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greengoblinswifey · 24 hours ago

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could you write about Nicholas catching you touching yourself while he’s away

Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

warnings— pure smut, dom!nicholas, fem!masturbation, spanking, fingering, sir kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, face fucking, choking, degradation kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff.

a/n— requests are open <3 more.

It had been a long, torturous week without Nicholas. You had grown used to his touch, his presence, and the magnetic pull that kept you grounded. But with his recent schedule packed with interviews, appearances, and rehearsals, your nights had been agonizingly quiet.

Nicholas always had an aura about him, the kind that made people turn their heads the moment he walked into a room. The tailored suits he wore for his interviews seemed to amplify the raw charisma he carried naturally. You couldn’t help but ache for him—his sharp features, his piercing brown eyes, the way his lips curved into a rare smile just for you. The few photos he had sent earlier that day didn’t help either. If anything, they made you crave him even more.

In one picture, his tie was undone, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, giving you a glimpse of the toned chest you knew so well. You’d stared at the photo far longer than you’d care to admit, your thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory. It wasn’t fair. He was out there charming the world, while you were stuck at home, counting the minutes until he returned.

Nicholas had rules. He always had rules. The biggest one? You were not to touch yourself when he wasn’t there. At first, you had thought it was just his way of teasing you, but over time, you realized he was serious. Painfully serious. Somehow, no matter what you did to cover your tracks, he always knew. And the punishment for disobedience? Let’s just say it left a lasting impression.

But tonight, the ache was unbearable. You had been a good girl all week, waiting patiently, counting down the days until you could have him again. Yet, the tension in your body had reached a boiling point. You tried distracting yourself, watching TV, scrolling through your phone, even cleaning the house. Nothing worked.

Finally, as the evening stretched on and the silence in the house became deafening, you found yourself in your shared bedroom. One of his shirts was folded neatly on the bed beside you, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the fabric. Your phone lay beside it, the photos he had sent still open on the screen. You hesitated for a moment, the internal battle raging. He wasn’t supposed to be home for hours, or at least that’s what you assumed. You could sneak in one moment of relief and clean up before he arrived. He’d never know.

You slid beneath the covers, your body already tingling with anticipation. Slowly, you let your fingers trail down your stomach, the soft fabric of your panties brushing against your fingertips. The frustration melted away as you began, your mind conjuring images of him, his strong hands, his rough voice murmuring against your ear.

You moaned softly, emboldened by the thought of being alone. Your hips arched slightly off the bed, chasing the release that had evaded you for so long as you rubbed your clit roughly. You were so lost in the moment, so consumed by the fantasy of him, that you didn’t hear the faint creak of the front door opening.

The low, commanding tone of Nicholas’ voice sent a shiver down your spine, and your breath hitched as your eyes snapped open. He stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, a mix of disappointment and something darker flickering in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” he repeated, his voice calm but firm, sending your heart into overdrive. He was still dressed in one of the suits from his interviews earlier that day, the fabric perfectly tailored to his tall, muscular frame. The loosened tie and the way his hair slightly fell over his forehead only added to his commanding presence.

“Nicholas,” you stammered, quickly pulling the blanket over yourself, though it did little to mask what he’d already caught you doing. The heat in your cheeks was undeniable, and you felt like you might combust under his unrelenting stare.

He raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind him. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked, his tone low but sharp enough to cut through your growing embarrassment.

You shook your head quickly, trying to explain yourself. “I didn’t know when you’d be home, and—“

“And you thought that gave you permission?” he interrupted, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts amused and dangerous. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate and slow, making your pulse race with every step.

“I—I didn’t think you’d know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, your hands gripping the blanket tightly.

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “You think I wouldn’t notice? Sweetheart, I know your body better than that.” He crouched down so his face was level with yours, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know your tells, your rhythms. Did you really think you could get away with this?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the intensity in his gaze rendered you speechless. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, the edge in his voice softening ever so slightly. “But you know the rules. I don’t make them for fun.”

You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I just, missed you,” you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s been so long, and—“

“And you didn’t trust me to make it worth the wait?” he interjected, standing back up to his full height. His muscular figure towered over you as he ran a hand through his hair, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he thought for a moment.

“I do trust you,” you said quickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I just, couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

He exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you know I can’t let this slide.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, the mixture of dread and anticipation making your pulse race.

He stood up, towering over you once more. “Get up,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for a moment before obeying, slipping out from under the covers and standing before him. The weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear as he looked you over, his expression unreadable.

“Good,” he said, nodding slightly, “finally being obedient for once.

Nicholas’ gaze was heavy on you, his piercing brown eyes filled with a dangerous mix of authority and something darker, something thrilling. Your heart pounded, the anticipation making your breath shallow as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. He loosened his tie further and rolled up his sleeves with an unnerving calmness, each deliberate movement adding to your nerves.

“Over my knee,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your instinct was to argue, to play the bratty role you knew he secretly loved. But now wasn’t the time. You could see it in his sharp gaze, the way his jaw was set. Pushing him further would only make things worse. Swallowing your pride, you moved hesitantly to his side and draped yourself over his lap, your bare skin prickling with vulnerability as the cool air was on your naked ass.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, though still laced with that edge of control. His hand came to rest on your ass, large and warm, and for a moment, you dared to hope that he might go easy on you. He rubbed slow circles over your brown skin, his touch soothing, almost gentle.

But that hope shattered as a sharp smack landed squarely on your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You yelped, more from surprise than pain, though the sting quickly followed, spreading heat across your skin.

Nicholas chuckled lowly at your reaction, his amusement evident. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easily?”

“N-No,�� you stammered, already feeling yourself crumble.

“Good,” he said, his tone dark and commanding again. “Now, count. If you miss even one, we start over. Understand?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“Yes, what?” His hand hovered, waiting.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected quickly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“That's better.”

