#nick leister imagine

[evermoresversion]

Your hand turned the page you were reading in your magazine while Nick spent some time in the waves.

“But what a beauty I just found.” You looked up and watched your boyfriend grab his towel to dry his hair.

“Mr. Leister, how hot you look today.” You teased and he leaned down to take your chin between his index finger and thumb, kissing you softly.

“You're not far behind, precious.” You smiled and as he settled on the cot next to you, you closed the magazine and grabbed the sunscreen.

“Could you...?” He immediately nodded and positioned himself behind you. He poured a little of the product into his hands and began to spread it on your back, making you hum while you enjoyed the massage he began to give you and at the end, he gave your rear a small pat.

“Ready, love. Would you like to go swimming? The water is just the way you like it.”

You nodded and before you could even think about moving, he took you into his arms and started walking towards the sea.

“Put me down!” You laughed and he hummed negatively.

“No way.” In the end he lowered you into the sea, it reaching your waist making you cling to his body due to the sudden change in temperature. “I don't dislike this, huh.”

Nick laughed as his hands explored the entire length of your waist and back.

“You're out of your mind.” You giggled and kissed him lovingly.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[jammysworks]

smut below the cut

18+ MDNI

warning: p in v, ass grabbing, manhandling, oral mentioning (fem! receiving), jealous nick leister, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ladies and gentlemen), language

∞︎︎

“you’re so fucking needy, amor.” nick belted out through a groan. “grabbing onto him like that,” he continued as your figure began to squirm and moan underneath of him “you just can’t help yourself, huh? you got so wet at just the thought of me finding you begging to get your pussy ate by some imbécil.” he was so mad but all you wanted was his attention. he was just too busy with getting ready to race that he forgot about his girls needs. “mierda, stop squirming and take it.” he said as he gripped onto your left ass cheek toying with the flesh while his cock pounded into your sopping wet pussy. mewls and whines erupted from you; your back arching into a perfect u shape, your chest laying flat against his. grabbing onto his back seeming to be the only thing keeping you from slipping from reality. little did you know your nails were digging into the skin beneath, causing tiny droplets of blood to drip down. this infliction only seeming to stir him on more as he began going faster with his movements.

i got really lazy with this one, but improved work is on it’s way!! <3

[twistedreads]

Are you gonna stay the night? — Nick Leister

summary— It’s your first time spending the night over Nick’s house since you guys started dating. What could go wrong?

Black Fem reader x Nick Leister My fault: London

warnings— none really, cute, lovey

a/n— I don’t know why I haven’t seen stories about Nick from my fault London, he’s literally so fine.

Masterlist

The smell of tomato sauce and freshly chopped basil fills Nick’s sleek kitchen as you lean against the counter, watching him struggle with the dough. His golden-brown hands, dusted with flour, press into the soft mixture as he furrows his brows in concentration.

“This is harder than it looks,” he mutters in his distinct British accent, his dark curls bouncing as he glances up at you. The frosted tips of his hair catch the warm glow of the kitchen lights, making him look effortlessly attractive.

You giggle, rolling up your sleeves and stepping beside him. “You’re acting like this is rocket science. It’s just dough.”

He scoffs, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me, love, but I didn’t see you volunteering to knead this. Your job is just standing there lookin’ sexy.”

You roll your eyes playfully before reaching over, pressing your hands into the dough with his. The warmth of his skin meets yours, and for a moment, you both pause, realizing how close you are. His eyes flicker to yours, a small smirk tugging at his lips before he leans in. “If you wanted to hold my hand, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

You huff, shoving him with your hip, and he lays a smack on your ass, making you let out an unexpected yelp.

“Shut up and focus.”

You both continue working side by side, stretching and spinning the dough—well, you try to spin it, but it ends up flopping onto the counter in a very ungraceful fashion. Nick bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach.

“That was tragic. Absolutely tragic.”

“Okay, since you’re such a pro, you do it.” You cross your arms, challenging him.

With an arrogant smirk, he grabs the dough and attempts to toss it in the air. And just like fate had written it, it lands right on his head.

Your laughter echoes through the kitchen as he stands there, dough draped over his curls, looking absolutely ridiculous. He peels it off and glares at you, but the twinkle in his eyes gives away his amusement.

“You think that’s funny, yeah?”

“I know it’s funny.” You double over, wiping a tear from your eye.

Nick hums, a mischievous glint flashing across his face before he reaches for the bag of flour and—before you can react—puffs a handful at you. The fine white powder explodes into the air, coating your black tank top and shorts.

You gasp. “Nickolas Leister, I know you didn’t just—”

Before you can finish, he has already darted to the other side of the kitchen, laughing. “Oh, I did.”

It’s war. You grab the bag and chase him around the island, flicking flour at him while he dodges, knocking over a bottle of olive oil in the process.

After a good five minutes of absolute chaos, you finally call a truce, panting as you survey the mess you’ve made.

“Okay, this is a disaster,” you admit, brushing flour from your hair.

Nick grins, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe. But we had fun, yeah?” His thumb traces lazy circles on your hip.

You smile, leaning into his touch. “Yeah, we did.”

Eventually, you get back to making the food, watching a TikTok video step by step as you add toppings to the dough before sliding it into the oven.

When the timer goes off, you pull the pizza out, letting it cool for a moment before cutting into it. The crust is golden, the cheese perfectly melted, and the smell alone has your mouth watering.

Nick grabs a slice, handing it to you before taking one for himself. You exchange a glance, almost nervous.

“Moment of truth,” he mutters.

You nod, holding the slice up dramatically. “If we poisoned ourselves, at least we go out together.”

He smirks. “Romantic.”

At the same time, you both take your first bites.

Silence.

Then, you slowly turn to look at each other, your eyes widening as the flavors hit.

“Wait…” you mumble, mouth still full. “This is actually—”

“—fire,” Nick finishes, voice filled with genuine shock.

“We snapped,” you gasp.

Nick nods in agreement. “Nah, we bodied this. We might as well open a restaurant.”

Without thinking, you both put your pizza down and smack a victorious high-five, laughing as the sound echoes through the kitchen.

Nick leans back in his chair, taking another bite. “This is dangerous, love. We cook like this, I might just wife you up.”

You grin, chewing. “Say less. ‘Cause I could eat this every day.”

He shakes his head, reaching over to steal a piece from your slice.

“Oi!” You swat his hand.

“Sharing is caring, innit?” he teases, dodging your glare.

The next few minutes are spent feeding each other bites, laughing when Nick deliberately gives you too big of a piece, nearly making you choke. He just sits there, smirking as you glare at him.

After dinner, you both head upstairs to his bathroom for a shower. Stripping from your clothes, you step inside. Steam curls around you as hot water rains down, enveloping you in warmth. Underneath the sound of the shower, you can still hear Nick humming softly, his accent making the tune sound even sweeter.

Reaching for the bottle of shampoo, you squeeze a generous amount into your palm. “Turn around,” you murmur, motioning for him to face away.

Nick arches a brow but obeys, water cascading down his golden-brown skin. His hair, usually fluffy and styled, is now damp and weighed down.

“You’re gonna wash my hair for me?” he asks, amused.

You nod, running your fingers through his curls, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. “Yeah. You got all that flour in it from earlier.”

He lets out a low, satisfied hum, closing his eyes. “Mm, I could get used to this.”

You giggle. His shoulders relax under your touch as you work the lather through his thick curls. When you gently scratch his scalp with your nails, he lets out the softest sigh.

“Feels good?” you tease.

“Too good.” His voice is practically a purr.

Once you rinse the shampoo out, he turns to face you, droplets of water running down his sharp jawline. His hands find your waist, pulling you close. “Your turn,” he murmurs, reaching for the shampoo.

You let him tilt your head back under the stream as he starts working it into your deep, dark curls. His fingers are gentle, slow, his touch sending tiny shivers down your spine.

“‘M I doin’ it right?” he asks, lips quirking up at the corners.

