan.

"you're so perfect, baby." he praised, "so fucking perfect."

you could feel him going faster, having you let out loud moans of his name.

he leaned his head down, latching his lips onto one of your nipples. he heard you whimper, moving his hips faster. "bigger for me now, hm?" he mumbled against your tit, he lifted his head, trailing kisses from your tits to your stomach now.

"fuck," he muttered, everything felt too much for him, “you’re so tight.” he moaned, “you didn’t play with yourself while i was gone?” he teased against your ear, biting the lobe gently. 

he didn't expect you to reply, so when you shook your head, saying how nothing felt like him, he felt a shudder go through his body. because, god he couldn't agree more. nothing felt like you either.

he would spend nights awake sexually frustrated because he just couldn't get off. tugging at his cock for what felt like hours, and he wanted to call you so bad but he was always afraid. afraid he’d be bothering you all because he couldn't keep it in his pants. 

“n-nicho,” you whimpered out. he knew you were close, he could feel you tighten around him over and over again. “i know, baby.” he reassured you, doing his best to keep his pace and rhythm up. 

“nicho,” you said, voice heavy, “a-are you wearing a condom?” 

his eyes widened, he’d been so caught up with you that he completely forgot to wear a fucking condom. 

“no…” he said, voiced laced with guilt and shame. “i’ll pull out, okay? don't worry your head baby.” he felt himself right at the edge. 

but fuck, you felt so warm and tight and soft and-

he didn't even trust himself to pull out anymore, everything was just too much. 

you laced your fingers in his hair, pulling his head down to above yours. “don’t nicho...god, i don’t care if you fucking knock me up. i just need you.” 

and how was he supposed to say no? he couldn't even bring up the thought of saying no to you. 

and when he finally cums, hips flush against yours, spilling his seed deep in you...he feels like he should’ve denied, should’ve said no but, fuck, he doesnt think he cares. he waited too long for this, for you.

he’s still panting into your neck long after you both finished, and you keep him there, playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

your heart aches a bit, realizing that over the last few weeks, he didn’t just miss you. but he missed everything that came with you. 

your hugs, your scent, your hands, your love. 

you could tell he wasn’t himself during sex, he seemed so much more touchy, more hasty and just more desperate. 

you feel him lift his head, rolling over so he's on his side facing you. 

“you’re so beautiful.” he pressed a feather light kiss on your cheek. “and i need you to know that nothing could change that. nothing could ever make me find you anything but.” he looks at you, placing a hand over your thigh, squeezing it. “would you hate me if i said that you look hotter this way?” he teased, biting his tongue. 

you raised an eyebrow, “so what, are you saying i wasn't hot before?” he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “i said hotter, meaning i always found you hot, babe.” 

you snuggled into him, smiling at his response. 

“do you realize we’re cuddling on the kitchen floor...?” 

he shrugged his shoulders, “we’ll get up, i just wanna hold you a bit more, baby.” 

[makixroll]

LAZY DAYS — nichojoo۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . nicholas x fem!reader x euijoo

contents . . . polyamorous relationship , fluff

lazy days with nicholas and euijoo are the best. You get to spend time with them without getting occupied with work, you got to shower and be showered of lots and lots of affections.

Your head rested on Nicholas' chest, his chin placed on top of your head as he had his arm wrapped around your waist, while the other one was placed on top of Euijoo's head. The other boy on the other hand, had his arm placed under your and Nicholas' head, his other arm was inside your shirt, his warm palm resting on your stomach. The three were all squeeze together on the huge bed that they have gotten for them.

Slowly, you arose from your slumber, seeking more warmth from your boyfriend, you moved closer towards Nicholas, burying your head further possible on his chest, which caused him to stir from his sleep. When he noticed it was just your sudden movements, he went back to sleep. Not before ruffling Euijoo's hair softly enough to not wake up the man.

Euijoo also felt your movement, as his body realized that you moved a bit farther away from him which caused him to miss the warmth your body has given him. He then moved a bit closer to you, your back practically glued on his front as he curled up, his head buried on your neck, while his hand was still on your stomach, caressing it softly. A contented sigh escaped your lips, as you and your boyfriends went back to sleep.

It was already past lunch time when you woke up along with Euijoo and Nicholas. The two were sat on the sofa lazily, watching on the television while you presented to make food. Nicholas had his arm wrapped around Euijoo's shoulders as they both watched, Euijoo's head was resting on Nicholas' shoulders.

"Joo, Nicho, food's ready!" You shouted from the kitchen. The two immediately rose up from the sofa, and as they stepped in to the kitchen, they were greeted by the delicious aroma of the food.

"Wah~ it looks so good!" Euijoo commented, staring at the food laid on the table as he went towards your way, arms wrapped around your waist as he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, which you did as well, giving him a couple of kisses on his cheek, nose, and the side of his mouth as he lets out a giggle. He then sat on the chair, already excited to eat since he- you three technically skipped breakfast, and was already late for lunch.

