#yixiang x reader

[chiiyuuvv]

daily bf!nico texts ★

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︴bonus! translation for the chinese: did you take out the trash? / yeah, i didn't think you'd notice / tysm / giving you kisses the next time i see you / running back home now. if any of this is wrong then blame google translate

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[enha-hype]

random bestfriend!nicho to lovers texts

prompt : that one meme (“wait, did you just flirt with me?” // “have been for the past year but thanks for noticing”). basically nicho is downbad for reader but they're too dense to notice 🤡

a/n : the picture i used for reader is blank/black on purpose. the reader in my works is usually gender neutral unless otherwise stated and i also wanted to be inclusive in terms of body type/race etc so i left it blank.

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pure fluff/crack. no angst this time enjoy (?)

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[loserlvrss]

｡ ｡ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 ( 王.𝐘𝐗 )─────エンティーム

( 一月 ). ──spending quality time with your boyfriend, nicho 王奕翔 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, fluff warn. skinship, kiss, language wc : 495HUN ++( 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 )

노트 move y/n, my turn now :c

Like the washed out color of stained wine, the cheeks of the man in your lap flushed red. He didn’t shy away when you pressed another kiss to his forehead, no, he only giggled through closed eyes. 

His lips had an upward turn to them, arms crossed over his chest. You did it again, pressing your lips to the space between his brows to elicit the same reaction—he just looked so damn cute. 

Yixiang has been lying in your lap as you watched a cartoon, adamant to spend his free time with you. And, after a while of scrolling through his phone his eyes had fluttered shut, soft sighs audible through his sleepy state. 

Of course, you froze, purposefully not even moving a neuron so he could dream peacefully. Afterall, He’d been working so hard, you figured that this was best for him, even if your legs fell off from the lack of circulation causing pins and needles. 

You‘d been glancing down occasionally, distracted by the slight pout on his lips. You admired the fullness and length of his lashes, slightly envious that you had to use fake ones to get near that amount of volume. 

And then, you laughed—he just looked so…fake in your lap. 

The vibrations had made him stir, face turning towards your stomach, hiding from the overcast light. He wrapped a loose arm around your waist, the other still sat over his mid-section. Yixiang was so close to you, you could almost feel his heart beating. 

“I like feeling your heartbeat,” You remarked, only realizing that it was supposed to be in your head when he answered. 

He pulled himself closer, voice muffled by your shirt, “Are you a psycho?” 

“You’re awake?” You almost gasped out, “I mean—wait.” He laughed, turning his head to the ceiling again but not opening his eyes. “No, I’m not a psycho…” 

“You just say creepy things for fun?” 

“No,” You huffed, “I just like you…a lot.” 

He hummed, “Well, I love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow and,” You didn’t know if it was because he was half asleep that he was confessing his deep-rooted love for you but, even shocked, you let him go on. “Forever? That’s not long enough.” 

A dorky-smile spread across your face (though he couldn’t see it), practically all your teeth on display. Then, you were kissing his face. 

His eyes shot open for a moment as you pressed your feather-light lips to his skin again and again in different places, then he closed them again. 

Once he’d had enough (well, he actually hadn’t) Yixiang stopped you, a gentle hand holding you mere centimeters from his face by your cheeks. 

“Hey, psycho,” He practically whispered, “My lips are right here.” 

And, he made you find them quickly after, shushing whatever snarky remark was hanging on your tongue. You smiled into the kiss, disregarding his new nickname for you and relishing in the moment. 

He was right, forever wasn’t long enough. 

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND NICHOLAS

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bf!nicholas x reader

genre: fluff/crack – smau

warnings: none

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Nicholas Boyfriend Headcanons 💫

(☁️) PAIRING . idol!nicholas x fem!reader

(🐚) CONTENT. disgusting filthy fluff!!

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he buys you guys matching jewelry <3

and they were not cheap either.

as much as you try and negotiate with him, he's stubborn.

so ultimately, you find yourself wearing a bracelet that has his name engraved on the inner clasp.

he loves wearing them in general but likes them more when he's on tour.

the reason why is that it makes him feel like you're there with him,

and that gives him a boost of confidence for when he goes to perform <3

he really likes taking care of his people

"Nicholas, I'm starving, could we go get something to eat?"

"Choose whatever you want, it's my treat"

and on days when you'd offer to pay,

"Babe, you paid for dinner last time."

he declines you, urging that you shouldn't need to pay,

"And I'll pay for it again." He states, "You don't need to worry, y/n. It's truly nothing."

He eases your concerns with a peck on the lips <3

He doesn't want you wearing hoodies that aren't his

you thought it was a little odd at first until he ended up winning you over when he explained his reasoning

"There's no point in buying another hoodie that not only doesn't smell like me but it just doesn't hoodie like how mine does, y'know?"

you found it amusing how passionate he was over this.

another reason he's too prideful to admit is that he just likes to have other people see that you're wearing his clothes 🙈

you're his wallpaper!!

both lock screen and home screen!

and it's vise versa on your part too

while he has pictures of you that were aesthetically pleasing,

yours, on the other hand, was a picture of his mouth wide open, ready to take a big bite of his food <3

"baby.. why that photo?" He whines, side-eyeing you with a slight frown.