You nod, closing your eyes. “Yeah… it feels nice.”

His hands move in soothing circles, warmth spreading through you. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then another, just above your brow.

“You smell good,” he murmurs, voice low.

You smile, cracking one eye open. “It’s the shampoo, dummy.”

He chuckles. “Nah. It’s just you.”

Your face warms—not from the water, but from the way he’s looking at you.

As he rinses your hair, his fingers brush over your cheeks, tilting your chin up so he can press a lingering kiss to your lips. It’s slow, sweet, the kind of kiss that makes your knees feel weak.

“Careful,” you mumble against his lips. “You’re tryna make me fall in love with you or something?”

He smirks, brushing a wet curl from your face. “Too late for that, sweetheart.”

You laugh, flicking water at him playfully. “Okay, smooth talker, finish helping me rinse.”

By the time you step out, wrapped in fluffy towels, your heart is so full it feels like it might burst.

“I think that might’ve been my new favorite shower,” Nick murmurs, pressing a final kiss to your shoulder.

You grin, nudging him. “Good. ‘Cause I plan on making you wash my hair every time now.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re annoying, you know that?”

You wink at him through the mirror. “And you love it.”

“Yeah,” he admits, pulling you close. “I really do.”

After drying off, you pull out two face masks from your bag. “Here. These will make our skin glow.”

Nick eyes the packet suspiciously, then looks at you. “You’re tryin’ to turn me into a beauty influencer?”

You snort. “Shut up and put it on.”

Reluctantly, he peels the mask open and presses it to his face, his expression twisting as the cool gel touches his skin. “This feels weird.”

“You look great,” you reassure him, snapping a picture before he can protest.

He peeks over your shoulder. “Oi! Let me see.”

You turn your phone to show him, and he shakes his head. “Nah, that’s mad. You’re not posting that.”

Laughing, you take a few more selfies together, making ridiculous faces before finally settling down. As the masks set, you decide to bake cookies, with Nick stealing bites of dough until you smack his hand away.

When the cookies are ready, you curl up on the couch with a plate, flipping through Netflix until you settle on Bad Boys for Life.

“Oooh,” you grin when Armando comes on screen. “That man is fine.”

Nick scoffs, pulling you closer. “Seriously?”

“What? He is.”

He makes a face. “He’s not even that good-looking.”

You smirk, turning to him. “Honestly… you kinda look like him.”

Nick blinks, then sits up slightly. “Wait, do I?”

You hum, dragging your fingers through his curls. “Mmhmm. You both got the curly hair, the jawline, the whole broody-but-still-pretty-boy thing.”

Nick smirks, clearly pleased. “Well, if that’s the case, you should be callin’ me fine.”

You roll your eyes. “I do, dummy.”

Satisfied, he pulls you back against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

As the movie plays on, your eyelids grow heavy. You don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until Nick shifts, lifting you into his arms and carrying you upstairs.

“Nick,” you mumble sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Shh, I got you.”

He lays you down in bed, sliding in beside you. Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, he brushes a stray hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle.

“Tonight was fun,” he murmurs.

You nod, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “It was perfect.”

Nick leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. His fingers caress your waist as he deepens it slightly before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Sleep, love,” he whispers.

With your fingers intertwined, warm beneath the covers, you drift off, wrapped in the comfort of each other.

[loafysainz]

The Royal Party | LN 4

lando norris!polo athlete x readers!princess x nick leister

warn: smut 18+, jealousy, posessive

fc: pinterest

prev chap

The grand ballroom of the palace was a spectacle of luxury, glittering chandeliers casting a golden glow over the sea of aristocrats, celebrities, and athletes mingling in their finest attire. The annual royal gala was an event of the highest prestige, a gathering of the elite where appearances mattered more than reality.

Y/N knew she looked good. No, scratch that—she looked fucking divine. The dress was designed to make a statement: elegant with just enough allure to have heads turning. And turn they did.

Lando knew it, too.

From the moment she stepped into the ballroom, his eyes hadn’t left her. Seated at the far end of the grand hall, drink in hand, jaw tight—watching. Brooding. The sharp tuxedo he wore did little to hide the barely restrained fury simmering beneath the surface.

And the reason for that fury?

Nick fucking Leister.

The golden boy of the British aristocracy. Polished, charming, and, most annoyingly, the man everyone thought was Y/N’s perfect match. He was the kind of man you married—on paper, at least. Royal lineage, wealth, and an effortless charisma that had the entire ballroom swooning.

Including Y/N.

Or at least, that’s what it looked like.

Lando clenched his glass tighter, watching the way Nick leaned in, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh. The sight of her smiling at another man made his blood boil. He wanted to tear that fucking smile off Nick’s face, wanted to grab Y/N and remind her exactly who she belonged to.

Nick wasn’t stupid. He could feel Lando’s stare burning into him, but he didn’t care. In fact, he enjoyed it. With a smirk, he raised his glass in Lando’s direction—a taunt, a challenge.

Big fucking mistake.

Lando set his drink down and moved, weaving through the crowd with purpose. The chatter and music became white noise as he closed the distance between them.

Y/N noticed him too late. One second, she was smiling at Nick, and the next, a firm hand was wrapping around her wrist.

“Lando—”

He ignored her, his grip unyielding as he turned to Nick.

“Back off, man.” Lando said, voice deceptively calm.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Lando took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “Walk away. Now.”

Nick chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t get to decide who she talks to.”

Lando smirked, but there was nothing amused about it. “I do, actually. She’s mine.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, feeling the tension radiating off him. People were starting to notice, eyes flickering toward the scene unfolding.

Nick scoffed. “That’s funny. Because from where I’m standing, she doesn’t look like she belongs to anyone.”

That did it.

Before anyone could react, Lando grabbed Nick by the collar, yanking him closer until they were nose to nose. His voice dropped and lethal.

“Listen to me, you privileged little shit,” Lando growled. “You’re not even in the same fucking league as me. So don’t fool yourself into thinking you have a chance.”

Nick’s smirk faltered just slightly. “You’re insane.”

Lando chuckled darkly. “No, I’m just not stupid enough to let someone else take what’s mine.”

Y/N’s heart pounded. This was getting out of hand. She stepped between them, pressing her hands against Lando’s chest, trying to create space. “Lando, stop,” she whispered.

Lando didn’t move, his jaw tightening, his eyes still locked on Nick like he was seconds away from throwing a punch.

Nick scoffed, adjusting his jacket. “I’ll take that as my cue to leave.”

Y/N exhaled, relieved.

“But we can continue this conversation tomorrow,” Nick added, eyes flicking back to her. “Right, Y/N?”

Lando stiffened. His entire body went rigid, his grip tightening around her waist possessively.

Y/N cursed silently. “Nick, just go.”

Nick smirked. “See you soon, sweetheart.”

Lando nearly lunged, but Y/N quickly placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her instead. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice soft, pleading. “Not here. Please.”

The room was watching. Murmurs spread through the crowd, eyes locked on them. Y/N subtly pressed a hand against Lando’s arm, signaling for him to leave first.

His eyes flickered between her and Nick before finally exhaling sharply. He leaned in, lips brushing against her ear. “You have five minutes,” he murmured darkly. “Then you find me.”

And with that, he turned and left.

The moment Y/N found him again, he didn’t waste time.

Lando pulled her into a darkened hallway, pressing her against the nearest wall. His hands were rough, desperate, tracing her curves like he needed to remind himself she was real, that she was his.

“You think it’s fucking funny?” he growled, his lips ghosting over her jaw. “Talking to him like that?”

Y/N gasped as his teeth grazed her neck, sucking just enough to leave a mark. “I was just trying to diffuse the situation—”

“Bullshit.” His fingers traced up her thigh, pushing her dress aside. “You like making me crazy, don’t you?”

Y/N gasped, her hands flying to grab his wrist, stopping him before he could go any further. “Lando, please,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “Don’t be crazy. This is a public place.”

