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[jaylalolz]

OMGGGG I LOVE SEEING UR ACCOUNT GROW !!! I WAS HERE SINCE DAY ONE!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾💕💕💕💓💓

AWWW ur the cutest. thank you so much!!! 💗💗💗

[jaylalolz]

Hi, first of all I would like to say that I love your stories, they are very good. I had a story idea with Nicholas, where the character is invited by Vogue to make a video about her morning routine. Everything was going well until Nicholas decided to participate in this video. I would like something really cute and fun

❛ 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

SUMMARY, nicholas chavez’ girlfriend does her makeup tutorial on vogue but he accidentally interrupts.

A/N, i’m glad you enjoy my writing!! instead of doing morning routine; i did beauty secrets.

WARNINGS, none



As the camera starts rolling, Nicholas’s girlfriend smiles brightly, introducing herself to the viewers.

“Hey, everyone! I’m so excited to be doing my Vogue Beauty Secrets today. I’ll show you my go-to makeup routine, plus share a little about my upcoming projects,” she says, applying her foundation with practiced ease. “I love this part—it’s like the base for everything!”

She’s just reached her concealer when suddenly, Nicholas strolls into the shot, oblivious to the camera. Realizing what he’s done, he freezes and his eyes widen.

“Oh, sorry! Sorry!” he laughs, ready to step out, but she just shakes her head, laughing too.

She laughs, waving him over. “No, no! You’re here now; might as well join me!”

Nicholas grins, stepping in beside her. “Alright, guess I’m doing my Vogue Beauty Secrets debut!” He dramatically holds up an imaginary foundation brush and speaks in a mock-influencer voice. “So, what you want to do is dab, blend, and—”

She rolls her eyes, handing him a real brush.

He takes the brush, pretending to be very serious as he blends with exaggerated, delicate strokes. “See? It’s all in the wrist,” he says, swirling the brush with finesse.

She giggles, reaching for her moisturizer and eye cream. “Okay, since you’re here, I think it’s time we take care of your skin!”

Nicholas laughs, holding his hands up. “I’m the assistant! No one said anything about me getting a makeover!”

“Too late.” She dabs moisturizer onto his cheeks. “So, Nicholas here thinks he doesn’t need skincare. But, actually, hydration is key, especially after a long day filming.”

“Hydration is key,” he echoes, trying to keep a straight face as she smooths the moisturizer into his skin. “Next thing you know, I’ll be talking about serums and toners.”

“Exactly!” She grins, grabbing her toner and patting it onto his cheeks. “See? You’re practically a pro now.”

“And next up, let’s go in with a little blush for that… you know, healthy glow.” He reaches out as if he’s doing her blush, guiding her hand to the brush with exaggerated care.

“Oh, is that what it’s for?” she asks, smirking at his confident tone. “Yep. And you can trust me,” he grins, tapping her nose. “I’m totally a pro.”

Finally, she pulls out her lip gloss, about to apply it when Nicholas takes it from her. “I got this,” he insists. “You have to be very precise…”

Leaning in to apply it on her. Carefully, he sweeps the gloss across her lips, then steps back to admire his work. But instead of handing the gloss back, he leans in, planting a kiss on her freshly applied gloss, leaving a smudge.

She laughs, looking at her messy lips in the mirror. “You did my lips just to mess up!”

Nicholas chuckles, giving her a wink. “Can’t say i’m sorry!” With one last playful grin, he leaves the frame, and she shakes her head, laughing, as she reaches for her gloss again.

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summary, bitchy!pogue!reader gets jealous when she overhears a group of girls talking about JJ.

The party was in full swing, the thumping bass of the music shaking the ground beneath their feet, as crowds of Kooks and Pogues mixed uneasily in the haze of alcohol and smoke. She stood at the edge of the group, arms crossed, eyeing the scene with a sharp gaze. It wasn’t her first time at a party, and it sure wouldn’t be her last. She had learned to tolerate the entitled attitudes, but tonight, something felt off.

As she sipped her drink, she overheard a group of girls gathered near the fire pit. Their giggles grated on her nerves, but it wasn’t until she caught their words that her blood started to boil.

“Ugh, the Pogues are so desperate for attention,” one girl sneered, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Like, do they not get it? They don’t belong here.”

“Yeah, it’s embarrassing,” another added with a smirk. “Except for JJ. He’s hot. He’s the only one who isn’t, like, totally pathetic. I might try and get at him”

Her temper flared, and before she knew it, she was heading straight toward them. She wasn’t going to let this one slide.

“You really think you’re something, don’t you?” she snapped, crossing her arms and stepping right into the middle of their conversation. The girls blinked, surprised, but none of them said anything right away. “You stand here running your mouth, acting like you’re better than everyone. Let me guess—you’ve got daddy’s money and mommy’s approval, so you think that makes you relevant?”

The first girl scoffed, trying to regain her composure. “What’s your problem? We’re just talking. Try minding your business, pogue.”

“No, you’re talking shit,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “And you don’t even realize how ridiculous you sound. You’re so obsessed with trying to tear people down, but here’s the reality—you’re boring. All you’ve got going for you is your bank account and your fake tan.”

The second girl, clearly rattled, opened her mouth to speak, but she cut her off. “Do you even have your own personality, or are you just hoping someone will validate your existence for five minutes?”

The third girl, the one who had been talking about JJ, tried to step in. The girl scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, please. Are you his bodyguard or something?”

She interrupts the girl, her voice icy. “You think calling him ‘hot’ gives you a free pass to disrespect the rest of us? Newsflash: it doesn’t. So next time you feel the need to gossip, try doing it somewhere else. Preferably far, far away.”

Before things could escalate further, Kelce stepped into the circle, his expression hardening as he looked between her and the Kooks. “What the hell’s going on?” he barked, eyeing her with disgust.

“They were talking shit,” she said, her tone defiant. “I was just setting them straight.”

Kelce rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “You wanna start problems? Maybe you should just leave.”

When she didn’t back down, Kelce took a step toward her, his hand roughly pushing her back. “Get out of here, before you embarrass yourself more.”

She was ready to call him off, anger bubbling to the surface, but before she could, a hand grabbed Rafe’s shoulder, yanking him backward.

“Don’t touch her,” JJ growled, stepping between them, his eyes dark with fury. He pushed Kelce back with a force that sent a clear message. “If you ever put your hands on her again, you’re dead.”

