heartbreaker - l.cy

childhood bsf!anton x yn | wc: 8.9k angst, pining, emotions, dry humping & make out at the end

do not fear.. if this does well, there will be a pt. 2 & anton at the end is based off of how he looked on youngji's show.. yummy

:ঌ Базовый минимум (BASIC MINIMUM) ⭑ Z.YF ㅗ ໒:

📬 ❤︎ rich boyfriend!james 𝔁 gf!reader ─── ৻ꪆ to him, everything is simply ‘bare minimum’ when it comes to his girl.

❤︎ warnings+tags ─── ৻ꪆ non-idol au · aged up · rich!james · he loves pampering and spoiling you · nicknames · kissing (mild) · the lines in italics sprinkled in between the fic are the actual lyrics of the song which inspired me to write this entire fic on a whim <3

💌 ❤︎ notes ─── ৻ꪆ james in that outfit..... holy shit hold me back rn.... · also you can’t tell me this is canon james when it comes to his gf... 🥹💕 he has so much love to give bro deadass · also, surprise at the end (post-fic) for james stans (thank me later 😋)

❤︎ wc ─── ৻ꪆ 6.6k

𝄞 𓏸 my cortispilledmasterlist »﹙合﹚

❝ tracklist ❞  ─── базовый минимум—sabi, mia boykaa ❦ 7 rings—ariana grande ❦ queencard—i-dle ❦ rich girl—gwen stefani, eve ❦ i am—ive ❦ princess diana—ice spice, nicki minaj ❦ show—ado ❦ expensive—leikeli47 ❦ gotta go—chung ha ❦ queen—kanaria ❦ gold—itzy ❦ glamorous—fergie, ludacris ❦ smart—le srfm ❦ otonablue—atarashii gakko! ❦ luxury—azealia banks ❦ whiplash—aespa

:ঌ Базовый минимум (BASIC MINIMUM) ⭑ Z.YF ㅗ ໒:

📬 ❤︎ rich boyfriend!james 𝔁 gf!reader ─── ৻ꪆ to him, everything is simply ‘bare minimum’ when it comes to his girl.

❤︎ warnings+tags ─── ৻ꪆ non-idol au · aged up · rich!james · he loves pampering and spoiling you · nicknames · kissing (mild) · the lines in italics sprinkled in between the fic are the actual lyrics of the song which inspired me to write this entire fic on a whim <3

💌 ❤︎ notes ─── ৻ꪆ james in that outfit..... holy shit hold me back rn.... · also you can’t tell me this is canon james when it comes to his gf... 🥹💕 he has so much love to give bro deadass · also, surprise at the end (post-fic) for james stans (thank me later 😋)

❤︎ wc ─── ৻ꪆ 6.6k

𝄞 𓏸 my cortispilledmasterlist »﹙合﹚

❝ tracklist ❞  ─── базовый минимум—sabi, mia boykaa ❦ 7 rings—ariana grande ❦ queencard—i-dle ❦ rich girl—gwen stefani, eve ❦ i am—ive ❦ princess diana—ice spice, nicki minaj ❦ show—ado ❦ expensive—leikeli47 ❦ gotta go—chung ha ❦ queen—kanaria ❦ gold—itzy ❦ glamorous—fergie, ludacris ❦ smart—le srfm ❦ otonablue—atarashii gakko! ❦ luxury—azealia banks ❦ whiplash—aespa

THIS WAS SO HEARTWARMING AND SOFT

had me kicking my feet under my blanket

【 ⠀ ·  drink up 𓇿ㅤㅤ don't be shy  · ⠀】

💭info -> drinking, plying, nursing / hand-feeding alcohol, clingy nico, marking, drunk nico, sub nico, whiny nico。 ·

ֹ  · ❤︎ ⸝⸝ ──── · x reader  ⠀ |  mostly fluff⠀ 〔+18〕 ॱ  ✉️  ִ        

music blasted through the bustling streets of Taipei. crowds cluttered the tight alleyways. every corner filled with groups of messy, drunk college students. rows of bars and clubs falling in a perfect parallel heaven, just what you needed for the night.

you tagged along with a few friends for the night —nothing outrageous, no intention of picking up on a “one-night thing”—phone wasn’t accepting any new numbers, just the same group chat that pinged 400 times a day.

you threw on a lazy, tight tank top and a loose pair of baggy jeans, the kind that barely sit around your hips, the tank top leaving a peak of visible midriff skin. your bag rested over your shoulder, pressed uncomfortably deep into the skin, keychains jingling behind you with every step, announcing your arrival.

you wandered around the streets aimlessly for what felt like eternity. your eyes blurred the directions until all that was left was your intuition. feet stumbling around until you finally led you to an oddly quiet bar, no large groups of people covering the dance floor, unlike the packed clubs where music trickled through the thin walls. the music was low, not a slow tempo, but a volume that was far more hushed compared to neighboring areas.

the lights emitted a serious red, cramming every inch of the dance floor, just hardly hitting the tables—where your sights met your friends' silhouettes.

your feet brought you first, body moving just behind the hasty pace you prance at, bag charms chiming— the melody catching up to your friends’ familiar ears, their heads turn— all but one.

nicholas’s back faces you, a broad length that engulfed most of your vision. his hands planted on opposing ends of the table, slumped over the pile of empty shot glasses, napkins, and plates.

your chest hit his back, arms wrapping around his wide abdomen, fingers fisting into the delicate black fabric of his shirt. he reeked of alcohol, a bitter mix of everything you could think of— no clear notes of what wasn’t drunken, it clung to him like an intoxicating fragrance. he flinch forward, legs unsteady, his lips froze, parted, mid-sentence. letting your arms slowly untangle free around him. you peaked over his slouched shoulders. his hiccups hit against you, a thick waft of bitter-sweet soju followed his breath. his hair was messy, sunglasses covered his weary eyes, t-shirt was slightly stained and wrinkled. he turned to you, hindered and sluggish, lazy moves with his unsteady state. the table turned to you, pausing their conversations. their eyes all gave a knowing look, telling a collective story… or warning. the group seemed mostly sober— an occasional shot or two shared between, but nobody was as clearly wasted as nicholas. he was a light weight— surely he wasn't too deep into the night, but the effect were catching up faster than he could run.