The next smack came harder, the sting making you gasp. “One,” you counted, your voice trembling.

His hand came down again, and then again, each time with more force, each strike sending a sharp jolt through your body. “Two—three,” you managed, your voice faltering as the stinging heat built.

By the sixth, a small sob escaped your lips. The pain was sharp, but it was the overwhelming mix of sensations—pain, submission, and the low rumble of his voice that left you breathless.

“Aww,” he teased, rubbing a soothing hand over your bruised skin. “Already crying? And I’ve barely started.”

You whimpered, your fingers gripping the blanket beneath you. “I’ve learned my lesson sir,” you said between shaky breaths. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

He hummed, unconvinced. “Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” he said, his hand stilling on your skin. “I need to make sure.”

His hand slid between your cheeks, fingers brushing against your soaked pussy. The action drew a sharp gasp from you, your body instinctively arching into his touch.

“Now, tell me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Is this from earlier, or is this from me spanking you?”

You couldn’t answer. Words failed you, your mind too clouded by the mix of pain and pleasure. All that came out were incoherent sounds, your head dropping forward as you tried to catch your breath.

“Hmm,” he mocked, his fingers retreating. “Can’t even speak, can you? Pathetic.”

The spanking continued, each strike eliciting a fresh cry from your lips. You counted every single one, your voice cracking as you reached the higher numbers.

“Seventeen, eighteen…” Your sobs grew louder with each number, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he murmured, almost mocking. “Two more.”

When the twentieth strike finally landed, your entire body grew limp with relief, your muscles trembling. The fire in your skin was unbearable, and yet, you found yourself melting into his touch as he gently rubbed circles over your raw skin.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said softly, his tone almost affectionate now. “But you did well for me.”

Your voice wavered as you asked, “Am I okay now? Am I your good, obedient girl again?”

He chuckled darkly at your question, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”

Your breath hitched, anticipation and dread pooling in your stomach as you realized he wasn’t done with you.

Nicholas lifted you gently off his lap, though his grip on your waist remained firm, guiding you to lie back on the bed. Your legs trembled as they settled against the sheets. He stood over you, his broad frame imposing, and his blue eyes sharp with authority and amusement.

“You’re dripping,” he said, his voice low and mocking. His fingers grazed your pussy, sliding through the slick evidence of your arousal. “Look at you. I spank you, and this is how you respond? Pathetic.”

You bit your lip, shame and desire swirling in your chest. Your big brown eyes flicked up to meet his, pleading silently, though you didn’t dare speak without permission.

He smirked at your silence, slipping a single finger inside you without warning. Your breath hitched as he curled it expertly, hitting that spot that made your legs kick involuntarily.

“Nick” you gasped, your hands clutching the sheets as your body twisted under his touch.

“Stay still,” he snapped, his free hand pressing down on your lower stomach, holding you firmly in place. “You wanted to disobey me, so now you’ll take this.”

He added another finger, stretching you as his movements became merciless. The pace quickened, his fingers plunging and curling with precision, driving you to the edge. Your legs squirmed and your hips lifted despite his grip, desperate for relief.

“Please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I’m sorry! I need to—“

“Shut up,” he interrupted, his tone cold. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Bad girls don’t get what they want.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as the overstimulation built, your body quaking beneath him. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter, your release so close you could taste it.

But just as you were about to squirt all over him, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you trembling and aching.

“No!” you cried out, your hand darting to grab his wrist, pulling it toward you. “Please, sir!”

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his voice low and cruel. “No. This is your punishment. And bad girls get punished.”

You were practically in tears now, your body trembling with frustration and need. He straightened, brushing his damp fingers over your lips, smirking as you instinctively parted them, desperate for anything he’d give you.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, stepping back and fixing you with a sharp look.

Your body obeyed before your mind caught up, sliding off the bed to kneel before him. Your gaze flicked up to his, your lips trembling, waiting for his next move, hoping for any sign of mercy in his dark eyes.

Nicholas towered over you, his hand firm as he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The dominance in his touch sent a shiver down your spine. His grip tilted your head back slightly, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze.

“Unbuckle my pants,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Your hands trembled as they moved to his waistband, fingers fumbling slightly before you undid the buckle and zipper. His hard cock sprang free, the sight stealing the breath from your lungs. You swallowed nervously, opening your mouth to speak, but he didn’t give you the chance.

Without hesitation, he guided himself into your mouth, thrusting deeply. You barely had time to adjust, your hands instinctively gripping his thighs for balance as he moved with no concern for your comfort.

“Take it,” he growled, his other hand tightening in your hair, controlling your movements. “You wanted to be a bad girl, now prove you can be good for me.”

You fought the urge to gag, focusing on swirling your tongue around him as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. His pace was relentless, leaving you with little control, but you tried to meet his rhythm, desperate to please him.

“That’s it,” he said, his tone a mix of mockery and approval. “Look at you. So eager to behave now, aren’t you? You’re lucky I even let you do this after earlier.”

You hummed in response, the vibrations drawing a sharp moan from him. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips bucked forward, pressing deeper into your throat.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he continued, his voice low and rough. “But you’re good at this. My good girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded as best you could, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. Your throat burned, but you didn’t stop, letting him take what he wanted. His words sent heat pooling through you, your body responding despite your earlier punishment.

“Just like that,” he moaned, his pace faltering slightly as he neared his release. “You’re going to swallow every last drop, understand?”

You made a small noise of agreement, your hands gripping him tighter as he came in your mouth. The warm saltiness coated your tongue, and you forced yourself to swallow, blinking up at him through watery eyes.

“Good girl,” he said breathlessly, pulling back and releasing your hair. He brushed his thumb over your swollen lips, smirking down at you. “At least you’re good for something.”