The tension in the air thickened as the crowd around them quieted, eyes widening at the confrontation. He glared at JJ, but something in JJ’s expression—unshakable, deadly serious—made him back off. “Whatever, man. Just leave if you’re gonna start something”

JJ turned to Reader, his hand gently grabbing her arm as he pulled her away from the gathering crowd. They weaved through the party, away from the drama, until they found a quiet spot near the side of the house.

“What the hell happened back there?” JJ asked, his tone soft but edged with concern.

She crossed her arms, still seething. “Those girls we’re saying crap about you. I wasn’t gonna let them get away with it.”

JJ’s lips quirked up into a smirk, that familiar cocky glint in his eyes. “You really care about me, huh?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

She shot him a glare, though the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her. “Shut up, JJ.”

But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes scanning her face, that playful glint never leaving his gaze. “I mean, you were about to start a fight over me,” he teased. “I didn’t know you were the jealous type.”

“I’m not jealous,” she snapped back, though even she didn’t believe it. She crossed her arms defensively, her eyes darting away from his. “They were just talking shit. That’s all.”

JJ tilted his head, his smirk softening into something more genuine as he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he said quietly. “But thanks, you know… for having my back.”

For a moment, they stood there in the quiet, the sounds of the party muffled in the background. JJ’s hand lingered near her cheek, his touch warm and steady. And despite herself, she felt the tension drain out of her.

“I wasn’t fighting for you,” she muttered, looking away again.

JJ chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yeah, sure, whatever you say.”

But in that moment, with the way he was looking at her, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—there was something more to this whole thing than she was willing to admit.

Something more than just something.

[jaylalolz]

ermmm…??

[jaylalolz]

❛ 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

SUMMARY, ❝ say you’re all mine , touch me under street lights ❞ all she does is sit pretty on his famous leather seats.

A/N, love writing stuff based on songs!! request a song for me to write in my inbox

WARNINGS, none

The road stretched endlessly ahead of them, illuminated only by the flicker of passing streetlights and the glow of the dashboard. Nicholas had one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on her thigh. His fingers curled, gentle yet firm, tracing soft patterns against her bare skin. The car roared beneath them, the engine purring in harmony with the wild energy in the air.

She leaned back in the passenger seat, head tilted towards the open window, feeling the rush of wind through her hair. It tangled in the breeze, flying like threads of silk as she let out a carefree laugh, closing her eyes and soaking in the freedom of it all. The night was alive -wild, reckless, and entirely theirs.

Nicholas glanced over, his jaw tight, eyes dark with desire as he watched her lose herself in the moment. "You're something else, you know that?" His voice was low, rumbling over the sound of the tires skimming the asphalt. He gave her thigh a light squeeze, making her heart race even faster than the car they were speeding down the road in.

Her lips curled into a teasing smile as she turned back to him, eyes dancing with excitement. "Am I now?" She lifted a brow, her head dipping just enough to catch his gaze fully.

"Yeah," he replied, voice rough with emotion she couldn't quite name.

"Come here."

She blinked, heart stuttering for a beat, then let out a soft laugh. "What?"

His hand on her thigh moved, sliding upwards, coaxing her. "Sit on my lap. Come on."

The request sent a thrill through her. It was so dangerous, so impossible. But Nicholas—he wasn't the type to ask twice. Without hesitation, she unbuckled her seatbelt and shifted in her seat, glancing around the road, almost expecting someone to see. But it was just them, the night, and the open road. She climbed over, carefully maneuvering her way onto his lap, legs draped over his, her back pressed against his chest. She could feel the hard line of his body, the heat of him beneath her.

He laughed, the sound deep and approving. "Good girl."

His arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her as he kept his other hand on the wheel. The car barely wavered, as if this kind of recklessness was second nature to him. The wind whipped against their faces, but she didn't care. It was wild, exhilarating, every nerve in her body alive with the danger and the thrill of it all.

Her hands instinctively clung to his shoulders, and she leaned back, resting against him fully now. The heat between them was undeniable. She could feel his breath on her neck, his lips grazing her ear. "Kiss me," he murmured, the command clear and burning in her chest.

She turned her head, her lips finding his in an instant. The kiss was feverish, intense, like neither of them could get close enough, deep enough. The taste of him made her feel dizzy, lost in the rush of sensation. His hand left the wheel for a moment, cupping her face, pulling her even deeper into the kiss. It felt as though the world had stopped around them, the car forgotten, the speed irrelevant. It was just the two of them, caught up in a moment that was both dangerous and beautiful.

The car swerved slightly, pulling them back into the present, but neither of them broke apart. His hand returned to the wheel, fingers gripping tightly as they continued racing down the road, lost in each other.

She pulled away for just a moment, breathing hard, a wicked grin on her lips. "You're insane, you know that?"

He smirked, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "You love it."

And she did.

[jaylalolz]

hi! can i request more jealous/possessive nicholas? perhaps with some making up?🥹

ty!!!

❛ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

SUMMARY, Nicholas and his girlfriend get into a heated argument after he ignores her all night while out with friends, leading her to turn off her location and go out.

A/N, thanks for requesting!! hope u like it

WARNINGS, none

Nicholas knew he had messed up the second he walked through the door. His phone had been blowing up with unread messages, but he had ignored them—too caught up in the chaos of the night with his friends. She was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him like she had been waiting for this confrontation all night.

“You couldn’t send one text?” she snapped as soon as he stepped inside, her voice sharp. “Not one?”

Nicholas sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I told you I was going out with the guys. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is you disappeared! You didn’t answer my calls, didn’t respond to any of my texts. Do you know how that looks? Like you couldn’t care less.” Her eyes flashed with anger, and Nicholas could feel his own frustration rising.

“I was just out having a good time. Why are you blowing this up into something bigger than it is?”

“Because you don’t get it!” She stood up, her voice getting louder. “You always do this. You vanish with your friends and act like I don’t exist for the whole night. It’s like I’m not even on your radar when you’re with them.”

Nicholas clenched his fists, feeling cornered. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I just… didn’t think it was that big of a deal to be off my phone for a few hours.”

“A few hours? Nicholas, it was the entire night! I was worried about you!”