you tried to comfort him, take him out of the bar— but he refused. he clung to you like a signature scent. resting his throbbing, dizzy head against your shoulder. his words slurred, mumbling against your ear. you nod along, trying to juggle every ongoing conversation, along with the whiny, clingy kitten hanging onto your side. “why aren’t you listening to me~?” he paw at your tank top— tugging the fabric, fingers holding the small drift of bare skin. his pout carries the tone, nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck. with every word, he stutters deeper into your plush skin. hands ghost your waist, moving to pull the sunglasses off— as if they worked overtime to block out the absent sun of midnight, tightening them back into his hair, pinning his short black hair.

he leaned down on his chair, face lit by the dim lights, legs spread ever so slightly, boxers peaking from his shirt that raised with every lengthy stretch. soft whimpers escaped his dried lips involuntarily. he nudged you again, burying his cheek against your shoulder. “come on, don’t ignore me~….” he whined, big glossy eyes staring up at you, sharp, yet carryinga weak, admiring gaze. his lips pout narrowly, cheeks rinsed a deep pink, circulating across his face— seeping like ink into his neck. a silver chrome hearts necklace drooping on top of his shirt, catching the deep red lighting. the top of his hair tickling your neck— your heart pounds through your chest, deafening you just enough where every conversation mixed into a single head throb. loud enough to where you swore someone could hear it, swore somebody could see the way your hands shook, the way your body stuttered with every move. hesitant, nervous, reaching for items to busy your brain from his intensely close presence. feeling the heat of him radiate onto you, warming your cold arms. “yixiang— stoppp your practically drooling all over me.” you nudge his shoulder, scarcely jerking him back until the ghost of him still hugs you. feeling the heavy heart pounding, weight lifted off of you, letting your dizzied head spin one last time. he looked back at you, a small bit of damage covered his face— his sensitive form melting your love-drunk heart. his once devilish, flirty smile now replaced by a small, gentle pout.

the night carried on, laughing, shouting, and small friendly bickering between the group. all but for nicholas, he sat in his chair, arms crossed, falling into the deep cushion and hardwood with every passing second. his cheeks slowly lowered the intensity of their color, now only coated by a small, gentle pinkish-red that scatter from his cheeks over his nose. he huffed every occasional comment, scoffing at the stupid jokes being exchanged. all until he tugged onto your side one last time.

you stood above him, head already thrown back, about to down the putrid, small glass of liquor. your hair tickling your neck, tank top sticking to your skin— the sudden gesture broke your behavior, freezing, feeling his hands wrap against your waist in a familiar way— too handsy for your friendship. he stared up at you, hands shifting down to your hips— eyes pleading, twinkling beneath you. your eyes meet— no, they lock. fixed on his sharp eyes, the way they ease when looking at you.

the countless times he stared at you with nothing but pure affection, all while you were too blind to notice. lost in the gut wrenching feeling that hit with every thought of him. too scared to face your own burning bad desires.

his eyes darkening, carrying a subtle hint of light that you couldn’t distinguish. his eyes dart between you and the small glass, shirt barely hitting his lower stomach, legs bouncing anxiously. his hair was slightly messy, only pinned by sunglasses to hide just how much of a drunk mess he was. he hiccuped words, barely letting comments go without slurring them together.

he gulped, watching his adam’s apple bob before his lips parted, a thick, smushed sentence of mandarin and english, he fell forward onto you, head sink against your abdomen. you felt the cold frames press to your bare skin, his fingers toy with your tank top, then he lifted his head, slow and steady, thoughts reconnected to make one simple sentence. “can you pour that for me…” his eyes shot to your glass, hands tightening around you, fingers dinging into your skin.

and so you did.

you bent to him, his eyes stared up at you, never once cowering from your sight. he unhurriedly inched off the chair, falling barely to his knees before you. you stare down at him, the weak yet pathetic way he seated before you. his earring snags the dim lights, glowing just barely. sunglasses pushed back his silky black hair, his cheeks' shade grew more harsh, a deep, almost reddened hue. he tilted his head back, eyes wet, a strong, sparked gaze. the over head light reflected in his black orbs, and a thin layer of sweat blanketed his neck. his lips parted, and in an instant, it all happened.

your hand guiding his chin up ever so lightly, a gentle hold on his soft skin. you shove the cruel glass to his dusky rose lips, waiting for his small nod of approval before tilting it back, his head falling back with the glass. the thin liquid pouring down his lips to his chin, layering to his throat. leaving a slick trail over his pale skin. he watches you, a deep thirst lingering before the bitter alcohol. the way he became so small under you, following your every move like an unbreakable order. his lips pressed tightly, the liquid dribbling down as he hesitantly swallowed, his brows furrowing, glossy eyes breaking connection with you. your soft hand gently smacking his cheek. he squeezes his eyes gently, lips slick, a whimper ripping from his throat. his head hurried down to his chest, until it met with you again— a shaky and weak “mm… thank you~” followed his deep, raspy voice.

it continued for the night, he begged you to keep feeding him the shots, kneeling before you like a statue. even if he was about to black out, he swore it was his last.

sticking onto you, whining in your ear, to even gently pressing his lips to your neck— anything to get your attention. his behaved lips faltered, just for a second, sucking on your skin. other hand pressing you deeper into him. all while the thick, heavy scent of alcohol sat with you.

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please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.

you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.

first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.

now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:

in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.

and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.

and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.

it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:

• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.

• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.

• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.

• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.

• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.

• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.

and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.

what i'm asking:

if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.

if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.

india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.

we can still save her. but only loudly.

reblog. share. don't scroll past.

surf instructor!nicholas x fem!reader

🌊summary : moving to Hawaii with your boyfriend opened up more opportunities than you would ever have thought so. In so many ways, you have been feeling trapped in your relationship. You went to multiple therapists, but they could never give you good advice. But it seems like therapists in Honolulu had a different mindset than in Portland. So, what happens when you go to a surf instructor your therapist recommended, who is way hotter than you expected? And you don't even know it yet, but as time passes even more opportunities will open up for you when you get closer with him...