For a brief moment, his hand cupped your cheek, his expression softening slightly.

“Maybe,” he added with a hint of amusement, “you’ll think twice before breaking my rules again.”

“Get on your back,” he ordered, his voice cold and sharp. “The only thing you’re good for is laying there and taking it. You seem to do that well enough.”

Your heart raced as you scrambled to obey, laying down and looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. His gaze raked over you, dark and unrelenting, making you feel completely exposed.

“Pathetic,” he sneered, his words slicing through you. “Do you even know how desperate you look right now? You’re so needy, it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’ll be good. Please, sir. I’ll do anything—just don’t make me wait anymore.”

He grabbed your thighs roughly, pulling you closer in one swift, forceful motion. “Anything?” he mocked, his hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look directly at him.

You nodded quickly, the words spilling out of you. “I will! I promise, I’ll be so good for you. I need you. Please, sir. Please.”

A dark chuckle escaped him as he positioned himself at your entrance, giving you no warning before slamming into you with a force that made your back arch and a shocked cry escape your lips. Your body jolted beneath him as he set a brutal pace, not giving you even a second to adjust.

“Quiet,” he demanded, his hand wrapping firmly around your throat. “Take it. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Letting me ruin you.”

“Yes!” you cried, your voice breathless and shaky. “Thank you, sir. Thank you—oh, God, it feels so good. You feel so good.”

His pace didn’t relent, each thrust leaving you more breathless than the last. “You think you deserve to feel good after what you did?” he growled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. “Beg me for it. Beg like the desperate little slut you are.”

Tears pricked your eyes as the words tumbled out. “Please, sir. I’m so sorry, I’ll never disobey you again. I’ll be good. I’ll be perfect. Please, I need to! I need to—”

“Not yet,” he hissed, his hand tightening slightly around your throat as your body writhed under him. “You don’t get to decide. You don’t deserve it.”

You sobbed his name, your body trembling and your voice breaking as you begged him over and over. “Please, sir. I’ll do anything. I’ll wait as long as you want, but I need it. Please—please let me—“

Finally, his grip loosened, and his lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Fine. You’ve earned it, barely.”

The release hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body shaking uncontrollably as you cried out, soaking both of you and the sheets below as he fucked you hard and rough.

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice barely audible. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.”

“Look at this mess,” he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. “All over me, all over the bed. And you’re thanking me for it?”

“You’re pathetic,” he muttered, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his voice. “My good girl. Even if you don’t deserve it.”

He didn’t stop. If anything, he went even harder, his thrusts rough and relentless as you cried out beneath him, gripping the sheets with trembling hands. “I can’t—” you screamed, your voice breaking as the overwhelming sensations wracked your body. “I can’t take it, please, sir, I can’t!”

“You can,” he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands pinned your hips in place as he slammed into you with a pace that made the bed creak beneath you. “And you will. You better take it and be a good girl for once.”

Your body shook uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face as you quivered under him. The intense pressure built again, unstoppable, and within moments you cried out his name, soaking the bed in another wave of release.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, pulling out abruptly. He wrapped his hand around his cock, his sharp breaths filling the room as he chased his own climax. A few moments later, he groaned low and deep, releasing onto your stomach in hot, messy streaks.

“That’s all you’re worth,” he sneered, his gaze fixed on you as you lay there breathless and trembling. “My cum on you. You don’t even deserve it inside you.”

Despite his words, you whispered shakily, “Thank you, sir.” Your voice was small, but the sincerity was unmistakable.

He collapsed onto the bed beside you, his harsh demeanor softening as he reached for you, pulling you close. His hand cradled your cheek, and his lips pressed against yours in a kiss that was tender. The change in his energy was undeniable, the fire of dominance giving way to warmth and affection.

As the kiss deepened, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips, and he mirrored it, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and genuine.

“I missed you more,” you replied, your fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. “M’ sorry for not obeying your rule. I promise, next time I’ll be good.”

His lips quirked into a faint smirk, his hand running gently down your back. “Good girl,” he said softly, his voice filled with approval.

You nestled closer, feeling his warmth against you as the room settled into a calm stillness. Whatever tension had existed before melted away in his embrace, leaving only the comfort of being together again.

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moomiewoomie · 3 days ago

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SPECIAL TALK — Nicholas Alexander Chavez — Charlie Mayhew

MINORS DNI SMUT! DUB CON! p in v sex, male receiving hand job, praise, gentle sex, affection, manipulative behaviour, size kink, power imbalance, cum shot, mention of religion, mention of cult. reader is suggested to be in her very late teens, 18-19 years old.

a naive girl loses her innocence to a corrupt priest

a/n: I hope this isn’t too rushed. It’s also my first smut ever ༊*·˚

You lived in a small town, grew up in a religious cult who was leaded by father Charlie Mayhew. father Charlie had ‘special talks’ with almost every woman in his cult, his men’s wives, daughters and nieces it was a must. you where newly eighteen which naturally meant your time to have said ‘special talk’. your mother had prepared you, you where to be shaved, washed and dressed in a white robe. It was time.

you walked down the churches hallway towards the special room, you where mentally preparing yourself for what was going to come. When you made it to the bedroom door you knock gently. “father?” You whisper gently as you opened the door. the room was full of candles and crucifix’s all over the walls with a bed in the middle of the candle lit room. father Charlie sat at the end of the bed in a white robe. “come in child” he smiled with fake affection.

you walk nervously towards him, shutting the door behind you. you stood before him, his shadow swallowed you almost completely. he gently patted the space next to him and you complied and sat down next to him. You looked up at him with your big eyes with a slightly confused expression, you hadn’t expected the situation to seem so intimate. “what are we going to talk about father…” he asked with uncertainty. he let out a slight amused chuckle.