She turned away, grabbing her bag and phone from the counter. Nicholas could see her fingers tapping at her screen, and his stomach twisted when he realized what she was doing.

“Seriously?” he asked, watching as she turned off her location. “You’re pulling this again?”

“If you can’t bother to text me back, then you don’t get to know where I am,” she said coolly, her eyes daring him to say something. Without another word, she stormed out of the apartment, leaving him standing there, frustrated and angry.

Hours passed, and Nicholas was left stewing, replaying the argument over and over. She had every right to be pissed, but the way she just shut him out like that, like he didn’t matter… it made his blood boil. He picked up his phone to check if she’d cooled off yet, but instead, he saw it—a new Instagram story.

She was at the club. Smiling. Laughing. And there, standing next to her, was some guy.

Nicholas’s heart pounded in his chest as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He knew where she was. He wasn’t about to sit there while some random guy made her laugh like nothing had happened.

When he got to the club, it didn’t take long to spot her. She was leaning against the bar, talking to the same guy from her story. Nicholas’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. She was doing this on purpose. She knew he’d see it, knew it would set him off.

Without a second thought, Nicholas pushed through the crowd, his eyes locked on her. He reached her in a few quick strides, his hand gripping her arm, pulling her away from the guy before either of them knew what was happening.

“Nick, what the hell?” she protested, but he didn’t stop. He dragged her through the crowd, ignoring her complaints until they were outside in the humid night air. He didn’t let go until they reached his car, opening the passenger door with more force than necessary.

“Get in,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She hesitated, eyes flashing with defiance, but she got into the car, slamming the door behind her. Nicholas got in on the driver’s side, gripping the steering wheel to calm the storm inside him before turning to face her.

“You think that was funny?” he growled, his voice barely controlled. “Turning off your location and posting that story, letting me see you with him?”

She glared at him, her arms crossed. “Maybe now you know how it feels when you disappear on me for a whole night.”

“That’s what this is about? Payback?” His voice rose, his anger spilling over. “I was out with my friends, but you—what? You run off to the club, posting stories, talking to random guys just to piss me off?”

“I wasn’t trying to piss you off, Nicholas,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “But maybe I wanted you to notice. Maybe I wanted you to feel what I felt when you ignored me all night.”

“Well, congratulations. You got my attention,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes dark with frustration. “I don’t like seeing you with other guys.”

“Maybe if you actually paid attention to me, I wouldn’t have to find someone else to talk to.”

Nicholas’s temper flared, and without thinking, he reached out, pulling her closer, his grip firm but not rough. “You don’t need anyone else,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “I don’t want you talking to anyone but me.”

Her breath hitched, their faces inches apart now, the tension between them thick and charged. She tried to stay angry, but there was something about the way he was looking at her, the raw intensity in his eyes, that made her pulse quicken.

“You don’t get to ignore me and then act like you own me,” she said, her voice faltering slightly, though the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed.

“I do own you,” Nicholas growled, his hand still gripping her waist. “You’re mine.”

For a moment, the air between them was heavy with everything they hadn’t said. The anger, the frustration, the possessiveness—it all tangled together in the space between their heated breaths.

She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, Nicholas’s lips crashed against hers, silencing whatever protest was about to leave her mouth. She resisted for half a second, but then she gave in, kissing him back with the same intensity, the same fire.

The kiss was rough, desperate, fueled by all the emotions they had been keeping bottled up. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, they were both breathing hard, the anger between them replaced by something rawer, something deeper.

“I hate it when you shut me out,” Nicholas murmured, his voice softer now, though still laced with possessiveness. “I hate it when you go to someone else.”

“I only do it because I’m scared you don’t care,” she whispered, her fingers brushing his jaw, softer than before.

“I care,” he said firmly. “More than you know.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the tension easing as they held each other. Eventually, she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” she admitted softly.

Nicholas pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. “Good. Because you’re mine.”

They stayed like that for a while, their earlier argument forgotten, replaced by the certainty that, no matter how much they fought, they always found their way back to each other.

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .ᐟ.ᐟ

» READERS,, bitchy!pogue!reader

» CELEBS,, nicholas chavez

» OUTERBANKS,, jj maybank

[jaylalolz]

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐙,,

── ✦ MINI SERIES,,

» your mine

» get him back

── ✦ SHORT PROMPTS,,

» sugar daddy

» singer x actor

── ✦ OTHERS,,

» the club

» rockstar

» honeymoon

» mr. ghostface

» motorcycle incident

» my princess

» on fire for you

» afterthought

» the one

» diet pepsi

» the heart wants what it wants

» don’t get us caught

» i love you

» teachers pet

» the bar

» dirty little secret

» crossed lines

── ✦ DISCLAIMERS,,

i will not write anything that has to do with the show, “monsters”. nor will i write nicholas as lyle. hope you guys can understand <3

inbox ; open

[jaylalolz]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒,,

Please remember that I am a real person with a life outside of social media and may not be able to do your request in a short amount of time. I make the decision about which requests to do. If the idea appeals to me and it inspires me, I'll do it with pleasure. I can't read your thoughts, so please make sure your request isn't too long and that you're writing in extensive detail. Do not hurry me or spam my inbox, please.

I'm generally willing to write anything, but if your request causes me to be uncomfortable, I will not write.

Kindly be considerate to both me and other people. Saying offensive stuff will result in your blocking. If my writing offends you, just scroll down and ignore it.

[jaylalolz]

INTRODUCING . . . BITCHY!POGUE!READER

bitchy!pogue!reader who uses sharp, cutting humor as a defense mechanism and always has a snarky comeback ready. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything and often says exactly what she thinks, regardless of how it might hurt others. She hates relying on anyone and prides herself on doing things on her own terms.

bitchy!pogue!reader despite her rough edges, she’s fiercely protective of her fellow Pogues— especially JJ and would fight for them without question. While she’s tough around others, in private moments with JJ, she lets down her guard. She’ll confide in him about her insecurities or struggles, but only when they’re alone, trusting him with the parts of herself she hides from the world.

bitchy!pogue!reader while she prides herself on being independent, she has moments where she craves his affection and closeness. She might roll her eyes and act like she doesn’t care, but deep down, she enjoys when he’s by her side. She doesn’t let JJ get away with his usual recklessness without calling him out. If he’s being impulsive or making dangerous decisions, she’ll challenge him, often resulting in heated arguments. But it’s because she cares about his well-being.

bitchy!pogue!reader whose wardrobe would reflect that Maddy Perez vibe. She’d always be dressed to make a statement, even in the laid-back Outer Banks atmosphere. Thick crop tops, high-waisted pants, and fitted dresses in dark, moody tones like black, deep brown, and dark reds. Her French square nails would be impeccably done, always polished, a signature part of her look. The dark eyeliner and black waterline she rocks would add intensity to her overall appearance, making her eyes stand out in a way that JJ can’t resist. She owns her look, unafraid to stand out in the Pogue crowd with her fierce and unapologetic style.

bitchy!pogue!reader gets jealous when she overhears a group of girls talking about JJ.