Lando let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You think I give a fuck?” His eyes burned into hers, dark and unrelenting. “You fucking hurt me, Y/N.”

His grip tightened slightly, frustration rolling off him in waves. “You stand there, laughing with him, letting him think he has a chance. Like I’m nothing.”

“Lando—”

“No,” he snapped, his control slipping. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to fucking toy with me.”

Before she could respond, his lips crashed onto hers again, harder, rougher. A desperate, punishing kiss, full of anger and something deeper—something darker.

Neither of them noticed the faint click of a phone camera nearby.

Someone had been watching.

And this? This was about to become a scandal.

[imperfectlyperfect78]

Can some of u amazing writers write for Matthew Broome or his version of nick leister. Hes so handsome I need more of him.

[amnesique]

Hi! Can you write a possessive Nick Leister imagine?

oh, mami — nicholas leister

the music was roaring in the speakers, people were whistling and cheering, so that the sound of the car wheels accelerating on the asphalt could barely be heard in all this chaos.

this is how one of the illegal car races was described. the car races where all the four gangs of the city used to be present, with the well-known son of a billionaire, nicholas leister, and the dangerous ronnie being the centre of the attention.

nicholas revved the engine, and the members of his gang, the red one, whistled for him once more.

you rolled your eyes, and fed up with the lead the leister young man had on your gang member, the blue ones, you placed your hands on the cheeks of another member of your gang and pulled him into a sensual kiss, just as the red car of that one rival passed by you, causing him to clench his jaw and lose his concentration. nicholas leister would never admit it, but he let you, a member of one of the opposing gangs, get under his skin.

you continued to kiss him and and cling onto his body, under the watchful eye of nicholas, who barely managed to get back on track, only after losing his lead.

his jaw was still clenched and he imagined how many ways he could kill the one you had the courage to kiss and touch him, as he pressed the accelerator without a second thought.

meanwhile, lion, his right hand, started yelling at him, cursing, trying anything, just to get his attention. and all in vain.

after all this time, the blue gang had managed to win a race with the famous leader of the red gang, and that was only because of you.

you pulled back, grinning satisfied with your plan, and walked away from the boy in front of you, walking away, not before giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder and a playful wink.

you took a walk by yourself where you knew you'd find a toilet, and after you got out of it, you were suddenly pulled and pressed against a wall by a much stronger and better-built body than yours, a man's body.

and before you could make any sound or see anything in the darkness that surrounded you, a hand made contact with your lips, blocking your cries from being heard.

the man you were glued to moved his mouth to your ears. "i don't think this was the smartest move on your part, what do you say?" he whispered to you.

at the sound of his voice you shuddered to the core and your toes curled involuntarily, feeling your knees weaker than they were minutes ago.

you knew that voice all too well.

when he realized you had no intention of yelling anymore, the man freed you and he took a few steps back, looking down on you due to the height difference.

"nick," you whispered his name in disbelief.

"in the flesh, love," he said, full of himself, and moved closer to you again, enough to put his hand on your waist and press lightly. "how did you allow that loser to kiss those lips that belong to me?" he asked you, his free hand casually touching your bottom lip.

you quickly turned your head, making him withdraw his hand. "i wear the blues bandana, nicholas. you have no right to mess with me."

he chuckled, amused by your remark, and glared at you. "that hasn't stopped me in the past," he began and moved his head to the area between your neck and collarbone, leaving soft wet kisses at the base of your neck, "and it won't stop me now either."

a faint sound, like a silent plea, left your lips as they felt his other hand on your waist as well.

"it should," you said in a weak voice, weighing the option of pouncing him and walking away from him or the option of begging him to make you feel pleasure again, as only he had managed to do.

he moved away from your neck, only to make a disapproving sound, then to moving from your neck to your lips, like a hungry lion getting its food after a long time.

you kissed him back far too quickly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, while you would've barely stayed on your feet if his hands on your waist hadn't held you against the wall behind you.

his kisses were maddening, knowing how to soften any girl just the way he wanted to, and you weren't the strongest fighter against those.

he broke away from your lips as quickly as he approached it, making space to give you both time to breathe as he lifted your legs up to wrap them around his body. "did he kissed you as well as i do?” he asked you, his breathing heavy.

you were silent, going crazy with the desire you felt, as your area was throbbing against his because of the position you were in, and you threw your head back, parting your lips.

"tell me," he whispered in a more serious tone, pressing you into that wall, against his hard chest, as you did with that guy. "did that loser manage to get you as wet as i do?"

"no," you murmured, way too fast, before you could stop yourself.

"what you said?" he asked mockingly as he slipped a hand over the space between his body and hers, fumbling with the button of the illegally short jeans you were wearing. "i don't think i heard you," he added, making his way under the fabric of your jeans to cover the area where you needed him the most through the material of your underwear.

you took a deep breath, bitting your bottom lip, and you could swear you could feel how he was getting harder and harder by any action you managed to do. "he couldn't get me as wet as you do," you managed to say, while his hands could feel you even better. in this case, you wouldn't have had a chance to lie to him.

"that's what i wanted to hear,” he said with a smirk on his lips and removed his hand as quickly as he suddenly put you down, you sighing involuntarily at the lack of your body being so close to him. "now," he said as you glared at him as deer in the headlights of his car, "i hope i don't have to make sure no one comes near you with my fists, because, love, you know very well that i'm capable of doing that too."

he walked past you, winking at you, letting you yearn for him, just like you had done before with that guy.

[selfcontrolskey]

“You’re an asshole”

❗️A little bit was my idea but the rest isn’t my idea❗️

nicholas leister x reader

Sorry for the povs switching so much and for how long this is 😅

( can we please get more fics about this man )

You're fighting your enemy in the training room. Nicolas, apparently the best underground fighter ever according to lion.

As I step forward to hit him he quickly steps back. He's fast, l'II give him that.

I hit him again this time not giving him time to step back. He softly chuckles and touches his jaw where I hit him.

"Not bad"

I quickly regain my position in order to strike again. But this time he’s the faster one. He blocks my hit and knees me in the stomach.

I slightly stumble backwards.

That son of a bitch he knew it was bruised from my previous fight. He strikes again this time aiming for my face.

I duck just in time. “Is that all you’ve got?” I ask teasingly. I strike forward but he blocks my hit and turns me around so my back is against his chest.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He says in a mocking tone.

I chuckle. “oh no, I still have something just for you.” I lift my leg and hit him right in his area before he could react.

He lets go of me and stumbles backwards.

“Got you again.” I smile proudly.

Nick’s pov:

“Is that all you got?” I ask using the same words she did. A little laugh escapes from her mouth. her head touching my chin in the meanwhile.

“Oh no. I still have something special just for you.” Before I can figure out what that means I feel a stinging pain near my dick.

I let her go and stumble backwards.

After a few seconds I stand straight ignoring the throbbing pain.

“Aw I’m sorry did that hurt?” A little smirk appears on her face.

I’m gonna kill her.

Her smirk disappears into something more serious. I regain my position and get ready to defend myself.

She quickly moves and slides her legs under mine. I step back just in time.

This time I step forward and kick her in the leg making her loss balance. With that she falls to the ground, right on her back.

I can hear her trying to catch her breath. “I’m sorry did that hurt?” She slowly moves her head and I can see she’s getting angrier by the second. I like it when she’s angry.

She slowly stands up and gets ready for another round. She’s a tough one. I’ll give her that.

I shake my head and chuckle.

“What? Afraid to lose?” She says.

“Like hell I am.” I say getting my hands ready to fight.

“Good” She responds getting ready as well.

Suddenly she looks to the left catching my attention. What the hell is she looking at? As I turn my head I’m welcomed with a fist to my face.

I stumble backwards but mange to remain my balance.

“Oh. So that’s how we’re playing now huh?”

I slowly wipe away the blood from my lips and look straight at her. She’s enjoying this.

"What, didn't expect that from a girl?" She says wiping the blood from her knuckles.

