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whiskeynwriting · 2 years ago

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Hey. I hope you’re well!

I wanted to ask about your birds of a feather series.

Any timeline on the last chapter?

Love your work!

Hi my love! I am doing pretty good lately, actually! A nice patch in the bumpy road of life lmao. I hope you're doing good as well <3

Here is the final chapter in the series!(:

Birds of a Feather - Chapter Five: Mesmerized

Nico x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, dirty talk, teasing, age gap, innocence kink, size kink, heavy petting, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

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A/N: here is the final chapter! This series took me longer to finish than I originally thought, but I loved every second of it. I'm now accepting requests for one-shots in this au 🥰

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“Tape forty-five, June ninth… about nine o’clock.” Sighing, he stares dreamily. “My mornings have become disrupted, as of late. Early recordings have turned into… late night endeavors.” A long pause, and then he’s grinning. “I was right.” Nico proclaims, “She is quite soft… amenable.”

Shakily, you inhale a breath, one you’d been holding. Not out of timid fear, but of anxious excitement.

“What am I doing to you, Dove?” Nico then wonders aloud, directly addressing you. Slowly, his eyes glaze over your form, taking you in. And you gulp. He’s never done this before, any of this.

The hand he has on your waist gives you a soft squeeze, a gentle prompt.

“You’re,” Breath airy, your gaze continues forward, lips parting from the sight. “You’re touching me.”

“Mm,” Humming in agreement, he then requests more. “Dónde?” (Where)

“On my, my…” Watching his hands travel, the sensation shivers across your skin. “My stomach, my arms…”

Thick fingers travel upwards, unbuttoning your light blue blouse. Elegantly, your shirt falls open, revealing the white lace underneath. And with a happy hum, your lover’s hand then turns, running his knuckles lightly over your sternum; the sensation so feather-light that it makes you quiver. Moving to your shoulders, he tugs the loose fabric down with slow and careful motions, pressing a kiss to your upper back when it drops to the floor.

“And now?”

His continuation forces an excited sigh from your lips as you answer with, “My chest.”

Smiling happily, he allows both broad palms to cup you, admiring what he sees in the reflection. And you’re doing the same. Neither your eyes nor his have left this mirror, this sight.

“And how soft it is…” He mumbles to himself, turning his head and lowering himself slightly. His stubble brushes over your side, prompting a giggle to bubble from your lips as he gives your waist a small kiss. “Tan suave y bonita.” (So soft and pretty)

His legs are spread widely as he sits on the edge of his bed, your standing form set between them. And while you’re the one standing, he’s still taller than you like this, fully able to rub himself against your backside. And when you feel it, his rapidly hardening erection, your heart leaps from your chest.

Moving to the waistband of your skirt, his fingers dip beneath the hem, pulling it off of your body languidly. In the mirror, you watch him, your breaths shallow and a bit quick. With every touch to your skin, a piece of you feels exhilarated, your limbs shaking with anticipation, your center dampening from the excitement of it.

“Is the rest of you pretty, Dove?”

Dove and Little Bird. Names for you, only you.

“Yes.” It comes out before you can stop it, almost eager to show him. And he chuckles from behind.

“I know it is.” Pushing your skirt the rest of the way down, he’s finally able to see your matching set, your delicate white lace. And it takes his breath away.

“Oh…” Running his hands down your sides, he moans, eyelids drooping as he presses a heated kiss to your skin.

Curious fingers squeeze at the thin skin of your hips, working their way back to massage them into your beautiful curves.

“Tell me,” Nico suddenly huffs out, voice desperate and raspy. “Describe it to me, everything you see. Let me listen to your beautiful voice on this tape.”

For a moment, you’d completely forgotten about the tape. And the thought of him playing it back while touching himself in private is something that makes you feel weak. Because you know that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

“You’re touching me,” You say again, voice timid and throat going dry. “Holding my hips, kissing my back…”

Quietly, he groans in approval, hands sliding up to cup your breasts again. The pads of his thumbs then seek out your nipples, brushing back and forth over the soft peaks until they harden beneath his thickest digits.

“You’re touching my nipples…” Feeling you relax into him, he sighs, the movement felt against your lower back. “Feels good when you, w-when you do that…”

With a passionate groan, he presses himself against you, one hand trailing up while the other dips low. His right stays on your breast, squeezing it firmly in his hand, while the other lowers to cup your barely covered sex. Another wet kiss to your skin, a hot sigh forced out of his nose as he does it. And you suck in harshly when he cups you, hips twitching in his hold as he fondles your body, does whatever he wants to it.

“Let me see you,” Murmuring over your skin, he finally brings himself to remove the last pieces of clothing still hiding your body from him. “Delicate thing.”

He’s careful with it, not wanting to tear the thin fabric. On another day, another night, he’ll tell you to wear it again. Easily, he removes your top, unclipping it from behind. And before he can even make his way to your bottom half, his eyes are widening, face falling slack.