» inspiration by @rafecameroninterlude 🤍

[jaylalolz]

can u pleasee my a nicholas scenario inspo by “dirty little secret” by nessa barrett

❛ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

SUMMARY, she only likes his attention when she’s bored

A/N, loveee writing stuff based on songs. i hope u enjoy !!

WARNINGS, none ??

The air was heavy with anticipation, the kind that made the room feel smaller, the walls closing in. Her phone buzzed against the wooden nightstand, its light flickering in the dim glow of her lamp. She knew who it was before she even glanced at the screen.

Nicholas. Again.

It was always the same. Late nights, cryptic messages, and that pull-the kind that had nothing to do with feelings but everything to do with what they did together. The thrill of sneaking around, knowing no one else could ever know.

She sighed, a slow exhale of breath, and read the text.

"Meet me. You know where."

She knew this wasn't right. Not for him, at least. She could see it in his eyes every time they met, every time they ended up pressed against each other, stolen kisses in the dark. Nicholas liked her. Truly liked her, in the way that made her stomach twist with guilt she refused to acknowledge. But that wasn't how she felt.

She liked the rush. The secrecy. The way his hands felt against her skin, the fleeting connection of being someone's secret. But Nicholas himself? He was just... there. A player in a game she knew she shouldn't be playing.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped out the door, careful not to make a sound.

The hallway was quiet, the world outside even quieter. The cool air hit her as she made her way through the empty streets, her thoughts swimming with the same old questions.

Why was she doing this?

It wasn't him, it was what they did together. It was the way they kissed like the world might find them at any moment, how she could feel his pulse quicken when their lips met. She liked the feeling of control it gave her-the way she could twist his emotions, knowing he was falling for her, but she'd never fall for him.

The alley behind the club was empty when she arrived. She leaned against the wall, the brick rough against her back, and checked her phone. A few minutes passed before she heard footsteps. Nicholas. He moved with a certain hesitation, like he knew, deep down, this wasn't going to end the way he wanted.

"Hey," he breathed when he reached her, pulling her in close like he always did. There was warmth in his touch, a softness in the way he kissed her that made her want to pull away. Because she didn't want soft. She wanted reckless, wild, everything this was, but nothing more.

"Hey," she whispered, not meeting his eyes. She didn't need to. They'd done this enough times that it didn't require conversation anymore.

His hands were already at her waist, pulling her closer, and she let him. Let herself get lost in the sensation, the thrill of being here, of knowing that when this was over, she could walk away, and he'd still be waiting. Waiting for a version of her that didn't exist.

"You ever think.." His voice was quiet, hesitant. "That maybe we don't have to hide? We could-"

"No," she cut him off, shaking her head.

"It's better this way. Just... this."

Nicholas pulled back slightly, searching her face for something she wasn't willing to give. His eyes were filled with questions she didn't want to answer, emotions she couldn't return. "I like you. More than this. Don't you... feel anything?"

She hesitated. The guilt was there again, lurking beneath the surface. But she swallowed it down, forcing a smile.

"I like what we do, Nicholas. But that's it."

His face fell, and for a second, she almost felt sorry. Almost. But then his lips were on hers again, desperate, like he was trying to prove something, and she let him, because that's what this was. A secret. A moment. Nothing more.

And he knew it, even if he didn't want to admit it.

As they pulled apart, breathless, she leaned in close, her voice barely a whisper. "You're my dirty little secret, Nicholas. That's all you'll ever be."

The words stung-she could see it in his eyes-but he didn't stop. He never stopped. And that's why she kept coming back.

Not because she wanted him. But because she liked the danger. The thrill. The way it made her feel alive, even if it left him broken.

[jaylalolz]

⌗ ┆𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 . . . nicholas chavez

★┊[ fem!reader x nicholas.c ] .ᐟ

SUMMARY, after spotting a stranger staring at her across the club, things swiftly escalated when he brought her in for a dance.

A/N, i lwk hate this but it’s wtv😔 didn’t proof read so lmk if there’s any mistakes AND ik it’s long i’m srry💔

WARNINGS, smuttyyyy

The music in the bar throbbed with a steady pulse, the bass vibrating through the floor. Bodies moved rhythmically under dim neon lights, and the scent of alcohol mixed with the sharp tang of spilled beer. She sat alone at the edge of the bar, fingers tracing the rim of her half-empty glass, feeling a little abandoned. Her friend, who had been so excited for a girls’ night out, had ditched her to hit the dance floor the moment her favorite song came on. Typical.

Her gaze drifted over the crowd, idly watching as people swayed and laughed. She sighed, the sense of isolation creeping in as the noise of the bar seemed to amplify her loneliness. Just as she was about to check her phone for a distraction, she felt a prickling sensation, the kind that told her someone was staring at her.

She looked up, scanning the room, and her eyes locked with his.

He was leaning casually against the far wall, partly obscured by shadows. His features were sharp, confident, framed by messy dark hair that suited him far too well. The man was tall, his broad shoulders relaxed in a leather jacket that looked worn in all the right places. His eyes, though, were what held her captive. Intense, unwavering, like he was studying her. She shifted in her seat, feeling an unexpected warmth rise in her cheeks. Why wasn’t he looking away?

She considered breaking the eye contact, but something kept her gaze locked on his. There was something magnetic about the way he watched her. Not in a creepy, predatory way, but with an intensity that made her feel like the only person in the room.

The bartender interrupted her thoughts, sliding a fresh drink in front of her with a practiced ease.

“I didn’t order this,” she said, puzzled.

