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currently at the club but all i can think about is best friend!euijoo

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OMG I LOVD IT HDHSJFJFJCJ

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yaaay i’m so happy 😭 hehehehehehe thank you again 🩷

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ok hear me out...

euijoo rarely loses his cool, but when he does? You’re in trouble.

one second, you’re teasing him, and the next, he’s got you pressed against him, hands gripping your waist as he whispers, "you think I’ll let you get away with that?" his thigh slots between yours, holding you still as he watches you squirm, completely at his mercy.

and when you finally break, whining his name, he just smirks, brushing his thumb over your lips. "that’s what I thought."

(if u do anons can I be 💌 anon?)

hiii, thank you so much for sending this in! yes, you shall be my 💌 anon!

now, i ended up writing more than i anticipated and probably strayed from your idea/vision but i hope you like this anyway! (there may also be more 🫢) love you, mwah!

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i wish you would.

my first request completed! thank you to the kind anon that sent it in! i got such a vivid image from the prompt that it sent me into a spiral and now i'm toying with the idea of a continuation? idk

★ best friend!Euijoo x afab!reader

★ content: some heavy? petting. no kissing. (sorry! but stay tuned) a bit of crude language but mostly sfw.

★ word count: 1.1k

you’ve heard it your whole life: you’re a handful. a lot. even too much on a few occasions. still, you never seemed to let comments like that get to you or dim your glow. 

Euijoo has never had the courage to say it to your face, but that’s one of his favorite things about you. it’s what drew him to you in the first place; like a moth to a flame. you were bright and loud and unapologetic about it. 

in turn, your friendship was proof that opposites attract: where you were boisterous and bright - he was quiet and collected. the contrast was stark but somehow you both made it work, striking a balance where you helped him overcome his timid nature and he brought you back down to earth when necessary. 

still, there are times when the difference can’t help but chafe on him.

being your best friend meant falling into pace with your shadow and, that, he was fine with. it was hearing you go on about your dates and other guys in general that he found hard to stomach; of course he wasn’t the only one seeking out some of your light. it was just his luck that being so close to you meant he was seemingly out of view where romance was involved (there was one time a few months ago that made him think, maybe things were shifting, but nothing came of it).

as your best friend, it was basically Euijoo’s job to sit and listen to you rehash every painfully explicit detail of your latest sexual escapade. an open book policy with your friends was probably healthy; honesty is something to commend.

right now he doesn’t think he's ever wished so badly that you would just shut up. 

“i don’t even know what he was doing with his fingers but it hurt, and he definitely had no idea where my clit was. i swear, it was the longest two minutes of my life.”

you’ve already given him the run down of your date last night, with full blown position examples, that made him laugh so much he was worried his face was permanently red.

“it was just weird, you know? and not hot weird. like, i can do hot weird, it was just bad,” you sigh, so deep into your own train of thought you don’t notice the pained expression on his face, even as you mildly acknowledge his presence. 

“at this point i’m just convinced i’m supposed to marry you. no other guy is gonna cut it.”

and with that, as if you haven’t just turned his entire world on its axis, you stand up from the couch and walk to the kitchen to answer your phone.

the blood was rushing so loudly in his ears, he didn't even hear the damn thing ring.

“wait, what?” he calls out, shifting on the couch to look toward the room you’ve just stepped through. no answer comes. you’re too busy with whoever is on the other line. based on the words he can make out, he knows it’s a work call. 

he could take it in stride; that’s what he usually does when you tease him. always a good sport. always a good friend. 

more and more, he realizes, that’s not enough.

your back is to him when he steps into the kitchen. his touch on your shoulder is gentle, guiding you toward him just so he can grab the phone where it’s pressed to your ear and you don’t even have the impulse to stop him; that’s how caught off guard you are.

“hey what the he-” you don’t get to finish your sentence. it’s like the connection from your brain to your mouth has been severed; you’re speechless because Euijoo, your sweet, careful, painfully gentle Euijoo is crowding you back against the kitchen counter.