🌊 genre : angst, smut, strangers to lovers

🌊 tags : cheating (kinda) , soft nicholas, gentle nicholas, pussy drunk nicholas, eating out, cowgirl, experienced nicholas, kinda inexperienced reader, jealous nicholas (YUMMM), unprotected sex (don't do this folks), whiny nicholas and lowkey a little bit submissive, dacryphilia , whimpering, usage of jagiya, harumaki if you squint but only if you squint, hickeys, nicholas loves tits, missionary

🌊wc : 14k

๑ ๑ ๑ song: cool for the summer - demi lovato ๑ ๑ ๑

🌊notes : first fanfic posted on here yeeeey!! sorry is anything is inaccurate i never been in either portland or hawaii lmao. i thought this was going to be a small ff, smut with some plot but... angst happened. BUT this is not a problem since we love drama obvi. reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated, they keep me motivated🥹 but even if you just take your time and read this, it means a lot. hope you enjoy!!

TANGLED FATE

wang yixiang (nicholas) x reader | 3,628 words. | fluff, fantasy, kitsune!au, onmyoji!au | cw. possessive behavior, mention of blood, injury descriptions.

bad luck had followed you for as long as you could remember.

not the kind where you missed trains by mere seconds, or accidentally dropped your phone face-first onto concrete.

no, yours was the sort that felt deliberate. as though something unseen had taken personal offense to your existence and decided, with cruel amusement, that your life would become an endless sequence of disasters.

cups shattered the moment your fingers brushed against them. door hinges snapped loose whenever you stepped through. you even had once nearly drowned after the bridge beneath your feet gave way without warning.

your family had dismissed it as unfortunate coincidence at first. until strange things began happening.

TANGLED FATE

wang yixiang (nicholas) x reader | 3,628 words. | fluff, fantasy, kitsune!au, onmyoji!au | cw. possessive behavior, mention of blood, injury descriptions.

bad luck had followed you for as long as you could remember.

not the kind where you missed trains by mere seconds, or accidentally dropped your phone face-first onto concrete.

no, yours was the sort that felt deliberate. as though something unseen had taken personal offense to your existence and decided, with cruel amusement, that your life would become an endless sequence of disasters.

cups shattered the moment your fingers brushed against them. door hinges snapped loose whenever you stepped through. you even had once nearly drowned after the bridge beneath your feet gave way without warning.

your family had dismissed it as unfortunate coincidence at first. until strange things began happening.

talk big, choke harder  .✦ ݁˖ hirota riki, wang yixiang

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹

.☘︎ ݁˖ you're perfectly stuffed between Maki's throat and Nicholas's hunger.

maki x f!reader x nicholas | contains: explicit threesome, dom nicholas, teasing maki deep throat, p in v, breath play, dirty talk, consensual rough play

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹

just my roommate ⌗ 𐔌roommate!n.wang x f!reader𐦯

You finally finished the project your professor assigned two days ago–you hated his class. He’d treat his class like a boot camp. In time you became starved so here you were, scrolling through your notes; RECIPES on the notes app. You decided to make some pasta–with chicken of course–at first you debated only making some for yourself but with a quick glance at the clock, you realized that it was around the time your roommate came home. Nicholas Wang.

You and Nicholas didn’t get along much, you’d rarely see him in the 2-bedroom apartment you both shared, and when you did, you both didn’t talk much. But since you were feeling kind today, you added more penne pasta to the boiling water in the pot. The seasonings were perfectly lined up in front of you as you cut the chicken breast into small pieces. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, careful not to cut yourself with the big kitchen knife. Right after you finished cutting the pieces you heard the sound of numbers being entered into the digital keypad.

Your head lifts the same moment Nicholas steps into your view. From where you stood you could see the tiredness in his body, the subtle beard growing from days of not shaving. He didn’t notice you at first but when he did he gave you an awkward smile. “Hey, making pasta, you want some?”

Nicholas gives you a tight smile and nods. You nod slightly at him before he walks past the kitchen and toward his room. You watch him walk away, the black tee hugging all of his muscles, the grey shorts decorated with his football team’s logo–a wolf.

Nicholas was the vice captain of the basketball team. He was scouted alongside your friend Jo. You clear your throat and shift your attention back to your dinner. You seasoned the chicken and carefully put it into the pot. You grabbed the lid and covered the pot, reaching for your phone, you set a timer for ten minutes, then you’d check up on it.

You began to scroll through your notifications. A couple of texts from your friends asking if you wanted to bake with her tomorrow. You responded with a simple yes and went to Instagram, liking a couple of stories and commenting on Fuma’s new hiking post. You giggled at Maki’s enthusiasm: “YEAH BROOOOOO AYEEEEEE” “TS IS SO FIRE” “COULD NEVER BE ME.” You knew Fuma would no doubt be embarrassed but appreciated by his friend's comments.

“FUCK!” The sudden manly yell made you jump out of your skin, giving the food a side glance, making sure it was cooking fine, you hurried toward the direction of his room. The thought of knocking didn’t even cross your mind as you swung the door open.

“Are you–” You paused your sentence, too stunned to speak. In front of you was Nicholas leaning against his dresser, his head thrown back slightly, panting. But now his full, undivided attention fell on you. He wasn’t just against his dresser. He was almost fully unclothed. The only piece of clothing was a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that hung way too low.

You swallowed, a thick lump of spit traveled back down your throat, and your eyes trailed down his figure unintentionally. There have been many times when you have seen Nicholas walking around aimlessly with just a towel hung loose on his waist, but this sight in front of you made you hungry.

He straightened up, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and lock eye contact with him. You refused to look anywhere else. You cleared your throat. “Hm–Are you–Are you okay? I heard your yell.”

Nicholas takes a second to respond, “Uh, yeah, sorry to scare you. I just–” He turns his body toward you, giving you a full view of his defined abs. You refused. You couldn’t move your eyes anywhere other than his face, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “I’m frustrated.” You beckoned him to continue. “The coach decided to bench me for two entire games.”

“What?”