Through your wheezing, you managed out, "You--cackle--looked so--inhale--cute!"

even if he was a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but smile a little at how hard you were laughing.

he's actually so in love with you.

he's one of those boyfriends who claims they hate babytalk,

but once you have him in your arms, fingers gently combing through his black locks,

he indulges in a little bit of baby talk with you.

and although his self-respect and the image he carries would be beyond repair if his members ever caught him,

all of his stress just melts away whenever you cradle him in your arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while your hands work their magic.

"Does my baby wan' kissies?" You coo, combing back his bangs to plant an open-mouthed kiss on his forehead.

he's so lost in the zone, that he fails to notice your phone propped up against the pillow,

"mhm,, I wan' your kisses.."

"Yeah? Want to tell the guys how bad you want my kissies?"

His head immediately snaps up, and his fear-filled eyes make contact with the phone camera.

"TURN THAT OFF--"

yeah, he was fighting for his life in the group chat that day.

[slytherinshua]

𓊔　YOUR HOLD　( 王奕翔 )

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hugs with nicholas are tender and loving, providing a warmth and comfort that nothing else can quite replicate. you feel safe and loved when you are in his arms, like nothing can touch you. he’s always relaxed with his hugs, somewhat resting his body weight against you or his head falling to your shoulder. 

when cuddling, his fingers circle patterns onto your waist, feeling the softness of your skin and relishing in the closeness between you. you trace the scar on his arm and dot the beauty marks that decorate his skin with kisses. you feel the rumble of his chest when laughter escapes his lips, and the steady beating of his heart when you lay your head against his shirt. whispered thoughts and plans follow these cozy moments between you two. plans for the future, dreams, aspirations, reflections— and all doubts or worries washed away the moment nicholas’ lips find yours. 

it’s magical, really. the way his touch can instantly calm you. you find yourself craving his hugs when he’s gone and seeking them out even more the longer he is by your side. busy schedules can barely get in your way, for as soon as he’s back home, he is also back in your arms. not a single bad thought can reach you then, as he washes them away with a kiss to your forehead and warmth of his skin. 

you love admiring your boyfriend’s eyes while hugging. noticing the soft sparkle that they seem to hold. his spark, his dreams, his love— and sometimes, his tiredness or sadness as well. you do your best to rid him of those feelings, bringing a smile back to his face with a gentle squeeze around his waist. it’s quiet and comforting when it’s just nicholas and you. like no one can touch you while you’re in each other’s arms. soft, gentle, loving: those are how nicholas holds you.

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[taefiction]

HIS HOODIE

pairing. gunwook x gn!reader

genre. comedy + fluff tbh

wc. 1787

featuring. &team! nicholas (older brother)

a/n. i'd snatch that hoodie off gunwook's back so quick if he was next to me. also, this is my first time writing an x reader so bear with me 😭

✦ synopsis! : Your brother’s best friend, Gunwook, left his hoodie over… he wouldn’t mind if you tried it on right?

“We’ll be back!” Your brother, Nicholas, announces as he and Gunwook walk out the front door. Fridays were their “bros nights” or whatever they called it, and today his friend group was going out to play laser tag. You wish you could join them, but every time you ask the conversation ends with bickering. “17 and up only!” Nicholas would tell you, even though you were only a year younger than them all, or “These are MY friends, go hang out with your own!” Eventually, you accepted defeat and stopped asking altogether.

You don’t know how you would survive hanging out with Gunwook anyway.

Sigh…Gunwook.

You fantasize, tilting your head back against the couch and staring at the ceiling. You had a dumb smile on your face while lost in your thoughts. The boy was the only one in Nicholas’s friend group who was nice to you or even paid you any attention without a mocking scowl. He would bring back his leftover food if they ate out for you, and even tease your brother about the “mean” act he puts up for everyone else when it came to you. He was sweet, thoughtful, funny, and hot as hell. You crushing on him was bound to happen, and every time he’s over it just gets worse.

You take a moment to think of the way his biceps were exposed before he left. There was no way his sleeves weren’t short on purpose, especially since he’d been working out a lot recently. Yea.. of course you took notice.

Shaking your head and getting rid of your thoughts of him, you sit up on the couch and look down at your phone. “10%” The screen displayed after unlocking it. It didn’t feel like you were sitting there for that long, but that’s what aimlessly scrolling through TikTok does to you. You sigh and look around you for your charger. You could’ve sworn you brought it downstairs with you, but as your eyes scan the plush cushions and glass table in front of you, you realize it was nowhere to be found.

“Where the hell is it?” You ask yourself and stand, hands on your hips with your brows furrowed in frustration. You walk to the single couches and flip the throw pillows, checking underneath them and even between the couch cushions. It was as if the cord vanished into thin air.

That’s when you remember Nicholas’s charger broke not too long ago, and he’s been using yours for the time being. Usually, he’d ask before taking it, but recently he’s found himself comfortable with just swiping it away without a word. What a pain. It must be in the danger zone…

His room.

You dramatically throw your head back and groan to the sky, catching the attention of your mom.

“You alright y/n?” She asks you, her sweet voice calling from the kitchen. She peeped her head around the corner to give you a concerned look.

“Yea I’m good. Nico just took my charger again,” you complain as you make your way out of the living room and toward the stairs. She laughs at that, being well accustomed to the silly quarrels between the two of you.

“Ay Weno” She comments while gently shaking her head, using her nickname for the boy. She returns to her activities in the kitchen and you walts up the stairs. You had somewhat of an agitated pep in your step, and when you reach his door you hesitate to turn the knob. “Will he know you were in there?” You think to yourself but ultimately conclude there wouldn't be a reason for him to know. You would be in and out anyway. Finally turning the knob, you step inside.

