fics and rambles

When Elsa had boldly told the troupe that she was going to be accepting auditions and wanted everyone to sit in on them, Jimmy Darling didn’t picture that he’d be front row for this. Not that he’s complaining. He isn’t. Not at all. His eyes are glued to you as you shimmy and float across the stage to the music that comes from the small record player in the corner. It's big band, and your movements are perfectly in sync with the instruments. Jimmy swallows, and reaches for the paper box of popcorn in his lap, taking a careful handful before bringing it to his mouth. He looks to his left to see Elsa with her arms crossed, languidly taking a draw of her cigarette. She seems pensive, but only because he knows her. Otherwise, her impassive face gives nothing away. His attention quickly returns to you, snapping back like a fresh rubber band. 

The sun is beating down on the fabric of the tent, warming it from the outside in. It’s warmed even further by all the bodies that now sit in front of you, watching your every move. Sweat dots your forehead, but you suspect that’s from the nerves. Maybe an unfortunate mixture of both. 

Despite wanting to focus on the handsome man in the front row, you smile and do your best to keep your attention on everyone in the crowd, even the women. Carefully angling your gloved hands to obscure your scantily-clad body, you flutter your fans in front of your body, dipping them down just enough to reveal a slice of bare collarbone, revealing that beneath those feathers, there was hardly anything. Bra straps were nowhere to be seen. 

In two sweeping motions, one arm after another, you bring the fans up above your head; the grand reveal. Your rhinestone-studded corset glitters in the modest show lights of the tent, all the little gems flickering like little stars. Even your nylons seem to shimmer – and Jimmy is starstruck. He feels heat blossoming in his crotch, and clears his throat. Next to him, Eve is watching, equally as interested, and she leans over, whispering. 

“This is really something, huh? She’s got talent.” 

“You can say that again.” 

You drop the fans beneath you, striding confidently towards the edge of the stage, with the gloved tip of your middle finger between your teeth. You yank once, twice, three times before the glove falls free, hanging lifelessly from your red-painted lips. You repeat the motion with your other hand, and toss it into the crowd. It lands on Jimmy’s leg, and he feels like he’s going to pass out. It’s still warm on his thigh. 

Your fingertips trail down the front of your body, raking over the rhinestones and the clasps. Quickly, you open the front of the corset, revealing all that delightful skin, and a pair of perfectly placed rhinestone pasties. The visual only lasts a second, and you shrug innocently at the man as if to coyly apologize. Jimmy’s fighting to keep his jaw off the floor, and he shifts awkwardly in the wooden chair, which creaks loudly in protest. His mind is whirring like a machine, well-oiled gears cranking with the thoughts of what’s in front of him. 

He swallows hard as you reveal your midsection to the crowd again, this time, opening it fully, exposing yourself to the troupe. As you dip down slightly, letting the corset drop to the floor, Jimmy leans forward and your eyes meet. You flash him a winning smile and a wink, straightening back up with a snap. Arms crossed above your head, you bump your hips to the left, then the right. 

Jimmy angles the popcorn box on his groin perfectly to hide his cock which is starting to swell within his dark jeans. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but that doesn’t deter him from watching the rest of your act, which, from the looks of it, is drawing to a close.

As the music turns to static, you step to the front of the stage, waiting.

“Tell me, Mäuschen,” Elsa starts. “You think this… is worthy of my show? You’re taking your clothes off for the world to see.” 

With your chest heaving slightly, you clasp your hands in front of yourself and look out to the audience. You had all the confidence in the world a few moments ago, but now, standing nearly naked in front of these people, you feel like a fool. You frown slightly, but muster up the courage to respond to the heavily accented woman. “Fraulein Elsa,” you said, as you’d been instructed to do. “It’s an artform… it’s burlesque. It would bring in the crowds, that’s for sure!” 

She takes a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the stage. You withhold the urge to wave it away as the cloud travels in your direction. “This isn’t a peep show. It will only cheapen it. You may leave.”

The floor drops out from beneath you and takes your stomach with it. Hot tears of embarrassment prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away. For a moment, you stand there, completely dejected. Before anyone can notice it, you pick yourself back up emotionally and nod once, dipping forward. 

“Th-thank you for your time.” You give a graceful bow before scurrying around the stage to collect your items and quickly make your way down the set of steps. You hear the woman shout for the next audition, and you round the corner, finding a secluded area of the tent to redo your corset. Disappointment bubbles in your stomach, and you fight off the burning desire to cry, to beg for her to reconsider. But, she was right. You weren’t like the other members of the show, you were just some broad taking her clothes off – it didn’t matter how pretty you were. Or weren’t. 

“I thought it was great. Your show, I mean.”

You jump slightly, freezing at the sound of someone’s voice. When you turn, you’re met with the guy from the front row. He’s holding your glove out to you, and looks sweeter than cherry pie, all brown eyes and soft smiles. You smile back at him, somewhat timidly, and take the glove, folding it up carefully with the other one and tossing them into the suitcase that you’ve brought. One of the caramel locks falls into his forehead as he nods, and he reaches up to push it back up with the rest of them. His fingers are long, and conjoined – something you’ve never seen before. You avert your eyes shyly, and finish doing up your corset.

“It’s a real shame she didn’t… I would’ve loved to have you.” 

He swallows hard. Another awkward moment fills the space between you two. “In the show. With us.” 

“Thanks,” you murmur quietly, as though you’re not to alert anyone that you’re talking. “It’s alright, you know. That’s show business.” 

Jimmy kicks at the dirt beneath his foot, and takes a step back. “I’m sure you get this all the time, with what you do n’ all, but I was wonderin’... maybe you’d like to get some food? There’s a diner real close and I – “ 

You cut him off with a nod. He lights up, in a different way than before, and you like that. Men always look at you a certain way, but the way he’s looking at you now sends a wave of joy through your core. 

“I’d love that.” 

“shh, you don’t wanna wake up mommy and daddy do you, princess?”

your stepbrother, nicholas, lowly whispered as his hand was buried deep within your silk black pajama pants patterned with white hearts, his ring and middle fingers moving like clockwork in the depths of your clenching walls. you tried to keep yourself quiet as possible, but due to nicholas’ skill, it was damn near impossible.

“mm. mm-mhm.” you manage to whimper, feeling so bashful under his searing, ebony gaze. your chest heaved deliberately as the spaghetti straps of your top started to droop down the skin of your shoulders. your leaned back with your hands placed firmly flat on his mattress, your fingers practically clawed at his plaid sheets. instinctively, you bucked your hips in tandem to the motion of his fingers, softly hissing through your teeth when nicholas brought his thumb to swipe against your sensitive button. a strained whine escaped from you when he pinched it between his thumb and index.

“shh, easy, princess. i’ll give you what you need.” he seductively reassured, pushing his fingers further within your wet heat. what you really needed was some sleep.

ever since your mom married his dad, things have been interesting concerning your relationship with nicholas. he wasn’t a bad stepbrother. he was chill, protective, charming, funny, and an all around good “brotherly” figure to have around. if by brotherly, you mean coming to him with a request for advice on your boy issues, then hell yes. you’ve already talked it out with girls, but who understood guys better than—a guy? nicholas always knew what to say and you would easily follow his advice because it actually got you asked out by your crush! you were grateful to him and you’d never dare to say it out loud to a living soul, but you thought he was—hot. even if it weren’t for the circumstances of being bound by your parent’s marriage, you wouldn’t lie that you had a tiny crush on your stepbrother. it kind of made you jealous how your friends could easily fawn over him and rave about how handsome he is while you couldn’t even courtly agree, so that you wouldn’t come off as a perverted creep.

besides, he was just easy to talk to and hang out with.

this night in particular would completely shift your whole family dynamic. it was two in the morning and you couldn’t sleep, no matter how long you closed your eyes, you weren’t lulled into slumber like you should. that’s when you got up from the comfort of your bed, walked quietly passed your parent’s bedroom down the hall, and found yourself right in front of nicholas’ bedroom door that was slightly cracked open. you peeped through the small opening to see that he was still awake himself, scrolling and typing away on his phone while laying on his bed. respecting his privacy, you lift your knuckles to knock the “secret code” you two created to signal to each other when you wanted access to each other’s rooms. within seconds, you heard the springs of the mattress creak as your stepbrother received the signal and his footsteps quietly, yet deliberately reached the door before he opened it wider to reveal his six foot figure leaning against the doorframe. it was dark, but you could still see that he was wearing a black ribbed tank top that showed off his large biceps with grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips, his signature gold cross chain around his neck twinkled in the darkness. fuck, no matter what he wore, he always managed to look amazingly hot.

you try not to gawk too long before he’d start to notice. you swallowed quickly before uttering an awkward greeting in a low, breathy voice.