“you’re going to become a woman tonight, tonight guided by god I will deflower you” he whispered gently, his hand reached out to gently stroke your knee. you frowned your brows and looked away from him, was he expecting you to have… sex… with him? you pulled away from his touch and whispered nervously. “I don’t know.. if that’s… I mean” you stuttered.

he let out a little sigh and put his hand back onto your thigh, he gave you a small reassuring smile. He leans in and whispers gently to you. “this is gods plan sweetheart, we don’t want to go against gods plan do we?” he asked, he knew exactly what he was doing with his words… he didn’t feel ashamed. you look up from your lap, almost convinced by his words though you had butterflies in your tummy. “I don’t want to upset god” you whispered.

“that’s right sweetie…” *he smiled with false sincerity. he put his hand on the back of your head and began slowly pushing your head down, down, down until you kneeled down before him. he let out a little hummed approval, he liked you on your knees like this. he began to slowly pat your hair and began whispering the sweetest things. “god took his time making you sweetheart, you are stunning” he praised, using his charm to lure you in, it was working. “thank you father” you whisper back up at him, starting to enjoy the positive attention and praise.

“good… now unwrap my robe sweetie” he smiled watching with an almost softened grin as she unwrapped his robe and revealed his semi hard erection. He reached a hand down and wrapped his fingers around his base, his fingers could barely wrap around his girth. he gently shook his erection as if to show it off to you. “Want to try wrapping your hand around it?” He suggested. you nod your head and reach your hand up, with a little hesitation you wrap your fingers around the base of his penis. he puts his hand ontop of your and begins guiding you to stroke him.

his penis felt so different, nothing like you had expected. It was hot and throbbing, it had a heart beat of its own. Charlie let out a little grunt and began guiding your hand to move faster on his erection. “It’s big” you giggle nervously earning a small amused chuckle from father Charlie, he found your innocence and naivety adorable.

after moments of stroking he stopped your hand “stop baby… your going to make me cum” he whispered gently taking your hand off of his shaft, he brung a hand up and began gently stroking your hair gently. He stood up in-front of you and put his hands on your shoulders to slowly push you down onto your back and onto the white silky pillow beneath you. He held your knees and spread them apart so he could nuzzle himself between your delicate thin thighs, his hands dwarfed your thighs completely.

“So pretty…” he murmured running his hands up to the tie that held your robe over his body, he slowly untied it revealing your waist and breasts, his lips parted when he saw your small perky breasts. He let out a little groan and leaded down, he took your pebbled nipples into his wet mouth. He began to suckle on your nipple, his hand reaching over to give your other pink nipple some attention. You let out a little whine as he pinched your nipple. He was fuelled by your little moans and whines of pleasure and pain.

He took your nipple out of his mouth with a wet pop, his hand reached down to begin stroking his throbbing cock to reveal some of the tension that was building in his loins. With his other hand he pulled aside the white crotch of your little lace panties, he groaned when he saw your folds which glistened with arousal. “oh sweetie” his voice rumbled in the back of his throat. your thighs began to shake as he pressed his tip against your folds, rubbing his tip in and out of your little pink folds.

“f-father Charlie” you whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip. He reached a hand up to pin you down to the mattress by your ribs to keep your steady, he slipped his tip between your folds and down your your pink tight entrance. he swallowed a groan when he felt how tight you where, your body was resisting. “relax” he coo’d gently. You took a few deep breaths and looked back up at him, giving him a small nod of approval for him to try again. his hands squeezed the side of your rips as he tried again.

you let out a little whine of pain as his tip slips into your wet snatch, it hurt being stretched out for the first time. “God.” he grunted, using gods name in vain, he couldn’t help it when it felt so fucking good. “It hurts father” you whimpered gently, he reached a hand up to gently cup your face. His thumb strokes your cheek soothingly. “Shh baby” he hushed you.

he began to slowly pump his penis in and out of your little wet snatch, getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly the tip of his member hit a special little spot in you, you arched your back and bucked your hips against his. that felt good. Charlie let out a low hum of approval. “that feel good sweetie?” He asked, leaning down to press a small kiss against your lips, the kiss swallowed up your little needy moans and whimpers. He pulled away so he could hear your little moans, it was driving him absolutely insane. Your moans mixed in with the sight of your body shaking under his was fucking intoxicating. He began to pick up the pace, moving his body against your faster, going deeper till he bottomed you out.

you let out a whine of pain and pleasure, he was so big… so thick. it was almost to much to handle, far to much to handle. your little pussy couldn’t handle such a fat cock. you threw your head back and let out moan after moan, moaning his name. Charlie’s large hands gripped your hips feeling your hip bones. he pulled up your hips off the bed so he could fuck you at a better angle, getting deeper and hitting that special spot perfectly.

he felt your body clench around him and your moans turned messy, you where close and it wasn’t long before you where screaming how close you where to coming all over his dick. “I’m close!” You gasp as you cum around his penis, your body throbs around him and your shake under him. he quickly pulled out of you, cumming all over your little belly. his balls tightened and his body tensed when he came all over your stomach, making a mess all over you and the bed sheets.

“good job sweetie” he grinned down at you. he had ruined you, deflowered you.

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hoffmansgirl · 3 days ago

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what would you say about... part two 🙏🏻

SO INTO YOU. ━ nicholas a. chavez & cooper koch ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

❝ pairing. n. chavez x fem!reader x c. koch ❞

a/n. woof this took long... i hope you enjoy though! let me know if you want a part two (i want to write it so bad but really rough & filthy this time). anyways requests are open just like my legs for these two

.ᐟ warnings. fluff (just nick & coop being cuties & in love!!!), SMUT! making out, soft!dom!cooper, more of a mean!dom!nicholas, slapping?, threesome ofc, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, sum dirty talk (praise & slight degradation), more fluff :)) wc. 4896

The camera flashes made you slightly lightheaded as you posed, well-trained smile on your face ━ your uneasiness not visible to the paparazzi, but the two men next to you noticed it almost immediately.