Nicholas’s room was surprisingly tidy for a teenage boy, which was basically the opposite of your own room. It wouldn’t be hard for you to find your charger at all. Walking to the center, you take a quick look around to see if you can spot your cord in any obvious places. That's when you pause and see a black jacket resting on his bed. It wasn’t your brother’s jacket, you would’ve stolen a bape jacket like that from him a long time ago. You walk up to the lump of cloth and pick it up, holding it up in front of you to examine it closely.

It was Gunwook’s. You can recognize it by the green camo and “WGM” on the hoodie now that you’ve turned it to the left. It was technically his signature piece of clothing, he wore it almost every day if it wasn’t blazing outside (even then he would still wear it sometimes). That’s why it takes you by surprise that he left it, but he would be back after laser tag so maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal.

A sinister smile grows on your lips as you hold the hoodie in your hands. Gunwook and Nicholas wouldn’t be back for at least another two hours, which left plenty of time for the room to remain unoccupied. Technically, they wouldn’t know if you tried it on for just a second..right?

You look around you as if there were cameras in the room, which is silly. There was no one in the house besides you and your mom. You tip-toe and slowly close the room door, just to be cautious, then return to the made-up bed. You hold the jacket up in front of you once more. There’s a waft of Gunwook’s cologne coming from the material, and you just know it smells exactly like him.

Should you put it on? One half of your brain asks.

Hell yea you should put it on! The other half responds almost immediately with a devilish face. The little voice in your head was a little too eager, but you might as well since you're here. Fuck it.

You gently unzip the jacket as if it were delicate glass, not wanting to ruin it, then slip it over your shoulders. It was pretty big on you, you can’t lie, the hem of it settling past the comfortable shorts you had on and reaching your mid-thighs. When you zip it back up, it looks like you have no pants on, and you giggle at how you look in Nicholas’s full-length mirror. You flip the hoodie onto your head, your soft curls being swallowed up by the shark design. As you breathe in, all you could smell was Gunwook, and not just his delicious cologne. There was something else that was uniquely him, and you sigh in content at how giddy it made you. You’ve dreamt of having a boyfriend just to be able to wear his hoodie that smelled just like him. You loved the way larger ones absorbed your figure, and how you could have cute sweater paws, just like you do now.

Ugh. You wonder what it would be like if Gunwook were your boyfriend. To be able to wear his hoodie whenever you wanted, or have him hold your hand or your waist and do what all boyfriends do. You lay yourself on Nicholas’s bed and hide your face in your sweater paws, curling in the fetal position. You couldn’t help the stupid grin on your face at your own thoughts, and it was honestly embarrassing what just thinking about the boy did to you. This crush has gotten way out of hand.

“You look cozy,” a deep voice teases from the now open doorway.

You felt your heart drop to your ass.

“Gunwook!” You yelp as you scurry off the bed and quickly reach for the zipper and pull. The universe was apparently against you today because the zipper got stuck and left you struggling and panicking to get it off. Heat rises to your cheeks in horror and humiliation as he just watches while leaning against the doorway, an amused smirk on his lips.

“He must think I’m so fucking weird. God just kill me just fucking kill me.” You chant in your head as he pushes off the doorframe and approaches you. You wish the ground would swallow you up whole right then and there, sucking you down into the deep depths of whatever’s underneath the earth’s core. He gets closer, and you unconsciously shut your eyes, trying to shrink inside the large hoodie like some kind of invisibility cloak. You’re frozen now, too terrified of what's going to happen now. “I’m sorry I was just-” you attempt to mumble out, but he shushes you.

“Lemme see,” he tells you, holding your hand in his and moving it away from the zipper. His hand was soft, and you tentatively opened your eyes to look up at him, all your thoughts disappearing. “The zipper is tricky, you gotta pull it slowly,” he guides, his deep voice soft as he easily fixed the small piece of metal and slowly pulled it down for you, the metallic zip filling the empty space around you. Him being so close and quite literally taking a piece of clothing off of you felt so intimate, and you didn’t know what else to do besides standing there and staring. Once he was done, he stood up straight and smiled down at you, his plump lips creating small creases on the edges. How can someone be so hot and cute at the same damn time.

In the middle of blatantly staring, a chuckle flew past those same lips your eyes were on and you quickly tear your gaze away. “Ah- Sorry..” you fumble and pull the jacket off of you, handing it to him while avoiding any kind of eye contact. Get it together y/n he already thinks you’re some kind of freak.

“It’s fine,” The boy in front of you shrugs and shuffles that same hoodie on, unintentionally shielding the way his black T hugged his toned body from your prying eyes. What a bummer. “You looked cute in it anyway.” His comment takes your focus from his abs, and you think about pinching yourself to make sure what just came out his mouth was real.

“Huh?” You foolishly ask, your face stunned like a deer caught in headlights. The taller simply smirks at you before you hear your brother calling from downstairs.

“Gunwook bro what’s taking so long? I told you it was on my bed!” He shouts impatiently.

“I got it! Coming now!” The boy in question calls back. His eyes were still on you as he spoke, making you feel like the air around your lungs was squeezing and strangling you. He tsked as he walked backwards and turned out the door, not saying anything else to you as he left.

Holy fucking shit.