Nicholas followed, thanking you with a kiss on your lips as he sat beside Euijoo. You all shared a good lunch filled with joy and laughters, and of course, a little bit of flirting here and there.

After eating, you all went back to the living room, with you sitting on the middle of Euijoo and Nicholas, leaning on the sofa, Euijoo had his head rested on top of yours, while Nicholas' arms were wrapped around your waist, cuddling you. Feeling a little bit affectionate at the moment, your two favorite boys gave you a sweet kiss on both cheeks, despite that, you could still feel the difference between the two. Nicholas' kisses were teasing yet soft, smothering you with kisses on your right cheek which has you giggling. Euijoo's kisses were light and soft, but lingering, which softens you.

Lazy days with Nicho and Joo are truly the best, and you couldn't ask for more when you already have the two all to yourself.

[chiiyuuvv]

understands ★

down bad!nicholas 1.5k words

notes! inspired by song linked in 'notes!' "i'll admit that i'm scared / 'cause i've never really cared as much as this / it's worth the risk" screamed nico so ofc i had to write about it. warning!! this is very delusional, read at your own risk

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“ta.. da..” nicholas pops out of his hiding place once he hears the rooftop double doors creak open. the huge grin plastered on his face shrinks to a shy smile, suddenly self-conscious now that you were in front of him. “hi..” he mumbles, the back of his neck suddenly itchy from embarrassment. 

“hi,” you breath out in shock, your eyes darting past flustered nicholas to scan the deck he decorated just for you. it seemed unlike his character to put so much care in an objective, a picnic blanket placed in the center of the area with pillows surrounding the perimeter. a speaker was placed to the far left of you, soft rnb echoing from the device. there wasn’t a need for any lights, the cloudless stars being your source to see. 

“do you like it?” nicholas’s voice releases the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, his chest pressed against your back as he drapes his arms around your waist. “i, um.. put a lot of time into it,” his deep chuckle rings in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“why?” you turn in his embrace, your eyes widening at the lack of space between you. nicholas looks down at you as you look up, the sparkle in his stare brighter than any star in the sky. if you examine closely, the tips of his ears match his hair, the small smile still adoring his features. 

“you know..” he starts off timid, his voice small as his shoulders do a little shrug. “i just wanted to.. say thank you, for everything,” the way his voice trails off suggests there were more to his reasons, but for now, you nod in acknowledgement at his heartwarming gesture. 

“you didn’t have to,” your voice was as small as his as you pressed your head against his chest. he takes it as a sign to bring you closer, his fresh scent invading your nose.

“i had too,” he defends. you could only chuckle at how persistent the boy was being, especially after the incident. you always found it to be no big deal, unable to realize how much you changed the boys' world.

nicholas was upset.

the joyful cheers of your friends and their video games fade into nothing once the male prances past the living room and into his room, slamming his door with frustration. the commotion makes harua jump in his seat, you and taki sending worrisome looks at each other. “don’t mind him,” euijoo chimes, placing his controller on his lap as he shakes his head. “he just needs some space. anyways, who’s up for another round of mario kart?!” and just like that, the happy energy resumes like nothing happened. 

maybe it was your stubborn attitude telling you to do something after euijoo told you not to, but you found yourself in front of nicholas’s door moments after the boys passed out from their gaming.

“go away,” his voice was raspy compared to the soft knocks on his door.

“i brought some strawberries,” you squeak, still determined to make the male open the door. “i’m sorry if i’m being annoying, i just want to make sure you’re oka–” the door swung open before you could finish your sentence, hair covering nicholas’s sharp eyes as he looked down at you like you were some type of pest.

“if i take the food, would you leave me alone?” he sounded irritated, his words straight to the point.

“actually,” you give an awkward smile, “can i come in?”

nicholas was stressed.

“i feel like i’ve been trapped inside a box filled with impossible accomplishments, yet i have no one to turn to when i need help,” nicholas mutters, his head placed comfortably on your lap. you hum in response, giving him the opportunity to rant his heart out as your fingers comb his hair. “it feels so hard doing everything by myself.”

“who says you’re by yourself?” nicholas perks up at your words, your hands still in his hair as you give him a reassuring smile. “i’m sorry you feel so imprisoned, nico,” you begin, your hand sliding down to cup his cheek. your thumb rubs the skin. “it may not feel like a lot, but you have me to support you.”

“oh,” he breathes, shocked by your words. “thanks.”

nicholas was in love.

“are you good?” you turn your head to the boy in question, your elbow resting against the diner table. nicholas turns to face you with a smirk, jokingly raising an eyebrow. 