I give her a small smile and attack. My left fist first which she blocks. Then my right one, hitting her jaw. She quickly recovers and tries to knee me in the stomach. I grab her knee right before it reaches me.

"Not this time" Panick flashes her eyes so quickly I might think I imagined it. I push her back and slide my foot under her standing leg.

She falls but takes me down with her. Now I'm on top of her pinning her wrists down. Heavy breathing coming from both of us.

"Ready to give up?"

your pov:

Now he's on top of me and pinning my wrists. Heavy breathing coming from both of us.

"Ready to give up yet?” He asks with that stupid smirk of his. I slowly move my head forwards. I can feel his his breath on my lips.

"You know what. I actually like this position" I say seductively.

"Oh come on, you should know you can't play the same game two times"

"What if l'm not playing?" I breath out.

His eyes piercing through mine. "Forgive me for not really trusting your word" He whispers in my ears.

I quietly chuckle. “Good decision" I quickly move and pin him to the ground. Sitting on his lap, this time me pinning him down. I slightly move forward making him groan.

"What? Cat got your tongue?” He quickly glances at me and I can see desire and anger build behind his eyes. "You know what, l'll give you one more chance."

"One last round" I pat his chest and get ready to get up. Two hands suddenly pull me back down. His hands on my waist preventing me from getting up again. "Don't"

Confusion and realisation hit me at the same time. "Aw you don't have a crush on me do you?" I say leaning forward.

His hands tighten around my waist. "Don't move.”

nick’s pov:

She quickly moves and get's on top of me.

Oh fuck.

I slightly groan causing her to look at me. She slowly leans forward and an intense feeling goes right trough my body.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

No, you just made me hard..

I close my eyes trying to focus on anything else but her sitting on my fucking lap.

"You know what?" She responds "I'll give you one more chance" I quickly open my eyes and see that she's sincere.

"One. Last. Round" She says holding up a finger. She patts my chest and get's ready to stand up. No fucking way she is getting up now.

I grab her by the waist and pull her back down. Another sensation strikes right trough my body. fuck, I'm hard. She softly yelp’s and looks confusing at me.

But not for long, her brain quickly catches up and knows what is happening. Her eyes suddenly fill with pleasure. "You don't have a crush on me do you?"

She leans forward and I cant help but tighten my hands around her small waist. "Don't move” I breath out.

Fuck, this feels good.

"Think of my mom" she says out of the blue. Did she just say what I think she did?

"What the hell."

"What? You want me to turn you on?"

“Not fucking help.”

your pov:

"Think of my mom" I suddenly blurt out.

He quickly glances at me with a "wtf" look. "What the hell.” He says.

“What?” I ask offended. “You want me to turn you on?"

“Not fucking helping.” he says closing his eyes again.

"Okay, just give me a second to think"

He slightly groans.

“Yeah, sure. Please take your time.” I ignore his comment and think.

Okay, this might work.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He suddenly opens his eyes and looks at me. “Why, you interested?"

At that I laugh. "Oh please"

His eyes slightly darken and something moves in my stomach.

“Just answer it"

"You think you'd be straddling my lap if I had one?”

"I'm not straddling your lap, I am simply just sitting on it" I say with confidence.

"It's your fault I have to sit on it anyway, so hurry and make it disappear."

"It's not a toy you know, you can't just fucking control it.”

"Fine, just hurry"

He sotfly laughs and shakes his head. A few moments pass and he looks more relaxed.

"You ready?" I ask so we can finally fight again.

"No, just give me a few more seconds."

I see a small smirk form on his stupid face.

oh this bitch.

“You’re nasty.” I say hitting his chest. I quickly get up and hear him laughing still on the floor.

"You can forget that last round" I say walking out of the training area.

"Why? Because you can't beat me?" As I turn around I can see he's standing again.

"Cmon just say it." He says walking closer to me.

“Say what? That you're an asshole? Gladly." He takes one step forward making him even closer to me. I slowly lift my eyes to meet his.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

"That I'm better than you" I softly snort at that. He has some serious ego issues.

"Fine, just come a bit closer."

He slowly grins and steps closer.

I put my hands on his chest and stand on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

"You're."

I wait a second before continuing.

"an asshole."

I put my leg behind his and push him backwards.

He lands with a loud thud.

“Oops.”

"Did you want me to say something else?"

He looks at me and anger fills his eyes.

"I'm gonna kill you"

"Good luck trying"

I give him a wink and leave the training facility.

Nick’s pov:

Before I can realise what she is doing I land with a loud thud on the floor.

"Oops" she says looking extra innocently. "Did you want me to say something else?"

I glance up at her, pure anger filling me once again. This woman is gonna fucking mess me up.

"I'm gonna kill you" I say with gritted teeth.

She softly grins and gives me a wink. "Good luck trying.” Then she turns around and leaves me, her ass swaying slightly with every step.

Fuck.

SORRY ABOUT THE POV CHANGING SO MUCH 😭

and yes I used the ‘cat got your tongue’ thing again. Bite me. But I hope you enjoyed !

[alrightsnaps]

imagine seeing this face every morning across the breakfast table nick leister i’m no better than you 🥵

[evermoresversion]

CAN I REQUEST A PREGNANCY SCARE WITH NICK LEISTER

"Sorry." You muttered, quickly getting up from the table where you were having dinner with Nick's family, including Noah and her mother.

Leaving behind a few confused glances and a couple of worried ones, the one who followed you first was Noah. On the other hand, when you got to the bathroom you threw up everything you had eaten that day in the toilet.

You rinsed your mouth and sat on the toilet, wetting your forehead with cold water.

"y/n, are you okay?" Noah walked into the bathroom and stood in front of you with a worried look, you smiled softly and nodded.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Did you eat something that was spoiled or something?"

By then Nick was already standing at the edge of the door listening and watching everything.

"No, I don't think so, I..." you stopped talking as soon as you remembered the dizziness you had that day.

And also the night you and Nick had gone to a party and that time you both felt too daring, doing it without protection.

And Nick seemed to remember that too because he looked at you with concern.

"Oh shi..."

The curtain of the temporary gurney where you were sitting with Nick next to you opened, revealing the doctor who had treated you.

"The tests only show that y/n has an iron deficiency and had food poisoning from something she ate, but other than that, you're not pregnant, honey."

You covered your face with your hands, feeling relief flood through your body. You simply heard your boyfriend thank the doctor but a comment from her made you look up.

"Here's a little gift so you don't come here afraid of bringing another member of your family into the world."

Even though the amusement on his face was noticeable, you couldn't help but feel your body flush from your toes to your head. Nick simply accepted the condoms with a sheepish smile.

The doctor left and your boyfriend looked at you.

"So, do you have plans tonight?"

"You're amazing, Leister."

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[pascaloverx]

SHAMELESS

Summary: You are moving into the Leister mansion after tragically losing your father in a plane crash. He worked for William Leister, who immediately offered to take you in. The problem? His son, Nick Leister, who is far from pleased about having a stranger living under his roof.

Author's Note: My slight fixation on Matthew Broome led me to create this fanfic, but I can’t guarantee it will be good. So, dear reader, if you enjoy it, please interact and comment. The fanfic will likely contain strong language, violence, and adult content. Minors should not engage with it.

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FOUR

Embarrassment is all you can feel the next morning. Fortunately, you’ve already decided to pretend nothing happened and just move on with your life.

You get up and head to take a shower, but quickly notice the bathroom you’re supposed to use has a locked door. Curious, you peek into Nick’s room and realize he probably didn’t sleep at home. Obviously—he’s likely with his girlfriend or whatever she is to him now.

You take the opportunity to use his bathroom instead. It’s incredibly luxurious, with a massive vanity and an oversized shower. You undress and step into the spacious glass box, letting the hot water wash over you while soft music plays in the background.

The shower goes smoothly, relaxing even. But when it ends, you realize you didn’t bring a change of clothes. Wrapped in a towel, you prepare to make a quick dash back to your room. But as soon as you step out of the bathroom, you crash straight into Nick—shirtless. You both lose balance and fall to the floor.