He nods, “Yeah, uh,” Nicholas scratches above his eyebrow, “I kind of got into it with Sunghoon.” Ah, him. You swallow hard at the mention of him.

Curiously, you ask, “Why?” Be careful to approach him with the question as you cross your arms in front of him. You look at his face for a second, and that’s when you notice he has a cut on his lip and his eye is sort of red. You gasp, immediately throwing yourself his way and cupping his face with your cold hands.

Nicholas winces at the coolness, but also the pressure. He hisses, and you remove your hands.

“Shit, Nico. What the fuck did he say? Did he say anything about you or the gro–” Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.

“You. He brought you up.” You took a step back, arms flopping to your sides.

Sunghoon Park was your ex-boyfriend for two years. You thought you two were endgame–a wedding, a house, and kids were all in your books. But, to him, your relationship was a silly game. For an entire year, he made you out to be a fool and made you believe he truly was the one for you.

Except he made it clear the day you had to stay out late in the campus library.

You had finished earlier than expected, and as you walked back to your dorm, you saw him hand in hand with another girl. Then you watched as he leaned down not just to peck her lips–no, he gripped her waist, like he did to you, put her hair behind her ear, as he did with you, and he kissed her with desperation–like he couldn’t live without her. All like he preached to you.

You blink up at him. “The fuck?”

Nicholas looked down at you with remorseful eyes. “Yeah, asshole decided to bring you up out of nowhere.”

You gulp, crossing your arms. “What did he say?”

“It’s better if you don’t know. Asshole’s like him can never keep their mouths closed.”

You huffed, “You’d think I would be the one to still talk about him, but it seems he’s still butthurt I did it in front of the entire team.” You shift your weight from one foot to another, completely forgetting that Nicholas was almost naked in front of you.

Without thinking, you reached up and lightly touched the corner of his lips. His head jerked back instinctively with a wince. “Shit, sorry. Let me help you.” Nicholas immediately shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I can do it myself. But I have to take a quick shower first, so…” Nicholas now seemed aware that he was just standing in his boxers. “If you’ll excuse me…”

You cleared your throat, rapidly blinking, “right, sorry. I’ll be in the kitchen…if you need me.” You don’t let your eyes leave him until you’re out of the room.

You make it three steps down the hall before your composure cracks.

“Get it together,” you mutter under your breath, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead like that’ll reset your brain. It doesn’t. You inhale sharply and push into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the aggressive sizzle of your pot. “Oh shit.”

You rush to the stove and turn down the fire, lifting the lid completely to examine the food. A cloud of steam hits your face as you grab a utensil to stir the food. Once everything is fine, you let out a big sigh, gripping the counter as if it’d run away from you.

“This is Nicholas,” you whisper. “You barely talk. He’s just your roommate. That’s it.” Except it doesn’t feel like just that anymore. He defended you even if you weren’t close. He probably left your ex in a worse condition than he was in.

The sound of the shower turning on echoes faintly from down the hall, but that makes everything worse.

You busy yourself quickly, draining the pasta, seasoning the chicken again, tossing everything together, as if muscle memory can outrun your thoughts. By the time you’re done, you’ve plated two bowls without even realizing it.

You move them towards the kitchen table and set them up. “Not gonna lie… it smells really good out here.” Your grip on the bowls tightens before you turn around.

Nicholas stands there, hair damp, a loose gray shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, fresh sweats sitting low on his hips. You gulp and look away, tugging at your collar aggressively.

“Thanks. But now eat so I can clean your wounds.”

For the next fifteen minutes, the two of you ate in silence. There was an unspoken tension that you could both feel. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but it was there.

Nicholas had long finished his food, just minutes before you did. Once your fork hit the bowl, he sprang up and took the bowl before you could say anything.

You were still chewing your food when he did that, so you immediately coughed as you forced the food. “What the hell? You scared the shit out of me.” He ignores you. He just takes your bowl like it’s the most normal thing in the world and walks it over to the sink, stacking it with his.

“You eat slow,” he mutters, turning on the faucet.

You scoff, grabbing your cup and taking a quick sip to recover. “Or maybe you eat like someone’s gonna steal your food.” A quiet huff leaves him.

The water runs as he rinses the bowls, his back facing you. The gray shirt clings more now around his shoulders, damp in places, and you hate that your eyes linger for even a second longer than they should.

You look away. Again.

Once he’s finished, you don’t give him time to argue as you take his hands and lead him into your room, heading straight for your bathroom.

He’d been here once or twice, the nights you’ve come home absolutely hammered after a night out at the club, you had stumbled your way inside the apartment, and he had managed to drag you to your room in the dead of night. But seeing it during dawn felt different.

Even if he’d been your roommate for a long time, he had to admit, he didn’t know you that well. You get first aid things from your cabinets before you turn over to look at him.

“Come,” you say, sitting on the bathroom counter. “I said I’d clean your wounds.”

Nicholas glances over at you. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you cut him off, “Sit down.”

There’s a brief pause before he listens to you and awkwardly sits on the counter. He watches as you fiddle the cap to the ointment, and the first aid kid you set it down on the counter next to him, opening it with more focus than necessary. You slowly start to apply stuff to his lips. Your hands are colder than usual, Nicholas hisses as your hand cups his cheek. “Don’t flinch,” you mumble.

“I didn’t flinch,” he replies.

You don’t look up from his lips as you reply, “You literally hissed.”

“Because your hands were freezing.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing.

You roll your eyes, scooting closer. In correspondence, Nicholas spreads his legs wider, and you tilt his chin slightly with your fingers. “Yeah, well, deal with it.” You hadn’t realized your position yet. He was on the bathroom counter with you standing between his spread legs, leaving you no space to move freely.

You hadn’t noticed, but he had.

His breath hitched the moment you had scooted closer to get the ointment on, his eyes narrowing down past your face, accidentally falling on your breasts. The way you were leaning into him and giving him the perfect angle to look into the valley of your breasts made his heart jump.

He quickly looked away, even if his heart was telling him no.

Your touch is lighter now—more careful—as you dab at the cut on his eyebrow with antiseptic. He tenses a little, but stays still, his eyes fixed somewhere on your face.