Nicholas' hand was resting around your waist comfortably; not tight or low enough to draw attention of the cameramen, but with enough force to let you know that he was there for you.

You looked at Cooper, sweet smile on his face when he caught your eye, the flashes finally coming to an end, and all three of you exhaled with relief.

"I thought it would never end", you pressed your glossed lips together, fixing your hair softly, as you fell back against the chair.

Nicholas laughed at that, sitting across from you, the exhaustion visible in his eyes; he made sure no one was looking before taking your hand into his.

Your relationship with Nicholas was quite... complicated. You were best friends ever since you two met on the set of Monsters. It was you, Cooper and Nicholas, a trio that the internet loved.

Although, you were just a woman. And Nicholas was just a man. It soon evolved into something deeper; something you couldn't quite name. The lingering touches, sleeping on a couch together after an exhausting day on set, sporadic kisses on the cheek, a little too close to the corner of your lips. It would be hard to explain to the general public. You were just friends.

When it came to Cooper, he was the sunshine of your trio. His hugs warm, always making sure you were comfortable in his presence. He was so much different than Nicholas; less bold, always touching you with a glint of uncertainty. They complimented each other so well, it actually started driving you crazy.

You liked Nicholas, and you liked Cooper. Although at this point, you weren't sure if you only liked them. You still felt comfortable around them, but every touch from either of them sent a spark of excitement down your spine, which ━ you hoped ━ they didn't notice.

You had no idea what was happening, but you didn't like it.

Nicholas' thumb traced soft circles on the back of your hand, his eyes warm and welcoming, pretty smile adoring his face. You hesitated before returning the gesture, the loud music and incoherent voices seemed to fade into obscurity as you stared at him. He looked so good that night; a patterned, slightly unbuttoned shirt clung onto his body perfectly, simple black dress pants and shoes, and the god damn cross necklace. Such a simple look, but he looked absolutely flawless. You wondered how he managed to leave you speechless every time he walked into the room. His hair looked messier than usual after he ran a hand through it right after you all left the spotlight.

You shook slightly when you realised you were staring. Nicholas chuckled, shaking his head, hand leaving yours, the sudden coldness making you miss his touch almost instantly.

"You look good tonight", you declared, looking him up and down shamelessly, sly smirk appearing on your face. Nicholas leaned back against the chair, spreading his legs; the sight making your mouth water.

"Could say the same about you, Y/N", Nick rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb nonchalantly. A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and you crossed your legs at the sight. Your name leaving his mouth made you shift in your seat uncomfortably, the room becoming smaller in a second.

He didn't lie, though. You decided on a bold outfit, yet modest enough to make an impression. A tight bodysuit with built-in shorts, leaving a little to the imagination; brand new, knee high Naked Wolfe boots that made your legs look longer, and a leather, red coat. Nicholas almost choked when he first saw you, and so did Cooper ━ yet you didn't notice the way their eyes lingered on your body for a little too long.

"You look... fucking hot". You couldn't help but smile at the compliment; his voice sincere, eyes glistening with something you couldn't quite name, playful smirk lingering on his lips. You bit your lip, slightly breathless, playing with the hem of your bodysuit mindlessly. Nicholas' eyes wandered down your body as you did, your curves visible through the thin material, and he noticed that instantly.

"Hey!" Cooper's voice saved you from the heat of Nick's stare as he stepped in. You looked up at him, his presence not helping that much, after all; he looked so good, they both did.

"We have to do some interviews and then we can get the hell outta here", he declared, and you nodded, getting up from the chair awkwardly. A waitress stopped next to the three of you, tray with some kind of alcohol in her hand ━ champagne, you assumed, polite smile on her face. Without hesitation, you took a glass, swallowing all of its contents almost at once.

Nicholas and Cooper laughed when you made a face; it definitely wasn't a champagne. It tasted more like a vodka tonic. Your face twisted in pure disgust at the taste, eyes closing involuntarily.

"Now, slow down, pretty", Cooper said in a playful tone; the nickname made you wish you could drink five more of those drinks. You sent him a glare, small smile lingering on your lips nonetheless.

You heard someone call your name, and you exhaled at the sight of an interviewer waving at you. You exchanged knowing looks with both men before you all walked towards the camera.

A few hours and drinks later, you finally felt your body relaxing. The better part of the event came ━ an after party where cameras were not allowed. You were relieved; the annoying and disrespectful paparazzi followed you like lost puppies, as if trying to capture every single moment of your evening.

You found yourself sitting at the bar, Nicholas and Cooper nowhere in sight. You played with the rim of your glass, the slight buzz finally getting to you, small smile playing on your face.

An image of Cooper and Nick popped up in your head again, and you found yourself thinking about them in inappropriate ways.

The way they'd kiss you, Nicholas more harshly, demanding, almost aggressively. And Cooper? Cooper would take his time, leaving you breathless and painfully turned on when he pulled away. You had no idea which one you liked better. Preferably both, at the same time.

You shook your head, finally deciding on going to search for them. The smell of weed filled your nostrils, and you raised your eyebrows; it wasn't usual for celebrities events to go this far.

Your steps were quite unsure and shaky due to the alcohol in your system, but still confident, as you paced through the crowd of people. You looked around you in search of Cooper familiar curls, but you soon realised it was pointless.

What if they're making out with some random girls?

The thought crossed your mind and you shifted uncomfortably, accepting your defeat as you walked towards the bathrooms.

The corridor was dark, and if it wasn't for the music still playing loudly in the background and the alcohol in your system, you would definitely be scared.