“what, i can’t laugh at what my own best friend is saying?” he teases, suddenly glad you were sitting on the same side so he could itch closer to your body. his heart skips a beat when you lean even closer, your noses centimeters from each other. 

“not when our nico sounds so cute!” yudai, the friend you forgot was accompanying you chimes. he leans his chin into his hands on the other side of the table, nicholas snapping his head to the older in annoyance.

“i’m not cute,” he nags, sending yudai a look. the boy only winks in return.

“yeah, you’re right!” you defend, playfully furrowing your brows at yudai as you wrap your arm around nicholas’s shoulder, bringing him closer to you. “you’re my cutie,” you giggle, pinching the boys cheek. unline how he reacted to yudai, nicholas keeps quiet, clearly flustered by your words. 

“but i’m wrong when i say the exact same thing,” yudai bellows, raising his hands in defeat. “favoritism!!” he says, loud enough to get looks from across the restaurant.

…

“you’ve put so much time and effort into me, the very least i can say is thank you,” you appreciated his words, but deep down you knew there was something more to nicholas’s actions. especially since he’s been acting so differently around you. the way his eyes linger onto yours, how his lovesick smiles appear as soon as you enter a room. he makes you feel warm inside, like you were so special to him. 

“you’re welcome but,” you stop to chuckle in disbelief, “no one sets up an entire date to show how grateful they are, nico. seriously, what’s all of this about? you’ve been acting so weird lately,” your fingers trace his jawline as you speak, determined to pry his mind apart.

“because i..” he stops to catch his breath, his heartbeat speeding up when he looks into your eyes. a hand lets go of your waist to interlock the fingers on his face, placing light pecks on the tips. “i’ve never felt like this before,” the boy finally opens up, squeezing your hand. “i never felt so carefree, so loved. you’ve taken me in like i was yours to begin with, you’ve been so sweet, so soft, so inviting. i can be myself without receiving any judgement, i can feel upset without having to be guilty about it. y/n, you help me realize that..”

“that?” you tilt your head, tears welling up at nicholas’s precious words. the boy keeps quiet, his nervousness getting the better of him. he feels as if he doesn’t deserve one drop of your undivided attention. you were an angel that flew from heaven who constantly put a smile on an unorganized guy like him. you had a life, yet you put it on pause to help regulate nicholas. all those late night calls filled with encouragement when you could have turned off your phone and went to bed, he didn’t know what it was that made him worthy of you. you were too good for him. 

he must do something to show how much he appreciates you, right? even if that meant rehearsing his confession for hours in front of a mirror after he got home from work, or turning his rooftop into something you’ve always dreamt about. although he was scared, he still thought you were worth the risk.

his eyes stay glued to yours as you stand in the tense silence. his heart speeds up again because god, you were so pretty. he hates that he’s come to this realization now. in a swift movement, his hands let go of your body to gently cup your cheeks, lifting your chin so now he had a straight shot at your lips. 

he licks his own in anticipation, your presence making his mind go blank, your soft breath erasing all the doubts in his head. he lets out a sigh before connecting your lips in a feverishly slow pace, his figure being sent to a world of bliss as your mouths move against each others. he starts to feel dizzy when you grip his shirt, pulling him closer like you were going to lose him if you didn’t. words couldn’t never express the amount of love you had for each other. 

letting go of your lips, his hands circle around your waist again, ducking his head to kiss the salty tears from your face. if it weren’t for your soft giggle, you would have heard the boy sniffle. he pushes your foreheads together, closing his eyes in bliss.

“you’re the only one who understands.”

︴bonus! kinda got carried away, anyways i hope you enjoyed hehe

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[strangesuki]

&team - period care ♡ (hyung line) maknae line

how each member deals with/reacts to different period symptoms

pairing: bf!&team x afab!reader

genre: fluff and lots of comfort

warnings: mentions of period blood, period pain, dizziness, crying, cursing

w.c.: around 500-700 for each member

a/n: if this doesn't flop i'll post part 2 with maknae line lol. also everybody cheer i wrote something for someone other than nichojoo! xD

🪐 euijoo (crying spells)

you wake up feeling like shit and wanting to cry for no particular reason other than that you're on your period and your hormones are all over the place. added to that was the fact that the space next to you on the bed was empty – your boyfriend was already up. which isn't unusual, euijoo had always been an early bird. however, on that particular morning you couldn't help but wish he was still in bed cuddling you – maybe then you would be feeling less shitty. you feel kind of offended although you know it isn't fair – how is he supposed to know what you want if you don't tell him?

(more under the cut!)

“juju?” you call out but there's no answer – he probably couldn't hear you. you groan and steel yourself to get out of bed; it's about time anyway.

you head to the bathroom to freshen up and do your morning duties and when you emerge from the bedroom you find euijoo in the kitchen making breakfast.