You try not to notice. You really try, but it’s hard when he’s this close.

When you can feel his breath, steady but heavier than usual. Every time your fingers brush his skin, something in your chest reacts like it shouldn’t. “You could’ve just ignored him, now you’re going to have a black eye and a busted lip,” you say quietly, still focused on his eyebrow.

Nicholas scoffs softly. “Yeah, and let him keep talking?”

You frown slightly. “I don’t care what he says.”

“I do.” The words come out quicker than intended. When Nicholas realizes this, his eyes widen, but they falter when you pause and stare at him. Your hand stills for half a second before you continue, slower now, and look away.

“…Why?” You don’t look at him when you ask.

But you feel it, the way his gaze settles on you again, deeper.

“You already asked me that,” he says.

“And you didn’t answer.” Your wrist is gently caught, and you freeze at the touch. Nicholas’s hand isn’t tight. He’s not forcing anything. Just… holding you there, enough to stop your movement.

You finally look up. He’s already looking at you. “I don’t like the way he talked about you,” he says, quieter now. “Like you were just… something he could mess with and walk away from.”

Your chest tightens. “He doesn’t get to do that, especially when he cheated and lied to you.” Your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out.

“Nico…” you start, but your voice comes out softer than you expect.

His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go completely; instead, his free hand tests the waters. He brings it to your waist, and he watches as you inhale and look down at his hand. Then, it slowly comes down to your hip where he begins to circle your clothes skin with his thumb.

“You deserve better than that,” he adds. Nicholas stares down at you with hooded eyes. His eyes have suddenly switched, turning from a friendly stare to something you couldn’t quite place.

Your heart stutters, but you try to laugh it off, to lighten it, to push it somewhere safer. “You barely even talk to me, and suddenly you’re—what—my personal bodyguard?”

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Something like that. I could be, if you really wanted me to.”

You shake your head, but there’s no real bite in it. “You’re stupid.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Probably.” Neither of you moves.

Your hand is still in his, and your other hand is still hovering near his face. You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fine now. It’s just a small cut.”

“Mm,” he hums, but he doesn’t move back, doesn’t let go of your waist or your hand. You should move away and push him off of you. You should, but you don’t. Instead, you stay right there, caught in the quiet, in the warmth of his hand around your wrist, in the way he’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.

You can feel his breath on your face as you flutter your lashes up to him. “Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head as he finally tears his gaze off of you and looks down.

Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, “What?”

Nicholas chuckles, his shoulders jerking, “You make me feel insane.”

Your brows knit together, your heart thudding harder at the way he says it. “How?” you ask, quieter now.

He exhales slowly, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to pull away, but you don’t. His hand is still warm against your skin, his thumb still brushing slow, absent circles against your hip like he forgot it was even there.

“Because I’m trying really hard,” he mutters, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to yours, “to not do something I might regret.”

Your breath catches.

The air shifts.

“What would you regret?” you ask, even though part of you already knows.

His jaw tightens slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. “You really wanna ask me that right now?” he says, voice lower now, rougher.

You don’t say anything. His hand slides a little firmer against your hip, grounding you in place. His other hand finally lets go of your wrist, but only so it can come up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before settling just under your chin.

Your breath hitches.

“Nico…” you whisper, but it comes out like a small whimper. This makes Nicholas’ eyes darken. He never knew such noise could get him this excited.

His thumb tilts your chin just slightly upward.

“Last chance,” he murmurs.

You stare into his eyes as you try to puzzle this, one moment you were just innocently cleaning his wounds, and the next, you’re leaning.

Both of your lips clash like oceans, with desperation and lust. The thumb that had been resting on your chin wanders over to your neck, where he wraps his entire hand around it.

Your lips move on their own, chasing the high you didn’t know you desperately needed.

A moan escapes your mouth as Nicholas gives your neck a small squeeze. The action caused your mouth to open slightly, but it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside.

His other hand comes to your head, cradling it and digging his fingers in your hair with desperation.

The kiss started to get messier, with his tongue moving against your own, and you felt like you could no longer breathe. With a small push, you disconnected yourself from him, heavy breathing.

His pupils were dilated and filled with hunger, just like yours.

No words were needed to communicate what you both needed next. Nicholas hopped off the counter, completely disregarding the small kit next to him, ignoring how much his face was hurting. All he wanted was to ruin you.

He towered over you, but he suddenly crouched, picking you up and making you lock your legs around his waist.

Luckily, the door to the bathroom had been open, making it easier for him to move into your room, all while he nuzzled his head in your neck, giving you light but sloppy kisses, marking you up.

“Nico…” the more you said his name, the more he wanted to ruin you.

He carefully set you down on your bed, pushing himself up to hover just above you. The gold chain he always wore was peaking out from his neckline until it slipped, dangling over your face.

“Are you sure about this?”

You had never felt more annoyed than now. With a roll of your eyes, you replied, “Just fuck me already.” You pulled him by the chain and kissed him harshly.

He let out a whimper of surprise. You could feel him smirk into the kiss.

Desperate, you put your hands on his chest and flipped him onto his back, placing your legs on either side and locking him in place. Your pussy pulsed as you sat directly on top of his bulge. You could feel the thickness and length, and god, he was huge.

You quickly worked your way out of the shirt you had on, leaving you in just your lacy white bra that covered practically nothing.

Your tits were practically spilling out of the cups. Nico’s eyes automatically fell on them. His mouth watered at the sight. He watched as you leaned over to the bedside table and fished for something. A condom, he assumed.

He wasn’t paying much attention to what you were looking for; his hands came up to your tits like magnets, latching onto them and just holding them. He didn’t massage or squeeze; he just held them there like he couldn’t believe it.

Countless times had he seen you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts he loved, the ones that always rode up your thighs, exposing your bottom. But he’d never seen you in this light, not this close.

When you finally found what you were looking for, a condom, you held it up. He spoke before you could. “Those won’t fit.” He said.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

He sat up, rubbing your skin. “Baby, the condom is too small.”

You chewed your lip as you glanced at the condom and back at him. The heat radiating between you two was hot. “Fuck,” you said.