Your boots echoed through the walls, shiver running up your spine at the sudden coldness. You almost screamed when the men's bathroom door opened, and you were met with someone's warm chest.

His smell filled your nostrils, and you exhaled, recognising it right away. Nicholas.

"Already falling for me, doll?", he laughed when you looked up at him, the height difference almost ridiculous ━ even when you were wearing the highest boots you could find.

The corridor was lit only by the men's bathroom dim lightning, and you suddenly felt a spark of excitement run through your chest.

"I was looking everywhere for you!", you declared, stepping away from him, the smell of his cologne making your head spin a little. You studied his face; he seemed completely sober, hair in the same condition you last saw it in ━ so he didn't fuck anyone during his absence. Relief run through your veins at the realisation, small smile making its way onto your face.

"I was looking for you, too", he grinned, and your stomach turned at the sight. "We were just talking about getting the hell out of here. Wanna spend the night?", he asked casually, and even though it wasn't unusual for you to stay over at his place, it felt different this time. You nodded frantically, biting your lip. His cross, gold chain glistened in the dim lightning, and you couldn't help but stare at his chest, hiding under the shirt.

"You know...", you started, your hand moving up before you could register, fingertips lingering on his chest softly. Nicholas stiffened when you met his eyes, and his jaw clenched. "You look really good tonight".

"If you were anyone else, I'd think you're flirting with me", he laughed, but you could feel his muscles tensing when you run your fingers over his chest more confidently now. You tilted your head, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin on yours. "And what if I was?", you challenged, voice teasing, and his hands were on your hips in an instant. Nicholas pulled you close, hands slipping under your loose coat, running over your curves greedily.

"I wouldn't mind", he said truthfully, and you breathed out. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek, and your lashes fluttered at the feeling. "I would say... you look tempting. Making it really hard for me to control myself".

You tensed, hands running over the sides of his neck, eyes never leaving his, and you noticed how much darker they've gotten. With one swift movement, you were against the wall, Nicholas' hand lifting your leg to rest on his hip.

"You have no idea what you do to me", he whispered, his voice low and predatory, as his other hand run over your throat softly.

This will ruin our friendship. These words echoed in your head as you looked deep into his eyes, gaze almost innocent, sending jolts of electricity down to his cock. Any doubt left your mind when you realised that you waited for this for the longest time. Maybe I like him a little too much, you thought, as your eyes lingered on his lips, so tempting. Before he could say anything else, you pressed your lips to his greedily.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips at the contact; your lips moved in a perfect sync, hands roaming over his chest, nails digging into his skin. Nicholas held your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh in his big hand, the other one tangling itself in your hair.

He pulled on it, hard, and you whimpered, the pain on your scalp sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. He smiled into the kiss, body pressing into yours with force as his tongue found its way into your mouth. One more pull at your hair, and you moaned into the kiss, his tongue half down your throat in an instant. It traced the inside of your mouth, almost as if he was trying to memorise every single detail about it.

He swallowed your moan as you arched into him, eager to feel all of him all over you, his strong hold on your hair only intensifying.

You felt his bulge press into your thigh deliciously; you tested the waters by grinding your hips down, and he let out a strangled moan, the sound making you shiver.

The next second Nicholas' lips were all over your neck, and your head tilted back involuntarily, mouth opening in a desperate moan. That was before you realised you were still on an event ━ public event, and that someone could actually catch you making out in a dark corridor.

You tried to form a sentence, but the words died before you could speak, as he sucked the soft skin on the column of your throat: marking you.

"Nick- we need to-", you tried to explain how irresponsible he was being, but he didn't seem to listen; if anything, he got more eager, pressing you flat against the wall, hips moving forward to grind against you.

That's when he opened his eyes and looked into the darkness surrounding you; and he was pleased to see Cooper standing there, leaning against the wall, watching the little show in front of him with interest.

Nicholas smiled as you pulled at his shirt, playing with the buttons, and he kissed your neck once again just to distract you from noticing Cooper.

"Looks like have an audience, doll", he whispered in your ear, and it took you a second to actually process his words; when you did, your eyes shot open.

"Holy shit", you heard a familiar voice; your eyes widened even more in realisation.

Cooper stood there, in the darkness, and if it wasn't for his voice you wouldn't even notice he was there. He took a step closer, and you were surprised to see that he didn't look mad. He didn't look surprised, either. Small smirk made its way onto his face, eyes dark ━ but it could be all about the shitty lightning.

You bit your lip, not quite knowing what to say. Nicholas took a step back, not a trace of shame or embarrassment on his face; he returned Cooper's gaze, a silent deal made between the two.

You knew Cooper was into guys. You weren't quite sure if he liked girls, too ━ you never asked, partially because you were scared of the answer. His words made you think that maybe he was into Nicholas, maybe he liked him the way you did. You shifted uncomfortably, not meeting his eyes.

"Well, we are finally getting there", Nicholas said, fixing the bulge in his pants shamelessly, and your gaze lingered on it for a little too long. You wanted ━ no, needed ━ more, and getting caught by Cooper of all people didn't exactly help the pulsing between your legs. Nick caught your gaze, playful glint in his eyes, but he looked unaffected. You wondered what he meant, but just before you could ask, he already took your hand and leaded you to the door; Cooper following close behind you.

You were panting, hair messy and lipgloss smudged; most of it stayed on Nicholas' face, though. Your eyes glistened insatiably, his words echoing in your mind like a promise of what was about to come.

You didn't remember the way back to your hotel; when you did get there, though, you felt Nicholas' hand low on your back, Cooper keeping his distance as you walked to one of the boys' room; you couldn't help but wonder if he was mad at what he had witnessed, guilt blooming in your stomach.

Nicholas looked relaxed, though, sending you and Cooper an occasional smile, tracing soft circles onto your back, and you shivered at his touch.