"This isn’t exactly how I imagined starting my day, but I’m not complaining," Nick says, his voice low as you become painfully aware of your bare, wet body pressed against his. Crap. The towel slipped off during the fall.

Your naked skin is against his, warm and slick from the shower, his light sweat mixing with the droplets of water still clinging to you.

"Nick, I’m going to need you to close your eyes. My towel fell," you say, trying not to move too much—any more friction and this situation will spiral fast.

"I think we’re better off just staying like this," he murmurs, his gaze locked on you, darkened with desire. You stare at him, barely believing his audacity.

"Nick Leister, how can you be so shameless—taking advantage of this moment when you're clearly involved with someone else? I know I gave you the wrong impression when we kissed yesterday, but..." Your voice rises slightly as emotions overflow, words tumbling out faster than you can rein them in. But you're cut off—by Nick gently pressing his lips to yours.

"It breaks my heart to think you’d believe I’d kiss you or make a move while being committed to someone else," he says softly. "Luckily for you, I’m someone who forgives easily, so I won’t hold it against you. Though… another kiss would definitely help." His face is still so close, and you’re still on top of him, heart pounding.

"Why would I kiss you? Stop being such a flirt," you say, scolding him for even suggesting another kiss.

"I'm going to get up and wrap myself in the towel. Be a good boy and close your eyes," you instruct, staring him down. His face is just inches from yours—if you leaned in just a little, your lips would align with his without effort.

"I’ll be a good boy, I promise," Nick says, and then obediently closes his eyes in front of you.

You brace yourself and carefully get up, hoping he keeps his word. Wrapping the towel around your body again, you take a deep breath and steady yourself. Then you lightly touch his arm.

"Lift your hand—I’ll help you up," you murmur. He lifts his hand toward you, and as he opens his eyes slowly, you help him stand. In the process, your back bumps into the bathroom door, which is now closed behind you.

Once again, your bodies are dangerously close. "You’re beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze trailing from your face down your form.

"You're only saying this because you saw me naked?" you ask, your voice softening with the mix of embarrassment and shyness that floods through you.

"Why fight something we both want?" Nick murmurs, his lips nearly grazing yours, teasing and deliberate.

“Your father brought me here to take me in, to treat me like family. Giving myself to you feels wrong when the media is already calling us adopted siblings,” you reply, voice low, even as his arm slides firmly around your waist, drawing you in closer.

“I already have a sister, Y/N,” he breathes, and then brushes a soft kiss against your lips—a mere taste, a temptation that leaves your mouth tingling.

Just as you lean in to deepen the kiss, needing more, he pulls back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you going to take a risk with me?”

Something in you snaps—desire overruling doubt—and you reach up, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him down to you. Your lips collide with his in a kiss that's hungry and heated, mouths moving with urgency and longing. His hands grip your waist, pressing your body fully against his as your kiss turns deeper, more intense.

His tongue brushes yours, a slow, deliberate stroke that sends a shiver down your spine. You respond in kind, your mouths locked in a rhythm of passion and tension, his hand sliding up your back, your fingers tugging gently at his hair. The door behind you creaks under the pressure of your bodies, but neither of you cares—you're too lost in each other, in the kiss that tastes like all the things you shouldn’t want but crave all the same.

You begin unbuttoning his shirt as his hands tighten around your waist, drawing you even closer. Without breaking the kiss, the two of you move toward Nick’s bed, his body guiding yours until your back meets the mattress. He hovers over you, lips never straying far from yours.

You part your legs to let him come closer, and he slowly starts to unwrap the towel from your body, trailing soft kisses along your shoulder. His lips find yours again just as your fingers begin fumbling with the button of his jeans—but before either of you can go further, a knock sounds at the door.

“Son, have you seen Y/N?” Mr. Leister’s voice calls from the hallway, making your whole body tense in panic.

Nick kisses you gently, as if trying to calm you, and then calls back, barely suppressing a laugh, “I think she said she was getting some air. Maybe out for a run or something.”

“All right. Nick, if you see her, be nice. I know you said she gets on your nerves and you weren’t thrilled about having her here, but I want her to feel welcome,” his father replies.

You stare at Nick, stunned. He freezes for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the way his words have come back to haunt him.

“I’m leaving now, but I want both you and Y/N at the masquerade ball tonight. Don’t be late,” his father adds, then walks away.

You push Nick off you immediately, pulling the towel back around your body as you sit up, your face flushed with a mix of anger and shame.

“You could’ve just told me I was irritating you,” you say coldly, getting up and heading toward the door.

“Y/N, that’s not what I meant. Please, just listen—” Nick pleads, reaching out to stop you from leaving, his hand on the door.

“Let me explain,” he murmurs from behind, his breath brushing against the skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Nick, I don’t want to hear it right now. Please, just let me go,” you answer softly, your voice calm but resolute. You don’t turn to face him—and after a pause, he steps back, letting you pass.

Without another word, you walk out, heart pounding, and head back to your room, the weight of everything sinking in with every step.

[twistedreads]

Soaked in you— Nick Leister

summary— it’s you and Nick’s first time showering together and it gets steamy.

warnings- smut, fingering(fem received) handjobs, nipple play, dirty talk

a/n— Y’all I don’t write smut so bare with me 😭

Masterlist

The bathroom was filled with steam, the warm mist curling through the air as water cascaded from the showerhead, its rhythmic patter against the tile the only sound in the quiet room. Your heart was pounding, your skin already heated—not just from the rising temperature in the room but from the anticipation coiling in your stomach.

Nick stood in front of you, his golden-tan skin illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom light, his curls damp from the humidity. His brown eyes, deep and unreadable, scanned your face with something both gentle and intense, as if he were trying to read your every thought.

This was your first time together like this.

Sure, things had gotten heated before—passionate kisses, stolen moments where hands had wandered a little too far, breathy whispers exchanged in the dark—but this? This was something new. Something uncharted.

You swallowed hard, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, hesitating.

Nick caught the hesitation immediately, his gaze softening. He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist as he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

You looked up at him, your chest rising and falling a little too quickly. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this—you did. More than anything. But there was something about the vulnerability of it, the intimacy of sharing everything with him, that sent a nervous thrill through you.

Nick’s hands moved up, cupping your face gently. His thumbs traced slow, reassuring circles against your skin.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

The sincerity in his voice made the tension in your shoulders melt away. You exhaled, nodding slightly.

“I want to,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nick searched your eyes for a moment before nodding, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. His fingers trailed down your arms, slow and deliberate, until they reached the hem of your shirt.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured against your lips.

Your breath hitched.

One by one, the layers between you were shed, the warmth of the room wrapping around you both like a cocoon. Every movement was unhurried, every touch lingering with meaning. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, lost in each other, navigating this new territory together.

Nick stepped into the shower first, holding out a hand for you. You took it, letting him guide you under the stream of warm water. The sensation of it cascading over your bare skin sent a shiver down your spine, but the moment Nick’s hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him, every other sensation faded.

His body was firm, warm, his skin slick under your fingertips as you let your hands wander up his chest.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips pressing against your shoulder, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses up to your neck.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as he lingered there, his tongue flicking out against your pulse before he gently sucked at the sensitive skin. Your hands found his shoulders, gripping them as his kisses deepened, his touch growing more confident.

Nick’s hands roamed over your skin, tracing the curves of your body. His fingers danced across your chest, teasing your nipple until they hardened beneath his touch. You felt a surge of arousal as he cupped your breast, his thumb circling the sensitive peak.

“Nick,” you breathed, your voice shaky.

“Oh dear, ”he chuckles, pressing a kiss just below your ear.” Don’t tell me you’re nearly falling at the first hurdle?”

His words sent warmth flooding through you, your heart thundering in your chest.

As the warm water cascaded down, Nick’s lips closed around your nipple, sucking gently. You moaned, feeling a wave of pleasure as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak.