“good morning my love,” he greets you with his warm smile and the sight of him immediately makes you feel a little better. “if you've brushed your teeth have this while you wait. breakfast will be ready in 10!”

‘this’ refers to a bowl of peeled pomegranates sitting on the kitchen table. you look at it and then back at him. he peeled an entire pomegranate for you despite how time consuming and troublesome it must've been. AND he's making breakfast. and most importantly, he looks so damn happy doing it. as you stare at the bowl of pomegranates, you can feel your eyes starting to water and the tears spill over soon after.

“no no baby what's wrong? do you not like pomegranates? but they're good for you – especially on your period,” euijoo is by your side in a minute brushing the tears away.

the fact that he specifically looked up what foods are good on your period only makes you more emotional and you feel guilty for feeling upset at him for not staying in bed longer. when you're finally coherent enough for him to be able to understand what you're saying amidst your sobs, he lets out a frustrated chuckle of disbelief.

“that's why you're crying? god you had me worried for a bit there,” he says, hugging you to his chest.

“you're literally the sweetest ever...what did i do to deserve you?” you mumble.

“sweetheart that was the bare minimum,”

“not to me!” you sniffle, wondering what the hell the opposite of bare minimum was. “to me that was like– like, the grand maximum!”

he giggles at that. “alright, cutie. let's get you something to eat,”

*

after a morning of crying about peeled pomegranates, then about how delicious the breakfast was and then crying about all the crying, you've finally calmed down. you're lying on euijoo's lap and he's running his fingers through your hair with one hand replying to his texts using the other.

“it's very aptly named the orange peel theory, don't you think?” you ask.

“uhh but that was a pomegranate i peeled, not an orange...”

“yes but you're an orange,” you explain like it's the most obvious thing.

he stares blankly at you. “i'm...an orange?”

“uh huh,”

he gives in because really, what choice does he have? “whatever you say my love,”

🪐 fuma (dizziness)

murata fuma is an exceptionally calm and rational man. even when things don't work out or seem to be going downhill, he never panics and instead seeks to figure out what the next plan of action should be – because really, what good would freaking out do? not a lot of things scared him either, it was like the man had no weaknesses. he is one of the most level-headed people you know, and it's no wonder that people often came to him for advice – murata fuma is an exceptionally calm and rational man. except when it comes to you.

for your date today, you're at a mini concert hall to watch this indie rock band play. fuma has been obsessed with them ever since he discovered them a few months ago and after weeks of trying you were finally able to get tickets for today. there's just one tiny problem however – you're on your period, and you don't do well in crowded spaces during this time especially if you have to stand for a long period of time, like you have been for a while now.

fuma is of course not aware of this – as far as he knows your period is not due for another week. you know that if you had told him, he would've not only made you stay home but would've stayed back himself to take care of you and you didn't want to do that to him; you knew how excited he'd been for this.

and so here you both are. you're only halfway through the concert and you're already regretting it. you've been standing for over an hour now and you badly want to – no, need to sit down. you feel kind of breathless and you're sweating but your body also feels weirdly cool at the same time. the music and the screaming around you start to sound like they're coming from far away and you sway on the spot. the last thing your eyes register before you black out is fuma’s panicked eyes.

when you come to, it takes you a minute to figure out where you are – on the couch in the waiting area outside near the receptionist’s desk. worry is etched into your boyfriend's features as he hovers over you along with two other people you don't recognise.

“oh good they're awake. yeah it looks like they just need some air,” one of them says.

fuma helps you sit up and you avoid meeting his eyes; you're mortified.

“how are you feeling?” he asks gently.

you nod and smile sheepishly. “i'm okay now, it just felt a little suffocating in there is all,”

he studies you carefully like he isn't convinced and you notice beads of sweat drying on his forehead. after fuma has thanked and bid adieu to the two strangers who had been kind enough to help your boyfriend who had apparently been running around like a headless chicken after you fainted, he comes to you and envelopes you in a hug so tight you think you might pass out again.

“please don't do that ever again oh my god i swear my heart stopped that was the most distressing 10 minutes of my life. it felt like it lasted forever,”

you chuckle weakly and pat his back comfortingly. “it's a pity i wasn't conscious to see it,”

he pulls back and gives you a stern and disappointed look. “that's not funny, y/n,”

“okay yeah i'm sorry i made you panic. i should've told you the truth, it was stupid,”

“incredibly stupid. i can't believe you thought i would care about a stupid concert more than you,”

“well no it's actually because i knew you would care more about me being okay that i didn't tell you. i wanted you to have a fun time since you've been working so hard lately,”

“any time i spend with you is fun. i don't need to go to a concert for fun,” he grumbles.