“hey.” you say, hiding your hands behind your back. it was something you did when you were nervous.

nicholas raised a brow, tilting his head in concern before running a hand through his already messy, brown hair.

“hey.” he reciprocated, his voice raspy, but low enough so only both of you could hear. “are you okay, y/n?”

at his inquiry, you shake your head.

“i can’t sleep. can—can i hang out in here with you? i hope i’m not intruding.” you ask, your doe eyes meeting his what was once a sleepy gaze, instantly lit up at your request.

“uh, yeah—sure. make yourself comfortable.”

nicholas nods before giving a once over to his bed and steps aside to allow you inside of his bedroom. as you take your spot at the foot of the bed, he slowly closes the door, careful not to make a sound that could wake your sleeping parents. after switching on the lamp, he steps over to the bed and comfortably takes a seat a mere foot away from you because he respects your space as you do his. nicholas leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees as his eyes meet with yours.

“so what’s keeping you awake tonight, hm? is everything okay with you?”

you shift, clasping your hands on your laps and shrugging your shoulders.

“i don’t know—maybe it’s stress. i’ve tried everything to get relaxed enough. a hot shower, chamomile tea. hell, i even put on one of those sleep hypnosis videos and it still didn’t work, nicholas.” you explain, counting on your fingers as he takes in every word and giving an attentive nod. with a hum from his chest, nicholas straightens up his posture before giving your figure a quick examination, raking his eyes up and down. now, you were starting to feel like an idiot at his silence, but you weren’t expecting what was going to come out his mouth next.

“i don’t think you’ve tried everything.” he states, casually leaning back on the bed, his hands giving him leverage. you shoot him a puzzled look and turn your body to completely face him with a furrowed gaze.

“well—what do you mean? what do you think can put me to sleep and keep me asleep this late, nicholas?” you question, unconsciously leaning forward as you were itching to find the solution. nicholas’ guidance has never really failed you, so you were eager for his opinion on the matter. he didn’t move an inch as you came closer, there was something different that twitched inside of him. at the sight of your scantily clad upper body in that black and white polka-hearted top with the lace hugging the melanated mounds of your breasts that was merely a few inches from his chest, he couldn’t resist throwing a quick glance to the display before meeting your soft, pleading gaze.

“here’s my solution— an orgasm.” he blatantly suggests, his eyes flickering to a certain suggestive light. you were bit inexperienced in that area, so it was only natural that the heat of embarrassment scorched your skin, your mouth agape as nicholas struck you speechless.

“a what?” you ask, registering what you just heard.

nicholas could only chuckle at your reaction which he found to be absolutely adorable. he loved that your unique beauty and your trusting nature painted an image of naivety that just turned him on. he couldn’t deny that when you came to him for almost everything under the sun, it made him feel a sense of purpose, power, and control. a lazy smile painted on his chiseled face paired with those half-lidded bedroom eyes of his that always put you in a tizzy.

“c’mon, we’re both adults here. i know you heard me, but i’ll say it again: an orgasm can help get you to sleep.”

“how do you know?” you question with a tilt of your head, but then all the dots start to connect, realization painted on your already heated face.

“that means you’ve done it before.”

“atta girl!”

with a snicker, he pats the top of your head in which you shake him off.

“so—sex can wear you out like that?”

he nods before giving you a further explanation.

“well, all aspects of sex can do that. from fucking to masturbation. even oral, depending on how intense it is.”

at the mention of masturbation, it was now your turn to deliberately nod.

“i guess that makes sense. god, i sound so sexually uneducated and i’m almost twenty for fuck’s sakes.” you exasperatedly sigh, nicholas chuckled and scooted closer towards you making his leg brush against yours.

“it’s no big deal, it’s all about knowing your body in your time. you’ll get there, y/n.” he reassures you with a sincere gaze.

“see, that’s the problem, nicholas.”

“what is?”

“i can’t get there. like—when i, y’know.” you pause, gesturing towards your lower region. “i’m relaxed, but i can’t finish. i want to go back to my room and take your advice, but i don’t think i can do it. i feel like there’s something wrong me—”

“stop.” nicholas immediately cuts you off, placing his index finger on your lips. who knew that a touch so small could send such a surge of electricity through your entire body? your silence was his cue for him to continue.

“listen to me, okay? there’s nothing wrong with you and anyone who’s made you feel otherwise, can fuck themselves.”

your stepbrother pauses to carefully examine your natural features. he found you, his stepsister, to be absolutely breathtaking. nicholas absolutely loathed the circumstances of this situation as his feelings for you never changed from the very moment he and his father had dinner with you and your mother. you were his everything and you didn’t know it all. you didn’t know of all his yearning for your voice, your touch, your laughter, and your body. your presence had him fucked up in a million different ways and in this clandestine moment between you, he couldn’t hide it any longer.

“i believe—you’re absolutely perfect.”

your heart skipped a beat at your stepbrother’s confession, did he just—confess his feelings? for you? had you been blind that he saw you the way you saw him? one part of you was elated while the other pondered on the possible consequences if anyone figured out the bond between you was more than platonic, especially your parents.

“nicholas, i—” you start, but he interrupts you again, his face inching closer to yours as the tip of your noses brush against each other.

“if you feel like you can’t do it, then i can help you.”

your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes searching his for clarity on his statement as his lips ghosted over yours.

“you’d do that? but, i’ve never had—”

nicholas’ large hand came up to rest on your cheek, his thumb swiping across your flaming skin in reassurance.

“we’re not going that far, babe. especially not with mom and dad in the house, but we can unpack that later—what i need to know is do you want me to help you go to sleep tonight?”

your mind was already made up, there was no way you could pass up an opportunity like this. all the cares and worries of getting caught now gave you the craving of the thrill that you’d be been waiting for and your stepbrother was the right person to do so.

“mm-hm.” you murmur, nodding your head as your heart rate increased in tempo within your chest. the familiar tingly sensation pools in between your legs.

“that won’t work for me, sweetheart, use your words.” he softly demands, his hand sliding from your face down to your waist to shorten the distance between you.

“yes, nicholas, yes! please—” at your desperate pleas, your stepbrother closes the gap between you by smashing his lips on yours, a line that both of you have been dying to cross for months. your hesitant at first, but once you get the feeling of his intoxicating touch, you fall right into his rhythm as his tongue skillfully wraps around yours, causing you to hum in satisfaction deep into his mouth. he pulls away after a few seconds, you pout as worry creeps in.

“did i do something wrong? was i bad?” you frantically questioned in a whisper, feeling self-conscience about the act you were committing. nicholas calmed the fret in your voice by placing another kiss to your lips, a deep hum of satisfaction erupts from his chest as you relax in his arms and return the affection. he pulls back again.

“no, no, sweetheart. you’re doing just fine. just wanna let you know m’bout to touch you. you okay with that, baby?”

you were about to nod, but then remembered that nicholas needed your verbal consent, so you quickly changed your tune.

“y-yes, go ahead.” your voice shaky, but affirmative enough for him to continue by snaking his hand under your tank top to cop a feel of one of your breasts. you shiver when his rough palm meets the plush skin, rewarding it with a squeeze. you want to cry out when he brings his other hand in and starts to knead your chest beneath your shirt, but you bite down on your lip to not a make sound.

“fuck, your tits feel so perfect. i’ve always thought they were—it’s like they were made just f’me.” he whispered before gazing up to see your strained, but blissful face. with a quiet chuckle, he makes things worse when he starts to spread wet, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbone. your grip on his sheets tighten when he moves from your breasts down the trail of your stomach and navel until he made it right above the waistline of your matching pants. before he could even ask, it was now your turn to make a demand. it was getting late, you just wanted to sleep.

“i want you to touch me, nicholas.” you pause by holding onto his wrist to inch his hand deeper into your pants, “please.”

“eager, aren’t we? be a good girl and spread those legs f’me.”

you do as you’re told and your breath hitches when his fingers slide beneath your clothing. nicholas chuckles as he figures out that you’re completely bare, giving him easy access to your throbbing, wet core.

“no underwear? guess you’re not as innocent as i thought.” he slyly comments, not wasting time for his fingers to graze along your slit. when the pads of his middle and ring make light, pressured circles around your clit, you whimper before you hastily cover your mouth before you take it away once you have control of sounds—or so you thought when one finger eased its way inside, stretching your walls as they clench around him.

“you’re so tight, sweetheart. m’gonna put another finger in, ‘kay?”

with that, his ring joins in with his middle, both working in tandem as they push in and pull out so fluidly it makes your leg spread and head spin. when his fingertips hit that one spot, you gasped, holding onto his wrist to signal for him to hit it right there. nicholas wasn’t playing around as he instantly picked up on your cue, pumping his fingers faster against the erogenous area of your walls.