“what did you say?” 

he leans over you and braces both palms against the counter, effectively trapping you where you stand. “hm?” 

“what are you talking about?” your eyes are wide, pupils flickering minutely between meeting his gaze and looking at his lips.

“what did you just say back there?”

“about the fingering? i-“

“no,” he sighs, looking up and willing the patience he’s so proud of to stay with him. “not about- that, about me.” 

your stare goes blank but he knows you're processing. he’s kind enough to give you a minute to catch up.

“...about marrying you? i was just kidding.” it stings to hear like that but he doesn't dwell on it too much, there’s another task at hand. 

“and about other guys not cutting it?” he tilts his head and you swallow hard, suddenly nervous about how close he is. you may be best friends but there’s always been a carefully calculated spatial distance between you two. the last time you broached it was one night a few months ago. one night you've been trying (and failing) to forget about.

“i guess, i wouldn’t know… if you could cut it or not…” you decide to play it safe, hoping he’ll back up and things can go back to normal, whatever normal can be at this point. “oh, come on juju.” you tag on the nickname you use when you’re doing the worst of your teasing because you know it always makes him crack a smile but he remains stone faced.

“i think you do, though.” he counters, playing it safe suddenly out of the question for Euijoo. 

he doesn't know exactly where the confidence has come from, but after listening to hours of your complaints about just how bad other guys are, he has a vague idea; he could do better.

his hands move off the counter and find your hips, sliding up until they rest at your waist, fingertips brushing against your skin where your shirt has ridden up.

“i can remind you. if you want?” 

it’s an offer but it might as well be an order; you can’t refuse.

“okay…” you finally whisper, not trusting your voice when his hands are on you.

“okay?” he presses on, pulling you forward until your body is flush against his, the muscle of his thigh slotting right between your legs so you know it’s deliberate. as if on instinct, you grind forward and gasp; both from the sensation and the realization of what you’ve done. 

his expression shifts, a smirk forming on his lips; he has you right where he wants you. it’s not often he gets to see you this flustered, especially not by something he’s done. he’s committing the sight to memory.

“Euijoo…” you whine and the sound is almost enough to make him crumble right then and there but he fights against the urge. 

instead he dips his head and presses his lips to your ear.

“just kidding.” 

it takes a second but he’s ready for the shove you give his chest, moving easily with the motion. his hands drop to his sides as he steps back and you both stare at each other for a moment before finally laughing.

Euijoo wonders if your laughter is fake too.

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writing this euijoo request but, of course, what was supposed to be a drabble is already almost 500 words 🙇🏻‍♀️

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hey i desperately need u to know i’ve read your nicho oneshot like 3 different times today like i’m obsessed with your writing style already its crazy 😭

omg omg omg thank you so much!!! 🥺 i can’t tell you how nice that is to hear. i hope to provide you with more good stuff to read soon 👩🏻‍💻

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i guess i can’t reply to individual reblogs to comment back? oh well, regardless, thank you if you’ve read and liked <3

lucky

★ boyfriend!Nicholas x afab!reader

★ content: unprotected sex, creampie (for my first post? wow) and probably bad grammar and poor formatting idk this isn't properly edited and it's my first time posting i'll figure it out later (title taken from the song lucky by raveena) feedback is appreciated!

