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070chwe · 6 days ago

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from a woman — nicholas a. chavez

summary — nicholas’ favourite part of every event is stripping the weight of the evening at home with you, along with the formal attire. inspired by from a woman by mariah the scientist.

word count — 1.6k

tags/warnings — suggestive towards end, established relationship!au, a load of self indulgent lovesick waffling, nic is a down bad introvert™, part 2 with smut tba? what who said that

a/n — dedicated to my loveliest eternal brainworm buddy @titsout4nicholas because where would i be without u my baby breezy. it’s been like 3 years since i’ve written, let alone published so please be Kind. reblogs are appreciated!

The cacophony of camera shutters, the soft thrum of a slow R&B track, and the hundreds of layered conversations still echo in your ears, lingering like the faintest scent of perfume even now, 20 minutes after leaving the gala. The evening was a whirlwind—one he’s always halfway reluctant to step into. The flash, the glamour, the carefully curated conversations—it all has a way of exhausting him in a way few things do. And yet, it’s unavoidable. A necessary part of his world.

Nicholas has a love-hate relationship with these events, and he knows you do too. You’d much prefer a boozy brunch with his younger brother and his girlfriend or a late-night detour to a hidden, hole-in-the-wall wine bar where the two of you can melt into the anonymity of the darkened corner, away from prying eyes and familiar faces. Galas, premieres, high-profile shows—they rank high on his list of least favorite things about the job, symbols of a lifestyle he tolerates but doesn’t fully belong to. They feel hollow compared to those quiet, intimate moments you share together, where he can simply exist, undisturbed.

The warmth of your hand sliding into the freshly cut hair at his nape, your fingers threading gently through the soft strands, pulls him out of his thoughts, away from the smattering of raindrops trailing down the driver’s side window. Your touch is light, yet possessive, grounding him in a way nothing else can. He leans into it instinctively, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment as he savors the quiet intimacy.

His own hand, as if by reflex, drifts to your thigh, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over the fabric of your dress. The gesture is simple, almost automatic, but it speaks of a familiarity and comfort that words can’t capture. He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the rest of the world blurs, leaving only the two of you in this small, rain-kissed cocoon.

Sometimes, the feeling overwhelms him so much that he thinks he may be ill. He hasn’t been able to give it a name because, to him, love just doesn’t quite cover all bases. You represent a degree of normalcy in his life—a fixture for calm among all the chaos. Sharing new music finds over breakfast and drinking overpriced red wine to the tune of Solange. That’s when he’s happiest, when his head is the most quiet.

It’s just past 1 when the sprinter finally pulls to a rest outside the high-rise that houses your shared apartment. The city is a hum of distant lights and sounds, yet here, at this moment, it all fades into background noise.

Nic slides out of the van with a heavy exhale, loosening his tie as he follows you into the dimly lit lobby. His silence only breaks once you’re in the peaceful sanctuary of your apartment. “Thank you for coming tonight,” he says, and you watch as the tension he’s been carrying all evening seems to peel away with his blazer as he drapes it over a chair by the door.

“Of course, my love.” A hint of relief softens his expression as he catches your eye. You flash him a small, tender smile over your shoulder, sweet and familiar, just slightly lopsided where your canine meets the plush of your lower lip. It’s one of the things he’s always adored about you. He can’t help but smile back, his first genuine one of the night, as he follows the click of your heels into the kitchen.

You’re moving gracefully from cabinet to cabinet, pouring two glasses of deep red wine as the quiet of the apartment settles around you. He watches you, entranced by the simplicity of the moment. The familiar rituals—the clinking of glasses, the way you hand him his without a word—ease away the last threads of stress from the evening. “It was really lovely to see Cooper again,” you say, handing him a glass. “I missed him.”

Nic nods, taking a sip of the wine. “I know. I missed him too… but I think I missed this more.” He raises his glass, clinking it softly against yours, his gaze never leaving your face. Here, in the quiet of home, with the world locked outside, he’s finally where he wants to be.