[starryjake]

ok but why do i have a feeling that nicholas would be amazing at giving head…. i feel like he would go on and on for hours….

oh i just KNOW he gives amazing head. he’s not stopping until your legs are absolutely shaking around his head and you’re begging him to stop. he doesn’t care if you’re overstimulated, he needs more.

his grip on your thighs is so strong it almost hurts, refusing to let you close them. he wants to keep them spread and keep your pussy right where it is on his face for easy access.

loves sliding his long fingers into your tight hole, then licking and sucking on your clit while he fingers you </3 and he’s just STARING up at you, drinking up your insane and beautiful reactions and feeling his cock throb against the mattress.

he isn’t stopping until he makes you squirt, like he refuses. wants it all over his face, wants to be drenched in your sweet arousal. he’s so fucking dirty and is spitting out the dirtiest phrases and nicknames.

“c’mon angel, want it all over my face. you can do it.”

“my pretty little whore, just can’t get enough, can you?”

[b1mbodoll]

im sO looking forward to seeing you write again!! something thats been stuck in my head lately is shotgunning w nicholas 🫠🫠 the thought of a friendly little smoking session turning into a heated make out is making me SICK 😵‍💫😵‍💫 need to hump his thigh until im crying out of frustration tbh 🫣🫣 no bc putting into words how badly i want this man would create a new sin in the bible ngl

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pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: drugs + dryhumping + dacryphilia

💌: ur brain is so yum, i’m sick!!! i love the thought of mean dom nicho so much 😞

okay but smoking for the first time with nicholas 😵‍💫 you’re a little clueless ‘nd coughs wrack your body, feeling embarrassed by how intently he’s watching you and shrinking under his gaze. but he’s not to be mean, it’s because he’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around the blunt and how pretty you look, eyes glossy and a dopey little smile on your face as the weed affects you. and yeah, he feels a little bad so he decides to help you out, definitely for your benefit and absolutely not because he wants to kiss you.

“c’mere, pretty girl,” he says, seating you on his lap, placing a knee between your thighs. “let me help you.”

nicho takes the blunt from you, ashing it before taking a hit and placing a hand on your cheek, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb as a sign to get you to open up for him. “be a good girl ‘n make sure to inhale for me sweetheart.” he states, voice low and raspy.

he takes a hit and your eyes widen as his face comes impossibly close, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while you do your best to inhale, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

he does it a couple more times, taking pleasure in how flustered you look and the needier you get, biting back a smirk when you subconsciously grind back and forth on his thigh, quiet moans like music to his ears when his jeans catch your clit just right.

you’re so gone n so needy, you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes, peering up at nicholas through wet lashes with a sweet little pout adorning your face. he wants to help you out but he’s enjoying the show, flexing his thigh at times just to hear you gasp n moan, so close to reaching your orgasm but ‘s just not enough, unwillingly edging yourself the more you rut against him.

[bambisnc]

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drowning under the weight of unsaid words and hidden feelings was something you'd made your peace with.

falling for your best friend, nicholas, who just so happened to be a classmate was not the best decision ever; but you’ve been dealing with it rather decently all these years.

so.. maybe it'll all work out just fine.

is what you thought, merely minutes ago.

everything was normal then; with both of you trying not to fall asleep during a particularly boring class. the harsh yet very welcome RING! of the school bell jolted you awake from your trance-like state, and you’d wasted no time in grabbing your bag and making your way towards the door.

but when has nico ever just let you leave?

a "where'd you think you're goin'" and a sharp tug to the strap of your bag as you're pulled back by none other than your best friend.

he reminds you that you have cleaning duty that day with a far too gleeful expression..

..and that's how you find yourself leaning against a desk, zoning out to thoughts of him and how the afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows perfectly lighting his features aglow..

the loosened tie, the rolled up sleeves, the small smile playing on his lips as he says something.. wait he's talking to you.

"you're not exactly subtle you know?"

you find yourself unable to think of an appropriate reply, instead choosing to hide behind a simple roll of your eyes.

he lets out a laugh at that, making his way towards you, "i didn't expect you to be so careless with your duties.."

at that, you can't help but gulp because even though it's not like you're not physically affectionate towards each other but something about this moment is.. decidedly not platonic.

nico's hands rest on the edges of the desk, his face just a little too close for comfort. he's effectively trapping you against it; seemingly completely unaware of the effect this is having on you.

when he speaks up next, voice barely more than a whisper, you feel his lips hover just above yours, "or is it that.. you're just too distracted by a certain someone..?"

something shifts right then. an obvious tension shrouds you and it's as if the two of you are the only people in the entire universe.

your hand reaches to tug on his collar, tentatively, with a considerable amount of hesitance; but the way his eyes meet yours – you swear you can see the sun, the moon, all the galaxies in those eyes – leaves you reeling.

you're not sure which of you closes the distance between your lips but you can't really bring yourself to care in the slightest.

not when nico's lips press against yours impatiently, eagerly. like he's been waiting for this. yearning for this, almost just as much as you.

especially not when your stomach is busily turning upside down like its life depends on it; all the while your best friend allows one of his hands to tangle into your hair, effectively deepening the kiss.

you'd do this forever if you could, but the unfortunate need for air causes you to push him away.

and oh, the way his face looks the absolute picture of debauchery, of indulgence; what with his heavily lidded eyes and flushed face. his delicately swollen lips still grab your attention with unsurprising ease.

he looks like the prettiest mess ever.

you find yourself unable to deal with all the thoughts that suddenly flood your brain. this is what you've been dreaming of for ages. but n is your best friend. best friends do not do this.

his hand moves to gently cup the back of your neck, then; bringing you forward to capture your lips in another kiss, this one vastly differing from the previous.

tender, languid movements as if you have all the time in the world. his soft skin is hot to the touch but if it's him you wouldn't mind burning to ashes the second he asked.

you feel all your doubts slowly die down, a lingering warmth spreading in their place as you find his other hand on the desk and intertwine both your fingers.