★ word count: 2.1k

you met Nicholas the way most people these days meet their significant others: online, kind of.

not a dating app, no, that would have been impossible. the way girls (and guys alike) would have flooded his likes, there's no way you would have stood a chance at getting noticed. 

still, online; your first impression of him was through his instagram page that you came across on a night of looking through your friends following lists to update yourself on who and who had broken up. you were prone to snooping, what can you say?

on his instagram (username wenoyixiang) there was a single selfie, posted with no caption, and a considerable amount of likes and heart eye emojis in the comments. he was gorgeous and obviously cool and nonchalant. the collection of your friend’s usernames announcing that they followed him made it tempting to turn the blue button grey but you strategically withheld.

some might call it internet stalking but after meeting him, you’d call it gravity. both of you, orbiting each other in mutual and close friend circles; people you may know notifications. it was only a matter of time until you met in real life. actually, it was all manifestation on your part (which here means obsessively staring at his one selfie for prolonged periods of time while imagining an elaborately curated life together, and showing up to every mutual friend hang out you possibly could of course).

and then, finally, the night you actually met at a party. sure, years of procrastination culminating into a firm belief that you only worked best under pressure might have had some influence on you. the pressure here was Nicholas’ smile and his laugh that commanded you to be the funniest, wittiest, and brightest person in the room; if only to direct his attention towards you. whatever it was, you had the opposite of performance anxiety, turning into someone much more outgoing than you typically were, that night. 

somehow it worked and he asked for your number in the kitchen once the party was winding down.

the rest is history (well documented in your diary and notes app).

-

“hi baby,” Nicholas whispers in your ear as he comes up behind you and breaks you away from your reminiscing with a start. your jolt makes him giggle and you smile at the sound, turning your face to be met with a kiss on your lips. 

“daydreaming about me?” he raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

“yes, actually.” you admit easily, turning to face him fully so you can appreciate how his expression turns bashful and steal the solo cup from his hand to take a drink of whatever he just filled it with. whatever it is, it’s strong and you grimace as you hand it back.

“a dirty daydream, very hot.” you cough on the tail end of the sentence and Nicholas laughs, loud and unrestrained and you know the warmth in your stomach isn’t just the alcohol. 

“easy tiger.” he teases, taking his own gulp of the drink with only relative ease before he lowers his head to whisper in your ear once more, “or we can make that daydream real.” 

the heat in your stomach becomes something heavier, making its way down and you fight the urge to let your eyes roll back at just the sensation of his warm breath on your neck. 

your actual thoughts hadn't even been naughty and yet somehow, your boyfriend was able to get you from 0 to 100 in .02 seconds. it really wasn’t fair. 

you didn’t want to be that annoying couple that stopped hanging out with their friends and ditched parties just to be alone together. but Nicholas made it really hard not to be.

oh well! (you weren't that torn up about it when it came down to it)

your hand finds the crook of his elbow and before you even have a fully formed plan, you’re pulling him down the hallway. thankfully, the party is crowded enough that your absence won't be noticed right away. 

“whoa, you’re in a hurry.” Nicholas laughs and the sound of the music fades more the further from the living room you get. 

“your fault.” you call back, only glancing over your shoulder when you reach the bathroom door, thanking whatever miracle left it unoccupied as if for this very moment. 

he laughs again as you pull him in with the same urgency you’d use to enter a bomb shelter. 

the lock of the door clicks into place and then your lips are on his and the party and whatever was left in his cup become only an afterthought as he drops it into the sink in favor of gripping your hips and hiking you onto the counter. your thighs spread like second nature to accommodate him between them; it’s wordless and easy.

from the beginning every interaction has felt like this - Nicholas moves and so do you. push and pull so natural like your orbit never stopped, you just came in closer. (he’s your planet and you’re his moon or vice versa.)

your tongue glides over his bottom lip and his mouth opens against yours in silent invitation,  moans rumbling in both of your throats the second the slick muscle of his tongue meets yours. every kiss is so hot, it feels like melting into each other; the line where you start and he begins becoming molten until you have to pull away for a deep breath and for your own sanity.

“fuck…” he mumbles between pants and you can hear his movements but your eyes stay closed for another second to let you reconfigure your thoughts. when you finally blink your eyes open, his are looking downward to where his hands are working, opening his belt. 

it takes a second for you to realize you should be moving too but after a kiss like that, it’s hard for the synapses in your brain to function properly. 