You got to the room 230; you remembered it belonged to both of them. As Cooper unlocked the door, Nicholas' presence behind you like a shadow; you walked in, the tension between the three of you lingering in the air as you made your way to the living room.

"Coop, I...", you started, breaking the silence, as Nicholas disappeared in his own room. The older man didn't look at you when he took his coat off, avoiding your gaze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't... We shouldn't have...".

You could tell he was holding himself back as he did everything but look at you, pretending to be extremely busy with his watch.

"I'm not mad, Y/N", he ensured; you raised your eyebrows at the sound of his voice. Hoarse, low and quite strangled.

"Then why won't you look at me? Why won't you talk to me?", you whined, the need to confess everything you felt for him now stronger than ever.

He didn't answer. You sighed, a hint of annoyance now clear in your voice.

You stared at Cooper from a safe distance, taking in the sight in front of you. He looked just as good as Nick: simple but elegant, making you sweat like a dog in heat. A black, plain sweater, dress pants and shoes complimenting his tan skin. His long fingers played with the watch on his wrist, and you couldn't help but imagine the possibilities.

You took the coat off your shoulders, the sudden heat all over your body making you sweat uncontrollably. Your boots clicked against the marble floor as you made your way to the couch, throwing the coat on it carelessly.

You took a deep breath before deciding on what to do next.

"Coop...", you turned to him, and he finally met your eyes. "I want... For the longest time, I...".

The weight of what you were about to confess fell on your shoulders with force, words dying in your throat under his intense gaze.

"She wants to fuck us".

Your eyes widened at the words leaving Nicholas' mouth. You turned to him, he leaned against the doorframe, shirt slightly unbuttoned, dress pants still low on his hips. He must've been there for quite a while, watching you struggle.

"I...", you tried to explain, all of it pointless when he smiled knowingly.

You couldn't lie to then and say that he was wrong; but you couldn't just admit that he was right.

"I'm not doing this", you whimpered, embarrassment filling your whole chest, making it hard to breathe.

"You're not doing what? Admitting the truth? It would be so much easier for us to grant your wishes sooner if you were honest from the start, pretty", Cooper got closer to you by a second, and Nicholas creeped in behind you, the room becoming smaller in a second as you realised that they planned all of this.

Cooper tilted his head, his gaze hardening dangerously as he watched you.

Nicholas' chest pressed against your back, and you whined at the contact; your eyes never left Cooper's, almost as if an invisible string was connecting the two of you.

A wet kiss on the side neck was all it took for your knees to buckle. Before you knew it, Nicholas was devouring the delicate skin of your neck and collarbones, his big hands closing on your hips, making sure you stayed upright.

This is so wrong, you thought when Cooper took a step towards you, and, as if he was testing the waters, leaned over to brush your lips against his. Nicholas licked a wet stripe up your neck, and you arched your back, a quiet whimper leaving your mouth when Cooper came closer, pinning you between his and Nicholas' bodies.

"Tell me you want this", he whispered, voice soft, and you tried to nod, but Nicholas' actions on your neck made you slightly lightheaded. "Tell me".

"I- I do", you breathed out. "Wanted this for so long".

You felt Nick smile against your skin as he pulled away just slightly, his bulge pressing against your ass deliciously. Your mind went blank as Cooper finally pressed his lips to yours, his kiss soft but demanding.

Nicholas squeezed your hips in his big hands, and you whined, clawing at Cooper's chest, the urge to feel his skin on yours overwhelming, and Nicholas was back on you again. He cupped your breasts through the thin material of your bodysuit; you moaned shamelessly, biting on Cooper's lip, the taste of him intoxicating.

You were in one of the boys' room in a blink of an eye. Nicholas grinned at you and sat down on the bed, and your lips were back on his in an instant. He tugged at your hair yet again as you started unbuttoning his shirt; the feeling of his chiselled chest under your fingertips almost making you drool a little.

You pulled away, taking the excess clothing off his body, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You looked at Cooper, his eyes glistening softly as he traced his fingers down your back. You couldn't decide whether to focus on him or Nicholas.

Cooper kissed you again, this time more aggressively, pushing his tongue into your mouth for it to tangle with your own; a groan left his mouth at the taste of you as he held you close, tugging at the material of your bodysuit urgently.

You smiled before pulling away, taking off your shoes ━ the height difference even more prominent now ━ before you removed the bodysuit from your body in one, swift movement.

Your back was met with the soft sheets, the boys towering over you, each on opposite sides of the bed. Your chest heaved with uneven breaths, and you thanked yourself for choosing a sexy set of lingerie for the night.

Nicholas' greedy hands were on you, everywhere at once, running over your curves, squeezing the soft skin of your covered breasts. You whined, searching for Cooper's mouth again, and he gladly leaned in, delicate touch lingering on your neck, making sure to leave you panting under him.

"We've talked about it for months", Nick admitted, and Cooper pulled away, nodding at his words.

"We wanted to have you right here, under us, letting us use you however we please", the younger man continued, exposing your boobs with one strong tug at the lacy material of your bra.

You panted when you felt both of their lips on your sensitive skin there. The difference between the two men more prominent than ever now that they were touching you. Cooper's movements were more thoughtful as he pressed wet kisses on the skin of your boob, tongue darting out to circle around your nipple teasingly. Nicholas didn't hold back, biting at the sensitive nub between strong sucks, making you see stars. They complimented each other so well, it actually made you whine and arch your back as you tugged at their hair.

"Holy shit, please", you begged for god knows what, and you almost cried out in relief when Nicholas lowered his head, pressing kisses all over your stomach, before he found the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Cooper positioned himself so that he could sit behind you, his legs on both sides of your own. He grabbed your thighs, spreading them open for Nicholas; he lowered his head to look at your drenched cunt, a small patch of wetness on the centre of your panties. He hummed, biting the soft skin of your thighs, and when he looked up at you, you felt as if you could come at the sight alone.