[chiiyuuvv]

the stealer ★

roommate!nico 1k words

notes! nico is very cocky but gets shy in the end kekekeke... im so sane for him, uhh you have a girl bff that feeds into your delusionals. like one curse word but its only to describe something. also, first time doing all lowercase :)) it felt weird ngl but wtv ALSOO new post layout bc i don't like the old one anymore yayy

inspired by nicholas's recent live

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

“..and I swear he unbuttons his shirt on purpose,” you let out a breathy sigh, leaning your head against your bedroom wall to conceal your smile. it didn’t help that you could see your ridiculously hot roommate when you shut your eyes, visions of him walking around your shared apartment with peeks of his shirt visible, his bare arms exposed. you’d like to believe he was clueless of his actions, but the phone call with your best friend made you see things differently.

“he wants you so bad, girlie,” her teasing voice brings you back to your senses, an incoherent sound leaving your lips in denial as she laughs in return.

“we’re just roommates-”

“he doesn’t treat you like one,” your friend snaps. you could hear the shit eating grin plastered on her face as she goes about her weekly rant to prove how nicholas likes you more than a roommate. “he always finds excuses to sleep in your bed instead of his own-”

“my bed is probably comfier than his-”

“-and you always wake up cuddling,” she finishes her sentence despite getting cut off, “hm.. what did you say he does again?”

“okay.. I get it,” you plead, but to your dismay, she continues.

“no.. don’t leave yet,” your friend mimics nicholas’s hushed tone, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer into his chest. 

“okay-”

“and do you see how the man looks at you?!” you hear her exclaim, endless sighs leaving your mouth in embarrassment. “he looks at you like you’re the only girl in his world – which you are. there's hearts in his eyes-”

“okay!!” you successfully shout over your friend, your ears shot red from her teasings. besides her giggles, the conversation pauses with a comfortable silence, your fingers mindlessly tugging at the blanket draped on your bed. “he loves to steal my heart at night,” you mumble as a joke. your friend snorts, breaking the placid quiet.

“okay, bye!!” you hurriedly end the call, slamming your phone on your bed in the process. you bury your head into your pillow to let out a scream, before promptly standing up and dusting off your pants, composing yourself. you can’t look like a maniac when dinners almost ready, heh.

“that reminds me.. last time, when we were talking, I heard kissing sounds?? maybe you could expla-”

grabbing and tucking your phone into your pocket, you open your door and exit out of your room. you would have beelined to the kitchen if it weren’t for nicholas standing nonchalantly beside your door, his head down as his hair covers his eyes. you would have shaken the thought of your roommate hearing you gag over him – as the bathroom was right beside your room – if it weren’t for the huge smirk glued to his face. you felt your heart drop. 

“so I can only steal your heart at night? why not during the day?” it finally happened; your worst nightmare came alive.

“I- oh my god!” you shout in disbelief, your hands over your ears to cancel out nicholas’s teasing sounds. “shut up, weirdo!” 

“weirdo?! how am I a weirdo?”

“why were you listening to my conversations, you weirdo?!”

“why were you shouting about your “super hot” roommate, you weirdo?!” nicholas playfully sticks out his tongue, still tension overtaking the living room. it’s like fumes were steaming out of your ears, anger at your brain for failing to come up with a response in a timely manner, and at the boy staring at you with a smug look. without thinking, you grab the nearest object within your reach, luckily a pillow, and launch it at your victim.

the outcome made you want to cry.

not only did nicholas dodge your attack, he grabbed your arm just as you were about to lose your balance, the impact causing him to fall back onto the couch with you straddled on his lap. 

his head lands on the cushions, nicholas’s neck on display as his adam's apple bobs to the rhythm of his laughter. oh, were you glad he was enjoying this, kitty punches arriving on his shoulder as you frown deeply. the boy keeps your hands on his shoulders when you're about to remove them, his own moving to rest on your thighs. 

“well, isn’t this all you ever dreamed of?” nicholas gives you one of his stupidly handsome smiles. 

“just forget about what I said,” you look down in defeat, a whine leaving your roommates lips.

“why?” 

“it’s embarrassin-” 

“cute.” nicholas corrects you, using his finger to lift your chin, brushing the hair away from your eyes. “it’s so stinking cute,” he whispers when your gaze locks. you notice how he glances at your lips ever so often, biting his own to hold him back. from what? “you know, what you said really upset me.”

“what did I say? I’m so sorry you felt uncomfor-”

“I can only steal your heart at night?” a sigh leaves your lips, in relief he wasn’t actually mad at anything you said, and in disappointment because he was using your words against you. “why not during the day?” nicholas repeats, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“you don’t do anything heart throbbing during the day, I guess,” you shrug, knowing that was a massive lie.

“nu-uh,” he shakes his head before saying in a husky tone, “I can steal your heart anytime I want.” 

and it happened. 

nicholas lips pressed against yours, your hands tightening their hold on his shoulders. the loving strokes he gave your body didn’t help the swarms of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the pads of his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your sides as he swallowed your gasps. his lips were languid against yours, the softness wanting you to melt. you could feel him smile as he broke the kiss, a huge grin painted on his face.

he was shy.

his eyes, which were in tiny crescents, avoided yours as he laughed. his ears were blood red, the color traveling to his neck. he looked so flustered. 