“Oh, that feels so good,” you breathed, your hands threading through his hair.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. You arched your back, pushing your nipple deeper into his mouth, needy.

“Mmm… yes, just like that,” you whispered. You felt a vibration against your breasts, hearing Nick chuckle.

His fingers trailed down your belly, slipping between your legs and onto your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans against your skin. “I love how your body response to me.”

You let out a moan.

As he continued to rub your pussy, Nick slides a finger inside you, curling it upward to stroke your inner walls. You gasped at the sensation, feeling yourself pulse around his finger.

“Oh God… Nick!” Your legs trembled beneath his touch.

“That feel good?” he asked softly against your skin, his finger moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm.

You nodded vigorously, unable to form words as his thumb slightly sped up and his finger stroked inside you.

“You like being touched like this?” he whispered dirty things in your ear, making you blush.

As he spoke, Nick slipped another finger inside you, stretching you slightly more. You whimper at the new fullness, feeling yourself grow even more wet.

“Fuck, yes.”

With two fingers now moving in and out of you in a smooth rhythm, Nick curled them both upward, hitting that perfect spot deep inside, making you let out a loud, throaty moan.

“Right there?” Nick asked huskily, speeding up his fingers, pumping faster now.

You could only manage a nod as sensations washed over you, sending shivers coursing down your spine.

His fingers moved faster now, curling, hitting that spot over and over until, finally, you felt yourself shatter into an orgasm. Your body went limp, but Nick’s arms caught hold of you, as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, keeping you upright even as your knees gave way.

“Woah, easy there, I gotcha,” Nick laughs.

For a moment, the only sounds in the bathroom were the steady patter of the water and your heavy, uneven breaths. You barely registered the way Nick slowly slid his fingers out of you, leaving you sensitive and pulsing in the aftermath of your release.

“That was the most sexiest thing I ever seen.” he says.

Then, as you blinked up at him, still lost in the haze of pleasure, you caught the way his deep brown eyes locked onto yours—dark, intense, filled with something unmistakably heat. Without breaking eye contact, he raised his slick fingers to his mouth and slipped them between his lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured, his voice rich with devilish amusement. His gaze flickered over your flushed face, down to your parted lips, and then back up. “I could do that all night.”

The boldness of it sent another shiver through you, your stomach twisting in a fresh new wave of desire.

Nick leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as he pressed a teasing kiss just below your ear. “Next time,” he whispered, his voice low and full of promise, “I’m gonna take my time with you. Taste you properly.”

His words sent a sharp jolt of heat straight through you, leaving you breathless all over again.

You swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself, but the way he looked at you—like he was already thinking about making good on that promise—made it nearly impossible.

Then, with a knowing smirk, Nick pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. “But for now,” he mused, brushing his lips over yours in a fleeting kiss, “I think I need to be inside you.”

Suddenly, you felt an urgent need to connect with Nick. You grabbed his face, pulling him down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue but you don’t care. Your hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring every curve and contour. The water continued to cascade down around you, but you were lost in the sensation of being together.

As you kissed, your hand slipped down between your bodies, wrapping around Nick’s length. You started to stroke him gently, feeling his warmth and hardness in your palm.

Nick groaned, throwing his head back as he broke away from the kiss. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he muttered, grabbing your wrist to still your movements.

You smirked, feeling a thrill at having this power over him.

Nick then grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into another passionate kiss before breaking away, his voice husky with desire.

“Turn around and bend over,” he instructed, his eyes burning with intensity.

You obey, turning to face the wall as you bend over, your hands bracing yourself against the cool tile. Nick’s hands rub over your ass, squeezing it gently as he whispers how sexy you are.

“You have such a beautiful ass.” he says, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh. “I love the way it curves out from your back.”

You moan at the touch, feeling a surge of need as his fingers caress your skin.

Nick’s hands continue to explore your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs.

“Nick please.” You beg not being able to wait any longer.

He smiles at your neediest.” What ever you say baby.”

You feel him slide into you from behind, his dick filling you completely as he waits a few seconds for you to adjust.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice low and concerned.

You nod, taking a deep breath as you try to accommodate his length. “Yes,” you whisper back.

With that reassurance, Nick starts to move. At first, the pace is slow and gentle, but he quickly picks up.

“You’re so tight,” Nick growls in your ear. “I love how my dick feels inside you.”

He thrusts deeper into you, his hips pounding against yours.

“I love how you feel,” you gasp. “You stretch me out in the best way possible.”

Your words only seem to fuel Nick’s passion. He starts moving harder, faster now.

“You like that, don’t you?” he breathes. “You like when I fuck you hard?”

The bathroom was filled with the steady rhythm of water cascading from the showerhead, mingling with the slick, wet sounds of Nick moving in and out of you. The quiet, intimate space was overtaken by the soft, breathy gasps escaping your lips, the occasional low groan rumbling from Nick’s throat as he watched you unravel beneath his touch. The faint echo of skin against skin, the subtle squelch with each movement, and the way your moans mixed with the steam-heavy air created a symphony of raw, unfiltered passion , making the moment feel even more intense, even more consuming.

As the rhythm builds between you, it becomes almost frantic. Just when it feels like you’re about to cum, Nick suddenly pulls out, making you whimper slightly at the loss of contact.

“Why did you—?” you begin, but before you can finish, Nick cuts you off by turning you around and picking you up against the wall. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist before he lines up back into you.

This time, he moves with reckless abandon, his hips slamming into yours with intense force. His dick drives deep into you, the sensation overwhelming.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to release, your body trembling with anticipation. Nick’s hands grip your ass tightly, holding you in place as he moves with purpose.

His mouth claims yours in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling together as you both moan in pleasure.

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna…”you cry out, unable to finish your sentence because of the overwhelming pleasure.

“Come on, baby. Let go for me,” Nick whispers in your ear, and that’s what sets you off.

Your orgasm hits you so intensely that your vision momentarily goes black, causing you to let out the most unrestrained moan you’ve ever made.

As you come down from your high,Nick continues to move, chasing his own high. He feels your walls pulsing around him.

Not long after, he reaches his peak as well, letting out a string of unfilthy words under his breath.

Nick’s breaths were heavy as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile, his arms still wrapped securely around you. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his body still trembling from the intensity of the moment.

You reached up, fingers threading through his damp curls, gently smoothing them back as he caught his breath. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a soft hum escaping his lips as he relaxed into your comforting presence.

After a moment, he slowly lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Carefully, pulling out of you and unwrapping your legs from around his waist, lowering you back onto your feet with the utmost care. His hands remained on your waist, steadying you as he searched your face.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with tenderness.

You nodded, a warm, content smile spreading across your lips. “Never better,” you whispered. “Are you?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, resting his forehead against yours. “More than okay,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheek before tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in the warmth of each other, the water still cascading down your bodies. Then, out of nowhere, a small, breathless laugh escaped you. Nick raised an eyebrow, his lips curving in amusement.

“What?” he asked, chuckling as well.

“That was… a lot,” you admitted with a grin, your cheeks flushing slightly.

Nick smirked, shaking his head before leaning in to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, his voice laced with affection. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You smiled against his lips, your hands still resting in his hair. “I love you,” you whispered softly.

Nick’s expression softened instantly, his eyes filled with warmth as he cupped your face in his hands. “I love you too,” he murmured before kissing you again, this time slower, deeper—filled with nothing but love.

As the steam continued to swirl around you both, Nick finally pulled away with a playful glint in his eyes. “Come on,” he said, reaching for the body wash. “Let’s actually finish showering before we run out of hot water.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached for the loofah, playfully bumping his shoulder. “Fine. But you’re washing my hair.”

Nick grinned, already reaching for the shampoo. “Deal.”

And with that, the two of you continued your shower, basking in the warmth of the water—and each other.