“you know what i mean though,”

he crosses his arms across his chest. “no i don't. and you know what? you've just lost walking privileges for the next two days for lying to me and then passing out,”

“i've lost wa– what? fuma don't be ridiculous,”

“it's no more ridiculous than what you just did,” he retorts obstinately.

and he was actually serious about it – he carried you bridal style to the car and then from the car to your apartment and he wouldn't even put you down inside the elevator; he waited until he got to your shared bedroom. and even though you assured him you were fine he proceeded to fuss over you for the next couple of days, not letting you step out of the house without his “supervision”.

🪐 kei (muscle pain)

it's the second day of your period and your legs are hurting more than usual because you had had to stand for hours at the conference at work earlier today. while the pain isn't exactly unbearable, it's still bad enough that sleep keeps evading you. you roll over and look at the clock on the side table – it's 12.47 am. the longer you stay awake, the less well-rested you'll be tomorrow. you have to be up in 5 hours. tears of frustration make their way down your cheeks.

not wanting to disturb your boyfriend kei who is peacefully asleep beside you, you get out of bed and make your way to the couch in the living room. you flop down and try massaging your legs, sniffling quietly.

kei stirs awake a little while later. he reaches an arm out sleepily to pull you close but when he finds the bed empty he immediately sits up.

“y/n?” he calls out, his voice thick with sleep. he walks out to the living room and sees your hunched figure on the couch and frowns. he's about to switch on the light when he hears you sniffle and freezes. he stands there for a few seconds listening to you cry, his heart slowly breaking. he wonders why you ever felt like you couldn't come to him with whatever was troubling you.

he turns on the light and makes his way to you as you quickly wipe your face and try to seem okay. he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“what's wrong?” he asks softly.

“it's nothing. just a bit of muscle pain. i'll be fine in a while, kei. go back to bed.”

kei is not having it. he scoops you up off the couch effortlessly and carries you back to your room, ignoring your weak protests. “is it because of your period? why didn't you wake me?” he asks while he lays you down gently on the bed.

“it's really not that serious, babe. besides it's late and you have work tomorrow,”

“so? you do too. and if anything you need to sleep more than i do.”

“it's really not that big of a deal...” you start to say and kei gives you a disappointed look. he sighs and doesn't say anything further, just quietly massages your legs. but dang does the man have magic hands. his strong hands skillfully knead your leg muscles and you can feel the pain slowly fading away. you could cry tears of relief. you sigh contentedly and mumble a thank you, holding out your arms for a hug but he ignores you. “kei?”

“do you not trust me?”

the question catches you off guard. “what?”

“you never come to me when you're in pain...” he sounds so dejected.

“oh, love,” you sit up and scooch closer to him. “of course i trust you. it's just– you're always taking care everyone else and–”

“because i like taking care of the people i love. and i love you the most. but you never let me do anything for you even though you're always taking care of me and i don't know, it sometimes feels like you don't trust me enough to be vulnerable with me…” his voice cracks on the last syllable and you want to kick yourself.

you never meant to make him feel this way. he was always the one taking care of those around him so in your relationship at least you wanted him to be on the receiving end which is why you tried never to burden him with your problems, big or small. but you were so caught up in what you thought was best for him that you didn't consider how he might feel about it.

“i'm sorry, i didn't realise how that must make you feel, love. i trust you more than i trust anyone, of course you're the one i always want to run to no matter what. so from now that's what i'll do, okay?”

“you promise?”

“i do,” you seal it with a soft kiss on his pout, which makes him smile. he massages you until you fall asleep, and snuggles up next to you soon after.

🪐 nicholas (staining)

you wake up to the unmistakable feeling of blood soaking through your underwear onto your pants and you yeet yourself out of bed as fast as you can praying it hasn't gotten on the covers as well – you're at your boyfriend nicho's place.

but luck was not on your side – there's a coin-sized dark red stain on the light blue sheet. fucking great. you cannot believe this. how on earth did you manage to bleed through not one but two extra large pads?! god kill me. you make your way to the bathroom as quietly as possible so as not to wake your boyfriend – you know how much he loves to sleep and how grumpy he gets when he's woken up. granted, he doesn't mind as much when it's you but you still don't want to disturb him.

you clean yourself up, grateful you had brought an extra pair of underwear and night pants for your stay. then you wet a piece of cloth and head back, leaving the bathroom door open just a sliver so there's enough light for you to see. you lift the stained part of the sheet a little so it doesn't stain the mattress and proceed to rub the wet cloth against it so you can at least get the blood off of it – you know it'll be much harder to clean once it dries – and you can't very well strip the entire sheet off the mattress with your boyfriend still sleeping. and god, does he look so incredibly adorable.

the stain looks significantly much lighter now, and you head back to the bathroom to rinse the cloth out and apply a drop of detergent liquid to it. you glance at the clock on your way – it's 2:14 am. you groan internally. you can't even go straight to bed after this because you will also have to wash the bloody mess that's your underwear and pants. you had triple checked to make sure everything was leak-proof before bed but there's only so much you can do when your body apparently likes ejecting copious amounts of blood for no good reason. and now you're stuck dealing with the aftermath when all you really wanna do is collapse and never wake up for a week but you can't and are now questioning whether a uterus is really worth having or if you can just rip it out. you're so preoccupied thinking about all this while washing up at the bathroom sink that you don't notice nicholas standing at the bathroom door watching you until he speaks up.