“Irresistible…” Leaning up, he moves your arm over his head, allowing your body to turn as it rests across his shoulders and the back of his neck. The movement prompts your body to fall back, perching yourself on his thigh as he leans in. Wrapping both arms around you, he brings your body in, kissing the soft skin of your breasts. “Mm.”

“Nicolás,” Quivering slightly, your free hand finds his cheek, leaning into his loving grip.

“What is it, cariño?” (Sweetheart)

“I love this…” And it’s true, you’re entranced by him.

Eyes rolling back, he groans once again, deep and guttural as his fingers all but fly to your panties. Quickly, he shoves them down your legs before repositioning you, pulling you directly into the center of his lap. Immediately, you’re pressed against the firmness of his crotch, your naked backside rubbing over him.

“This is what I’ve wanted,” He nearly seethes into your ear, curved nose pressing into your cheek.

Fully resting against the broadness of him, you whine, feeling more exposed than ever in front of him. He’s never seen you like this, never witnessed you in your bare form. And while your timid nature keeps you quiet, his own curious kinks are doing the exact opposite to him.

“Inocente,” He sounds distracted, those big, brown eyes watching his own hands as they move. (Innocent)

Slithering down, they find your thighs, quickly moving to their inner skin. With gentle force, he parts them, the two of you staring at the mirror once again. You assume he’s going to merely open them, spread them just enough to see your pussy. But no, that’s just not good enough for him.

“Pretty…” Once your thighs are no longer touching, he hooks his hands beneath them, pulling them up and back so that they’re resting over his. The action shocks you so much that you nearly shriek, feeling him move you so easily. And you’ve never participated in a more brazen act in your entire life, and the whole scenario has your chest heaving. You’re light-headed, dizzy, relying entirely on your senses to keep you grounded.

“That sweet pussy…” Bringing his hands back in, they cup the soft skin of your inner thighs as he grins. “Is it mine, Dove?” And then, he’s whispering into your ear, lips brushing just over the shell. “Do you want it to be mine?”

“Nicolás,” Chest rising with desperate breaths, you can barely bring yourself to look at your reflection. “Yes, I, please t-touch…”

“Oh,” An enticed smirk curls devilishly on his lips, whispering, “Tell me, Dove. Use those dirty words with me.”

“Please touch me.”

Begging for his attention honestly isn’t new to you, but doing so with your legs completely spread for him is a different story. There’s nowhere to hide, he can see every bit of you. You’ve never been more exposed, and you’ve never been more full of excitement.

Two fingers find their way to your sex, slowly and carefully exploring your body. His pointer and middle digits find your lips, parting them to reveal your reddened clit.

“Háblame,” He whispers lovingly into your ear, soft lips pressing to your cheek. (Talk to me)

“W-what, what do you want me to say?” Your lungs can’t seem to sustain your body, eyes glued to the space between your legs. And Nico is no better.

“Anything going on in that beautiful little mind.” He’s breathless, fingers rubbing your labia carefully, firmly.

“I can feel you,” Blurting out the first words that come into your brain seem to make him happy, feeling him grin. “I can feel you beneath me, feel how… hard you are for me.”

“Oh, and I am, Dove. I am so entranced by you…”

Lifting his hand, your head turns, eyes following his movements. Opening his mouth, he swipes his fingers over his tongue before lowering them again, rubbing them into your sex.

“You’re wet…” Again, he parts your lips, fingertip dancing over your clit. It makes you breathless, the way he speaks to you, the way he touches you and treats you. He’s had you in his perfect grip for so long, and now, you finally, finally have him.

The moment is gentle as the two of you almost pause, staring at your spread sex. But then, a shrill gasp, jaw dropping completely as he fully sinks his first digit in.

“Nicolás.”

Naturally, your legs move to close, muscles twitching against him. But he’s on you in an instant, shushing you with gentle noises as he forces your legs apart with his one hand.

“Look,” He offers gently, nodding in the direction of the mirror. “Mira.”(Look)

Doing as he says, you turn your head, witnessing the sight of his finger buried between your legs. Your wetness leaks onto him, your level of arousal an embarrassing sight that flushes your face and neck. And it reminds you of the first time he did it, only a few weeks ago on his kitchen counter…

Lifting his brows slightly, he’s pleased by how easily his finger is able to glide inside. And the way you release such a high moan, the way your fingers curl around his neck to pull him close, makes his heart beat for you from deep inside his chest. Agreeably, he moves closer to you, letting you pull him in.

“Nico,” You whisper, resting your forehead on him.

“Mi princesa,” It comes out of him naturally, his free hand remaining on your back to hold you against him. (My princess)

The thickness of his finger doesn’t compare to yours, it’s not even close. And there’s much more strength in his hands than you’d expected him to have, as well, evidenced by the firm drag of his digit out of your sex before he returns it to your very core.

“Yes,” You whine into his shoulder, your breathing becoming labored against him.

And it’s no different now. He hasn’t touched you in this way since that night, the adrenaline rushing back into your veins like a wild stream finding the sea. There have been gentle touches, wonderful kisses, repeated meetings where you’ve shown him the intimate garments resting just above your skin. But it seems he’s had enough of those incidents. He doesn’t want any more teasing.