“s-shit, nicholas that feels s-so—” you try to stammer out, but he interrupts you by placing his free finger on your lips.

“shh. try not to make a sound. you don’t wanna get caught do you?”

you shake your head, stifling your mewls by swallowing.

“that’s my good girl. m’gonna make you feel so fucking good, beautiful.” he boasts by pressing his thumb over your clit again, rapidly jutting it up and down in which your hips instinctively buck into his fingers. the only sounds you could hear in the room is the light squelching of your sex combined with the muffled “hm, hm, hm” buried in your mouth as the familiar heat deep in the pit of you began to burn.

“c-close.” you murmur loud enough for only him to hear, you lean back as your hips were squirming against his gliding digits.

“i know, baby, i know. do something f’me okay? c’mere.” he beckoned you closer in which you did before his free arm guides one of yours to grasp onto his shoulder, you follow suit by taking your other and placing it on the respective shoulder, so that you could hold onto him with a firm grip.

“move with me, baby. ride my fingers.” he moved his fingers steadily as you begin to grind your hips in the perfect rhythm, his thumb never ceasing its affection on your sensitive, puffy button. it was all driving you so crazy, that your nails dug into the skin of his muscular shoulders before you practically bounced yourself at a rapid speed on his fingertips, your breath now labored with each thrust.

“oh, fuck. oh, fuck, nick! m’gonna cum!” you softly bellowed, the pitch of your voice getting higher.

“fuck, go ahead, gorgeous. make a mess all over of me. i got you.”

before you could utter another sound, nicholas grabbed you by the neck to pull you into a passionate kiss, where you poured every single lewd sound you had pent up melt into his mouth as your tongues reunite in a sensual dance. there were so many sensations going on at once from above to below, that the slow simmer of the heat that coiled inside of you grew hotter until it finally exploded. as it occurred, you pulled back from him, tightly grasping his wrist as intense tidal waves of pleasure surged through you, causing to weakly you double over into his chest. your mouth was wide open, but not a sound came out as your juices flowed onto his fingers and poured down your thighs. after you rode out your high, nicholas slide his fingers out to take a taste of the glistening substance that poured on his hand. a hum mixed with some soft profanity left his lips at the new taste—his next idea brewing in his filthy mind.

“you did so well, angel.” he wrapped his burly arms around your shaky, fucked out form, resting a kiss to your forehead. he noticed that you were quiet, his brown eyes descended towards you to see that you were knocked out cold in a sweet slumber after such an encounter. if he could, he’d sit here all night watching you peacefully sleep in his arms, but he had to put you back in bed before sunrise, so that your parents wouldn’t be suspicious. ever so stealthy, he picked you up bridal style and walked quietly to your open bedroom before gingerly placing you in the sheets, pulling them over to conceal you from the chest down. he was even kind enough to find your protective satin bonnet, gently lifting your head to securely place it over one of the many hairstyles that he always found to be stunning on you. nicholas’ soft, coffee gaze lingered on your peaceful, sleeping figure before he leaned forward to lay one last kiss on your head.

“sweet dreams, princess.”

imagine coming back home to nicholas or cooper after spending up to two and half hours in your stylist’s chair receiving the protective style you needed for your upcoming vacation together. there’s nothing like having a fresh set of braids in the color you desired that flowed effortlessly down your shoulders and back, but there was one issue that you had to deal with: you call it hell week. you knew it wasn’t a lie when they say beauty is pain. hell week is the first seven days after getting box braids where all you can feel is the tight tension within your scalp that literally hurts like hell if you move in the slightest bit. it’s hard to turn your head and it’s even more of a trial when you want to lay down. when with nicholas or cooper, you already gave them the run down on hell week, so once they heard that first groan of pain escape from your lips, they’d be ready to assist in the best way possible with the best solution possible.

a nightly oil massage.

when you first met, he saw you as royalty just simply by the way you carried yourself and what’s a royal without their crown? whether it’d be braids, silk presses, or your full natural, you took pride and care into your hair which is one of the many things he loved about you. of course being of a different culture, he’d ask questions that were genuinely out of curiosity and fascination.

“would you mind if i touch it?”

“how’d you get it styled like that?”

“how long does it take you to do it?”

“does it hurt?”

you’d answer all of his inquiries with accuracy and honesty, but what really got you going were the compliments.

“your hair smells so good. what do you use?”

“wow, you look—amazing!”

“is there anything that you can’t do?”

he also had to understand that with most processes, comes with the pain. you were grateful to him that he was so willing to help you after witnessing you struggle to face him due to the agonizing tension in your scalp. it pained him to see you in such a state. you both knew what you had to do to make this bearable.

“i wanna do it this time.” he said with the utmost sincerity.

“oh, no, love! you don’t have to. i got it, foreal.” you protest, but he insists.

“no, i want to. you deserve to have things done for you too, y’know.”

he’s seen you do this in prior occasions and each time the muscles of your arms and fingers would tense up after a while of massaging, causing you more pain. this act of service wasn’t a chore to him. he wanted to take a burden off your shoulders as you’ve done for him in the past. he wanted to do this because he cared. he cared for you. after you give in, you gather your warm towel, your braid oil, and your bonnet. you were then prompted by him to take a seat on his lap, so that he could proceed with your treatment.

he’d start by gently wrapping the towel around the majority of your scalp, careful not to move any part of your hair that may cause any further tension. his hands would apply the lightest pressure as the steam from the lukewarm towel would temporarily numb the skin. as you both wait for the towel to cool down, he’d ask about your appointment. you’d tell him that your stylist put on this wild movie that had such a star studded cast, but the plot was confusing as all get out and the ending still had you scratching your head, well you can scratch it after hell week is over. you both just reveled in each other’s company through laughter and your excitement of your upcoming adventure.

“you’re gonna look so beautiful with this hair on our trip next week—you always look beautiful, but it’s gonna hit different this time.”

you chuckle. “you always say it’s gonna hit different each time i get my hair done.”

“my point exactly!”

you also indulge in a bit of gossip. it was nostalgic like the setting of the hair salons you used to go to in your childhood.

“i’m telling you! she actually did that and now look what happened, but what do i know?” you’d comment after dishing out the word, feigning surrender as you lifted your hands.

“no fucking way!” he’d gasped, followed by a chuckle of disbelief.

once the towel had cooled down, he carefully uses the applicator of the hair oil to distribute it evenly along your aching scalp—not missing an inch. he gets the top, sides, back, and even the nape of your neck before pouring some on his palm and his fingers gingerly rub the oil into the skin with light, pressured circles.

“mmm—that feels good.” your eyes shut as you sigh in content, feeling a little tension dissipate from your head. he smiles, his heart warm at your satisfaction.

“i’m glad, sweetheart. i’m gonna move your head down a bit, so i can get this spot, ‘kay? let me know if anything hurts and i’ll stop.” with such a gentle coaxing voice, you couldn’t help, but to follow his lead as his digits continued their heavenly touch within your hair. this was nice. maybe he was onto something when he first offered. you didn’t have to worry about missing a spot, standing up for a while, and no pain in your limbs.

“how does that feel?” he inquired as the oil was being caressed in every single area of your head and your praises only kept him hyped up.

“mhm, that’s it.”

“a little to the left anddd—oh, yeah.”

“you are the realest for this.”

“what do you want to eat tonight? because whatever it is—it’s definitely my treat.”

his cheeks flutter with a hue of red and he’d humbly receive your praises with a soft “thank you” and continued his work until he concluded with one last area. after closing the top and placing the oil down, he lets you know of the next step of putting your favorite satin braid bonnet back on.

“you hold the front while i get your hair in.” you do so and with gentle hands, he picks up some hair at a time to place the strands within the soft fabric until each one was comfortably tucked underneath. you sigh in relief, thanking him profusely and entrapping him in a hug in which he instantly wraps his arms around you, your scent giving him instant butterflies.

“anytime, sweetheart—y’know how much i love your hair.”

• there is always comes a time in your health when greater measures have to be taken.

• you guessed it: surgery.

• there’s many ways you could end up in this situation.

• your wisdom teeth, tonsils, or appendix had to removed.

• maybe you’ve broken a bone so bad that not just a cast would do.

• if you’re not scared of hospitals, needles, and the like, you’re set, sis!

• if so, don’t worry! you’ve got cooper koch being the rock you need in a time like this.

• if it’s an emergency surgery like appendicitis or a broken bone, you know he’s going to be in that waiting room.

• he will keep your family updated with everything they need to know.

• he’s a bit anxious because appendicitis and broken bones may be common, but they’re nothing to play with.

• he believes that the doctors are doing the best they can.

• cooper might go to take a bathroom or coffee break, but he’s not leaving the hospital until you’re safely put in a room.