“It’s okay, we’re already here, cmon, I’ll just eat you out.” As good as the offer sounded, you needed him in you.

You tossed the condom to the side, and his gaze followed. “What are you—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as you pressed yourself further down and rolled your hips. The motion made you both hiss.

He was already so sensitive, the precum had already gathered at the tip, without looking at it, he knew the tip was red and sensitive. “Ahh, fuck, don’t do that.”

You tilted your head, rolling your hips once more, “Why? Scared?” The action made you suppress a moan; you bit your lip as you looked into his eyes.

His gaze darkened, “Y/n.” He warned, squeezing the side of your hips.

“Relax, let me ask you this: have you been tested recently?”

He nods with quickness, “Yes, I’m clean, through and through.” You hummed, content at the response.

“And how long have you been wanting to fuck me raw?” You didn’t get a proper answer as he flipped you onto your back. The action made you yell and let out a laugh. But he wasn’t laughing.

He gestured for you to lift your legs, “Can I?” You rolled your eyes, even though he was about to fuck you raw for the first time, he just had to be a gentleman.

“Yes,” You hadn’t finished the word before he pulled your shorts, along with your laced panties, down your legs. He tossed them to the side, not caring where in the room they landed.

Nicholas was entranced. The sight before him was one for sore eyes. “Holy shit, why have you been hiding this from me?” Nicholas lowers himself until he is eye level with your glistening pussy.

You attempted to close your legs, but that just made him push your legs further, giving him a better view and access.

He leaned in, nuzzling his head just close enough where his tongue flattens against your dripping sex. His tongue gives you one clean stroke, making your stomach flutter, and you flinch. “Oh fuck,” you whimper. Nico repeats the action, a clean stroke from where juices were threatening to spill, up to your swollen and sensitive clit.

He rests his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them further and wider apart for his convenience. You try not to get embarrassed by the vulgar sounds coming from the lower half of your body.

You hear the way your pussy squelches and plaps as the muscle probes your entrance, lapping your juices around. You jerk on instinct, suppressing a moan. Nico notices this and lifts his head, his eyes narrow, sharp, but it’s enough to communicate his thoughts to you.

Weakly, you nod your head in understanding, and with your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth back onto your pussy.

He wastes no time and goes back to devouring. You lay there, your chest heaving up and down like you’d just sprint miles, “Ahh.. fuck, right there!” You grip his hair, tugging it slightly.

Nico groans from the action, which causes a vibration to travel across your pussy, edging you closer. Nico can tell you’re at the brink of cumming.

You miss the way he smirked against your sex, but it’s not long before you feel his tongue detach from your entrance and move higher up to your deprived clit.

Nicholas uses two fingers to spread your entrance wide. He smears the juices further, coating his fingers in your slick until he pushes one in.

Your back arches as you feel it hit deep into your gummy walls, “Fuck!” Nico retracts his finger until just the very tip is inside before he pushes it back in, stretching you open.

Your other hand comes up to your clothed tit, sticking your hand inside your bra, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple.

Nicholas’ attention shifts to your tits for a second, watching as you add more to your pleasure. He takes this as a chance to insert a second finger, really stretching you out. “Oh! Mmm… fuck! Right there! Shit!”

He detaches his mouth from your swollen clit for a second, his hungry eyes looking at you. “Tight little pussy, tastes so sweet…” he says out of breath. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as he scissors his fingers in and out of your gushing pussy.

By now, your comforter is soaked, but so is his face and hands. He won’t complain, though, ever. “Can’t believe I’ve never had a taste before. Always teasing me,” he lowers his mouth, kissing your inner thighs, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss trails.

“Wearing those tight, pajama shorts that covered nothing, prancing around the kitchen like a dirty whore,” Nicholas scoffs, speeding up his movements. You felt the way his fingers hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and your back arch.

You feel that knot in your stomach, the same one you’d feel when you’d finger yourself or fuck yourself with a toy. “Mmm, ‘m so close,” you say, back arching.

“Yeah?” He asks, his movements begin to speed up; he’s determined to make you finish.

You moan, “Fuck, oh shit… ngh, keep going. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You knead your tit with your entire hand now, while the other remains in Nicholas’ hair. You pull at his hair slightly as the familiar coil starts to near.

Nicholas watches carefully as you throw your head back, your mouth opens wide as you gasp for air, “Oh–Oh my…god! Fuck– right there, please, please, let me come.” But it’s then that a flip switches in his head.

You’re unaware of the sudden shift. Only when his fingers leave your aching hole do you wince and whine. “Wha—“ your eyes shot wide open in disbelief and disappointment. You see the sneaky smirk on Nico’s face as he sits up. He maintains eye contact as he brings the two fingers that were inside of you, and puts them in his mouth.

He hums, purrs, at how sweet you tasted. He slurps the juices on his fingers like a lollipop. “Mmm, so sweet.” He taunts.

You sit up, and at the same time, you feel how sticky your inner thighs and pussy were. “What the hell, I was close. Too close.”

Nicholas laughs, but there’s something serious about it. “Changed my mind. Did you think I was going to let you cum just like that? I don’t think sluts like you deserve to cum, do you think bouncing around, with those thin, see-through tank tops wasn’t gonna catch my attention?” His eyes fall on your exposed tits.

“So perfect…” he says to no one in particular. Nicholas leans in just enough to catch your lips in a deep, quick kiss. You kiss him back with desire, arching yourself to him, your front pressing up against his own. You moaned as you felt your covered, hard nipples brush his shirt.

“Take it off,” you quickly unclasp your bra. You watch as he pulls his gray tee over his head, exposing his hard, toned abs.

He sees you swallow thick at the sight. “I’m all yours,” he says, beginning to lower his sweatpants, but your hand shoots out before he continues.

Puzzled, he furrows his eyebrows, but instead of giving him a verbal response, you flip him. Now the two of you are back to how it was in the beginning. The way you sit on him makes your clit rub on his sweats, on his thick and prominent hard-on.

Nicholas puts his hands on your hips, then they trail back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he slaps your ass cheek. He bites his lip as he watches you. Your fingers are trailing his lower abdomen like you’re under a spell. He observes the way you bite your lip as your index finger traces his abs down his happy trail.