The bartender leaned in slightly, his voice low enough to be heard over the music. “The guy in the corner paid for it,” he said, gesturing subtly in the direction of the mysterious stranger.

Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced back toward him, and sure enough, the guy was still looking at her. He lifted his drink slightly, a silent toast in her direction, before taking a slow sip. She hesitated for a moment, unsure what to make of it all, but she wasn’t the type to shy away from something that intrigued her.

“Thanks,” she muttered to the bartender, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a cautious sip. It was good. Better than what she’d been drinking before. She stood up, smoothing her dress and trying to calm the flutter of nerves that had sprung to life in her stomach.

She walked across the room toward him, weaving through the throngs of people until she stood just a few feet away. Up close, he was even more striking, his chiseled features more defined in the low light. He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks for the drink,” she said, tilting her glass toward him. “But you didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, his voice deep and smooth. “I wanted to. You looked like you could use something better than whatever it was you were drinking.” She laughed softly, relaxing a little. “Was it that obvious?”

He smirked, his gaze never leaving hers. “Just a guess. I also figured you could use some company. Your friend seems… occupied.”

She glanced over at the dance floor where her friend was still lost in the music, completely unaware of the world outside her rhythm. “Yeah, she does that.”

He extended a hand toward an empty chair beside him. “Mind if I join you for a bit?”

She hesitated for only a second before sitting down, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease as they fell into a comfortable conversation. His presence was easy, his humor dry but charming, and before long, she found herself forgetting she had ever felt alone at all.

As they talked, she found herself losing track of time, drawn into the smooth flow of his words and the way his voice rumbled low in his chest. He was sharp, witty, but not in a showy way—more like he spoke with quiet confidence, leaving space for her to fill the conversation. Every now and then, his gaze would flicker down to her lips before meeting her eyes again, and it sent a little thrill through her that she couldn’t quite explain.

At some point, there was a pause in the conversation. He looked at her for a moment, his expression softening.

“You know,” he began, his voice low and sincere, “you’ve got this way about you. It’s hard to put into words, but… you stand out. Even in a place like this.”

Her breath hitched a little at the compliment, unexpected in its simplicity yet so direct. She wasn’t used to being noticed in that way, especially in a crowded bar. “Is that your way of saying I look out of place?” she teased, though her voice was quieter than she intended.

He shook his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Not at all. I mean… yeah, you’re different. But in a good way.” His eyes flickered over her, not in a way that felt disrespectful, but appreciative. “You look incredible, and the way you carry yourself… it’s hard not to notice.”

Heat crept into her cheeks again, and she quickly looked down at her drink, swirling it around to avoid holding his gaze too long. “You’re smooth, you know that?” she said, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“I try,” he replied with a laugh, leaning back a little, his confidence as effortless as ever. “But only when the moment calls for it.”

Before she could think of a reply, he stood up, offering his hand to her. His eyes met hers, playful yet serious all at once. “What do you say we ditch sitting here for a bit? I’ve been wanting to ask you to dance since I saw you across the room.”

She hesitated for a split second, glancing at the crowded dance floor where her friend was still somewhere in the mix of people. Then, she looked back at him, the way he stood there with his hand extended, waiting patiently, his smile just a little crooked but completely genuine.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” she admitted, though the idea of being close to him made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with her lack of dancing skills.

He shrugged, his smile widening. “I’ll take my chances. Besides, it’s not about being a great dancer—it’s just about having fun.”

The words were enough to make her decision. She slipped her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his touch, and let him lead her toward the dance floor.

The music grew louder as they moved onto the dance floor, the bass pulsing through the crowd. Bodies swayed in sync with the rhythm, and the neon lights cast a soft glow over everything, creating a sense of intimacy despite the chaotic energy of the bar.

He turned to face her, his hand still holding hers, and with a small, easy smile, he pulled her gently into the beat.

At first, their movements were cautious, testing the waters of the moment. She could feel the warmth of his body close to hers as they danced, their steps naturally syncing with the slow, sensual rhythm of the music.

Then, with a confidence that made her stomach flip, he slipped his hands to her waist, his touch firm but not too much.

His fingertips pressed gently against her hips, guiding her movements in time with the beat. She felt the heat of him through her dress, the steady pressure of his hands making it impossible to ignore the way their bodies were starting to move together.

She inhaled sharply, her breath catching as she glanced up at him. His eyes were on hers, dark and focused, but there was a softness there, a silent communication that made the crowded room feel like it was just the two of them.

His grip tightened slightly as their bodies moved closer. Her hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, steadying herself as they fell deeper into the rhythm. Their bodies pressed together, the space between them disappearing with each beat of the music. He was taller, broader, and as they swayed, she could feel the heat radiating off him, making her heart race.

The closeness felt dangerous in the best way possible—intoxicating, the same way the lights and the liquor had blurred her senses. She let him pull her in tighter, her body fitting against his like it was inevitable.

The song built, the beat dropping harder, and they moved together, the space between them disappearing. His touch was enough, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned in, whispering something she couldn’t make out over the music. It didn’t matter. She just let herself sink into the moment, her mind too fuzzy to question it.

Her heart was racing now, faster than the music, faster than the flashing lights around them. She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of him—a sharp jawline, dark eyes that glinted in the low light, lips parted as though he was about to say something else, but he didn’t. He just moved with her, like he had been waiting all night for this moment too.

The room around them felt like it was disappearing, the other dancers fading into the background, the colors swirling around them like they were in their own world. Everything was heightened—the heat of his body, the slick sheen of sweat on her skin, the heavy pulse of the music vibrating through them both.

She tilted her head slightly, catching his gaze again, and the intensity there made her breath hitch. He leaned down, just a little, so his lips were close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

"You're a better dancer than you think" he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music but still sending a shiver down her spine.

She smiled, biting her bottom lip as her fingers unconsciously curled into the fabric of his jacket. "Maybe I just needed the right partner."

He leaned down, his breath warm and sweet with liquor, barely brushing her ear as he spoke over the music. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low, cutting through the noise like it was meant only for her.

Her pulse quickened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head up slightly, letting the question hang between them as she studied him—his sharp features softened by the dim, swirling lights, the shadow of a five o’clock stubble catching the glow of the neon. There was a pull there, something magnetic, reckless.