“what happened to being in a hurry?” Nicholas asks, noticing your stillness, his belt and the buttons of his jeans undone. his hands find your thighs and give a squeeze.

“sorry, i got dizzy” you finally answer, meeting his eyes and seeing the concern that washes over his face. 

“you okay?” he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, your face instantly leaning into his palm and a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. 

“i’m good. you’re just so hot, it makes me dizzy.” you giggle and it’s a little mean to play against the soft spot Nicholas has for you; the way he'd turn the world upside down to make sure you’re okay, but you like to keep him on his toes. 

the concern on his face turns to obvious relief and then he’s laughing too, nose scrunched when he leans in to bury his face in your neck.

“scared me.” he whines, muffled and warm against your skin, and the sensation reanimates your desire. you tilt your head back and let your hands find the hem of your skirt, thankful for the ease with which you hike it up onto your hips. you slide your panties to the side for good measure and you’d be embarrassed by how wet you are in any other situation but right now you’re just glad your brain can keep up with your body's urges.

“sorry baby,” you sigh and the way he turns his head toward you lets you know he caught the shift in your tone. “let me make it up to you.” 

Nicholas straightens and looks down to where you sit on the counter, bare and offered to him on a silver platter. if it were up to him he would sink to his knees and bury his mouth between your thighs until you had to physically pry him off. 

the sounds of the world outside the door remind him that it is, in fact, not up to him.

still, a quickie isn’t a bad consolation prize.

“you’ll need to make it up to me again, later, by the way.” he sighs for dramatic effect, already shoving his jeans and underwear down just enough to grip his length in hand, giving it a squeeze while his other hand holds your hip.

“i can do that.” you mean it but your voice waivers a bit, mouth gone dry and the promise of being filled by him topping the hierarchy of any other need you could possibly have. your hips wiggle forward a bit and Nicholas would tease you for your desperation if his own didn’t have his cock leaking onto his fist. 

“Nicho, please..” 

he has to move quickly so he doesn't come at the sound of you begging for him, sliding his tip through your slick folds just for a beat before pressing to your entrance and stretching you out when he pushes in. 

“okay, baby… remember, breathe.” his voice is tight with restraint you know is for your benefit.

you’re wet enough that the slide is easy but sex with Nicholas usually takes place at his apartment and comes with at least three fingers worth of preparation before he’s inside you. this stretch is broaching on new territory. 

lucky for you, your horniness knows no bounds. 

you take a deep breath, half for show, and brace your hands on his shoulders.

“Nicho, move. i’m good, i’ll be good.” you don’t sound half as good you claim to be, already breathless despite him just staying still inside you but it’s only because you need him to fuck you so bad you think you’ll pass out if he waits another second.

and because he’s your Nicho, and he knows you, he gives you what you want.

his first few thrusts are still tentative, eyes trained so firmly on your face to watch for any lapse in your expression. but soon enough he’s building a quick rhythm, each movement pushing soft grunts from his throat as his hips pull back and push forward to meet yours.

“oh fuck- mmmh- you feel so good” he murmurs, breathy voice an impossible octave lower than his usual timbre and the praise feels like electricity going straight down your spine. any discomfort you felt at first has melted away, in its place a sweet pressure you recognize as the beginnings of an orgasm. 

“mm yeah- like that..” your voice hitches with every movement, the moans you can’t hold back slipping out and cut short by your inhales every time he bottoms out and hits that spot that makes your insides turn to jelly. your hands drop down from his shoulders to his waist, sneaking under his shirt just to feel his warm skin under your palms, as if you could will him closer with the contact. 

Nicholas circles one arm around your back like he's read your mind, hugging your body to his while hooking his other hand under the bottom of your thigh and hiking it up against your side so he can drive his cock in deeper. his face nuzzles against your cheek, lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach while he fucks you stupid.