Cooper kept one of his hands on your thigh, while the other one travelled up your stomach, between your boobs, brushing against your hard nipples just for a second.

"Are you sure?" he whispered in your ear softly in the exact moment when Nicholas' lips pressed against your clothed pussy. He placed a dirty, open mouthed kiss on the center, and you shivered, head lulling back against Cooper's shoulder.

"Answer him, doll", Nick demanded; voice sharp and dangerously low as he watched the way your jaw went slack, mouth opening in a quiet whimper.

"She sounds so pretty", the older man smirked, and you felt his bulge press against your back. His grip on your tight tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Nick, please, yes- I'm sure", your eyes opened involuntarily as he moved your panties to the side, your wet cunt now exposed to the cool air around you.

"Holy shit", Nicholas smiled, tilting his head while his thumb pressed against your clit. The touch was barely there, but it didn't fail to send jolts of electricity down your spine. "She's so wet, Cooper. Almost dripping all over my sheets".

Cooper hummed softly right into your ear and you twitched against both of them. They were talking as if you weren't there, and it made you embarrassingly more turned on.

"Yeah?", he rasped, the sound making you shiver against them. One of Cooper's hands travelled down to brush against your puffy clit. You moaned as they both touched you; Nicholas' fingers slowly dipping into your entrance, the wetness coating your walls making it easy for him to stretch you out. Cooper's thoughtful touch graced the button hiding between your folds. His touch so delicate, unlike Nicholas' ━ his fingers moved slowly but steadily, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in.

You were breathless; your chest heaved with uneven breaths, one of Cooper's hand resting on your boob ━ not putting any pressure, just letting you feel his hands on your overheated body.

"So good, oh shit-", you managed to get out as your back arched off the bed; Nicholas was quick to hold your hips down with his unoccupied hand. His wrist moved faster now, along with Cooper's; they found just the right rhythm to make you go crazy without making you come too fast.

Whimpers left your mouth as you gripped Cooper's thighs, your nails digging into his skin with enough force to leave marks.

"You're right, she's practically soaking our hands", Cooper murmured, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Your eyes fell closed for a second, before his free hand reached to grab your neck ━ pressing with pressure that made you slightly lightheaded, but not with enough force to choke you. Your eyes flew open; Cooper looked down at you, his darkened eyes making your legs shake.

"Don't close your eyes, darling", he held your throat harder; both of their hands moving in sync, determined to get you to your peak. "Please", you whispered pathetically, turning your eyes to Nicholas, who was watching you the whole time. His mouth formed into a dirty, open mouthed smirk, sending sparks of electricity down your spine.

Holy shit.

"Are you close, doll?" Nicholas asked, his voice raspier than you've ever heard before. You nodded frantically, the coil in your stomach ready to snap any second now. You whined when Cooper's fingers left your clit and Nick slowed down.

"No, fuck!", you cried out, hips bucking into Nicholas' hand, and they both definitely didn't like it.

You felt a strong sting on your left breast, Cooper's hand slapping it roughly.

"Look at her, practically crying for us to make her cum", Nicholas tutted, his drenched fingers scissoring into your cunt. Before you could come up with a smart reply, his mouth was all over you.

He pressed a wet kiss right on your clit. You squirmed; Cooper held both of your boobs in his big hands as he watched Nicholas devour you with a satisfied smile on his face, index finger and thumb tugging on your nipples experimentally.

Nicholas held your gaze as he licked a stripe from your opening up to your clit. He sucked the little button between his lips, tongue tracing circles around it, his fingers inside of you moving with precision, hitting just the right spot every time.

"She tastes so sweet, Coop", he groaned between licks, winking at you, the vibrations of his voice making your thighs shake around his head.

"Oh, I bet she does", Cooper replied breathlessly and he forced your face towards him; his mouth meeting yours instantly, tongue playing with yours as he swallowed your moans.

"I'm-", you weren't able to finish the sentence, before Nicholas sucked on your clit particularly hard, his fingers moving swiftly inside of you, and you could feel your orgasm nearing.

"Come for us", Cooper whispered softly, fingers playing with your stiff nipples non-stop as you whimpered into his mouth.

"Yeah, baby, come on, make a mess for us", Nicholas pulled away only enough to watch your face twist in pure bliss, the sight of you kissing Cooper while he pleasured you turning him on more than it should.

You cried out, one last withdraw of Nicholas' fingers and your back arched off the bed; they didn't stop you this time. Cooper pulled away to watch your face as you wet Nicholas' hand, creaming all over his thick fingers.

You were breathless, eyes threatening to close, but instead they widened, when Nicholas got up from his knees, grabbing Cooper's hair, and then kissing him.

Obscene sounds left both of their mouths as Nick let Cooper taste you on his tongue. You watched the scene shamelessly, your pussy clenching around nothing as Cooper sucked on Nicholas' mouth before pulling away.

"You're right, she tastes fucking divine", he breathed out, grinning at you and Nick, eyes clouded with lust.

Your legs closed, the earth shattering orgasm leaving you spent and limp between their bodies.

Your head fell against Cooper's chest, and he wrapped his arms around you in an instant.

Nick smiled at the sight of you, so defenceless and spent after only his fingers and mouth.

He pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, and you murmured something incoherent, almost falling asleep right there and then.

"No. I wanna cuddle", you whined when Cooper and Nicholas tried to pull away, but they were quick to obey. Cooper laid you on your side, his chest pressed firmly against your back, and Nicholas laid down on his back, letting you rest your head against his own chest. He played with your hair mindlessly, and you were fast to fall asleep, nothing but happiness filling both your heart and mind.

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