“To the bathroom,” he added, his voice just above a whisper now, as though the words were something illicit, dangerous. His fingers brushed against hers as he said it, not pushing, just offering.

The suggestion was bold, maybe too bold, but it was like the music, the lights, and the drinks had made the room feel less real. Everything was slowed down but intense, like the rest of the world didn’t matter, like there were no consequences.

Her eyes flicked to the back of the club, where the hallway to the bathrooms stretched in dim, shadowy light. A rush of heat surged through her chest. She was buzzed, lightheaded from the alcohol, and she could still feel the lingering heat from where his hands had been, the press of his body on hers. Part of her knew what this was, the kind of night it could become. The other part of her… didn’t care. Not right now.

She raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, teasing the space between them. “Why?” she asked, her voice smooth but playful, challenging him.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and for a second, there was something dark and electric in the way he smiled. “Because you want to,” he said simply, his fingers sliding over her wrist, thumb tracing her pulse.

The world felt hazy, but his words rang clear, cutting through the fog of music and alcohol. He was right. She could feel it in the way her skin buzzed, in the wild, impulsive energy that had been building all night.

The bass dropped again, the lights flickering in rhythm, casting them both in a wash of blue and red. She looked over at the hallway, then back at him. Her heart pounded, the music matching its beat.

He didn’t wait for her to respond, not with words anyway. His hand slid down from her wrist, fingers curling lightly around hers, and he tugged her toward the back of the club. It wasn’t forceful—just enough to make her follow, the thrill of it buzzing through her veins as they wove through the crowd. People were everywhere—sweaty, laughing, lost in the music—but they moved around them like ghosts, fading into the background.

The hallway stretched out in front of them, narrow and dimly lit. The bass from the club still pounded through the walls, muffled but insistent, like it was never going to let her go. The door to the bathroom was ahead, half-open, flickering neon lights spilling out from under the frame.

When they reached the door, he pushed it open and stepped aside to let her in first. She hesitated for a split second, her breath catching in her throat, but something about the way he stood there, waiting, watching her with those dark eyes—it pulled her in.

The moment she stepped inside, the world changed. The lights overhead were a deep, glowing red, casting everything in a heavy, almost suffocating warmth. It felt like walking into another dimension, the kind where reality was left behind, and only this moment, this feeling, mattered. The air smelled faintly of something sweet and metallic, the scent mixing with the distant echoes of music from the club.

The first thing she noticed was the mirror—massive, dominating the center of the room. It stretched from one side of the wall to the other, reflecting the blood-red lights in strange, almost surreal angles. In front of the mirror, a long, sleek sink stretched out, polished and pristine, the dark surface reflecting the glowing lights above.

He stepped in behind her, closing the door softly with a click that seemed too loud for the heavy silence of the room. She caught his reflection in the mirror, his eyes locked on her as he moved closer, his body heat seeping into her skin as he came up behind her again. The red light turned his face into something dangerous, casting shadows under his jaw, across his sharp cheekbones.

Her hands found the edge of the sink, fingers curling around it, steadying herself as her reflection stared back at her, bathed in red. The lights made her skin glow in a way that felt almost unreal, and in the reflection, she could see him too, standing just behind her, watching her through the mirror like a predator sizing up its prey.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, the space between them shrinking until there was none left. His fingers brushed her waist, slow and deliberate, like he was still waiting for her to make the next move. For a moment, the world narrowed down to the feeling of his touch, the throb of the music still pounding faintly through the walls, the glow of the red light bathing them both.

In the mirror, his eyes met hers, dark and intense, filled with a challenge. Neither of them spoke, but the air between them was thick, heavy with the things they weren’t saying. She could feel her pulse in her throat, the tension wrapping around her chest like a coil.

He leaned in even closer, his lips barely grazing her ear as he whispered, “Would you let me do whatever I wanted to you?”

The question lingered in the thick, crimson haze of the room, daring her to answer, to make the next move in a game neither of them wanted to stop playing.

“Yes” she let out.

He caresses her breasts as he runs his hand up her body through her clothes. She could feel a deeply knotted tension finally dissolve just from the contact.

He gave her lower lip a quick swipe with his thumb before forcefully putting two fingers in her mouth. "Suck," he commanded. She ran her tongue over him, taking in his middle and index fingers. Shutting her eyes, she imagined it was an another aspect of him that she would not object to have in her lips.

He plunged his fingers deeper into the back of her throat, suddenly. She lurched forward, saliva pooling in her mouth as she instantly and uncontrollably gagged at the intrusion. He pulled his fingers away so she could see the mess she'd made.

She let out a squeal and as he gave her a slap her ass. "Be quiet." She felt his hand touch her behind once more, but this time he rubbed and caressed it. He felt himself close his eyes for a moment, taking in her lovely, feminine groans. He enjoyed them. For later that night, he knew, those same moans would become screams.

He unzipped her dress carefully till it stopped at the hilt. He removed the sleeves and allowed the flowing fabric to fall to the ground. Then he undid the clasp on her black lace bra and pulled it off her sleek arms, letting it drop to the ground.

Her skin was smooth and immaculate, her curves soft and glistening in the warm light; she was the ideal blank canvas for what he had imagined. His touch sent shivers down her spine as he brushed along her panties. "Bend over and take them off - slowly." She wobbled her hands and hooked her thumbs along the lace fabric. She leaned in and exposed herself to him, exactly as he desired. With all the sensuality she possessed, she carefully pulled them down. As she was doing that, he began removing his belt and pants.

He took hold of her wrists, pinning them to her back. Then he thrusted from behind inside her. Her initial reaction was to lunge upward, but he prevented that from happening. He pinned her wrists to her back with one hand, then used the other to tug her hair, turning her head so she could face the mirror. He put all of his weight on her figure. He gripped her wrists tighter against her back as she moaned louder. She was unable to move or scream. She could just take it.

He was very aggressive. With strength and raw force, every thrust and stroke forced its way inside of her. She sensed waves of pleasure rising deeper and deeper within her as her walls were more tightly closed. Feeling her limbs start to shake, he continued to press her down with enough force to leave bruises.

That only made him apply more pressure to her fragile frame. He reached through her dark hair and tugged at her scalp. He continued at his unrelenting pace without pausing.

He sensed her body starting to weaken. Her respiration was shallow to nonexistent, and her legs were trembling. She banged her hands on the counter in front of the sink as he removed her wrists from her back. Then he slowed down, achingly pulling in and out of her.