With impatience, he pumps his finger into you, hot breaths fanning across your neck as his wet mouth drags over your skin. He can feel the way your walls squeeze him, fluttering around his finger as it repeatedly enters you, spreading you open for him. Lazily, your head falls back, resting on his shoulder while your eyes close. Bliss swims through your system, hips already shifting up toward his touch.

“Mírame,” He then demands, voice growing deep. And by now, the two of you have completely forgotten about that tape. “Watch me touch you.” (Watch me)

Nudging his shoulder, he forces your head up, droopy lids watching him. The mirror is large, decorated in gold plating around the edges. It sits on the floor, resting back against the wall as it creates the perfect image for him.

This decision came easily for the two of you, the tension rising thick and heavy in each and every room. It wasn’t enough to grope the other over their clothes, to claim their mouths with your lips and tongue. You needed more, you both did.

“Cosa perfecta,” He grumbles deeply, words quick and breath hot. “Hecho para mí.” (Perfect thing, made for me)

Reaching back, you wrap your hand around his neck, needing to touch him, cling to him. You wish so fervently that you were facing him. What you crave most when he touches you is his mouth, his taste.

“Nico,” Whining, you turn your head, lifting your chin as you try to reach him. “Bésame.” (Kiss me)

Disregarding your plea, he murmurs to himself, “Let me taste.”

Sliding his finger from your weeping sex, he brings the digit directly to his mouth, lips parting to take it in. He swallows it entirely, sucking sloppily on the sweetness coating it.

“So wet for me… dirty girl, letting me taste it…”

“Nico…”

And then he’s returning with two, shoving them inside and listening to that erotic squish. It’s louder than before, your body reacting so openly to him. The forceful drag of him against your insides has your hips swaying, your legs and stomach tensing.

“It feels good, no?” His voice is so deep and raspy, so sexy. “It’d feel better if it were me.”

You’ve yet to discuss sex, you haven’t even made it past second base yet… technically. But Nico’s intent on pushing those boundaries tonight.

Quicker than before, he removes them again, eyes glued to the shine of them. Vehemently, he sucks them inside, tasting your warm wetness. You can see him in the mirror, his eyes closing in bliss, the soft sounds of his mouth right beside your ear.

“So warm,” That gruff voice rumbles, gasping. “So sweet on my fingers, little one.”

Shuddering against his still covered form, you sigh, feeling goosebumps tingle your skin. He’s still holding you up, sitting upright and supporting you against his chest. The strength Nicolás possesses continues to surprise you.

“Oh…” Contemplating his next words, he decides on, “I’d like a taste.”

Kissing the shell of your ear, he listens to your confused hum. You thought that’s what he’d been doing?

“Just a lick.” He mumbles, pulling his fingers out to rub them over your clit.

Before you can even think to respond, his hands are on your hips, pushing you gently, yet firmly, onto your feet.

“Oh,” Spinning you around to face him, he then drops to his knees. “Nico?”

Your voice is quiet, hands shaking as they reach for his shoulders. Immediately, he’s angling his head upward, left hand cupping the underneath of your thigh and lifting it above it shoulder.

“Baby…”

It’s the closest he’s ever been to your bare sex, the only time he’s ever brought his face to it. And he all but dives in. Feeling your fingers shoot up to his hair, they curl in the thick locks, his lips now sucking yours in. It shocks you, the mere sensation of it, his soft mouth enveloping the space between your legs. He moans into you, the shockwaves vibrating through your center and out through your hips, now twitching in his grasp. Poking his tongue out, he swipes it through your folds, tasting you from the source.

“Oh, amor.” Groaning, the hand on your thigh slides around, palming your ass almost painfully so. (Love)

“N-Nicolás.”

Lifting himself slightly, he attaches his lips to your reddened nub, those baby browns rising to look at you. And just as he’d suspected, you’re looking right back at him. It prompts a shiver to run through your core, lips parting as you witness him in this position. And while holding your gaze, he licks into you again, repeatedly, sensually.

The feeling of this is otherworldly, you’ve never had a man’s mouth here before. You’ve never had a man’s mouth in general before. Timidly, you rock your hips with him, feeling those thick fingers run up and down the length of your thighs while he begins to close his eyes. That arched nose rubs deliciously over your clit while his tongue explores your insides, taste buds washed with your slick. Your face, your neck and chest, your entire body is flush with heat and arousal. A burning desire for him. It’s just so brazen and something you’re not at all used to. But that’s not to say you aren’t enjoying it.

Muffled noises continue to spill from Nico’s mouth, his heated breaths and stiff scruff brushing against the insides of your thighs. And your own noises begin to fill the air, small whines and breathy gasps, low moans you’d never imagined coming from your throat. But he’s reveling in it, giving you all of this for the first time. He’ll be your first, for everything, and maybe even your last.

“Amor,” He repeats, his voice dulled from the sweet flesh of your sex and thighs. “Cum for me.” (Love)

“Nico, I don’t, I…”

“You can,” He interrupts, urging your hips to sit further on his face. “You can.”