“that's a lot of blood...”

you meet his alarmed eyes in the mirror. “oh shit oh fuck i'm so sorry nicho i didn't mean to wake you or for you to see this and i'm so sorry it got on the sheets as well- just a little but i'm still sorry i swear i don't–”

“hey hey hey babe shhh it's okay, stop apologising,” he places his hands on your shoulders and gently squeezes to halt your anxious rambling. you look close to tears and it breaks his heart. “why are you even apologising baby? i said that's a lot of blood in the sense that i was worried - is it normal for you to be bleeding that much?”

“well, um sometimes i guess but– wait are you sure? you're not mad?”

“why on earth would i be mad?” he looks a little hurt that you would think that.

“because i got blood on your sheets...”

“so? that can be washed,”

“i also woke you up...and you love sleep....”

he cups your face. “i love you more, dumbass. if anything i'm just mad you didn't wake me sooner - i could've helped you clean up,”

you stare at your boyfriend, taking in his bleary eyes and his hair sticking up in all directions and the earnest sincerity in what he just said. you didn't think it was possible to love him more than you already did but here you are.

divider credits: @/enchanthings-a

[slytherinshua]

⼺　BABY FEVER　( エンティーム )

genre fluff , headcanons , parent au , &team hyung line (plus yuma) x fem!reader (implied marriage for all hcs)   cw food mention , toddler/baby stuff , yuma's child is incredibly sassy , not proofread   wc 1170   request no   note cien did this to me he put these thoughts in my head (well actually i thought of the thoughts myself BUT STILL) and i am in shambles &team as dads :(   net @kstrucknet @lune-net

KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大

he’s probably a boy and girl dad, so ends up having at least two kids

but his true form is a goofy dad

will match his childrens energy 200%

always making silly faces and getting them to laugh

would carry them on his shoulders, swing them around, hold them upside down, do the little airplane flying when he’s lying on the ground, etc

all the types of play that are exciting when they’re little

there’s not a day where he fails to find a new activity to entertain your children even as they grow older

from newborn to first day of kindergarten, yudai wants to have fun with his kids 

he’ll definitely put them in dance classes when they’re little, but if dance isn’t their thing, that’s fine too!

would always encourage sports and physical activity as main hobbies so that his kids can create memories outdoors while staying active 

and he will never miss a game

his children will also be best dressed, taking after their father’s fashion

he loves to dress up his kids and picks the cutest matching outfits for them as well

his camera roll is filled with them and only them (and a few pics of you he snapped while you weren’t looking— he loves his candids)

MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅

boy dad, and his son is like his carbon copy

pokemon was the toy of choice since his child was still in the womb, and heck, you probably have a pokemon themed nursery, as well as plushies, clothes, and other toys

his kid’s favourite pokemons are probably snorlax or mudkip which goes adorably for buying things

frankly fuma is out of control with it

his son loves it, he himself is obsessed with it, there’s no cap on the budget when it comes to bonding with his child over the simple collectibles 

he’s the best at introducing new foods to his son, even when he’s scared to try something

seeing his dad eat it and make it look like the yummiest thing always works like a charm

you have your husband to thank for getting your toddler to actually enjoy vegetables 

although fuma is a bit paranoid about his child’s health

and absolutely panics whenever his son is sick

he’s not the type to fuss over “healthy” food— as long as his son is eating and getting the nutrients he needs, fuma will absolutely allow sweet treats

speaking of worrying, fuma is a huge worrier :(

he can’t help but be concerned over the littlest things when it comes to his son 

very protective over him, but also gives him advice and guidance and is easily the best role model you could ask for your son to have

WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔

he’s a boy dad and his son is just as much of a softie as he is

raises the shyest kid to ever walk the earth

has to always encourage his son to make new friends or try new things

because his little boy is just so hesitant and afraid of so many things

nicholas wants to show his son how fun things can be as well as dispelling the fear that his kid has

this takes little baby steps and hand holding, but nicholas is the best at being patient and comforting with his son

always tries to give his son a healthy push, but when it gets overwhelming, he understands as well

every small milestone is celebrated like it’s a big deal

because to nicholas, it is

every time he sees his son smile, his heart bursts in his chest 

he has the closest bond imaginable with his child, and as such, often spends time playing with him alone even after he’s reached the age that most kids would want to play with their friends

will sing and play guitar or piano with his son, which is one of the few things that isn’t so terrifying to his little brain 

even when a wrong note is pressed, the two can laugh it off together and enjoy the process of learning new songs together

he has the cutest father son musical duets to show off to you

BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주

girl dad in the house

his little daughter will grow up to love watching movies, especially ghibli ones

and well, ponyo may be her favourite for a reason

points and giggles whenever she sees ponyo to compare with her dad

euijoo can’t get over how cute it is every time

he’s the soft and caring type of dad, like he’s incapable of ever getting mad at his daughter

he will scold her when she does something wrong, although it breaks his heart to see her pout and tears

he’s the best at comforting her as well, and it seems as if there’s no safer place than in her father’s arms

loves to play dress up with his daughter, whether it’s a princess tea party or dinosaur onesies 

tries to learn how to do his daughter’s hair, to varying success

but he is the best at picking out bows or cute hair accessories for her

reads a bedtime story to her every night, and sometimes has to think of his own stories off the top of his head when his little girl insists on making a new story together

loves to go on walks with his kid or plan cute picnics

peels oranges for his daughter, they’re her favourite fruit

she likes to eat the segments from biggest to smallest saving the cutest piece of orange for last

NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真

this man is a girl dad and he creates the sassiest child by accident

every time his daughter shows you attitude, he has to remind her that it’s no way to treat her mother

you blame yuma for your daughter’s sassiness

yuma is convinced it was partly you as well

either way, you have a bold and cheeky toddler on your hands, and dealing with her can be hard work 

fighting her sassiness with more sassiness only works part of the time

gentle words aren’t too effective, yet strongly worded ones often give the opposite affect yuma and you intend

whenever yuma has to introduce his daughter to new people, he’s always a little nervous about how she’ll behave

but he quickly figures out that she knows when and where she can have attitude, and puts on the perfect princess act around strangers

 it makes yuma laugh and also slightly impresses him the grasp his daughter has on people already 

despite it sometimes feeling like fighting fire with fire, yuma and his kid have a very close bond

and he would protect her from anything 

he’s proud of the things she can do as well— her sassy sarcastic attitude shows how smart she really is, and witty as well

although she may not use it for the most perfect reasons

yuma can always joke around and laugh with his kid, his humour matching his daughter’s perfectly

and sometimes he enjoys seeing who can be sassier (it is always his daughter)

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nicho calling you "princess" while he fucks away your virginity😵‍💫😵‍💫

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: blood + virginity + creampies + corruption + fingering + pregnancy + praise + dacryphilia

💌: i got this as soon as i opened the app and i think its a sign to elaborate on this :3

nicholas is the sweetest bf you could ever ask for ☹️ treats you so nicely n never tries to overstep ur boundaries when it comes to sex. but he’s so desperate to fuck your pussy open for the first time he cant stop himself from flippin’ ur skirt up n rubbing ur clit through your panties

“feels good doesnt it, pretty?” his voice is so raspy, deep and laced with arousal, makes you unable to do anything but grab his wrist n fuck yourself on his fingers.

when he makes you cum ur nearly crying from the pleasure, body jerking as he talks you through your orgasm.

“that’s it, sweet girl. so good f’me,” he doesnt stop his fingers for a second, just pulls ur panties to the side before swiping at your hole, collecting your juices n sucking them into his mouth.

his perverted actions make you moan n he cant help but ask, “can i fuck you, baby? promise i’ll make you feel so good.” the desperation in his voice is so clear n you agree because the thought of him impaling you on his fat length is too good to pass up.

“please fill me up nicho! want you t’knock me up ‘nd use my virgin pussy.” you pout as you beg him to make you feel good, cunt dripping when he glides his cock between your pussylips.

nicholas coats his cock in your wetness, slipping inside inch by inch, being careful not to hurt you too much but the pain only serves to makes you clench around his, whimpering loudly when he bullies his way past your hymen, blood trickling down his shaft and even his balls.

“takin’ my dick so well, princess dont cry, promise you’ll feel even better soon.” your boyfriend wipes away your tears as he continues to pound your hole, his hips moving sloppily as his orgasm approaches and he empties himself deep inside of you, his cockhead hitting your cervix.

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Like the washed out color of stained wine, the cheeks of the man in your lap flushed red. He didn’t shy away when you pressed another kiss to his forehead, no, he only giggled through closed eyes. 

His lips had an upward turn to them, arms crossed over his chest. You did it again, pressing your lips to the space between his brows to elicit the same reaction—he just looked so damn cute. 

Yixiang has been lying in your lap as you watched a cartoon, adamant to spend his free time with you. And, after a while of scrolling through his phone his eyes had fluttered shut, soft sighs audible through his sleepy state. 