“oh my god…” your eyes roll back into your head, on the cusp of climax.

it may be your lack of experience in general or maybe your boyfriend has a hold on you so deep psychologically, that he’s found a way to pavlov you into orgasm with a magic word. you don’t know and, honestly, you don’t care. all you know is when Nicholas moans out an i love you against your skin, your whole body goes rigid and you come with a gasp.

the pleasure makes you see stars and galaxies, clutching onto Nicholas your only grounding tether.

your back arches until your head presses against the mirror behind your head, body writhing against Nicholas while he fucks you through your orgasm. it only takes a couple more thrusts into your pulsing walls until his pace goes sloppy and he finds his own release inside you.

the mess between your legs will be something you deal with later. 

for now, you cup his jaw and guide his lips to yours, the kiss slow and lazy in comparison to the urgency you shared when you first entered the bathroom. it feels like hours, time slows like honey now that you’re both sated. finally, you pull back to get a good look at his flushed face. he’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen him, lips kiss bitten and eyes dark.

“i-”

you want to say i love you back but you no longer have the time for that. a voice cuts through from behind the door and abruptly clears the fucked out haze between you two.

“you guys are fucking gross by the way!” you recognize Yudai even if his voice is muffled. Nicholas hides his face against your shoulder and groans. he’s never gonna live this one down. 

you can’t help the loud laugh that you let out, his hand coming up to cover your mouth a second too late.

you’ll make it up to him again (again) later.

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lucky

★ boyfriend!Nicholas x afab!reader

★ content: unprotected sex, creampie (for my first post? wow) and probably bad grammar and poor formatting idk this isn't properly edited and it's my first time posting i'll figure it out later (title taken from the song lucky by raveena) feedback is appreciated!

★ word count: 2.1k

you met Nicholas the way most people these days meet their significant others: online, kind of.

not a dating app, no, that would have been impossible. the way girls (and guys alike) would have flooded his likes, there's no way you would have stood a chance at getting noticed. 

still, online; your first impression of him was through his instagram page that you came across on a night of looking through your friends following lists to update yourself on who and who had broken up. you were prone to snooping, what can you say?

on his instagram (username wenoyixiang) there was a single selfie, posted with no caption, and a considerable amount of likes and heart eye emojis in the comments. he was gorgeous and obviously cool and nonchalant. the collection of your friend’s usernames announcing that they followed him made it tempting to turn the blue button grey but you strategically withheld.

some might call it internet stalking but after meeting him, you’d call it gravity. both of you, orbiting each other in mutual and close friend circles; people you may know notifications. it was only a matter of time until you met in real life. actually, it was all manifestation on your part (which here means obsessively staring at his one selfie for prolonged periods of time while imagining an elaborately curated life together, and showing up to every mutual friend hang out you possibly could of course).

and then, finally, the night you actually met at a party. sure, years of procrastination culminating into a firm belief that you only worked best under pressure might have had some influence on you. the pressure here was Nicholas’ smile and his laugh that commanded you to be the funniest, wittiest, and brightest person in the room; if only to direct his attention towards you. whatever it was, you had the opposite of performance anxiety, turning into someone much more outgoing than you typically were, that night. 

somehow it worked and he asked for your number in the kitchen once the party was winding down.

the rest is history (well documented in your diary and notes app).

-

“hi baby,” Nicholas whispers in your ear as he comes up behind you and breaks you away from your reminiscing with a start. your jolt makes him giggle and you smile at the sound, turning your face to be met with a kiss on your lips. 

“daydreaming about me?” he raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

“yes, actually.” you admit easily, turning to face him fully so you can appreciate how his expression turns bashful and steal the solo cup from his hand to take a drink of whatever he just filled it with. whatever it is, it’s strong and you grimace as you hand it back.

“a dirty daydream, very hot.” you cough on the tail end of the sentence and Nicholas laughs, loud and unrestrained and you know the warmth in your stomach isn’t just the alcohol. 