He’s pawing at you with those warm and broad hands, touching every part of you that he can. And he grins when your hands fully wrap around the back of his head, your jaw dropping entirely as you wantonly gasp.

Excitement rushes through your veins, your limbs feeling jittery as he lifts you up through this euphoric plane. You’re wondering if you can actually do this, fully give into the feeling while standing like this. But with the way he’s holding you up, you think you’ll be able to if you lean into him…

“Nicolás,” A shrill whine leaves your lips, brows folding up in the center as the feeling consumes your senses.

Dramatically, he moans, eyes closed as it rushes across his tongue. Your arousal drips into his open and waiting mouth, his fervent tongue eager to lap it up. You’re everything he thought you would be. Sweet.

“Mi niña hermosa,” He’s gasping, too, face shiny from you. “Perfecta niña.” (My beautiful girl, perfect girl)

“B-Baby,” Shaking, you lean over him, reaching for the bed.

He can feel the way your legs tremble around his head as he turns to kiss your soft skin, hands still holding onto you dearly. But while Nico is currently portraying himself to be kind, he quickly switches back to demanding.

“Touch me,” He orders breathlessly, crawling out from the space between your legs.

Standing, he pushes you back against the bed, both of you still standing upright. Eagerly, he grabs your face, keeping you in place for him while he seeks out your mouth. His kisses are sloppy and wet, a combination of his saliva and you.

“Touch me, little bird.” His voice is ragged, and he swallows before he again speaks. Reaching toward your hand, he brings it to his crotch, your heart skipping inside your chest. “Put those tiny hands on me.”

“Nicolás…” You say his name so sweetly, so softly, it must be a prayer. A word you’ve known your entire life and been destined to speak into the air.

Your hand falls to his hardened crotch, your lover’s mouth worshiping your own as you palm him with hesitancy. His hand finds your back, supporting you while the other paws at your chest. He’s panting against you, tongue swiping over your bottom lip to turn your kisses filthy.

“Undo it,” Nico mumbles over your mouth, feeling your finger drag over his belt.

Nodding, you manage your way through the buckle and loops, all without looking down or removing your lips from his. He’s insistent, mouth molding to your own like you’re his to take, his to own.

“That’s it…” Nodding, he stares into your eyes. “Now, unzip it.”

You’d like to keep his gaze but find yourself falling forward, asking for more of him. And he complies, feeling your hands continue to do as he says. Once his zipper is down, you take in a strong and steadying breath, reaching into his pants.

“Yes,” Eyes rolling back, he huffs out a heavy breath. “Now, inside. Inside my boxers, pequeña.” He’s shaking, more than ready for you to feel him. (Little one)

“Baby,” Surprisingly, you find him without question, without hesitation. Reaching into his boxers, you grab onto him, lips parting at the thickness of his erection.

“You like?” He asks with a smirk, kissing your cheek.

“I want to see.” Whispering, you grin, glancing down at where he must be.

“On the bed, bonita. Let me take you on the bed.” (Pretty)

Sitting back, you scooch onto his bedding, watching with bated breath. Easily, he slides his trousers down, along with his boxers in one shove. And what you see is breathtaking. His uncut length bobbing slightly in front of you, a thin patch of brown, curly hairs scattering his base. He’s red, so fucking red, and shining from the amount he’s been leaking.

Lifting his shirt, you’re able to see his softened belly, his broad and tanned chest. His arms are sculpted, biceps clearly visible and rounded. And altogether, it’s a beautiful sight, the man that he is.

“Stay.” He orders tenderly, rounding the bed.

At first you’re curious, feeling him climb on behind you. But then you’re looking forward, watching his frame settle right up against you. His chin lowers, resting on your shoulder, before turning his head to kiss you.

“I want you…”

“I want you, Nico.” Nodding, you answer embarrassingly fast, prompting a brief chuckle from him.

Flustered isn’t even the right word, you’re something else entirely when you feel his fingers on your sex again. He rubs your lips with them, watching in the mirror as your plush lips part with a gasp.

“I will take you, sweet Dove. Right here… and here is where you will sleep, yes?”

“Really?” Your heart beats profoundly in your chest. This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Yes.” He nods, rubbing himself into your backside from behind. His hips are slow as he ruts against you, slow and soft. “From now on, this is where you will lay,” And then, he’s positioning himself at your entrance, bulbous head already parting your lips. “With me.”

A sharp gasp, almost a shriek, hits the air as he pushes in, a crying whine then forming on your lips. He shushes you kindly, arms looping around your midsection to hold him close to your warm body. It hurts, stings, and the feeling of fullness doesn’t even remotely resemble what you’re feeling.

“Sh…” He coos, trying desperately to keep his composure. The fact that he’s taking your virginity is making his body shake with arousal. “Do you want me to stop, sweet thing?” Nico then questions, about halfway in.

Shaking your head, you insist he not only stay, but continue. And he does, turning your head so he can kiss you, distract you, from the pain until it melts into pleasure. And that’s exactly what happens as he slides further inside, a shuddering breath echoing into his mouth as he fills you to the brim. When his hips finally meet your backside, settling into the curve of his pelvis, he groans, growls, against your lips.