A finger slips into his boxer waistband. Teasingly, you play with the fabric as you lock eyes with him. He groans, both impatient and under tension. “Please…” Your ears perk up at the desperation in his voice.

“Fuck…Y/N. Stop teasi-” You cut him off by pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You watch as it springs out, heavy and thick. Your mouth waters at the sight; it slaps against his hard abdomen.

It’s everything one can ask for: the tip, red and swollen, beads of pre-cum falling off, landing on his abdomen. You grasp the base of his cock, watching as his breath hitches at the touch. You lift yourself from his thighs and scoot closer, hovering over his cock.

“Please–please, baby,” his hand tightens at your hip, clawing your sides. You’re sure that was going to bruise later.

You grab his shoulder with one hand as the other guides his cock to your entrance. You feel the way both his pre-cum and yours mix.

Slowly, you begin to sink. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his cock begin to split you open, intruding your insides, “Aah–”. The feeling makes you roll your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.

Nicholas whimpers, hissing at how good you feel. “S…So t-tight. Fuck,”

Both of you moan in sync as you fully bottom out. The tip of his cock kissing the top of your cervix, you could feel the way he twitched inside of you, every vein felt so intrusive and yet so good.

You leaned forward, grasping Nicholas’ face with both of your hands as you placed a rough kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hold back either, placing his hands lower, firmly gripping your bare ass, spreading your cheeks open, and fondling them as he gripped them.

The action made you roll your hip slightly. Nicholas moaned into your mouth, hot and loud. Rocking back and forth, you began to bounce up and down slightly.

Nicholas felt like he was going to cum at any second, the way you clenched around him when you sank on his cock, hissing in pleasure and pain. As you began to bounce up and down, Nicholas couldn’t help but detach his lips from you and attach them to your nipple.

“A-ahh..”

The tip was starting to hit that spot that you knew was gonna make you cum any second, “so b-big, fuck me… fuck… please.” You begged. Nicholas could feel the way your body was starting to slow down, and your bouncing got sloppier to the point where you were just grinding on him.

Taking initiative, he flipped you over on your back whilst remaining inside of you. He pushed your legs up, your heels above your head. But the new angle made you feel everything.

Your glistening pussy was fully exposed to him now. Nicholas looked down to where both of you were connected, and he couldn’t help but pump his cock in once and then twice, watching it slide in and out as it made squelching sounds. A white ring of cum formed at the base of his cock, his eyes traveled back to your face, watching you make fucked out expressions.

He began to pump in and out of your pussy, moaning at the way your tits were bouncing in sync. His hips rolled in desperation. Your gummy walls clenched around him; the stretch in the new position felt brutal.

Nicholas grabbed your hips, snapping them towards his own as he began to rut into you at an unforgivable speed.

“Fuck, fuck, shit baby, feel so good.” He rolls his hips again, letting your legs fall limp, but you quickly lock them around his waist, pulling him closer.

Nicholas buries his face into your neck, sucking on a spot. Marking you as his.

You claw at his back, nails sinking deep into his skin, leaving your own marks on his pale skin. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close. Harder… p-please.” You’re panting hard at this point, sweat forms at the crown of your forehead, and your hair sticks to your face.

“Oh? You want me to f-fuck you h-harder?” He pants, stumbling over his words as he goes deeper—if that was even possible.

Speechless, you could only nod. Nicholas smirks, his gaze meeting yours, “beg for it.”

“Please, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please, I n-need you.. so fucking bad…” You babbled. You were so cock drunk, Nicholas chuckled at you.

He pulled out from you, a thin, long string of slick, dragged out as he disconnected himself from you. The milky white string broke apart.

“Since my pretty girl asked for it,” you felt yourself be moved, your face pressed against the softness of your pillow as Nicholas pushed down the middle of your back, arching yourself for him.

Your ass is up as you feel your head being gently pushed further into your pillow. Without a word, you felt his thick cock slide up and down your pussy, collecting your slick before he gave one push, bottoming out fully.

Your hands flew up to clench the sheets, fisting them as you jerked forward, biting your lip in satisfaction.

“Fuck,” Nicholas dragged out, his hand coming to the curve on your back, pressing you down, angling you wider. “Pussy so tight…all for me.” A deep groan left his mouth as he began to move his hips. With each stroke, you felt like he was splitting you open.

“Tight little shit.” His speed began to increase, and the pleasure increased too. “Look at you,” he rasped, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of you, coated with slick. “Such a g-good little s-slut. Should’ve b-begged me to fuck this p-pussy sooner…” His words were enough to make you clench your pussy tighter around him, moaning louder as your hips were trying to meet his own.

“C’mon, come on my cock,” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he reached down to where both of you are connected, his pointer finger rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you. “Come for me, wanna feel you squeezing ‘round me.”

You make tiny little noises that make him increase his pace. Nicholas uses his free hand to reach forward, wrapping as much hair as he can around his wrist, pulling your hair back. “Oh fuuuck,”

“Aah—please, Nico… baby, I c-can’t. T-too much… ‘m too close.”

“Hngh, me t-too, perfect little cunt. S-swallowing me whole, so perfect, baby.” You’re on all fours now, your hands on the mattress as you try to balance yourself. Your hair is being pulled back, and you couldn’t help but grind and chase Nicholas’ hips.

His abs are flexing with every desperate rut, with every hectic thrust. “Fuuck, where d-do you want me…?”

You gasped as you suddenly started to feel overstimulated with pleasure. His cock kept rubbing the squishy spot inside, making you gasp for air. “I–Inside, fuck, cum inside p-please.” Nicholas’ eyes widened at the request. He didn’t think you’d say that, but he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t like the idea.

“S-shit, so warm, ‘m gonna fill you up,” Nicholas groans. “N–need to s-see you cum.” In a swift motion, he lets go of your hair and rotates you so your back is on the mattress. His arms cage you in as he lies on top of you, drilling into you. Nicholas lifts his body, leaving a tiny gap between the two of you, before his hand goes down to your abdomen, where he presses down. He feels the bulge where his cock is buried inside of you, unable to resist the moan that escapes his mouth as he feels his own hand pushing down. You moan too; it’s too much for you.