“kawaii~” he giggles under his breath. apparently you were pretty red from the kiss too, his hands intertwining with yours as he pecked the back of them, whispering to himself, “I can steal your heart anytime I want..”

︴bonus! somehow a drabble turned into 1k words.... heh. dude my husband yes he is my husband, yes i am delusional decided to go live when i was in school?? luckily i could still watch him as i worked and i heard him say "i can steal your heart whenever i want" and i went oh.. ohh. it also didnt help i felt so fluttery (?) at the time so i immediately opened a google doc and started typing 💀 honestly did not expect me to spend 4 hours ACTUALLY writing this instead of giving up. i need some w's in the chat pls

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[enha-hype]

the sound of you

pairing : nicholas wang x reader

genre : pure fluff!! established relationship

warnings : none i think?

word count : 0.9k

Nicholas had been a little quiet ever since he got home from work that evening. It was clear he was lost in thought about something. When you asked him about it, he just chalked it up to him being tired but you knew there was something more to it. Still, you didn’t want to be pushy so you left it at that, knowing that he’d tell you about it when he was ready.

A few hours later, you’re in bed looking at your phone with your head resting on his chest, which is when he finally brings himself to ask what’s been bugging him all day. “Y/n? Do you find me scary?”

You put your phone down and turn to face him. “What?”

“It’s just, you know, everyone I meet always tells me that I come off as scary and intimidating – even Euijoo and Fuma felt the same when they first met me apparently – so I couldn’t help but wonder if you maybe feel the same as well at times. Because…well, because I don’t want you to feel that way, ever,” his voice is soft and a little sad. He meets your gaze, like he wants you to know he really means this. “I want to be your safe space, your comfort person. I know I have sharp features that make me look a little threatening at times, but you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?”

“Oh my love,” you cup his cheek. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about all evening?”

He nods, covering your hand with his.

“God, you are so cute,”

He frowns. “Cute?”

“Yes, cute. Baby, I’ve never found you scary.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. I find you about as scary as a baby kitten,”

“But kittens are already babies,”

“Exactly,”

“You could’ve just stopped with you’re not scary,” he sulks, a little offended.

You giggle. “But you know now that I think about it, I never did tell you about how I first fell for you, did I?”

He shakes his head, his eyes widening in sudden curiosity. “How?”

“It was love at first sound for me – the sound of your laugh. You sounded like the sun, Nicho, and it was so lovely and infectious I couldn’t help smiling too. You were with Euijoo, and it must’ve been something really funny because you were laughing for two minutes straight and this might sound silly, but I will cherish those two minutes for the rest of my life. I’d had such a shitty day and was feeling pretty hopeless, but then I heard you laugh and all I could think was, well a world that is capable of producing such a delightful sound can’t be so bad, can it? I don’t know if anyone has told you but your laugh is so . . . it embodies happiness. You know those pictures of rabbits that are captioned, ‘That’s the most bunniest looking rabbit I’ve seen’? That’s kind of what your laugh is like,”

He giggles and shakes his head like you’re crazy, although he feels his cheeks flush red. “You’re being ridiculous,”

You continue undeterred, “Like, if I were to meet an alien and had to explain what laughter is, I’d make them listen to your laugh specifically and say, ‘This is the sound we produce when our bodies are filled with so much joy we can hardly contain it. This is what happiness sounds like’,”

“Okay, you’ve gone beyond ridiculous now,” he rolls his eyes, but he feels his chest swell with love.

“No, I’m serious! When I first listened to you laugh, it made me want to keep listening to it, to be the reason for your laughter henceforth. And I swear to God even today every time I hear you laugh and see your eyes crinkle in that adorable way, I fall in love a little bit more which is insane because I think my heart might just burst at this rate. And for someone who fell in love the way I did, can you imagine how ridiculous it sounds to be told you’re scary?” you smile, booping his nose.

God, you’re going to make him cry at this rate. He pulls you to his chest, hoping you won’t notice how he’s already teared up just a little. What did he ever do to deserve someone like you? “How come you’ve never told me this before?” he asks. “All this time I thought you didn’t know me until Euijoo introduced us,”

“Well you never asked, for one thing. Besides, admitting how utterly, hopelessly, head-over-heels I am for you is hardly in my best interests, is it? Because I know now you’re definitely going to use this information to blackmail me all the time.”

This earns another laugh from him, and it surprises you how you haven’t gotten used to its effect on you even after so many months together. You didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much.

Objectively speaking, you could understand where people came from when they said he’s intimidating. But for you personally, you just couldn’t see it because ugh, even when you guys argued he had this softness in his eyes that melted your heart. Even otherwise, he was only ‘scary’ until one got to know what a softie he actually was, and you were sure even Euijoo and Fuma could attest to that fact.

“Well I’m not making any promises, but I’ll try to keep the teasing and blackmailing to a bare minimum,” he says in a mock-serious tone.

You pull back to look at him. “Uh huh, and what would be the ‘bare minimum’ according to you?”

“Oh I don’t know, I’m thinking like thrice a day?”

You punch him playfully. He breaks into a smile, closing the distance between you with a kiss.