“Mm,” Whimpering, you rest your forehead against him, gasping for air as he holds your cheek, whispering sweet nothings.

“Beautiful girl, my wonderful thing.” Shaking his head gently, he sighs, closing his eyes. “How does it feel?”

“I,” Chest heaving, you respond with, “I want more.”

And he doesn’t hesitate. He honestly isn’t surprised, he assumed you would. What the two of you have is natural, chemical, you’re both unable to stay away. And that electric zap of passion only grows as he retracts his body, only about halfway before plunging back into your core. His pace becomes languid, thickness dragging against your walls while he listens to your girlish squeaks and tiny pleas. One hand stays wrapped around your waist, and it’s here that you hold onto him, trying to ground yourself in some way.

“Look,” Nico murmurs into your ear, nodding in the direction of the mirror.

The reflection allows you to see yourself in your entirety, body being held up by him, slightly rocked as he fucks himself into you. It washes your entire being with excitement and ecstasy, one hand reaching around to comb through his hair.

“Nico…”

“It feels good, no?”

“Yes.”

For some reason you hadn’t expected him to be so vocal, to exude so many grunts and groans while experiencing you in this way. But he does, releasing his sounds of passion openly as he repeatedly claims you, desecrating your virgin cunt with his own, twisted sense of righteousness. And he growls while he does it, taking what is his.

Grinning, your breath leaves you as you say, “You like to watch, don’t you?”

Now this does surprise him, you earning the nerve to tease. Deep, dark orbs meet yours in the mirror, a sinister smirk finding place on his lips.

“You know I do.” His voice is low, a tone you’ve yet to hear from him. “I’d do anything to see you topless again by the pool. Filthy girl, touching yourself, out in the open for anyone to see…”

“I wanted you to see.”

“Mierda.” It’s immediate, the words seethed through those plump lips. “You’re going to make this too quick, little thing.” (Fuck)

“I don’t care,” Shaking your head, you can already feel your body going limp, limbs exhausted from this much adrenaline. “I want it.”

“You want my cum?” He asks, genuinely clarifying. He also wants to hear you say it.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then tell me. Say it to me.” By now, his hips are slapping against your backside, diving deep and punching against the brightest spot of your insides.

“Nico,” Whining, you swallow, trying to work up the nerve. “I want your cum.”

“Ngh,” Forcefully, he grunts, holding onto you tightly. “I will cum, pequeña, right inside your precious cunt. Mi preciosa niña, I will make it mine.” (My precious girl)

Words float from your mind as he declares this right, his length throbbing inside. He’s enjoying you thoroughly, body finally giving in to the ecstasy you bring. It floods from him easily, freely, his spend into your center. It coats your walls, the stickiness of his cum clinging to your inner skin. It’s warm, he’s warm, and he grinds into you as it happens. Nico’s entire body shudders, both arms securing to your midsection and hugging you tightly to him. And you let him, turning your head to kiss his scruffy cheek while his mouth hangs open, moans floating freely from him.

“Amor,” Sweetly, you grin, pressing yourself back into him. (Love)

“Amor,” He instantly returns, moving to capture your lips in the most passionate kiss. “Mi amor.” (Love, My love)

“Tape forty-six, June tenth. It is exactly eight o’clock in the morning, though I’ve been up for some time. Lately, my body has risen with the sun, awaiting the day’s arrival with eager impatience. It is to see her, I have no doubt.”

Even now, he wants to hurry this along. He has breakfast with you.

“She is quite the clever thing.” He looks down at his fidgeting hands, smiling. “Helping to compose my symphonies. She provokes feeling within me, incredible bouts of passion filling my soul. And to have her in my music room, to have her with me… her presence both calms and excites me.”

Last week, he’d invited you into his artistic space for the very first time, insisting upon it, actually. He wanted you to see where he creates, admitting that the thought of you has been filling this space.

“She has accepted me… wholeheartedly.” Even after the emotional roller coaster he’s put you through, you feel for him, still. You truly do. “What a radiant beam of light.”

Downstairs, he can hear you, dishes clanking lightly in the kitchen as you prepare your morning meal. He wonders what you’re making today. Possibly fruit-filled oatmeal? Or maybe toast with eggs? One day you’d even prepared a charcuterie board for him, maybe you’ll do that again. And while your continuation of duties has made him feel… strange, he’s made sure to express this change to you, now that you’ve slept in his bed. You’re his, you’re no longer here to serve him.

Wandering downstairs, he decides it’s time to see you. He can smell meat cooking, likely bacon. And just as his feet hit the bottom step, the sound of the toaster’s timer goes off, and he can hear you cutting something.

“Amor?” He calls softly to you, and even though he hasn’t said it to you yet, that’s what you are to him. His love.

“Buenos días, hermoso.” You return kindly, easily, looking up at him from the cutting board. (Good morning, beautiful)

Your compliment influences the rosy color on his cheeks. Strolling over to you, he asks what you’re making, moving to stand behind you. The two of you have grown rather comfortable with each other, so much so that he wraps his arms around your midsection, resting his chin on your shoulder, too.