Of course, you froze, purposefully not even moving a neuron so he could dream peacefully. Afterall, He’d been working so hard, you figured that this was best for him, even if your legs fell off from the lack of circulation causing pins and needles. 

You‘d been glancing down occasionally, distracted by the slight pout on his lips. You admired the fullness and length of his lashes, slightly envious that you had to use fake ones to get near that amount of volume. 

And then, you laughed—he just looked so…fake in your lap. 

The vibrations had made him stir, face turning towards your stomach, hiding from the overcast light. He wrapped a loose arm around your waist, the other still sat over his mid-section. Yixiang was so close to you, you could almost feel his heart beating. 

“I like feeling your heartbeat,” You remarked, only realizing that it was supposed to be in your head when he answered. 

He pulled himself closer, voice muffled by your shirt, “Are you a psycho?” 

“You’re awake?” You almost gasped out, “I mean—wait.” He laughed, turning his head to the ceiling again but not opening his eyes. “No, I’m not a psycho…” 

“You just say creepy things for fun?” 

“No,” You huffed, “I just like you…a lot.” 

He hummed, “Well, I love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow and,” You didn’t know if it was because he was half asleep that he was confessing his deep-rooted love for you but, even shocked, you let him go on. “Forever? That’s not long enough.” 

A dorky-smile spread across your face (though he couldn’t see it), practically all your teeth on display. Then, you were kissing his face. 

His eyes shot open for a moment as you pressed your feather-light lips to his skin again and again in different places, then he closed them again. 

Once he’d had enough (well, he actually hadn’t) Yixiang stopped you, a gentle hand holding you mere centimeters from his face by your cheeks. 

“Hey, psycho,” He practically whispered, “My lips are right here.” 

And, he made you find them quickly after, shushing whatever snarky remark was hanging on your tongue. You smiled into the kiss, disregarding his new nickname for you and relishing in the moment. 

He was right, forever wasn’t long enough. 

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dusk till dawn (nicholas) — nav

synopsis — cuddling with nicholas.

the day winds down slow, like honey sliding down the inside of a jar, and you’re already drowsy by the time the sun dips below the skyline. the living room is quiet, touched with that soft amber glow that only comes in the early evening—lamp light mixing with the last bits of daylight clinging to the windows. it’s peaceful, the kind of calm that settles deep into your bones.

you’re curled up on the couch with nicholas, legs tangled together beneath a faded blanket that smells like home—like detergent, a little bit of his cologne, and something warm and familiar you can’t quite name. your head rests against his chest, tucked right under his chin, where you can hear his heartbeat thumping slow and steady. that sound alone could send you drifting.

his hand is under your shirt, resting lightly against the bare skin of your back. his fingertips move in slow, lazy circles—soft and rhythmic. up, down, a gentle scratch, then a soothing drag of his palm. it makes your eyes flutter shut for a moment, then open again. not because you want to stay awake, but because you want to hold on to this. the softness. the quiet. the way he touches you like you’re something precious.

nicholas' other hand is in your hair, fingers sliding through the strands with all the care in the world. he twirls a piece gently, then lets it fall, then combs through again, repeating the motion over and over like it brings him some kind of peace too. it feels like he’s anchoring you—like as long as he’s touching you, the world can’t pull you too far away.

“you tired?” he murmurs, voice low and close to your ear.

you hum something in response, not quite a word, just a small sound that says yes, but don’t stop. and he doesn’t. he chuckles quietly, presses a kiss into your hairline, and keeps tracing those slow patterns on your back like he’s drawing lullabies into your skin.

your breathing slows to match his, syncing with the rise and fall of his chest. you let your hand rest on his ribcage, fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the way he breathes, the way his heart beats. it’s steady. grounding. and suddenly, everything else—the noise of the day, the thoughts in your head, the weight behind your eyes—just begins to slip away.

the only thing that exists is the warm press of nicholas' body against yours, the way his thumb draws a soft line up your spine, the brush of his lips against the top of your head every so often, like he can’t help but kiss you, even in the quiet.

“go ahead,” he says softly. “i’ve got you.”

and you do. you let go. you let your body melt into him, your muscles relaxing one by one until you’re nothing but softness in his arms. your breath evens out. your lashes flutter against his shirt. you feel him shift just slightly to pull the blanket up higher, wrapping you tighter into him.

his fingers are still moving through your hair as your mind drifts into the haze of sleep. even when your thoughts stop forming, your body still feels the comfort of his touch, like a memory it knows how to hold onto even in dreams.

and just before everything fades to black, you hear him whisper something you don’t quite catch. maybe your name. maybe i love you. maybe both.

but it settles into your chest like a weightless stone, grounding and soft, and you fall asleep like that—wrapped in nicholas' arms, safe in his warmth, your back scratched gently, your hair played with lovingly, the world outside fading to nothing.