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a/n : yes i wrote this solely because i needed to gush about how much i freaking love hearing nicho's laugh. i'm not even kidding i genuinely think he has the best laugh i've ever heard, just listening to it makes me so happy. if any of y'all win a fancall with him i need you to tell him how beautiful his laugh is please also why am i just a nichojoo account atp. someday soon i will get over the nichojoo brainrot and write for other idols but that day is not today apparently

divider credits : @cafekitsune

[am00ures]

꩜ .ᐟ ー　‘ BAD DATE ’ & TEAM

gneutral!reader x bestfriend!&team

﹝ ♡ . asking the teamies to come pick you

up after a date gone wrong!

ー tags! fluff, overprotective teamies, semi friends to lovers, cursing, reader needa wake up and smell the flowers

— words? 0

— warnings? cursing

— a/n : i need better fake imessage apps pls spare a crumb or recs 🤲

ー kei , fuma , nicholas

for anyone having a hard time reading nicho’s :

‘pls come pick me up he keeps trying to get me to go home with him and i’m uncomfy.’

ー euijoo , yuma

ー jo, harua, taki

ー maki

©am00ures 2025 . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[nichoswag]

red roses. an &team nicholas smau

pairing brother’s friend!nicholas x female reader

warnings tooth rotting fluff, nicho is like down bad and so is reader, petnames such as princess, bubs + cutie, threw in a random pinterest image of a couple cuddling

playlist bloom - aqyila

note this is partially the result of my brain at 2 am and partially inspired by a gut wrenching fic i read that made me sad so i needed to recreate it my way😛 also, ignore the timestamps and dates, my app won’t let me edit them rip

[kimakento]

you’re here

synopsis: your boyfriend has always been clingy when jealous, and you were never one to be against it if being honest. ⌙ 1.8k

pairing: wang yixiang x interviewer!fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of a scandal/rude fans, jealousy

tags: established (but secret) relationship, flirty!nicholas, a couple just doing lovey dovey things, reader usually interviews many famous groups

a/n: oh how no one will ever know how much i giggled while writing this…. jokes aside, &team fluff fic debut on kimakento, we all cheered!!!!!

never in your life would you have thought that you’d be asked to interview &team by your boss. though, when analysing the task at hand, there were some serious ups and downs.

a pro would be that you would get to see and talk one of your favourite groups, but the con was that being in a secret relationship with a member of said group meant that you couldn’t necessarily be too friendly or overbearing.

after receiving the news, you quickly shot nicholas a few texts, to which he responded eagerly to before calling you. answering the phone, you put the device to your ear; just barely missing the low chuckle that emitted from your speaker.

“so, you’re finally interviewing us?” there was a knowing tone to his voice. “i was wondering when my interviewer girlfriend would finally do it.”

“baby, this isn’t good. what about if people find out about?” you huffed.

“some fans are ruthless, i’d be out of work before i know it! and you’d also be caught in a scandal.“

“it’d be fine. i make enough to provide for the both of us.” the man took a short pause, anticipating your reaction.

“wang yixiang.” you snapped, cupping the speaker and moving to a secluded corner of your workplace.

he cleared his throat. “i was kidding… sorry! no one will find out, i’m sure. don’t worry your head over it, they’ll love you. they’ll love us.”

“thank you. i think i feel a bit better now,” you rested the back of your head on the wall behind you. “i gotta go, ba—“ loud footsteps boomed not far from you as you blurted out a parting. “bye, dad!”

“dad? huh, wha—“ you heard your boyfriend question before fumbling to hang up.

breathing out a sigh of relief, you jolted off the wall hearing your name being called. a team manager walked towards you before speaking curtly.

“you’re being called into the office. boss wants to brief you on the interview with that japanese group or whatever.” his voice sounded disinterested and rude. internally, you judged the man before nodding and making your way to the office.

when there you were ran through all the formalities; how you would address the members and such, and the questions to be asked. you were told that it would be in a week. and the stress of the expectations already started to catch up whilst in the meeting. your boss was adamant on everything being prim and perfect; stressing that there was absolutely no room for any mistakes. big or small. this only added to the pressure that you felt.

in the coming days before the interview, you had practiced the hell out of your script. your boss had given you the creative liberty of constructing your very own questions — as long as they were appropriate and relevant to the theme, of course — to ask the four eldest members attending.

but what made everything better was that nicholas had been coming over to watch you practice and also willingly became the victim of your endless questions. you’d sit there opposite him, hours on end, running through the paper in your hands.

with his help, you started to feel slightly more collected about the nearing event.

even though you had met the &team members before, you weren’t really acquainted with them as much as you would like which only added to your discomfort. you hoped that they would take nicely to you and enjoy the session to the fullest.

you were certain you’d evolved into a robot by the way the script had been in your face all day. and it only got worse. the night before, while doing your skin routine, you found yourself again repeating the words over and over. almost mantra-like. in your head, you imagined physically sitting there opposite the group and indulging in light conversation.

nicholas had even told you he believed you’d start asking those question even in your sleep, at this rate — to which you laughed at and then dismissed. you flopped onto your bed, tucking yourself in and the nerves seemed to fade the more you slipped deep into slumber.

in the morning, waking up felt as if a ton of bricks had hit you. still, you got up, showered after brushing your teeth and then scarfed down your breakfast. as you buttoned up your blouse, you stared into the mirror and began practicing your lines again.

your workplace was even worse. when you arrived, it was total chaos, your colleagues had been rushing all around, fixing the set, or briefing each other and setting roles. immediately, you were brought in for your makeup. the stylists all surrounded you, touching everything up; making sure you looked stunning.

whilst you watched yourself in the mirror, your phone buzzed.

a text from nicholas.

baby :D!

good luck, pretty!!!!! you’re going to be amazing, i know. make sure to pay extra attention to me too ;)

quickly after reading the message, a small smile adorned your face as you chuckled softly. he was always so thoughtful. in the midst of replying, the door flew open, revealing your boss. you turned over your phone before greeting him swiftly.