• if you’re having a minor, scheduled surgery like tonsil or wisdom teeth removal, he’s going to make sure you took all of the precautions that the doctor gave you prior to surgery.

• “y/n, did you remember to use that mouthwash?”

• “remember, you can’t eat for at least eight hours before tomorrow—i know it sucks, babes, but this is for your health.”

• he’s obviously driving you and gives you a pep talk on the way there.

• “don’t think about it too much, okay? it’ll be over before you know it.”

• to lighten the mood, you beg cooper to record you if you’re lit off the anesthesia.

• he already had that in mind, but it was refreshing to hear that you were on board with it.

• while you’re under the knife, you know he’s sticking around no matter how long it takes.

• looks at you with sympathy when you’re being wheeled out from the o.r.

• it was all over and you pulled through—you’re cooper’s trooper.

• you’re loopy and lit right now, so he takes the opportunity to film you.

• you’re a whole trip.

• “cooper, you the best white boy on my rosterrrrrr!” you slur, doing a little dance. lord, he is dying!

• “cooper, cooper gimme a hugggg! pleaseeee?” as much as he wanted to, the doctor was literally doing an examination on you.

• you even catch an attitude with the doctor while under the influence, “man, get off meee! i want cooper!”

• you try to reach your arms out, but that iv in your arm caused you to hiss in pain.

• “it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll give you a hug later when you get some rest.” he reassured, trying to contain his laughter.

• “you did so well, honey.” he’d softly cheer, planting a kiss to your hand, forehead, and cheek.

• “i’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

• if you’re feeling nauseous from that anesthesia, he’s got a bag right in front of your face for you.

• if you do, he rubs your back in comfort.

• “let it out, babe. it’s okay.”

• if you have to stay in the hospital for a few days—girl, cooper is gonna come in clutch.

• while you’re asleep, he will get you a bag packed with all of the essentials you need like your toothbrush, fresh undies, deodorant, skin care, and your electronics just in case.

• he definitely brings your bonnet and edge scarf because you’re gonna be on bed rest! it doesn’t matter what style your hair is in, he knows that being with you long enough he finally understands your hair care routine.

• he spoils you, he might get you a new one and some non-slip socks in your favorite color.

• you absolutely loathe the hospital food.

• cooper buys or cooks for you the food that is appropriate for your condition.

• you cutely ask if he can feed you because you’re still a bit loopy and in pain.

• cooper melts and he accepts. you don’t even have to ask. he gently feeds you and praises you when you get your fill.

• if you hate needles, he holds your hand if the doctor has to put in another to draw blood for testing.

• when it’s time to go home, cooper attentively takes notes of all the post op care for you. prescriptions, home remedies, bandage/gauze changes, all of that fun stuff.

• cooper is so amazing at nursing you back to health.

• he makes sure you take your medicine.

• he continues to feed you the foods you need, but your favorite is the ice cream.

• he makes you sundaes!

• don’t skip on that water in his presence.

• if it’s too painful for you to walk, he is gonna carry you.

• he’s got you so spoiled!

• massages, binge watching, and helping with your hair is all part of the package.

• laughter is the best medicine and cooper proves that by showing you the video of when you were lit after the procedure.

• “man, what i was doing!?” you held yourself trying not to overdo it in laughter. it was like watching this whole other side of you.

• “but you still looked cute though!” cooper defended, joining in your laughter.

• let’s face it, you and cooper koch share many things in common that solidify your friendship.

• but the one thing that binds you together the most is your shared love of broadway musicals.

• you both done musical theater and show choir in high school and college. that’s where some of your greatest memories lie.

• sometimes you got leads, other times, supporting and ensemble roles.

• you and cooper are the typical music theater nerds.

• you’ve got playbills, soundtracks, and various merchandise from your favorite musicals.

• you both would randomly burst into a show-tune when the opportunity serves.

• of course you both know quotes, lines, and choreography.

• one year for halloween, you went as danny and sandy from grease.

• wicked is one of your favorites! you both have seen it live on broadway in 2022.

• you had to see this specific tour because you wanted to see brittney johnson, the first black glinda, in action!

• you and cooper enjoyed yourselves! if you could see it for the first time again, you would.

• you even cried tears of joy because as a black woman who loves musical theater, it was so refreshing to see someone who looks like you starring in roles that weren’t stemmed from a stereotype.

• you firmly believed that when it comes to most roles, the casting should be determined by talent instead of looks.

• “aw, n/n!” cooper would endearingly say, bringing you in for a hug because he knew how important this was to you and he was going to support you every step of the way.

• fast forward to when you hear that wicked would be getting a film adaptation starring ariana and cynthia.

• you saw cynthia’s work in the color purple, so you knew she would absolutely smash it as elphaba vocally, theatrically, and aesthetically.

• you and cooper were counting down the days until the premiere.

• he’d wear pink, you’d wear green.

• when it was a week before the premiere, you both got your nails done to celebrate.

• you got a green full set while cooper got a regular manicure with clear pink polish and tiny green hearts.

• at the l.a. premiere, you were both so excited to be there on the red carpet in your coordinated outfits and accessories.

• your faces practically hurt from smiling out of excitement for so long.

• no matter if you were taking photos or doing interviews, you were both so hyped for it!

• the highlight of your evening was getting a photo with cynthia and ariana.

• girl, you and cooper were going to treasure that night forever.

• the move itself: a masterpiece.

• you knew when released to the general public, it would blow the box office out of the water.

• you and cooper had to contain yourselves from singing along.

• the visuals, the soundtrack, the dialogue, and the subtle reference to the manin story of the wizard of oz was immaculate.

• CYNTHIA AND ARIANA RESPECTIVELY DID THE DAMN THING!

• johnathan bailey as fiyero looked so damn sexy. he had you and cooper swooning during his scenes.

• michelle yeoh served cunt as madame morrible.

• the whole film gave you and cooper chills.

• you’d never be the same.

• after the premiere and after party, you and cooper were tired, but at the same time, still on a high from it all.

• “okay, but can we talk about how adorable gelphie is? you can’t tell me that they’re not in love.” you say sitting on the couch after grabbing you and cooper some drinks.

• “it’s so obvious! like, they need to elope and let me have fiyero.” cooper replied, you agree with his statement by raising your glass and clinking it with his, “that part!”

• you didn’t forget about one more character.

• “okay, coop, hear me out—the wizard could get it lowkey.” you confess and giggle at how well jeff goldblum had aged like fine wine.

• “girl—hold on…” cooper took a pause and a swig of his drink before nodding in agreement, “now that i’m thinking about it, i hear you loud and clear.”

• you stayed up and did karaoke of “popular” with cooper as glinda of course.

• he’s such a diva.

• whether you consider yourself a singer or not, you’re not afraid to hit that “defying gravity” riff.

• at the end of the day, you wouldn’t trade this whole experience for anything as you were dancing through life as just two friends.

• two good friends.

“hah, finally.”

clark kent sighed in content. your soft giggles were music to his ears as he carefully stepped over the threshold while holding you like precious cargo into the luxury italian suite that was graciously gifted to you both by lex luthor for your nuptials. the happiness you were both feeling was beyond words as you were just officially pronounced as husband and wife before your loved ones within the metropolis chapel. after a few hours of dancing and merriment at the reception, you and clark flew off to start your happily ever after in the beautiful city of venice. he smoothly kicked the door closed with one foot, never taking his eyes off of you when he placed you down to the stand on the ground. it was around seven in the evening when you landed, making the dim lit glow of the ivory and gold decor in the suite irresistible to pull your eyes from. you definitely weren’t in smallville, kansas anymore. you take clark’s hand within yours, slightly dragging him to peruse the area. you saw lex like a fairy godmother of sorts as he had exquisite tastes and boy, did it feel like you stepped in a fairy tale.

“oh, clark. can you believe this is ours? this is just—beautiful.” you confessed in pure awe. clark silently agreed, his blue eyes darting briefly around the room, but they can’t help to gravitate towards your figure. your ivory white corset dress that beautifully contrasted the melanated shade of your skin fit your body so perfectly that clark couldn’t wait another moment to remove the garment. he deliberately sauntered towards you, his large hands take ahold of your waist to press you closer to him. given his tall six foot stature, he leans down, so that his rose lips could press a kiss to the soft skin of your earlobe.