[lipglossanon]

hello lipgloss, have you watched my fault? it’s a spanish movie and it has stepcest themes. i imagine stepbro leon as nick leister so much omg !! if u haven’t u should totally watch it when u can !! ☺️

Hi anon!! 👋

And no! I’ll have to see where it’s streaming then 🤭 you have me very intrigued 👀 👀

[evermoresversion]

CLEANING AND PATCHING NICK'S WOUNDS AFTER A FIGHT.

A/N I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical or spelling errors. English is not my first language.

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader.

TW/TAGS Suggestive content, mention of wounds and blood.

SUMMARY Nick loses a fight for the first time and you're the only one he wants to see after this, leaving you to clean his wounds.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

It's well known that Nick knows how to fight well enough to come out unscathed from every fight he faces. But they say that there is a first time for everything.

So there was a first time for him walking out of a fight totally beaten up. His lip was split like his eyebrow, the cheekbone was completely purple and he has a black eye, besides that blood was beginning to drip from his lip.

He looked totally defeated.

"Nick!" you called him in a scream when you saw him lying face down on the ground. You tried to get closer but Lion stopped you until he himself got closer completely furious for having been so weak.

"I don't want to see anybody." He demanded turning his back to you when Jenna, Lion and Anna tried to approach him. "Where is she?" he asked realizing you weren't around. Besides that you were the only one allowed to see him so vulnerable. You're his safe place.

He turned around and when he saw you he walked towards you holding your hand, walking with you towards his car, leaving his friends abandoned in the place.

You didn't speak the whole way, watching him out of the corner of your eye.

Once at his house you both entered his room, you walked to the bathroom to find the first aid kit and return to the room, seeing Nick lying on his bed with his hands covering his face.

"Get up, love." You ordered softly and he obeyed you, sitting on the edge of his bed, you took a step to get between his legs, leaving the open medicine cabinet aside.

You took cotton and hydrogen peroxide, dipping the cotton with the liquid, rubbing the soft material over his wounds on his face, making him hiss.

"Sorry..." you commented, stopping for a moment, but he took your wrist to bring your hand closer to his face, inviting you to continue and you did so.

His gaze was lost, so much so that he didn't even notice when you finished cleaning him. You took his chin with your thumb and index finger.

"What do you have? What's going on with that pretty head of yours?" He would never get enough of your flattery, he took your waist pulling you closer to him, he buried his face in your abdomen and you ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp.

"I was weak, I should have tried harder, I should have given more of myself." you felt the grip on your waist intensify.

"But love, you didn't know that would happen, it's not your fault." you murmured lowering your face to kiss his cheek and he denied letting go of your waist and uncovering his face from your abdomen.

His hair was messed up by your fingers a few seconds ago when they were in it.

"If it was my fault, if I…" you cut him off abruptly.

"No, I'm not going to allow you to blame yourself for something that clearly wasn't in your power, that's how it is, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose." you took his face in your hands, caressing his cheeks being careful not to touch his wounds. ""It's not your fault." His eyes were half open and he took your neck to kiss you with something similar to need.

He moaned in pain between your lips and you moved away from him, but he immediately brought your face closer to kiss you, his hands went down to your thighs, sitting you on his lap.

"Nick…" you murmured between his lips and he hummed, groaning as you pulled away. "you're hurt."

"and?"

"I don't want to hurt you anymore." you denied getting up from his lap, making him complain once more.

He flopped back on the bed once more, grunting as he accidentally hit a gash on his shoulder.

You smiled denying.

"I'm going to get something to eat and we'll watch a movie." You squeezed his leg affectionately, and he opened one of his eyes that had remained closed.

"Fine, but you owe me this." he demanded, making himself more comfortable on the bed and you nodded, laughing, knowing what he meant.

"Whatever you say, love."

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[evermoresversion]

Hi, i hope your having a great day so can you write something like movie scene you know there is a pool scene between noah and nick can you write this between reader and nick maybe a little bit of smut.

I really enjoy reading your one shots with nick you are the only nich writer no one else wirte nick one shot love ya🥰

CLOSER, NICK LEISTER.

A/N It's been a while since I last wrote for Nick. I hope I haven't lost practice, aaa.

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, smut, suggestive content, MDNI, 18+, fingering, praise kink.

SUMMARY It's the hottest day of the year, so you and Nick go in the pool, but the heat takes over both of you, leading you to warm up in another way.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

It was the hottest day of the year and you were both in his room.

He was lying in a starfish position on his bed and you were sitting in an armchair that he had in his room.

He was shirtless while you were wearing shorts and a sleeveless top.

"What if we go in the pool?" he offered and you mentally hit yourself for not having thought of that option before.

"Please," you almost jumped out of the chair to get up although you complained as soon as the fake leather of the chair stuck to your skin from the sweat that your legs had shed. "shit."

He laughed getting out of bed and walking to the door, he opened it and stepped aside for you to come through.

"Ladies first," he bowed and you laughed at his antics, bowing back, walking out of his room with him following you. "Whoever gets there first chooses the food." he said and started running down the stairs.

"Wait what? Hey cheater!" you started running after him while the two of you laughed.

"Watch out kids!" exclaimed one of the women who works for the Leister family.

"As kids they no longer have anything."

And when you were about to arrive, Nick arrived first and jumped into the pool, drenching your clothes with splashing water.

"Nicholas!" you exclaimed indignantly and moved closer to the edge, dropping to your knees in front of him as he surfaced. "does cheating have fun?"

"A bit." He sentenced and took you by the hand, pulling it to submerge you in the water next to him.

You swam to the surface and took a deep breath already outside.

"I don't know how to swim!" you exclaimed pretending to drown and he quickly swam towards you to take you in his arms.

You laughed out loud looking at him.

"You always fall." you said and left him confused but he immediately understood.

"Fuck off." He laughed letting you go, you knew perfectly well how to swim but whenever the two of you were in a pool you made a joke of not knowing how to swim and he always fell.

You submerged again to be able to accommodate your hair and enjoy the cool water on your face warmed by the sun.

"It's delicious." you murmured with your eyes closed, running your hands through your hair, feeling the contrast of the sun on your skin and the cold water.

When you opened them you saw that Nick was looking at you with a sweet smile. You swam back to him and he immediately welcomed you into his arms, pulling you closer to him.

You put your arms over his shoulders, caressing his tanned skin, running your hand through his wet hair.

He caressed your cheek and smiled even more as soon as he saw and felt you lean into his touch.

He leaned his face towards yours and his lips caught yours in a slow but passionate kiss.

His grip was firm on your legs, moving up to your thighs while his body was glued to yours, imprisoning you between the wall of the pool.

His lips moved skillfully over yours, your hand gently tugged at his hair. That was enough for one of his hands to go to one of your ass cheeks and squeeze it.

You felt his cock harden on your lower abdomen and your hand that wasn't in his hair went down to his crotch to caress him over his shorts.

He growled low on your lips and broke away from them to breathe.

You brushed your nose against his in a small show of affection, making him smile.

Your lips went to his ear to murmur the words that would make him lose what little self-control he had left.

"I need you right now."

You left a quick kiss behind his ear, then looked back at him. He attacked your lips again, positioning his hand on your neck without pressing, yet.

His tongue found its way into your mouth and it searched for yours, colliding with each other.

You felt his hand work its way between your legs as his body moved slightly away from you.

He pushed aside the cloth that covered your cunt, teasing between your lips.

A moan left your lips and he kissed you again to silence any sound you might make, since the two of you weren't alone.

"Remember to be quiet doll, you don't want anyone else to know how much you enjoy that I fuck you, do you?"

And after that he kissed you again, and you dug your nails into his shoulders when you felt his fingers move skillfully and quickly on your clit.

"F-fuck—" you gasped softly biting your lip and closing your eyes.

He watched every reaction he stole from you with his every action. Getting turned on with the sight of you enjoying how it made you feel.

After a few seconds, he introduced two of his fingers into your pussy, making you bite your lip hard to keep from moaning.

He began to move them at a steady, fast pace, or at least as fast as the water would allow him.

"You're making me feel so damn good." you gasped closing your eyes.