“Breakfast BLT’s.” You respond, smiling giddily. It feels so good to have him this close, to feel his warm body against you, holding you. Especially after being so close with him last night.

“Interesting,” He notes, kissing your cheek before walking to the table. “You’ve never made that before.”

“Do you not like it?” Worried, you turn to him, stopping your actions. You’d been cutting the lettuce.

But he only grins, sitting down at the table while admiring you. “I very much do.”

In all truth, he’s never had this type of sandwich for breakfast before. But you're making it, so of course he likes it. After all, you’d put so much time and effort in curating this meal, how could he not enjoy it?

“It’ll be ready soon, maybe another five minutes or so.”

“Take your time, bonita.” Nicolás sighs, folding open the newspaper you’d set out for him. Grabbing his reading glasses from his jacket pocket, he props them on the bridge of his nose. “We have nothing but time.” (Pretty)

With a giddy smirk, you return to your previous actions, grabbing the bread from the toaster as you begin to compose the sandwiches. Your gentle hum prompts a smirk on your lover’s face, eyes glancing up from his paper to watch you. He’s in love, he can no longer deny it. And he hasn’t since that night, the night he brought you to your first high. From that day on, he’s been openly affectionate, sweet and kind, praising you endlessly while giving you firm hugs and gentle kisses on your cheeks. He’d gotten into the habit of giving you goodnight kisses, too, before your first night in bed together.

“All done!” With a smile on your face, you bring Nico his food, setting both plates before him on the table.

“Gracias, hermosa.” Happily, he welcomes you, your small frame perching on his lap. (Thank you, beautiful)

Those wonderfully soft lips press to your skin, your cheek plump from your grin. “How did you sleep?”

“In truth?” He asks, taking a tip from his glass. You’d squeezed the oranges yourself. “Better than I have in a long time.” Looping an arm around your midsection, he holds you against him, nose brushing over your neck. “A long time.”

After he’d taken you the previous night, he cared for you. Cleaning you, kissing you, clothing you. It’s as though you were the most fragile thing, a delicate doll and all his to care for. And when you were both clean and cozy, he held you, pulling you into his chest with his arms encircling your body. Your breaths are what lulled him to sleep, his soft snores doing the same for you. His scent filled your being, his body a warm and welcoming embrace as you drifted off to sleep. And waking beside him was even better, watching the sun rise over his sleeping face.

“Oh, my love,” He sighs, taking his first bite.“Increíble.” (Incredible)

“Really?” Pleasantly surprised, you thrive from his praise. Even before you became overtly affectionate, his compliments were always important to you.

“Absolutely. You are a better cook than me!”

“Well, it doesn’t take much to accomplish that.” You grin, taking a bite of your own.

Admiring you from the side, he watches you eat, relaxing in peace. The presence of your weight against him is calming, something he’d appreciate even in his sleep.

“How did you sleep?”

“Really well,” A timid smile washes over your face, shy eyes glancing down at your plate. “I loved the way you held me.”

“Hm,” He purrs, almost too enthusiastically. “Would you like me to do it again tonight?” Whispering into your ear, he can practically feel the goosebumps crawling along your skin.

“Yes, please.”

Purring pleasantly, he rubs your back, thinking of spending another night with you again. He hopes to spend many more by your side. He also hopes you’re aware of that.

“What are you wearing tonight?” He wonders aloud, eager for his newest home gallery.

“I have a long gown, a lilac color.”

“And shoes?”

“White heels.”

“Heels?” He responds, raising his brows. “I’d love to see those on you.”

“Well, you will tonight, hermoso.” With a sweet smile, you press your lips to his cheek, standing from your seat. (Beautiful)

And while you may appear collected, you’re dying on the inside. Tonight will be the first time you’re introduced to his friends as more than a mere maid, a guest in his home. Nico has found quite a sense of pride when it comes to you. What was once cowardice, has now thrived into a full and blossoming love. He no longer has reservations with you.

The atmosphere is thick with ideas, with existential realism and artistic technique. When you were considered a maid, you had little to no worries about meeting his friends. They had no effect on you. But now? They have every effect on you. What happens if they don’t like you? Will it affect your relationship with Nicolás? Will he no longer see you the same?

Smoothing your hands over your dress, you take in your appearance back in your own room again. The silk material fits nicely along your body, and feels so soft against your skin. A small string ties the neckline together, resting just above your cleavage. And the hem of it reaches just past your knees. It’s a simple gown, but your heels dress it up a bit. Glossy and dazzling and brand new, the white of them shining on your feet. At least you know he’ll be happy with what you chose.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, you gather yourself with each step, listening to the crowd mingling on the first floor. And amongst them, you can hear your love, discussing something about politics. Something you’re far less than interested in.

And so, your first excuse to sneak off to the kitchen. Immediately though, murmurs and eyes follow you. The people that had been here and seen you before have never seen so much skin on you. And you’re unsure if they’re taking it well.