Before long, the two of you are nestled together on the couch, your heels abandoned somewhere near the door and Nic’s tie totally undone around his neck. The soft pulse of a Majid Jordan song drifts through the room, setting a gentle rhythm to the night. The golden glow of the corner lamp casts warm shadows, wrapping around you like a private swaddle. You sit close, faces mere inches apart, sharing laughter and stolen glances as you exchange stories from the evening, each word slipping easily into the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Nic’s hand moves slowly along the length of your bare legs, his touch a soft, languid caress that leaves warmth in its wake. Every so often, his fingers pause to trace gentle shapes on your skin, little loops and spirals that make you shiver. His fingertips linger on the back of your thigh, drawing delicate, invisible I love you’s that you feel more deeply than words could express. Between quiet whispers and playful smiles, his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as his gaze settles on you, warm and intense. He leans in slowly, his lips hovering just above yours, breath mingling in the charged silence. The teasing brush of his mouth is soft at first, a gentle taste, before he presses deeper, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. His hand slides up your thigh, anchoring you to him as the kiss deepens, each touch and shared breath stoking the quiet, simmering heat that fills the room, drawing you both into something irresistible, something you don’t want to end.

“I should’ve known the red wine was a setup,” he murmurs with a smirk, barely pulling back as you playfully smack his chest. The laughter you share breaks through the tension, leaving you both grinning as Nic settles back into the couch, his lap open and inviting. You climb onto him, feeling his hands rest comfortably on your waist as you nestle into his embrace, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Somehow, he makes every intimate moment feel like the first all over again, taking you back to late nights in college bars and stolen moments in his dorm room, where everything felt new and thrilling.

Even now, he still makes you feel giddy, like that young, lovestruck freshman, dreaming of a future with him—a white picket fence, a home filled with laughter, maybe a couple of kids running around. Each touch, each glance brings those dreams rushing back, making you feel as if you’re right back at the beginning, falling for him all over again.

Nic watches you, noticing the way your gaze seems to drift, lost in thought even as your eyes rest on his. A small, knowing smile curves his lips, and he lets out a soft, amused huff before giving his legs a gentle nudge to draw you back.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, his voice low and inviting, reaching out to pull you closer until you’re nestled comfortably against him, fully present with him once more.

His fingers trail up your back, tracing soft, languid patterns that send shivers through you as you settle deeper against him. His touch is gentle yet intentional, fingers curling at the nape of your neck as he brings his forehead to rest against yours, the two of you sharing a breath in the quiet warmth of the room. His gaze meets yours, a familiar smolder that sends heat spreading through you, and the world outside blurs, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this moment.

“You know,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with something deliciously dark, “I think we should take this to the bedroom, instead.”

The words sink into the silence, charged with a longing that leaves you breathless. His thumb brushes across your cheek, lingering with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of his gaze. He leans in slowly, capturing your lips in a deep, unhurried kiss, savoring the closeness, the taste of you. His hand slides up, fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you even closer, the warmth of him seeping through your skin.

You feel a rush of boldness, your hands moving to the buttons of his shirt, deftly unfastening each one until the fabric falls open, revealing the smooth skin and taut muscle beneath. You let your fingers trace along the dips and valleys of his chest, his heartbeat slightly erratic as your nails graze the skin. The feel of him, solid and steady, grounds you even as the intensity between you builds. You part just enough to look at him, taking in the way his chest rises and falls, his breathing as unsteady as yours.

The shared look says it all, an unspoken agreement in the glimmer of his eyes, in the way his hands skim down your sides, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. Without a word, he shifts, adjusting himself so that he can lift you easily, legs coiled around his waist as he carries you through the soft-lit rooms to the familiar, inviting comfort of your bed.

As he lays you down, he pauses, gaze roaming over you with a mix of reverence and desire. His fingers brush down your arm, pausing to intertwine with yours, grounding you in the quiet intensity of the moment. Here, where the moonlight and cityscape filters through the open blinds, there’s no rush, only the anticipation building between you, thick and sweet.

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, each one a promise, a reminder of how much he loves you. And as his lips find yours again, slow and leisurely, you know tonight will be one to remember.

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soaked4mk · 7 months ago

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Just like that // Kenshi x Reader smut shot.

👽: I’m on a coochie eating spree 🤷🏻‍♀️ (not proof read because I’m lazy 😭)

⚠️: Soft core Bondage, Soft core choking, Orgasm denial, Cunnilingus, Finger fucking.