“easy tiger.” he teases, taking his own gulp of the drink with only relative ease before he lowers his head to whisper in your ear once more, “or we can make that daydream real.” 

the heat in your stomach becomes something heavier, making its way down and you fight the urge to let your eyes roll back at just the sensation of his warm breath on your neck. 

your actual thoughts hadn't even been naughty and yet somehow, your boyfriend was able to get you from 0 to 100 in .02 seconds. it really wasn’t fair. 

you didn’t want to be that annoying couple that stopped hanging out with their friends and ditched parties just to be alone together. but Nicholas made it really hard not to be.

oh well! (you weren't that torn up about it when it came down to it)

your hand finds the crook of his elbow and before you even have a fully formed plan, you’re pulling him down the hallway. thankfully, the party is crowded enough that your absence won't be noticed right away. 

“whoa, you’re in a hurry.” Nicholas laughs and the sound of the music fades more the further from the living room you get. 

“your fault.” you call back, only glancing over your shoulder when you reach the bathroom door, thanking whatever miracle left it unoccupied as if for this very moment. 

he laughs again as you pull him in with the same urgency you’d use to enter a bomb shelter. 

the lock of the door clicks into place and then your lips are on his and the party and whatever was left in his cup become only an afterthought as he drops it into the sink in favor of gripping your hips and hiking you onto the counter. your thighs spread like second nature to accommodate him between them; it’s wordless and easy.

from the beginning every interaction has felt like this - Nicholas moves and so do you. push and pull so natural like your orbit never stopped, you just came in closer. (he’s your planet and you’re his moon or vice versa.)

your tongue glides over his bottom lip and his mouth opens against yours in silent invitation,  moans rumbling in both of your throats the second the slick muscle of his tongue meets yours. every kiss is so hot, it feels like melting into each other; the line where you start and he begins becoming molten until you have to pull away for a deep breath and for your own sanity.

“fuck…” he mumbles between pants and you can hear his movements but your eyes stay closed for another second to let you reconfigure your thoughts. when you finally blink your eyes open, his are looking downward to where his hands are working, opening his belt. 

it takes a second for you to realize you should be moving too but after a kiss like that, it’s hard for the synapses in your brain to function properly. 

“what happened to being in a hurry?” Nicholas asks, noticing your stillness, his belt and the buttons of his jeans undone. his hands find your thighs and give a squeeze.

“sorry, i got dizzy” you finally answer, meeting his eyes and seeing the concern that washes over his face. 

“you okay?” he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, your face instantly leaning into his palm and a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. 

“i’m good. you’re just so hot, it makes me dizzy.” you giggle and it’s a little mean to play against the soft spot Nicholas has for you; the way he'd turn the world upside down to make sure you’re okay, but you like to keep him on his toes. 

the concern on his face turns to obvious relief and then he’s laughing too, nose scrunched when he leans in to bury his face in your neck.

“scared me.” he whines, muffled and warm against your skin, and the sensation reanimates your desire. you tilt your head back and let your hands find the hem of your skirt, thankful for the ease with which you hike it up onto your hips. you slide your panties to the side for good measure and you’d be embarrassed by how wet you are in any other situation but right now you’re just glad your brain can keep up with your body's urges.

“sorry baby,” you sigh and the way he turns his head toward you lets you know he caught the shift in your tone. “let me make it up to you.” 

Nicholas straightens and looks down to where you sit on the counter, bare and offered to him on a silver platter. if it were up to him he would sink to his knees and bury his mouth between your thighs until you had to physically pry him off. 

the sounds of the world outside the door remind him that it is, in fact, not up to him.

still, a quickie isn’t a bad consolation prize.

“you’ll need to make it up to me again, later, by the way.” he sighs for dramatic effect, already shoving his jeans and underwear down just enough to grip his length in hand, giving it a squeeze while his other hand holds your hip.

“i can do that.” you mean it but your voice waivers a bit, mouth gone dry and the promise of being filled by him topping the hierarchy of any other need you could possibly have. your hips wiggle forward a bit and Nicholas would tease you for your desperation if his own didn’t have his cock leaking onto his fist. 