"Beg me to fuck you harder." she was incoherent, recovering from her sustained lack of air. "Please... more..."

"Not good enough," he demanded

"Please fuck me harder- please."

At last, he approached her from a new angle and pressed his cock deep into her. With a loud gasp, she held onto the corners of the counter until her knuckles turned white. The thrust was so deep that it burned with a hint of sweet agony.

He repeatedly struck the same area till her face were covered in tears. "Scream louder, angel."

He didn't need to remind her twice as she completely let herself come undone. Her sweet cries of pleasuring and pleasure were mixed with hard thrusts.

"Come for me. Let go."

She lost all feeling and nerves in her body. Once more, he had bound her wrists to her back without flinching. They stayed there, deep and cruel to her broken body. She sobbed until she lost consciousness. She completely fell apart giving way to an overpowering wave of pleasure.

Syncing with her, he matched her movements and again pressed into her tight walls. Once they had shared an intense climax, his deep groans blended with her gentle cries as they both became conscious.

The silence in the bathroom, thick and pulsing with tension, was broken by a sudden, sharp knock on the door. It echoed through the small space, cutting through the haze of red light, the vibration of it jarring. For a second, they both froze, eyes meeting in the mirror, the moment suspended between them.

Another knock, louder this time, impatient. “Yo, hurry up in there!” a voice called from the other side, muffled but clear enough to bring the real world crashing back in.

He straightened up slightly, still close but no longer pressing into her, his fingers loosening their hold on her waist. The spell wasn’t completely broken, but the urgency from outside the door was creeping into the room. She blinked, her eyes shifting away from his reflection, the heat still lingering between them, but now laced with the reality.

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yall i fear that all the nicholas edits will slowly start to disappear when outer banks comes out 💔 rafe cameron is gonna take over 😔💔

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❛ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

COLLEGE STUDENT!reader x PROFESSOR!nicholas 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

SUMMARY, Mr. Chavez notices that his most intelligent student has been falling asleep and receiving poor grades in class. After class, he decides to check on her, which escalates to something else.

A/N, if you don’t feel comfortable reading this then don’t!! i didn’t proof read this so there might be some mistakes. if so, let me know!! have fun reading, angels.

WARNINGS, smuttyyy

Mr. Chavez adjusted his glasses, scanning the room as he wrapped up his lecture. His students, usually attentive, were scribbling furiously, hanging onto every word. Well, most of them were. One, in particular, sat slumped in the back row, her head resting against her arm, eyes half-closed. This wasn’t like her. She was his brightest student—sharp, focused, always the first to raise her hand, challenge ideas, and submit assignments that left him impressed. But lately, she’d been different. She’d started falling asleep in class, her energy waning, assignments either late or missing altogether.

As the class packed up and filtered out of the lecture hall, Nicholas kept his eye on her. When she made a move to leave, he cleared his throat, voice gentle but firm.

“can you stay for a moment? I need to talk to you.”

She froze in place, her hand still on her bag strap. She hesitated for a second before nodding and walking up to his desk. The other students trickled out, their chatter fading in the hallway, leaving an awkward silence behind.

Nicholas leaned against his desk, arms crossed. His expression softened as he looked at her, the concern clear in his eyes.

“I’m worried about you. You’ve been distracted, your work isn’t where it used to be, and your most recent work was very.. inappropriate. I know something is up and i’m here to talk about it. Whatever you say stays between us.”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and the urge to speak was overwhelming. But something inside her pulled back, a voice in her head telling her this wasn’t something she could say out loud. Not to him. Not to her professor.

“I—” she started, then shook her head, her words catching in her throat. “I can’t. It’s… complicated.”

Nicholas leaned forward slightly, his expression softening. “I understand that it might feel complicated, but I’m here to help. You’ve always been an outstanding student, and I can see something’s changed. You don’t have to carry this alone. Whatever’s distracting you, I want to help you work through it.”

She bit her lip, her mind racing. She couldn’t tell him. She wasn’t allowed to, not even by her own sense of self-control. But the sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, made it hard to keep it all bottled up. She looked at him for a long moment before sighing, dropping her head.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she whispered, almost more to herself than to him.

Nicholas gave her a reassuring look, his voice calm and steady. “Try me.”

She glanced around the empty classroom, the quiet space making it feel like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. She hesitated, then whispered, "What if it's something I shouldn't be feeling? Something I can't talk about?"

Nicholas’ brow furrowed slightly, sensing the weight behind her words. “whatever you’re feeling, whatever’s been distracting you—it’s okay. This is a safe space. It’s just between us. No one else needs to know, and I’m not here to judge you. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

She nodded, feeling both a sense of relief and a lingering uncertainty. She wasn’t sure what would come next, but for now, at least, the burden of silence had been lifted. She shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze, her fingers twisting together in her lap. She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself for something difficult. Finally, she lifted her eyes to meet his, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them.

“It’s you,” she said softly.

Nicholas blinked, thrown off by the unexpected response. “Me?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

She exhaled slowly, shaking her head slightly, as if struggling to find the right words. “I can’t focus because… you’re distracting me. I think about you all the time, and when I’m in class, I can’t pay attention. I try to keep up, but everything just… spirals. And you we’re in my head while i was writing the assignment.”

Her confession hung in the air between them, the weight of it settling in as Nicholas processed her words. He looked at her, his mind racing.

No. She's a student.

A professor and student should never have a romantic relationship. But Nicholas would have her hands chained and her ass marked with his belt if they were living in a lawless society. For the benefit of the two of them, this had to end. "I will be direct with you. I understand why some students enroll in my course. You are a youthful college student. We live in a confusing and evolving period. You're discovering who you are away from home. However, that does not imply that you would make up a filthy story about me.”

Nicholas's mind faltered. The level of tension in the room was increasing to a level that neither she nor he could handle. Something perplexing, thrilling, and erotic. At last, Nicholas said, "I'll give you an A," closing the discussion and putting her paper in a drawer.

"I... thank you, professor. I really appreciate it."

"Anything else?"

She remained silent, as Nicholas wanted. Before he lost all control, he had to get the student out of there.

However, she did respond at last. "Why do you study what you do?" It was a risky response from the professor. For this reason, he evaded the topic altogether. “It's getting late. I think you should leave."