Reaching for the nearest bottle of wine, you grab yourself a glass, making yourself comfortable in the breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen. Luckily, only a few people are in here, and just to pick at the charcuterie boards that had been prepared and put out for them by the chef. And while they look more than appetizing, you’d rather hide in the corner here.

“Dear?” A woman approaches, to your dismay. “I need my glass filled, please.”

“Oh, I’m not, um, I’m not in charge of those services tonight.”

“Of course you are,” She nearly laughs, “You’re the maid; I’ve met you before, darling.”

All at once, you’re wishing you’d never even come down here. What are you supposed to say to that? Nope, I’m no longer the maid. I’m fucking him now.

“Um, let me… I’ll go find Nico.” Feigning a polite smile, you scoot away, watching her face twist in either disgust or confusion. Probably both.

Bringing your liquid courage with you, your steps eventually find him, the man of the hour. Usually, you’d be glancing at every piece of art you could get your eyes on - they were always spectacular sights. But right now, you’re hurrying your way through the crowd, following the sound of his voice, which is still discussing something political.

While walking up to him, you’re reminded of the man that he is. The way he stands is tall, proud, his smile broad as he speaks to his colleagues and friends. He holds quite the influence over this crowd, due to his intelligence and expertise. What a magnificent man, you think to yourself, smiling. You’ve never met someone with so much depth.

“Ah,” He then says, turning in your direction. You assumed he couldn’t see you yet. “My little bird.” His eyes rake over your form, turning hungry. He can’t wait to tear that from your body tonight.

“Hi,” Bashfully, you give him a little wave walking up to his side.

“Gentleman,” Nico grins, arm reaching to you. “This is my dove.”

Smiling politely, they nod, unsure of this new introduction. “Your… maid, Nicolás?”

“My love,” He corrects, a sweet smile remaining on his face. Wrapping his arm around your lower back, he hugs you to his side, kissing your head. “No longer in my service.”

“You’re romantically involved?” A colleague clarifies, brows raising.

“We are.” Comes his simple response, guiding you over to an armchair that he chooses as his seat. Both hands then find your hips, bringing you down to him.

“She’s… this is…”

“New.” A friend finishes, eyeing you. “Excuse us, Nico.”

Nodding, he brushes their surprised responses off, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes. His hand gently pets at your side, those soft lips leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“You look stunning tonight.”

“You really think so?” Grinning bashfully, you look down, curling in on yourself.

“Of course, I do. With your makeup done, donning your hair so prettily… wearing clothes so sheer I can see your nipples…” Clearly, he’s becoming lost in thought as his eyes drift down.

“You, you can?!” Eyes zipping down, you stare in shock. How had you not noticed that?!

“Yes,” He hums, grinning happily. “I love it.” And he wants to lift his hand, brush it across your chest and watch the perkiness of your tits harden beneath his touch. But his surrounding guests keep him from doing it.

“Are you, you’re not upset?”

Frowning, he looks into your eyes, deep concern showing. “Why would I be?”

“Your friends… they don’t seem to like me.” Laughing nervously, your eyes avoid him, worried of what he might be thinking.

“Amor,” Fingers on your chin direct you back to him. “I like you.” He emphasizes, and then words are spoken that you’d never expected to hear. “I love you.”

“Nicolás,” Reaching up to cup his face, you breathe out a timid smile, staring at him. “I love you.” And for the first time, you’re truly starting to picture this as your new life.

#nico #birds of a feather series #house comes with a bird #nico x you #nico x reader #nico x female reader #nico smut #nico fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic

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Impulsive

A Nico (House Comes With A Bird) Fan Fic

I have been very impulsive really with doing stuff. It’s not like me & I was trying to think which Pedro character that could work with & then I remembered Nico… we know little about him… he seems Romantic but also if he decides on something he does it first & then asks questions later, so I picked him

Synopsis: Your not happy that Nico has made some big decisions that you didn’t agree on but how can you ever stay angry at a man with those eyes.

Word count 1500

Warnings: Do not read if under 18. Mentions of sex, anger, venting, make up sex, impulsive behaviour, angst. A small amount of swearing.not listening.

I tried to write this gender natural again, so I hope I did it okay.

As always that’s for the read peoples. All fees back is welcome.

You’re angry, very angry. Your other half Nico has just assumed your happy to not just move in with him to see if your relationship can withstand being in the same house as him all the time, but he’s automatically, being the confident self assured impulsive man he is, has put both his house & your apartment on the market without even consulting you.

Most people would jump for joy when their partner after 9 months asks them to move in. But he’s rash & he’s impulsive & he’s just gone straight to the estate agents & put your own property on the market without you knowing. It was awkward walking into your apartment while as the estate agent is busy taking photos without your knowledge.

You shouted at Nico once they had left. His self confidence & charm drew you to him at the bar that night. You were desperate to feel any man at all, if you were honest but the one who stayed & didn’t just up & leave once the deed was done was a novelty to you. Him staying around & him waiting on your every word, had you pining for more & more. & suddenly the stay overs became regular, along with the dates & now the occasional weekend away. He really is your perfect man. Except for his impulsive nature which pisses you off 30% of the time. Sometimes it’s just not needed.