“that’s true, but it doesn’t compare to the beauty of my wife.” he whispered in a low voice and gripped tight tighter to your waist. clark felt a rush of joy course through his veins when he mentioned your new title. he couldn’t have been luckier to be with you in this moment. with the exception of a green rock, you were his true weakness. a sigh of his name escapes from your lips when his meet the warm, brown skin of your jawline to leave a trail of kisses against the bone before they descend to your neck. each kiss causes your skin to be ridden with goosebumps. he pulls his lips away momentarily and one of his large hands ascend from your waist, trailing smoothly over your chest for his palm to lay flat against your neck. the cold medal of his wedding band on your skin increases your excitement as clark pushes your neck backwards slowly for your head to lean. his face comes closer to yours for both of your lips to finally lock within each other. as they move in sync, you hold yourself together by bringing your hands up behind you, tangling your fingers in the plush, dark jungle of his hair. without breaking your lips from his, he swiftly turns you around and picks you up within his arms again, so that he could properly locate you to the master bedroom. clark lays your body down on cream, satin duvet where he temporarily pulls his mouth away from yours to just silently take in every part of what’s before him.

ever since your adolescence, you’d always held a deep respect for each other. as time passed, that respect slowly turned to admiration, transforming into the deep, true love you found in each other to this day. clark couldn’t count on his fingers the time that you’ve been there for him at his lowest. you never turned away from him when he revealed his powers or the time that he ran away from home. it had always been—you. the mere thought of you makes him almost grateful that he crashed down to earth on that fateful day in the fall of eighty-nine. you’d notice that clark had been silent for far too long, you’ve always been used to his lingering, blue eyes, but now you were starting to feel awkward as the desire for your new husband grew hungrier with each passing second,

“clark, baby, are you okay?” you softly inquire, your hands cupping the sides of his jaw as your fingers glide along his sculpted, blushing face. you beam with a small smile, you knew now that the feeling was indeed mutual.

“i don’t know if you know this, but i love what you do to me.” he pauses to press your lips in a searing kiss to pull away and resume speaking, “i love you—all of you.” you whine, pulling him down to take his lips to yours again, this time you let your tongue intrude into his mouth in which he graciously accepts by sensually intertwining the two together. you moan, bucking your hips into his direction, letting him know that your patience was running thin. you take your lips away from his, pushing any disheveled hair from his forehead to clearly peer into his eyes.

“i need you, clark—make love to me, please.” clark observed as you squirm, propping your legs up on each side of his hips, your thighs spread wider to signify of you both taking your relationship to a whole new level. clark’s breath hitched at your words, the urgency in your voice igniting a fire within him. he responded by leaning down and capturing your lips in another slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down your spine. as he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour. he doesn’t forget sneak his hands down to your ass to reward it with a tight squeeze. the more he touched, the more you felt the white lacy underwear you had on seep in your arousal. you melted into him, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath your fingertips as you traced the outline of his shoulders beneath the fabric of the pristine button up, where your fingers succeed in their search to find and unravel each button.

“are you ready?” he murmured against your lips, his voice a mix of tenderness, hunger, and longing. “because once i start, i don’t think i’ll want to stop.” his blue eyes searched yours, wanting to ensure that this was what you truly wanted, but god, he’s practically waited years for this moment to come. your body was practically screaming “hell yes!”, but being the gentleman that jonathan and martha raised, your consent mattered, whether you’re his wife or not.

you nodded, your heart racing with anticipation, knowing that he can hear it clearly. “yes, clark, that’s the point—i don’t want you to stop. give it to me, baby.” you hastily replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

“whatever you want—mrs. kent.” you bite your lip as your new name rolls off of his tongue so smoothly. he sits up to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders to reveal the beautifully sculpted body that you swear gets more muscular. those long days of farm work over the years had seriously worked in his favor. clark sits you up, so that he could finally unzip your dress. you allow him to swiftly pull it away from your body before you take turns to discard the rest of your clothing until you’re completely bare before each other. clark is instantly mesmerized by your true form and he lays you back down again on the bed, his eyes never ceasing to inspect of what he thought was the most beautiful body in the entire galaxy.

“you are—breathtaking.” he proclaimed, the heat of embarrassment rises on your face. clark’s large body loomed over yours and he shifted his weight, at last positioning himself between your legs. you could feel the heat of your dripping arousal intensify at the sight of him, and it made your heart race even faster. he marveled at you as one of his hands palmed against one of your breasts. you moan out his name, encouraging him to go further with his touch. he took his time, savoring every moment as he ghosted his mouth around the other, trailing soft kisses along your dark erected nipple before enclosing it in his warm mouth. the kryptonian hummed against the skin to create a sensual vibration, igniting every nerve in your body. he didn’t forget to alternate between the two to give them equal attention.

“mmm—clark, baby, that’s so good, but i need more.” you request, bucking up your hips. clark chuckled at your impatience, he knew exactly what you needed. he wanted this to be a perfect experience for you, but he still wanted to tease you just a little.

“where do you need me, sweetheart?” he questioned before trailing kisses along your stomach. clark’s dick grew larger when he heard you whining. “c’mon, beautiful. use your words.” he went just a little lower to your navel, swirling his tongue around the perimeter of your belly button. despite the electricity he was sending through your body, you managed to articulate your need,

“clark…” you breathed, the sound laced with desire. “need your mouth—ngh, on my pussy.”

he looked up at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “you deserve nothing less.” he said, his voice low and husky. as his head moved lower, he spread your thighs wider, spreading kisses within that area. he even lapped up a bit of overflowing arousal that stuck to your skin. clark was about to go crazy knowing that you were this wet for him and him only. he had finally reached to where you needed him, your scent of your desire drives him to cop a taste by dragging tongue in a deliver lick along your entrance to which you whimper in approval. clark immediately gets to work by swirling his tongue on your sensitive pleasure point like its a delectable piece of candy. you arch your back off the bed and your hands promptly find their way to grip onto his hair for leverage as his tongue starts to prod at your wet hole. the pad of his thumb takes care of your clit while his tongue explores deep into your pussy.

“oh, s-shit, clark. just like that, baby.” you want to clench your legs around his head to bring him closer, but he uses the strength of his elbows to keep your thighs separated, so that you could get all of what he was working with without you running away. you practically clench around his tongue, encouraging him to taste every single inch of you until you completely unravel beneath him. he brings his tongue back around your clit, giving the sloppiest of licks as if he were indulging in a melting ice cream cone, attempting to catch every drop. he drives you mad as you were still firmly planted on the bed, thighs wide open when you observe his head shaking side to side to bury himself deeper. with the little strength you have, you attempt to grind your hips. your thighs are trembling when you feel that ball of fire inside of you ready to erupt at any minute. the final straw when he takes your clit between his lips to firmly suckle on it.

“clark, m’gonna cum!”

at hearing your words, one of his hands grasps to yours, tightly intertwining your fingers.

“let go. cum for me, pretty girl. i got you.”

the movements of his tongue become more relentless as the other hand rapidly rubs on your nub to finally get you to the first of many highs for the evening. you cry out, arching your back and rocking your hips as you gush your liquids onto clark’s heavenly face.

“atta girl. you did so good.” he hums in appreciation by lapping up every single drop, never getting tired of the taste. he slides up to plant your lips on yours, slipping his tongue in so smoothly, so that you could enjoy the taste of yourself as he did previously. he takes your legs to wrap themselves around his waist before using his arms to prop himself up above you. as he finally aligned himself at your entrance, you gaze down and gasped at his impressive girth. he was well endowed as this wasn’t just some regular earth dick. clark paused, his gaze locked onto yours, ensuring that you were ready for this next step.

“i hope you’re ready, sweetheart. i’ll be gentle, but just let me know if it’s too much, okay? i love you.”

you nod, placing one last searing kiss to his lips.

“i trust you, clark. i love you so much more.” you say with sincerity, now gazing down again as he began to finally put your bodies together like two long lost puzzle pieces awaiting to complete the final picture.

“shhh…y’know you gotta be quiet, don’t you?”

the man beside you whispered in such a demanding, but coaxing tone as his large, two fingers slowly slide along the dampness of your entrance that was still clothed behind your black, lace panties. you held back a moan, yearning for his touch, but still not wanting to get caught.

you’d never thought you’d find yourself in this type of situation. you’d never thought the sensual experiences you’d read in the filthy eroticas you possessed would become a reality as the school’s heartthrob, nicholas alexander chavez, had successfully seduced you within the smallest corner of the semi-crowded campus library. he was just supposed to be your study partner, but there was no denial that in all of the prior occasions of you crossing paths with him that the sexual tension between you wasn’t palpable. his lingering gaze, grazing fingers across your skin, and his close proximity to your body whenever he was close by were obvious signals of his desires. you tried to deny all you could because you were uncertain that you were ever his type. he was part of the scholarly, yet popular crowd, so of course he had girls flocking around him. you were just as studious as he was, but you kept to yourself in your own little box just trying to get your degree without any complications.

nicholas knew that you loved to read in your free time. when you’d meet to study, he’d encourage you to accompany him to a campus party whenever you’d feel comfortable of course. he just wanted to see you out of your comfort zone—maybe even see you move in a sexy, red number on the dance floor, but for you, he was patient in his persistence because you always gave him this response,

“i’ll think about it, nick.”

the weekly meet-ups for studying started to become less about academics and more about getting to know each other as people. nicholas being the social butterfly he is would ask you personal questions such as,

“i don’t wanna come off as pushy, but do you have a boyfriend?”

you hastily shook your head in response,

“it’s no worries and—no, i don’t. guys at this school don’t really look at me that way. i mean, look at me.” you confess with a shrug of your shoulders, a soft nervous chuckle emitting from your full, glossed lips. nicholas could only carefully examine your entire figure with his intense, brown gaze.