“Nico, please..” 

he has to move quickly so he doesn't come at the sound of you begging for him, sliding his tip through your slick folds just for a beat before pressing to your entrance and stretching you out when he pushes in. 

“okay, baby… remember, breathe.” his voice is tight with restraint you know is for your benefit.

you’re wet enough that the slide is easy but sex with Nicholas usually takes place at his apartment and comes with at least three fingers worth of preparation before he’s inside you. this stretch is broaching on new territory. 

lucky for you, your horniness knows no bounds. 

you take a deep breath, half for show, and brace your hands on his shoulders.

“Nico, move. i’m good, i’ll be good.” you don’t sound half as good you claim to be, already breathless despite him just staying still inside you but it’s only because you need him to fuck you so bad you think you’ll pass out if he waits another second.

and because he’s your Nico, and he knows you, he gives you what you want.

his first few thrusts are still tentative, eyes trained so firmly on your face to watch for any lapse in your expression. but soon enough he’s building a quick rhythm, each movement pushing soft grunts from his throat as his hips pull back and push forward to meet yours.

“oh fuck- mmmh- you feel so good” he murmurs, breathy voice an impossible octave lower than his usual timbre and the praise feels like electricity going straight down your spine. any discomfort you felt at first has melted away, in its place a sweet pressure you recognize as the beginnings of an orgasm. 

“mm yeah- like that..” your voice hitches with every movement, the moans you can’t hold back slipping out and cut short by your inhales every time he bottoms out and hits that spot that makes your insides turn to jelly. your hands drop down from his shoulders to his waist, sneaking under his shirt just to feel his warm skin under your palms, as if you could will him closer with the contact. 

Nicholas circles one arm around your back like he's read your mind, hugging your body to his while hooking his other hand under the bottom of your thigh and hiking it up against your side so he can drive his cock in deeper. his face nuzzles against your cheek, lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach while he fucks you stupid.

“oh my god…” your eyes roll back into your head, on the cusp of climax.

it may be your lack of experience in general or maybe your boyfriend has a hold on you so deep psychologically, that he’s found a way to pavlov you into orgasm with a magic word. you don’t know and, honestly, you don’t care. all you know is when Nicholas moans out an i love you against your skin, your whole body goes rigid and you come with a gasp.

the pleasure makes you see stars and galaxies, clutching onto Nicholas your only grounding tether.

your back arches until your head presses against the mirror behind your head, body writhing against Nicholas while he fucks you through your orgasm. it only takes a couple more thrusts into your pulsing walls until his pace goes sloppy and he finds his own release inside you.

the mess between your legs will be something you deal with later. 

for now, you cup his jaw and guide his lips to yours, the kiss slow and lazy in comparison to the urgency you shared when you first entered the bathroom. it feels like hours, time slows like honey now that you’re both sated. finally, you pull back to get a good look at his flushed face. he’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen him, lips kiss bitten and eyes dark.

“i-”

you want to say i love you back but you no longer have the time for that. a voice cuts through from behind the door and abruptly clears the fucked out haze between you two.

“you guys are fucking gross by the way!” you recognize Yudai even if his voice is muffled. Nicholas hides his face against your shoulder and groans. he’s never gonna live this one down. 

you can’t help the loud laugh that you let out, his hand coming up to cover your mouth a second too late.

you’ll make it up to him again (again) later.

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1.4k deep into a nicholas one shot i should hopefully have posted by tonight 🤭

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general info

this blog is +18 and posts will likely be NSFW (i had unrestricted internet access as a teen and understand minors will do what they like, but i strongly advise not interacting if you are below the age of 18)

i write for all members of &team but will tread lightly with maknae line (no extreme kinks - still interact at your own discretion)

all requests are welcome! (within reasonable limits) feel free to send asks just to chat as well!

let’s have fun!

[foamingcleanser]

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