Since that day you’ve seen Nico once, for dinner & then sex afterwards, which neither of you put that much effort into, it wasn’t even make up sex, it was just because you both thought you should but neither of you felt a thing. He, in one Impulsive move, as extinguished your fire & passion for him. You still talk & you still really want to be with him, but you need him to realise that this impulsive behaviour, does sometimes go a little bit too far.

You know he’s been house viewing today. He did ask you to come with him on the phone last night but you said at such short notice you couldn’t get the time off work, but you would be interested to see what he likes at a second & third viewing, trying desperately to show to him that things can take time & they don’t have to always be right here right now snap decisions. But you know full well that whoever is showing Nico around whatever house it is will be under his charm straight away. It worked with you after all & you feel a little jealous that someone else will experience this.

The day passes at work, not one voice mail or text or message to say how the viewing went or how did he feel about each of the properties. Nothing, nothing at all. You send him a couple of standard slightly angry partner messages to him to show you’re still not happy but you know why he did that messages, across the day. You sit there waiting for a reply but it just says delivered & then read.

When you get in your car to drive home from work to your little apartment, it comes up with 4 voice mails, all in the last 25 minutes. You don’t even hesitate. You put the aux cable on to listen to them through your car while on your drive back.

Message 1

Babes, house 1 & 2 are duds, there’s no point putting an offer on either of them. I’m still going to go to house 3 so I will send you the details on them so we can talk later. Love you x

Message 2

Do you want a pet bird? I’ve just got here & they have said the bird has to stay with the house, which is weird? Let me know when you get this babes xx

Message 3

I’ve just walked around this house my love & just imagined all the different scenarios we could have here, from having the iced water, to the large fire for making love in front of in the winter & the pool outside, which yes I dipped me toes in & it was freezing, but it just felt right

Fire & water have to coexist so they appreciate the earth.

That’s a bad analogy I know

0kay, please just call me when you’ve got this, I…. I miss your voice

Message 4

Did I do something else to piss you off? your not responding to my messages like you usually do? Oooh it’s Wednesday tho isn’t it… I’ll buy you some wine.

Those are Nicos 4 message. You listen to them intently as you drive home & go to reply when he sends a voice note. “Can I come over?” Is all it says to which you reply of “course my love” knowing you’re only 5mins out. Which then makes you freak out a few mins later when you pull up & see his car always parked outside. He was already here waiting for you before you had said yes.

Nico is waiting outside your apartment door. You know he has access to the spare key in the box, that’s how the estate agents got in, but he hasn’t. He’s got flowers & wine in his hand & a shy apologetic look on his face. You are trying to keep your guard up so he knows you still feel hurt, but with those big brown eyes looking so soft & sad, it’s impossible to not forgive him. That’s why you’ve avoided him, because you know you will instantly let him off the hook for what he did.

“Sorry” he says shyly, the impulsive charmer has gone. Standing in front of you is a sorry boy “say it again Nico” you say as you put your keys in the door & open it. He takes your hand with his spare & leans into your neck from behind & whispers “I’m so sorry, I just got carried away” the smile on your face is huge, playing hard ball has made him all apologetic. Once you are both the other side of the door & it is locked, dinner for the two of you isn’t even considered. The flowers & bottle of wine placed on the table as you take Nico to the bedroom to reignite his impulsive fire.

Your moaning from his charm & passion would make your neighbour feel jealous. Every trace across your body with his long fingers, makes you want more. The way you rock in unison as he takes care of both your needs. His fluffy hair slowly sticking to his face from sweat, & yet he makes sure that yours isn’t covering your face so he can look into your eyes as the desire grows. He wants this. He needs this & he knows that with each thrust between you before you both climax makes you both fall for each other even more. He’s needy & you want it all. The passion, the desire, the lust. He just makes all these emotions over flow inside you & at your most intimate & sensitive moments together, makes you forget that there is a world outside of your bedroom walls.

While you lay in the afterglow & pepper Nicos neck with kisses, apologising to him as well for being angry, he shows you house number 3. It’s perfect but a little large. “Do we need all that space baby” you coo & beam a grin back to his face. “I think we do, I’d like this to be our forever home” this startles you a little but makes your butterflies flutter inside you. “A forever home?” “Well I wanted to say that earlier but thought it would be a little too impulsive after everything that we discussed the other day, I didn’t want to put you in another bad mood” his large hand traces over your shoulder “so what do you say my love, would you like this to be our forever?” Yous lips answer for you, as they collide with his & you pull him back in close. “Never change baby, Keep being impulsive, just let me know major things, when you think of them” he kisses you back & his hand trails down your body “deal baby, but sex doesn’t count as a big decision right?” He winks before he starts to engage in round two. Both your fires reignited, your passion & love for each other alive, & your impulses being taken care of.

#fanfic #my fics #smutt #pedro pascal #no minors #Nico #Nico fan fic #house comes with a bird #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters

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