“i am—and they’re fucking blind.” he blatantly stated and smirked at your surprised, speechless reaction.

that’s when nicholas started his flirtatious behavior around you, getting you flustered every time. you were both in the library studying late for midterms, you were trying to quiz him on a question about a theory that was from the study guide only to look up to see his eyes never pulled away from you.

“nicholas? are you listening to me?” you inquire, the brown skin of your face heating the longer he held his stare.

“mhm, m’listening.” he responds before proceeding to answer the question correctly. his fingers softly guide your chin to face him when you try to go back to your book. he leans in slowly to whisper as his lips were mere centimeters from touching your own,

“here’s a theory i want to test—i believe you’d have the softest, most kissable lips than any girl i’ve ever met. would it be okay with you if i tested that, doll?”

that was the first of many acceptances to his advances which got more intense with every encounter. nicholas loved to hear any type of sound that came from you. he thought there was no way in hell that someone as enchanting as you wasn’t getting what she rightly deserved:

pleasure.

which now brings you to this moment of him teasing you after he caught you in the corner indulging in a filthy paragraph of one your erotica novels. you were embarrassed beyond belief, thinking that he would see you as this creep reading such things in public. what you didn’t expect was his reaction,

“you have no idea how hot that is—so, that’s what turns you on, yeah?”

he took the opportunity to sit beside you on the floor, the fabric of his jeans grazing the bare skin of your leg. you instinctively clench your thighs because you were already aroused from the content you were reading, now with nicholas close by, he was adding fuel to the fire. you confessed that you started reading this genre ever since your freshman year, it was your own guilty pleasure. at these words, nicholas had one burning question,

“do you—touch yourself when you read that?” he asked, his lustful, curious eyes peering down at the book within your grasp. you weren’t sure what it would lead to, but you ended up confirming with a deliberate nod,

“yeah, i do. it must be nice to have some experience.” you trail off, your eyes shifting from his lips before quickly looking back into his eyes.

nicholas raised a brow in piqued interest, a smirk playing on his handsome face.

“would you like to know that experience?”

it wasn’t long before you gave in to your desires when you took his face within your grasp, desperately planting your lips on his in such a fervent manner. you try to keep quiet as he kisses your neck while his hand slides under your black top, fingers intruding into your bra to firmly grasp onto your breasts.

“go on, keep reading.” he’d murmur, now trailing his hand from your chest down to the warm, brown skin of your thigh. the higher his hand travels, the wider your legs start to spread to ensure him access to a place no one, but you has dared to go to. it’s ironic that the character you’re reading about was about to receive the same treatment from her lover as you were from nicholas.

“fuck, baby, you’re soaked.” nicholas whispered, the tips of his fingers caressing your slit through your panties. “m’bout to get these out the way, you good with that?” he inquired in your ear, you don’t make a sound, but give him a nod to signal your consent. your legs were propped and your knees slightly bended as he started to pull your panties away from you. nicholas softly cursed in satisfaction when he saw the long, clear string of your arousal appear the further he pulled until they were at your ankles. he didn’t waste time when he brought the rough pad of his thumb to caress pressured circles on your clit. your breath hitches within your chest as you try to keep quiet while focusing on the page.

“look at you, reading that filth while you’re letting me touch you like this—you’re not as innocent as i thought you were.”

god, he was making this so much harder than it has to be. his voice alone was like sex itself. you try to lean to your head back against the bookshelf behind you.

“oh, no, baby, keep reading f’me.” nicholas softly demanded, deeming you ready enough to effortlessly slip a finger inside of you while his thumb was still working on your clit. he briefly praised at how tight and warm you were for him, driving your desire for him to be more intense than before. your shaky hands turn the page and your breathing starts to get ragged as he now has two fingers performing a scissoring motion deep inside of you. due to your silence, you could only hear the soft sound of squelching that emitted from your sex as people carried on with their casual conversations unbeknownst to the unholy act that was occurring in the corner of the library. you start to buck your hips as his fingers increase in tempo, you want to cry out each time they hit the spot that even you couldn’t reach when you attempted to do so in the past. nicholas had noticed the your yearning to make a sound, still with the rush of not getting caught he had a solution.

“you’re being a such good girl—you gonna cum soon, yeah?” with a rapid nod, you don’t hesitate to grab him by the shoulders to silence every lewd sound you wanted to make into his mouth. as his tongue skillfully caressed around yours, your walls grew tighter around his fingers as the heat within your abdomen grew stronger. nicholas made sure to hit that spot repeatedly while making all sorts of shapes on your sensitive bundle of nerves as you drew closer,

“go ahead, beautiful. cum f’me.” he coaxed after pulling away from the kiss, not stopping his movements as you coated his digits and your inner thighs with your slick when he took you to your climax. your mouth was wide open, but no sound dared to come out. nicholas pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you to feel empty from the loss of his touch. he put his glistening index within his mouth to silently indulge in the taste of your nectar, you observed as he hummed in contentment before he guided his middle towards your lips,

“c’mon, i bet you never tasted yourself. trust me, you’ll love it.”

he was right, you never went that far, but for nicholas, you were ready to explore the uncharted territories of pleasure in which you were happy to follow his lead. your hands grasped onto his wrist, taking both fingers in your mouth to suckle off the rest, your eyes dare not to leave his amused, yet intrigued gaze.

“you think you’re so clever, aren’t you, mrs. chavez?”

your husband, nicholas, slyly inquired as he leaned against the doorway of your master bedroom. you paused what you were doing as he had just caught you pleasuring yourself with the pink vibrator that he detests with his entire being. you’re married to him, what the fuck do you need that for? he loves how much you yearn for his presence and his touch, yet you’re so damn impatient. what he can’t stand even more is that you decided to tease him while he was away on his set for a new project. you both knew that crashing down from the high of your honeymoon to the reality of daily life and careers would affect you, but damn— nicholas knew he was fucked up when he saw the photo of you posing on the bed in that sultry, midnight blue satin lingerie set while sporting a chained necklace of his while he took a brief break while on set. he knew he was fucked up when they came in an album of you in various ways. whether you were teasing yourself within the thong, groping the plush melanated skin of your breasts, or worse—letting your fingers dig deep down south before sucking them off like no tomorrow. nicholas couldn’t count on his fingers the amount of times the director had to call cut due to fumbling over lines as his head was clouded with such explicit visions of you. with each call to cut, his frustration towards you grew. eventually, nicholas finally got his shit together by articulating his lines without a hiccup and filming for the day had successfully wrapped, but being the perfectionist that he is, nicholas was fuming as he sped to your home. the tan skin of his knuckles glowed with ivory as his large hand deathly gripped on the steering wheel, he huffed out a breath to slightly settle himself because you already caused him trouble at work—the last thing he needed was trouble with the law. after he pulled into the driveway to enter your home, he immediately followed the sound of his name echoing through the silence of the house which now brings him to the point of catching you red-handed.

“nicholas!” you feigned a gasp and froze in your position, the toy still buzzing against your bundle of nerves. you bite down on your lip to withhold a mosn from both the sensation and your husband’s pissed, yet lecherous gaze upon you. with a nervous chuckle, you attempt to innocently play off as if this wasn’t your diabolical plan to begin with,

“h-how was work today, baby?” you question, the pitch of your voice raised as it was breathier now. you observe as he deliberately saunters closer to the bed to where he’s standing in the center of your propped, spread legs. the usually soft brown gaze of his now shifted to an intense black as he peered at the sight of that damned pink contraption still giving you half-assed ecstasy. with a scoff, a wicked chuckle vibrated from the depth of his chest. nicholas slowly shook his head.

“after everything that you’ve done, that’s all you gotta fucking say?” he quizzes with a tilt of his head, his brow raised to see how long you could keep up this facade.

“nicholas, i—”

“i’m sorry, baby, but i don’t know who the fuck you’re referring to—you see, nicholas indulges his time with women who’re patient, but sir, does not. do you understand that?”

you only respond with a nod because you could feel your first orgasm slowly approaching. he could tell also from the way your open legs slightly twitch, as well as the rise of your bucking hips from the bed. nicholas places his hands on either side of your hips, making sure to keep distance as he leans forward over your body.