You're blinded with pleasure, and tears are swelling in your eyes. “C-can’t hold i–it.” You feel Nicholas’ faint breath ghosting over your mouth.

You wrap your legs around him, locking him in place as you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes as the knot in your stomach finally bursts. Nicholas gives you sloppy thrusts, hissing at the way your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight.

He leans down to kiss you as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Nicholas keeps thrusting into you even when your high is coming down. You moan against his lips, gasping as his thrusts hit deeper into your sensitive pussy.

By now, your juices are spilling out, coating his thick cock like paint, oozing out of you. “Nico—Can’t. No more.” He doesn’t stop.

“Give it to me, c’mon. Come for me a–again.”

It crashes into you. The feeling like you're a water balloon waiting to explode. You’re already soaking him shamelessly, lolling your tongue out only to have him suck it. He sucks your tongue, kissing you vigorously.

You disconnect from the kiss, a string of saliva drags out. “Fuckfuckfuck—Nico, w-wait! I c-can’t.” He doesn’t stop, not even as you plead to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big; he knows he’s overstimulating you. You attempt to push off of you, but he doesn’t budge.

You feel that bubble burst. A thick load of liquid gushes out of your weeping hole; spraying him and your sheets, your eyes widen. “Holy shi– d-did I just p-pee?” You’ve never experienced anything like that, not with your fingers, a toy, not with anybody else.

Nicholas smirks as he feels you squirting all over him, coating his thighs, abdomen, and his cock with your juices.

His cock is bruising your cervix now; it’s ruthless and unforgiving. “Nngh, f-fuck! Comingcomingcomin–” He stills his thrusts, bottoming out completely. Nicholas empties his load into you. A broken sob left your throat as you feel his thick cum paint your walls.

It's warm, so warm. “S-shit. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Nicholas pleads to nobody in particular, “fuuuckk, still cumming—there’s so much, s-shit.”

Your body relaxes, and so does Nico’s. He’s still, securing his cum into you. You make a small ‘oof’ as Nicholas dumps his whole weight on top of you, spent from fucking into you.

The two of you stay still, with his limp cock still buried in you.

Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath. Nicholas lifts his head off your shoulder, wiping the tears that left your eyes. He leans in to give you a small kiss on your forehead, then your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his poor attempt to calm you down. “Why are you laughing?” He asks, dumbfounded at your reaction.

You shake your head, “Never thought I’d end up fucking my roommate, much less squirting on him.”

Nicholas peppers your shoulder with light kisses, smiling against your skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this. You wanna know a secret?” You glance down at him, shaking your head.

Nicholas smirks as he leans up to whisper in your ear. “Jerked off to the thought of you multiple times, including just a few minutes ago.” He pulls back and watches as you look at him speechless.

“W-what?”

Your mouth hangs open, but you pause as you feel his limp cock start to get hard inside of you once more, twitching and pulsing. “Holy shit, are you serious?” Your walls flutter around him.

“So serious, fuck, I’m hard again.” He cages you in as he lifts his body off, just enough to get a proper look at you.

“I like you, for so long. F-fuck, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow? Hm?”

You hiss at the sensitivity, “Yes, and by the way, I like you too.”

Nicholas’ eyes widen slightly for a moment, then it turns into something dark. His pupils dilate, and he rolls his hips just once, letting you feel his hard length again.

“F-fuck, say you’re mine, never letting you go now. Sweet girl with a sweet pussy.”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, a half moan, a half smiling tugging at your lips. “Yours, ‘m yours.”

Nicholas smirks as he begins to roll his hips with you moaning underneath him. He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking and biting your neck. “My sweet girl.”

🏷️: @nichosaegyo @wenology

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what's better than riding a big horse? ride the owner, and his bigger horse!

𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 i make a lot of noise 'cause the girls they are so pretty. riding up and down broadway. on my old stud leroy. and the girls say, "save a horse, ride a cowboy!" everybody says, "save a horse, ride a cowboy!" ─ save a horse ride a cowboy, big & rich ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱

𓆩♡𓆪 you know i have to. i have to. speedrun the crap out of this <3 !! this is so nasty ahwhejdxj so just brace yourself for little plot n just filth >.< i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless~ as usual, reblogs, comments, likes, and asks are soo appreciated!

“what the fuck…?” 

the car sputtered one last time before the engine died completely, rolling to a pathetic stop on the empty stretch of highway. dust kicked up around the tires as you gripped the steering wheel tighter. 

“no, no, no—come on!” you slammed your palm against the wheel, once, twice, the horn blaring uselessly into the dry air. the dashboard lights flickering like it’s mocking you before going dark. 

dead.

speechless, in the best way possible

Balcony Boy

(Landro Boy pt 2)

Stoner/ Dealer Nicholas x f!reader | 7.4k words

Synopsis: You met Nicholas, a reserved laundromat employee by day and weed dealer by night, 2 weeks ago. Your paths drawn together by fate (and marijuana). Regardless of the initial attraction, he ghosts you. Unfortunately for him, you guys have a meddling mutual friend: Byun Euijoo.

Themes/ Elements: College + summer AU, weed smoking! + smoker reader, tension, teasing, swearing, partial nudity, fluff!, slight angst/ miscommunication, humor, a kiss, feelings, shorter reader, English lit major reader, Nicho works at his dad's laundromat, eating junk food, lots of dialogue, music mentioned, ending is a little rushed

A/N: Love this universe down! Shout out @starrihan for triggering this & @kpapidontknowme for test reading. This can sorta be read as a one-shot, but I'd strongly recommend reading part one

ft. Euijoo (&team), Harua (&team), Maki (&team)

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The sun beams down onto you in a way that is impossible to escape. Your black tank top absorbs the heat without remorse. “Fuck.” Probably shouldn’t have worn black today. 

It’s still the middle of summer, but you’re on campus for a moment to figure out something with the registration office. You wanted to drop a class, and luckily, you were successful. It would’ve been completely painless if not for the damned high noon sun. 

You’re trudging through campus, on your way to the nearest bus stop, when a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.