He brought his lips to your neck to leave wet kisses and marks.

Although his arm was beginning to get tired, he did not slow down the pace with which he penetrated you with his fingers.

You tightened your walls around his fingers as you felt the knot of pleasure in your abdomen.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." he murmured and smiled when he felt how you tightened around his fingers again.

He turned his attention back to the little button of nerves that would take you over the edge and you scratched at his back to hold on to something as the orgasm hit you like a truck.

You covered your own mouth with your hand to keep from screaming and your eyes were squeezed shut.

Your chest rose and fell with your erratic breathing. He kissed your cheek, forehead, nose and lips lovingly, moving his hand away from your center after adjusting the lower part of your clothes.

"I love you." you murmured smiling, hugging him and he smiled leaving a peck on your lips.

"I'm not done with you." He declared lifting you by the waist to sit on the edge of the pool, making you giggle knowing that he could handle you with his strength like a rag doll.

He got out of the pool and helped you up to walk back into his room.

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Can u write nick x reader where reader is jealous of Noah and later nick is jealous because reader is with some other guys?

KISS AND MAKE UP, NICK LEISTER.

A/N Thank you for your request, sweetheart. <3

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Jealousy, jealousy and more jealousy, heavy make out.

SUMMARY You and Nick had been in a situationship, neither wanted nor was looking for something formal, but still neither of you was immune to getting jealous that the other was with someone else.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You had never been in stable relationships, much less commitments. And that wasn't going to change with Nick.

You had both had this situationship where you are like cat and mouse. This has been for over two months now.

You kissed on occasion, some had sex and that was it, no feelings.

But you couldn't help but get your blood boiling with jealousy when you saw Nick with another girl, according to what Jenna had told you, the girl who was with the black-haired man was called Noah.

You clenched your fists at your sides walking over to your best friend, I mean Jenna.

"I need a drink." you asked and she just had an extra glass that she was going to give you before you approached. You brought it to your lips to take it all in at once and felt the burn in your throat all the way to the pit of your stomach.

"Hey girl, calm down, what happened?"

He followed your gaze to where you had it and saw Nick with Noah very close to him and then she understood.

"I see, I'm going to get you some guy." You shook your head but before you could say anything Jenna was gone, you sighed going to refill your glass with whatever you found.

You were confused, this had never happened to you. You had never felt insecure or jealous of another person, but the girl was really pretty and you knew what Nick was like, so you weren't really surprised.

When you took the first sip of your new drink, Jenna appeared with a boy with slightly tanned skin, green eyes, and black hair.

He was fucking handsome.

"y/n this is Jayden, a friend of Lion's and mine." Jayden held out his hand to take yours and kissed the back of it. You smiled at him and he returned the gesture. "Jayden, this is y/n, my best friend, I'll leave you alone."

Said and done, she probably went looking for her boyfriend so it was just you and that boy.

"I'll be honest, I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night." he confessed making you blush and you covered your face so he couldn't see it.

"I can't believe I'm blushing." you blew air into your face with your hands and you both laughed.

You started with a conversation that flowed pleasantly, you felt quite comfortable talking to him, to tell the truth.

"We dance?" He offered caressing your hand that was already in his and you nodded before being led to the dance floor.

The two of you danced for a long time and he really didn't stop seeing you the rest of the night. But there was someone else who kept looking at you, ceasing to pay attention to a certain girl.

Nick's jaw tightened at the sight of you so attached to another boy.

Lion moved closer to Nick and saw the same thing he was seeing.

"Is that Jayden?" the brunette asked with a frown.

"Do you know him?" Nick looked at his best friend with annoyance.

"Yeah, he has a girlfriend. I don't know what he does with y/n." and upon hearing those words, Nick didn't hesitate to approach you to get you out of there.

He took you by the forearm pulling you to be with you in a more private place.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you exclaimed but he ignored you until you were in a place where there were no people. You could tell he was upset by the way his jaw was clenched.

"That bastard has a girlfriend." what he said surprised you and made you feel bad in equal measure.

"I didn't know—" he cut you off.

"Of course you didn't know." He looked at you and you saw something else in his eyes. Realizing that he was jealous, you let him know.

"Are you jealous?" you said with a mocking smile and your eyebrow raised.

"Of course, damn, only I can be this close to you, only I can dance like that with you."

When he took a step towards you, you took one back, ending up sitting on the hood of a car. His gaze was focused on your lips and his hand was positioned on your cheek.

His other hand was in charge of separating your legs to get between them and get closer to you.

You looked doe-eyed into his eyes and then couldn't help but look at his lips.

He slowly moved closer to your face until your breaths mingled with each other, the air thick with anticipation and desire on the part of both of you.

And then he collided his lips against yours in a deep and intense kiss. Your hands gripped the edges of his jacket where the zipper was.

His hands were lost in your hair, leaving one of them at the back of your head to hold you in place.

Your breathing was erratic and paused while he stole it. And he quickly found himself addicted to your lips, so he reluctantly pulled away from you so you could both breathe.

He joined his forehead with yours while both remained there still with your breaths heavy and both looking into each other's eyes.

He smiled softly, pressing his forehead against your neck and his hands were still clinging to your waist, keeping you close to him.

"You drive me crazy."

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WISH YOU WERE SOBER, NICK LEISTER.

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader.

TW/TAGS Alcohol abuse.

SUMMARY You and Nick are friends, he likes to go to parties, you don't so much, but that didn't stop him from taking you to all of the parties he was invited to, and in one of them when he was drunk he confessed what he felt, although you wished he had told you sober.

SONG Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | PART TWO

You had never been a fan of parties and if someone had told you that a certain black-haired boy would come into your life to take you to any party that crossed his mind, you would have laughed yourself to death.

Nick ensures that you are with him all the time, since according to him, you need to enjoy your youth more. But you were perfectly fine with enjoying your youth by staying home or going anywhere other than to a party.

The two had totally different definitions of fun.

"This party is shit." You declared looking at all the people who were focused on drinking, kissing someone or dancing between sweaty bodies. Gross.

"What do you say? If it's one of the best parties I've ever thrown, you break my heart." Nick pouted a smile as he looked at you.

"Whatever, I wish we could go." he just laughed leaning down to kiss your lips briefly, surprising you. He moved away from you to receive more guests. Plus it went without saying that he was drunk as fuck.

"What was that, queen?" Jen asked approaching you, she saw what had happened between you two a few seconds ago.

"Not even I know." You shrugged and saw that she was carrying two drinks, she followed your gaze and offered you a drink. "No, thanks."

"I wasn't asking you, take one at least." You knew that she would never give you any adulterated drink or anything like that, so you decided to have at least one drink.

"Thank you."

Nick once again approached the two of you, hugging you by the shoulders, pulling you close to his bare torso. He smelled of alcohol and his perfume that he always wears and was so well known for your nose.

"Don't drink anymore, please." you begged sighing looking at the people in the pool.

He looked at your drink and chuckled.

"So what do you do?" He mentioned pointing to your drink.

"But it's only one drink, you've drink around ten since we got here, if not more."

"They're not that many." he sneered and you removed his arm from your shoulders.

"Whatever, I'm leaving."

You started walking away from there, hoping with all your heart that Nick was following you. And you realized that was the case when you heard that he was exchanging drinks with a girl.

You both walked back to the exit of the place, which surprised you because he's the life of the party.

You entered your car since Nick's condition was not suitable for driving.

"Shall we go to your house or mine?" He cut you off by kissing you needily, lowering his hands to your waist, sending shivers down your spine as you felt the cold of his rings against your warm skin.

"What are you doing?" you pulled away confused and his eyes remained closed.

"I love you." he murmured kissing you again. Those three words made your heart race as you kissed him back.

After a few seconds both moved away, he kissing your forehead to let you drive. And you decided that the best thing was to go to his house.

"Real sweet, but I wish you were sober." you muttered under your breath, adjusting the mirror and seeing that he was already asleep.

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