“oh, no, sweetheart. y’know that mute shit doesn’t fly when you’re on punishment. tell me that you understand. right. fucking. now.” he whispered, his lips kept in a tight straight line as his eyes searched your face. by the look in your own eyes, you were practically begging him to snatch the vibrator away and scratch the itch that’s been bugging you since you’ve returned from your trip. you needed him, but due to your impatience, you might not get what you need by your way. you were in trouble and it only increased your craving for him to properly handle you like a man should.

“y-yes, sir. i—i understand.” he smirks as you actually manage to comply. in these situations, you’d be a brat, but as your husband, his heart raced as he could see that your desire for him was higher—more urgent, now that you both vowed to love and hold each other forever.

he peered down at your dripping sex briefly before shifting back to your angelic, glowing face,

“you’re bout to cum soon, yeah?” he softly questioned, chuckling as soon as a whimper left from your full lips.

“y-yes— yes, sir. wanna cum so bad, please.”

nicholas tilts his head, sucking his teeth.

“i get it, but with this.” he referred to the vibrator, “ah, no, baby, i think you got something twisted.” the next thing you knew, he slapped the toy from your hand and soon as the light thud hit the hardwood, two of his skilled fingers easily slid inside of you. you bawl out a whine once his thumb takes the devices place on your clit. this was all you ever wanted, his touch. nicholas’ length grew hard at the fact of how easy it was to gain access. with each motion of his fingers against the velvety cushion of your clenching walls, your arousal was getting out of control. it was like his fingers were on a fucking slip n’ slide. there it was again, that ball of heat forming within your abdomen,

“s-sir! m’gonna cum. only you can do it f’me! just—please, let me cum!” you thrash your hips against the rhythm of his fingers, you feel your entire body cave in when you look to see that gorgeous smile of his flash before you. maybe he was going to let you off the hook this time, right?

wrong.

just as easily as they went in, his fingers slipped out of you and his thumb ceased its sweet caress, leaving you to hang. this was only just the beginning of your punishment now. the luminous glistening skin of nicholas’ fingers were instantly clean by his tongue, he hummed at the addictive taste of your nectar, a taste he could never tire out of.

“as much i love to hear you beg, i don’t think you deserve to cum right now.” nicholas paused briefly as he began to unbutton the pristine white shirt he wore, effortlessly sliding the garment off of his bulging shoulders and biceps to reveal the sculpted body he’s been working so hard on for years. hell, he’s still working— no matter how many times you’ve seen him in his true form, it was like he was getting thicker.

fuck, you were so lucky to be married to such a fine specimen and him being good looking was just the bonus.

“i love you, y’know that? and as your husband, i want to take care of you because that’s what i vowed in front of our families—i intend to keep my word while i’m out living my dream and booking projects, but y’know what really fucks it up f’me?” he questions, unbuckling his belt to unzip his pants and free himself only to his black ck boxers you gifted him a while back. you were tuned in to listen, but of course you were distracted by his well endowed arousal staring back at you. he grabs your attention by softly grasping your jaw, forcing eye contact.

“my eyes are up here, baby, you already know how i feel about you, so don’t act so surprised.” it’s amazing that nicholas could be cross with you, but manage to still make you feel adored—as if you were his only one.

“it fucks me up how i’m out here working my ass off to support you, my wife—and then you tease me with that body of yours, knowing you’re my weakness.” he chuckled before continuing, “i looked so damn stupid messing up my lines because you’re all i could think about—” he sat upright on the bed, “get over here, now.” giving a once over to his lap. you shakily sit up to crawl over on his lap, laying on your stomach with your angled up for him perfectly.

“atta girl.” nicholas affirmed your compliance, rewarding the side of your ass with a smack of his hand, you yelp.

“sir, i’m s-sorry, i was just—” you cut off by another smack to your skin,

“i don’t want excuses, doll, i want accountability. now—i’m gonna show you how much you really affected me. you’re gonna count the times you made me mess up on set. if you can be a good girl, i’ll forgive you and give you what we both deserve, that good with you?” he softly caresses your skin, setting the expectation before you respond,

“yes, sir.”

“if you don’t, you don’t get to cum, but if it’s too much, you remember our safe word, yeah?” he peered down at you, using his fingers to guide your eyes to meet his sincere gaze. you reply with the words said previously, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. it was short, but full of fire and reassurance.

“good, y’know i’d never want to hurt you.”

there he goes again, his duality between a sexually charged dominant and doting husband were remarkable to you, you could never guess his next move.

“get ready to count, mrs. chavez.” he drew his hand back, returning to make quick contact against your skin.

“one!” you don’t hesitate to cry out.

another smack makes it debut,

“t-two!”

he adds a little more force with another,

“three!”

nicholas repeats,

“f-five!”

uh oh. you skipped a number, you were so damn drunk into the sensation, you fucked up. you pussy tingles when you hear him darkly chuckle.

“you’re pathetic, but you were so close. it was actually five times, but i guess you really wanted to get punished, did you, mrs. chavez?” you were speechless, the lingering sting from his palm remained on your skin.

“sir i—” you try to defend yourself, but now you’re past the point of no return when he commands you to get on your knees. despite the slight ache, you follow through, your head right in between the thickness of his thighs. the impressive tent beneath the onyx fabric of his boxers stared at you, putting you in a state of hypnosis. your thighs clenched, salivating at the mere thought of his taste. you were sure to get in his good graces again because you knew exactly what to do with his precious gift,

“this is your only chance for me to forgive you after acting like such a slut—and you’re just gonna stare at it? i know you’re smarter than that, mrs. chavez.” nicholas leans back, his hips rising off the bed to swiftly remove the final piece of clothing from his body, revealing one of his greatest assets. he was thick and girthy from the base to vein ridden shaft. your mouth watered at the sight of the swollen, strawberry red tip that was already oozing out his seed. his voice broke out of your trance,

“go on—earn my forgiveness.”

he commanded with a whisper, attentively looking on as you started to stick out your tongue to prep your hand, but you paused, another delicious idea creeped into your mind. you bit your lip at nicholas’ baffled expression, your hand descending down your body, reaching to your slickness. you move your hand back and forth, rubbing circles around your clit to emit more juice without cumming on yourself. you wouldn’t dare. once your hand was coated with enough, it doesn’t take long for you to grip at the base of nicholas’ cock before you start to stroke fluidly. as soon as your thumb paints figure eights around the leaking tip, a deep grunt mixed with some profanity echoed throughout the room,

“what the fuck, you’re fucking incredible—my wife is such a nasty whore. keep going, baby, give it a taste.”

he bucks his hips with your hand, now craving more. with soft “yes, sir.”, you bring your tongue out to lick a stripe up on the underside, swirling it around the tip before hallowing your cheeks to take in as much as you can of his length. his taste mixed with yours drives you to move your head up and down in the perfect tempo, not so fast to end it all, but to let you both savor this moment. he deserved it, busting his ass to bring in a bag and take care of you, but here you were fucking it up for him behind the scenes because you couldn’t wait a few more hours. now, feeling super remorseful, you hum and guide him deeper within your throat. the vibration along with your skill causes nicholas to caress his large fingers through your scalp as he feels himself reaching closer to the edge,

“ah, mm. shit—you must be really sorry, huh? fuck, you’re doing so amazing. i bet you’ve been wanting to do this shit all day, you nasty little slut, c’mon, take it.” with a firmer grasp to your head, he practically fucks himself within your throat. he’s grateful that you’re able to take it so well because he’s never want to harm you for his pleasure. nicholas’ body convulses when the wave of ecstasy finally crashes over him, causing his seed to rain down into your mouth. he could bust out more as he observes you swallowing every single drop before popping him out of his mouth, but he just hoisted you up onto his lap to draw you into a fervent kiss. you’d both been longing for each other’s lips to touch since this morning. it was a kiss that resembled two lovers being apart from each other for years on end. with a grip to your neck, his tongue intrudes within your mouth. he took his time to swirl around it before wrapping his lips around to completely suck on your tongue, a moan emitting from your lips as he pulls away. your hand reached to caress along the soft skin of his jawline, you’re still in awe that he was your husband, a man that so much of the world wanted and fell for. you lay one last kiss on his lips before uttering,

“i’m so sorry, nicholas—i didn’t mean to get you into trouble, i promise to wait for you next time. i just—crave for you—” you giggle feeling his face heat up under you while peppering kisses on his skin, “so much.” you whisper into his ear, pecking the lobe before gazing back into his eyes, awaiting his forgiveness.

you knew he was back to the doting husband you exchanged vows with, he didn’t even correct you for calling out his name.