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★ Kenshi, granted with the sight of sento, still relies on his other senses. and besides his hearing, touch is really important to him. And he does so especially during intimacy. He loves being able to feel your body react to his physical contact, whether it’s goosebumps from kissing your neck, or feeling your heart rate increase after pulling you into his lap. He relishes in it. Keeping this in mind, you were standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

★ Doing your nightly routine, having just gotten out of the shower, towel still around your body as you dapple your skin care on your face, humming to yourself while doing so, kenshi walks in.

★ “Hey gorgeous.” He chimes while pulling you into a hug from behind, kissing your cheek in the process. “You smell good.” He simply said, holding you longer. “Well…I did just get out of the shower, you cheekily replied.

★ Kenshi smiles into the crook of your neck, hands roaming freely, up and down your curves. You turn around and cup his face with both hands. “You’re touchy today.” You remarked. “Yeah, well…” he shrugged, not finishing his sentence, he just pulled you in closer, pressing his lips to yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. you run your fingers through his hair as his tongue slips into your mouth.

★ Tongues intertwining, the kiss quickly gets heated, and Kenshi picks you up with ease. Taking you out of the bathroom and to your shared bed. Laying you down, never breaking the kiss while doing so. You moan into his mouth, his hands are quick to unwrap your towel, and fondle your breasts, causing your nipples to harden immediately.

★ Kenshi smirks, gently pinching and rolling them. “Aha-ahh~.” Your breath hitches as his fingers torture your sensitive buds, feeling a twinge of arousal ping through your body, kenshi keeps his hold, pinning you down to the bed with his weight.

★ “So delicate.~” he coos while bringing one hand down to your soaked pussy, keeping his other at work with your nipple. “K-kenshi…” you whimper, completely at his mercy in such a short amount of time. It was insane how quick he was able to make you melt.

★ He smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb while simultaneously inserting both his ring and middle fingers inside of your tight pussy. Breathing out a soft moan as his fingers curl, you throw your head back in pleasure. Kenshi abruptly stops his motion, ebbing the build up within. You let out a small pout, confused as to why he would stop.

★ He stood up, making his way to the closet, rummaging for a second before coming back out, shirtless with red rope in one hand, and a black blindfold in the other. Your throat goes dry at the image before you, and you bite your lower lip with anticipation, as he approaches you slowly.

★ “Kenshi…?” You weakly inquire, eyes emarmored by his muscular, tattooed form. you’re quick to assume what he’s to do with the items in hand. “Hm?” He simply hums in response, crawling over your naked form. You swallow, your stomach swarms with butterflies as he places the blindfold beside your head, and unwinds the rope. “Hold out your hands.” He orders you softly.

★ Your eyes were glossed, while you gaze upon your lover's face, it reads serious. So without protest, you bring up your hands, holding them together. “Like this…?” You gently ask. “Just like that.” He swiftly binds your wrists together, then reaches over you to grab the blindfold. “Lift your head up.” You obliged, and he wrapt the soft fabric around your eyes, tying it comfortably.

★ Wrists being bound and vision blocked, you’re in a vulnerable position now. Kenshi grabs your hands and pins them above your head, smashing his lips against yours, he trails his other hand down your neck, and wraps it around, lightly squeezing and causing you to whimper.

★ He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away. “You’re so beautiful~” he purred into your ear, making his way to your exposed breasts. He worked your left tit with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your perked nipple, sliding his hand away from your neck and down your stomach, he whispers.

★“You’re gonna do everything I say, or else.” His words gave you goosebumps, and you simply nodded. “Say it.” He demands, sliding his fingers between your wet folds, teasing your entrance. You croak out a weak response. “I-I’ll do everything you say…”

★ Satisfied with your submission, with no warning, he pushes two fingers into you, pumping your pussy aggressively, pressing into your clit roughly just like before. “Not like you’d have a choice anyway, being tied up like this~” he reminded, keeping his pace fast and hard, adding a third finger, you let out a gasp as you feel yourself stretching around his digits. “Barely even able to take three fingers, how cute…”

★ Tears began to prick at your eyes, but the fabric of the blindfold absorbed them. You were feeling both pleasure and pain from Kenshis’ ministrations, arching your back, you felt that familiar pang in your stomach. the rope rubbed against your soft skin as you squirmed in your restraints.

★ Feeling your body tense, you thrust your hips, fucking your self further onto his fingers. “Don’t cum.” Kenshi sternly said, feeling you tighten around his digits. You whine, squirming in place as you feel the irritation of holding back your climax.