"But -"

"Whatever you think you want from me, you don't get, Miss. I've never indulged with a student this much. Don’t tempt me.” It made her feel attracted to him. And it was something she despised. She was extremely frustrated because she hated herself for being so deeply attracted to the professor.

"Or what." bringing the two closer together as they stood on either sides of the desk. They were aware of one other's heated bodies and labored breaths. teasing. Her subsequent remarks served as the final spark. "You would never lay a hand on a student."

When her palms struck the hard surface of his desk, Nicholas pushed her onto it and allowed her to steady herself. He pushed Her down until she was only supported by her elbows, one hand on her back. She made a small arching of her back in an attempt to tease the professor in a desperate manner. "Professor, please..."

"quiet." She felt Nicholas's presence behind her, and her act was answered with a hard slap across her ass.

"Is this what you want?" With his voice hardly more than a whisper. She, on the other hand, made the decision without pausing. "Yes." Nicholas fisted a hold of her hair, very aggressively. Her lips were pursed to contain a cry that leaked out as a high-pitched whine.

"You will address me as 'sir'. If you don't, you will be punished”

"I understand, sir."

In one smooth motion, he unbuckled his belt, leaving her speechless with the sound of leather and metal. While she was thinking about how she was going to walk the following morning, Nicholas hastily covered himself with a condom that she had not seen him take out. "sir...professor, it's been a while - I don't think..."

The professor, really delighted by her response, gently clasped her jaw and ran his thumb over her lower lip. "Shhh... take it like a good girl."

She was so engrossed in his remarks and intense stare that she failed to notice Nicholas pulling her panties to the side and pushing up her dress. He wasted no more time in doing so. He had developed a painfully throbbing and stiffened cock.

The moment Nicholas felt her warm arousal covering his length, he pushed forward a little and groaned. She sensed the mouthwatering sound vibrating from his chest to hers.

With all of his remaining strength, Nicholas whispered in her ear, "Relax, baby, don't tense up," intending to spare the girl from a ruthless fuck.

When he finally gave her a full thrust, she flung back her head and let out a sound that was somewhere between a yell and a groan through parted lips. Nicholas was unable to hear her at all. He could only concentrate on the sensation of her walls pressing just the right amount of pressure against his cock.

Nicholas pulled away, then pushed forward once more, widening her entrance and losing himself in her presence. As Nicholas touched a portion of her that no man had ever touched before, she gasped. In response, she felt every muscle and bone in her body contract, like a bundle of hypervigorated nerves. "I'm not holding back." Nicholas warning was precisely what she wanted to hear.

Nicholas picked up speed, every move intentional and purposeful. With every stroke, she felt herself rise higher and higher, closer to an unfathomable release. She had never felt anything so erotically pleasant as the tension and sense that Nicholas was using her so forcefully. All she needed was one more edge. She was still engrossed in the rhythmic pleasure as Nicholas's fingers crept up on her neck.

As he pressed against her airways, Nicholas felt his cock pulse inside her, his release getting closer as he saw her fight to breathe. Her senses faltered as she focused on Nicholas's relentless thrusts and her own shallow, labored breathing. Her hand automatically reached out to remove the pressure on her neck, but Nicholas's grip tightened and she was forced closer to the edge.

He moaned, "Don't come," reaching even farther down and causing her to cry out, which was like music to Nicholas. “Tell me who you now belong to."

Nicholas used his other hand to cover her lips and stifle a scream as he simultaneously took his hand off her neck to yank her hair back and pushed deeply from a different angle. "Come on, baby. "I know you want to," Nicholas teased, opening her mouth to speak freely. "You're my little whore, tell me."

Her desperate gasps came her raspy voice. "I belong to you. I’m your little whore. please, please, fuck." He continued at his rapid speed, allowing her to collapse several times.

Her eyes were nearly full with tears, and she felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure all over her body. The sensation, noise, and visual of her amazing release was sufficient to set off Nicholas's own. He declared her his, and more than a student, with a last thrust and groan.

The two stopped, gasping for air, realizing what they had done was wrong. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and sensual ecstasy, and their heartbeats and respiration slowed. The professor and the student couldn't help but look at each other, witnessing their reflected feelings. Feelings they were unable to comprehend.

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SINGER!reader x ACTOR!nicholas 𝜗��� ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

SUMMARY, how nicholas and his singer girlfriend relationship would be like

A/N, haven’t posted in a while, sorrryyy

WARNINGS, none

Their bond is the kind that lights up social media, with fans constantly talking about their stylish red carpet appearances, where they always match effortlessly. She accompanies him on set, watching him bring characters to life, while he supports her as she writes love songs inspired by their romance. Their chemistry and public displays of affection make them the “it” couple, and Nicholas loves spoiling her with thoughtful gestures. Their relationship is a beautiful blend of passion, creativity, and mutual admiration, keeping them both in the spotlight.

When she won won Album of the Year, it was an emotional moment that left the audience captivated. As she stepped onto the stage to accept the award, tears welled up in her eyes. With her voice trembling, she thanked everyone who supported her journey, but when she spoke about Nicholas, her emotions overflowed. Through happy tears, she expressed how his unwavering love and belief in her had inspired much of the album. “This wouldn’t be possible without you,” she said, looking at him in the crowd. “You’re my biggest supporter, my muse, and I love you so much.” Her heartfelt words left Nicholas beaming with pride, their connection palpable as the crowd erupted in applause.

They love capturing memories in photo booths, filling their home with cute strips of them making silly faces or sharing sweet kisses. When they aren’t on the red carpet or at events, they’re out enjoying playful dates. They frequent arcades, challenging each other at classic games, and often go to pottery classes where they laugh at their attempts to create something meaningful. Paintball gun battles are a favorite, adding a competitive edge to their dates, and they never shy away from trying something new. Their relationship thrives on these shared moments of fun, spontaneity, and laughter.

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Hi I just wanted to ask why you’ve tagged some of your oneshots as “x reader” but they are your oc’s? It’s kinda threw me off as I wasn’t expecting to read as a character. If they are your oc’s I apologise but they were tagged differently. No hate by the way as I’m asking out of curiosity 💕

omg thanks for telling me you’re literally a life saver i had no idea i tagged them differently THANK U 💗 

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