“you’re up in ten minutes,” he raised his hands, “give it your all!“

determination swelled in your chest as you nodded excitedly. the colour had returned to your cheeks, and you’d become much more relaxed.

the interview room was your forte, it was where you’d always excel. you were sat in front of the four eldest &team members with cue cards nestled comfortably on your lap. before the cameras started rolling, you exchanged light conversations with them, ensuring that you never interacted with nicholas too much.

once you were notified about the start of the interview, the room went silent as yudai, euijoo, fuma and nicholas went ahead to greet the cameras.

“one, two! we link! hello, we’re &team!“ they began in unison, bowing at the camera.

one by one, the four members had all finished their self introductions.

peering down at your first card, you spoke. “today, we are with some of the renowned members of &team! we will be asking them a few questions.” you continued on, oblivious to the fact that nicholas had been watching you lovingly.

your gaze scanned the room, accidentally landing on your boyfriend and locking eyes with him. frantically, you moved your attention to fuma.

you cleared your throat. “our first question is for fuma,” as he nodded, you smiled. “is it hard being a sub-leader? we know that you’re often dubbed as the ‘responsible one’, so how is it taking care of everyone, along with euijoo?”

“i do believe it is hard. most of us are very mischievous as you can tell, but we all make it work. though, sometimes i’m never given a break, especially by the younger members.” that part caused you to giggle before humming approvingly. “there are times where i just stop to think, ‘what have i gotten myself into?’ many times. for euijoo, it’s even more difficult.”

satisfied with his answer, you looked over to the leader as he nodded along.

the rest of the interview ran smoothly, with you asking each of them questions. though, you kept interactions with a certain red-haired man brief and short, focusing on the other members. no words could express how much you desired to feel the warmth of your boyfriend. you missed him so much despite being in the same room.

the fear of making a mistake made you unable to act on those feelings.

shortly after the interview, you shot a text to nicholas, informing him you were about to return to your apartment before leaving your work building and driving home. lazily turning the key in the lock, you rushed in and flopped face-first right onto the couch dramatically. fatigue washed over your whole body as lay there mindlessly.

moments later, you decided to wash up and change out of your work clothes. freshly out the shower and in your pyjamas, you padded your way softly to the kitchen. that was until you heard a light knock.

peering through the peephole, nicholas stood outside with glasses and a black cap on his head. he looked straight out of a cartoon, which made you fight the urge to guffaw at his choice of accessories. a while after letting him in, your boyfriend had made himself at home on the sofa while you stood at the kitchen counter.

“want some ramen?” you asked him.

“sure.”

humming softly, you got to work bringing two ramen packs from the drawer and opening them. but two arms snaking around your waist and a chin nestled right on your shoulder hindered you from finishing. and if that wasn’t enough to drive you crazy, your boyfriend even called your name softly.

“yeah?” by the tone of his voice, you could tell it was something serious.

“do you like fuma?”

“what on earth?”

the warmth of his figure slowly dissipated as his arms retracted from yours. “you can tell the truth, i won’t be mad.”

“baby...” turning around, his body caged you against the counter as you brought his hands to rest on your hips once again. “what makes you think that?” his touch on you just felt right. like you both were jigsaw puzzle pieces meant for each other.

“‘cause you were focusing on him during the whole interview. like i wasn’t there. like i wasn’t ever yours.” the adorable pout on his face only urged you to tuck a strand of hair out his eyes before your hands found their way to the base of his neck as you held your gaze on him.

nicholas’ face looked so... perfect.

just like him.

“that’s just my job, nicho. wanna know the real reason i actually didn’t pay attention to you that much?” you paused until he nodded eagerly in response. “it’s just that every single time i look at you, i get so nervous. my heart beats so fast and i was afraid that i would stutter or slip up,” the grin that slowly turned at his lips only grew at your every breath. “that’s why.“

“yeah? you’re nervous whenever you look at me?” there was a light and teasing side to his tone. of course that was what he would take from it, you mentally facepalmed.

“mhm.” you sighed at his relentless flirty remarks.

“okay, so if you had to choose. would you pick me or fuma?”

“if you keep this up, i might really end up choosing him, nicholas.” armed with slight irritation, you tilted your head to the side, breaking eye contact with the red haired, which prompted him to lean down and press a light kiss to your cheek.

“c’mon, baby,” it was almost as if you could hear the small pout that adorned his lips. “look at me. please.”

but when your name left his lips so sweetly, it felt like you could melt at that spot. fingers lightly gripped your jaw, making you face him once again, flustered at his previous actions.

“that’s my girl.” his hands moved up to cup your warm cheeks.

“you’re cute when you’re jealous.” you remarked in retaliation, even surprising your own self at the boldness of your words.

“come on, i wasn’t jealous.”

“you sure was. don’t try to lie out of this.”

the man sighed heavily, “fine. i was. happy?”

“definitely!” your cheery tone only prompted him to grumble in response to your teasing.

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