★ “P-please—kenshi!” You cry out, struggling against the rope as it burned into your wrists. Suddenly he stops, trailing his wet fingers along your lower stomach.

★ “I didn’t tell you to beg.” Your heart feels like it’s about to explode as you’re refused release. You bite your lip harshly, choking back your cries and whimpers. You feel the build up fade for the second time. Your head was spinning from the game he was playing.

★ Feeling his fingers slowly tracing your skin, he teased your inner thighs, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. You were practically holding your breath at this point, not making a peep, the room was silent, only sounds of the bed creaking occasionally were heard. As you felt his weight shift off of the bed, you were immediately met with confusion.

★ Did he really just get off of the bed? You were about to sit up but Kenshis voice echoed through the room. “Don’t move.” You freeze and take a small breath, staying in place as you’re left with your thoughts temporarily.

★ You feel the weight of your boyfriend getting back on the bed, your thoughts immediately cut. Not being able to see what he was doing, you hear a slight sound of the mattress. Just then, two large hands grip both of your ankles, making you yip. pulling you to the edge of the bed, and spreading your legs apart, you feel your heart pounding harshly.

★ The feeling of rope encasing your ankle, he tied it to the bed frames post. Doing the same thing with the other side, you’re now spread eagle, unable to move properly. If you thought you were restricted before, you would be wrong. With his weight shifting over you, he gently lifted your head, wrapping what felt like a choker? Collar perhaps? It was cold pleather and there was definitely a leash connected to it. He pulled on it, causing you to let out a small sound.

★ Feeling as he lowers himself to your hips, he positions something flat and rounded on your clit, and before you can even guess what it was, vibrations begin panging through your body. You squeal a bit, as your legs tremble, he runs the wand in circles, causing you to twitch every time he hits a nerve. “H-ngh~” you spurt out another whimper, grinding against the wand for more pleasure.

★ Kenshi moves his head between your thighs, kissing and licking them, leaving marks along the way, up until he reaches your trembling core. You can feel his hot breath on your cunt, and it sends a shiver down your spine. His tongue darts out, dipping into your folds, keeping the wand in place as he eats you out. The combination of the vibrations and his tongue movements made your back arch, you squirm in the restraints, as your body reacts to the intense stimulation.

★ Fucking you onto his tongue, you buck your hips, reveling in the euphoric state. Once again feeling that all too familiar aching for release. You can’t help but curl your lips inwards. “Forcing yourself to hold back, not wanting him to stop if you made one wrong move. Kenshi notices your struggle, and smiles against your pathetically creamy cunt.

★ Pulling the leash a bit, eliciting more whining from your lips, he hums against your heat, “Hmmm~ go ahead, cum~” after deeming permission granted, you unravel. Legs shaking as you finally come undone, pulling at the restraints as you burrow the side of your face into the sheets. All the pent up energy was finally flowing out, soaking kenshi a face.

★ Kenshi keeps his tongue's pace though and doesn’t let up on the vibrator. Fervently dragging your high to the point where your mind goes blank. You feel his fingers once again probing your drenched entrance. Hitting that sweet spot with every other thrust of his hand, Your body tensed up as you uncontrollably squirt on Kenshis tongue, pussy palpating, he finally shuts the toy off, kissing your cunt before going out of his way to untie you.

★ You can still feel buzzing sensations on your over sensitive button. Legs twitching ever so slightly. Your hairline was dampened with sweat, and face flushed completely. Freeing your legs and hands, you rub your ankles, feeling the stinging pain they left from rubbing your skin raw, suddenly your blindfold was taken off, and your eyes flutter, adjusting to the light. “You did amazing.” His large hands hold your wrists, thumbs tracing the marks. He brings them up to his lips, placing soft kisses on your sore flesh.

★ “You’re so good for me.” He said. “I absolutely adore you.” After the two of you clean up, Kenshi is quick to grab your sweats and shirt, gently helping you into your clothes, your knees almost buckle, reminding you of the effect he had on your body.

★ He brushes your hair, making sure it’s in a protective style. (Or he just gives you your bonnet) after getting you dressed. He kisses your forehead before laying you back in bed. Getting under the blankets with you, rubbing your back while you drift off to sleep.

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