“all is forgiven, sweetheart. y’know, i always want to make sure you’re taken care of and thank you for being so understanding.” his gaze shifted from yours to the skimpy top you were still wearing, his finger slid up to to bring each spaghetti strap down on your shoulders.“y’know i’ll always give my wife what she deserves—take that off. i wanna see you.”

nicholas moves out of the way, so that you could stand before him to teasingly remove the last part of clothing that you had on.

“god, my wife is so fucking beautiful. like, it’s insane—lemme touch you, baby.” he comments resuming his casual position on the bed.

feeling bashful under his gaze, you thank your husband for the compliment before you step closer to him. once you’re in his reach, he pulls you down onto his lap and places your legs securely around his waist. nicholas leans in, his lips ghosting over yours before he finally closes the gap between you again. he spends quality time sharing his lips with yours before they descend to show affection on the skin of your neck, a hum erupts from his chest as his tongue swirls around the glowing melanated skin of your collarbone. you shudder in pleasure at his skill and you were lost in a trance as you watched him bury his angelic face within your chest. while his hand was groping one, his tongue would be teasing the point of your erected nipple then he would alternate. nicholas always made sure each of them got special treatment, but that was just the appetizer.

with such a gentle touch, nicholas turned you around, so that your spine was connected to the bed. his large body loomed over yours as he was still staring in awe at your body. everything within you heats up the longer his eyes lingered over every inch of you. a sigh escapes your lips as his travel from your chest and to your stomach. nicholas reaches your navel, just right above where you need him the most. his gaze holds yours as if asking if he can further. after receiving a silent yet eager nod of approval from you, your thighs were already perched on his shoulders as his head disappeared in the gap between your legs. you’re already a moaning mess when his tongue takes the liberty of claiming its territory along your clit. nicholas nodded and shook his head in different directions as his tongue continued to love on the sensitive bundle of nerves. the chocolate tresses of his hair are tousled by your fingers when he encloses his lips around the pleasure point, giving it a well deserved suckle.

“fuck, nick baby, that feels so good!” you exclaim, gripping his hair a bit tighter, your thighs hugging him in closer. this only motivated him to be more relentless, he moved his tongue rapidly along every part of you and gave a little something extra by having his thumb work on your clit. nicholas grinned in satisfaction at the sight of your legs trembling, your sounds getting higher and desperate. you were going to cum and that’s exactly what he needed.

“c’mon, sweetheart. give it all to me. let go.” your body convulses and falls under the spell of his soft coaxing voice as you let your love for him gush from within you. his tongue lapped you clean of every drop that spilled out of you.

“you did so good f’me, doll, but i know you want more.” nicholas wastes no time in scoring himself up closer, so were face to face. with the use of his hand, guides his cock to line up at your awaiting entrance before he fills you up completely until he completely bottoms out. you both sigh in relief as you both connect, he pulls out and makes his way back in before he starts to skillfully roll his hips into yours. his hands take a hold of your hips to give him leverage as he sits upright. at this new angle, nicholas accelerates his movements as he pulls your legs upon his shoulders and places a kiss towards the bone of your ankle.

“hah, fuck, i love you so much—mmph! take it, baby, take it.” you whimper, trying your best to return the phrase as his tip continued to strike at that sweet spot of your cervix,

“i—ah, love you more!” you arch your back, pressing your hips up closer to his once he hit the target inside of you. nicholas moved so fluidly, the squelching sound of your arousal made it easy for him to do so. nicholas loved the way you just fit around him, you were so warm, so tight, and so inviting. he craved to be closer to you than ever. taking his hands from your hips, he placed them on the small of your back to meet you right where he his. your chest bounce against his as his motions don’t stop when grinding his hips vertically inside you.

“c’mon, baby, fuck me back.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. your clenched your thighs tighter around his torso for your hips to meet his rhythm as you bury wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and bury your face within his neck. he grunts as you clench tighter and tighter around him.

“m’so close, nick.” you whimpered out, digging your nails in the skin of his shoulders.

“just a little more, baby—wait f’me.” he urged, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as you pushed your heated, sweaty body closer to his. with each stroke of his hips, he pushed you closer to the edge. that familiar ball of heat within you started to intensify if he kept going at this pace.

“shit. nick, please…” you gasped, your breath hitching as you try to hold it just for him, you knew exactly what he wanted to do. nicholas reached in between your bodies for his thumb to send stimulation to your clit. he moves in figure eights that’s sure to take you there. the cries of his name mixed with your consistent clenching of your walls around him caused the tempo to increase, he could let go at any moment, but he wants to share that moment with you, his wife.

“baby, look at me—cum with me, i got you.” he murmured, pulling you from his shoulder to maintain eye contact. there’s just something about the way you look at him that just makes him falter. your eyes resemble those of a doe, as you blink he notices the curl of natural eyelashes and the way your brows furrow with such concentration. it all makes him want to melt.

“ready?” he questions, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. you respond with a quick nod and instantly press your lips to his. with one final stroke, you felt yourself become undone. there’s pleasure washing over you like a great tsunami as your juices find themselves on your thighs and his cock. your body trembled as you repeatedly moaned with the out his name with the occasional profanity. nicholas felt his own release course through him as he watched you ride out your high, his movements never ceasing. the mixture of your fluids started to drip from deep inside of you. after you both came down from your euphoric state, nicholas slowed the roll of his hips, his hands gently caressing your thighs as he pulled you in closer. he initiates a lax, yet sensual makeout session for a brief time before pulling away, giving you the most smitten of stares at your afterglow.

“are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“yeah, why’d you ask?” you nod, matching his concern.

“i don’t know, i think i went overboard with the whole punishment thing. if i hurt you i’m so—”

you cut him off with a kiss, “mm-mm. i’m fine, honey. besides, you looked sexy as hell while doing that.” you softly chuckle, caressing his sculpted jaw. “maybe i should tease you at work more often.” you quip, smiling as he joins in the laughter. “hm. maybe, because that was fucking amazing.” he places another kiss on your lips, “you’re amazing—i love you, mrs. chavez.” he proclaimed in a hushed tone. he took your left hand and giving the rock on your finger a peck.

but it’s not her.

it’s you.

patrick blinks, his entire body stiffening, like his brain short-circuits for a seconds. you’re standing there, in the hall, and he doesn’t know what to say. for weeks, he’s been trying to erase your absence—or at least dull it—by throwing himself into other pursuits (fucking prostitutes who vaguely resemble you, at least in the right light) and nightly excursions into back alleys with a knife. but now, you’re here, standing in front of him, and he feels… blindsided.

his eyes sweep over you instinctively, taking in every detail of your outfit. the shoes you’re wearing are gucci—acceptable. still well-kept but with a slight scuff on the side. he notices the faint wear on the soles and thinks about how he’d replace them for you if he could. the dress—valentino, tailored well, though the stitching at the hem could have been tighter, sexier. your body deserves better, patrick thinks with a slight pang in his chest, prettier than you give yourself credit for, prettier than the way you dress.

then his gaze catches on the necklace. cartier. an elegant piece with a single pendant that rests at your collarbone.

before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “that necklace… it’s a good look on you.”

your hand immediately drifts up to the pendant. you touch it lightly, almost shyly,

“patrick… you bought me this. remember?”

he does.

the memory hits him like blunt force trauma, dragging him back to valentine’s day. he’d spent months securing a reservation at dorsia—screaming matches with disinterested reservation mangers over the phone, begging, bribery. it had all paid off when you walked in wearing that pink chanel dress—soft, romantic, a shade that reminded him of fresh roses. it fit you like a glove, like you’d stepped straight out of a vogue magazine. you’d squealed when he handed you the tiny cartier box across the table, your eyes wide, so bright. even patrick believed that day was perfect.

and, of course, the night. he remembers that, too. vividly. the way you were both tangled in his egyptian sheets, the way your perfume and sweat lingered on his skin after.

his mouth opens slightly, then closes. the silence stretches between you, thick and awkward, until patrick finally steps aside and motions for you to come in.

for the first time in weeks, patrick bateman feels… something. he’s not sure what “something” is, though. relief? hope? pathetic gratitude? he doesn’t know, and he hates not knowing. what he does know is this: whatever void you left behind, nothing—not the women, not even the killings—ever came close to filling it.

𝜗ϱ ┆ shock & silence

patrick wouldn’t know how to react at first. when you show up at his door, he’d open it, expecting another downstairs neighbor—bitching about the noises he makes when working out—but seeing you there would render him momentarily speechless. there’d be no theatrical display of relief or joy. instead, he’d stare at you in silence, until..

“you’re here,”

𝜗ϱ ┆ letting you in back into his world

patrick would step aside, letting you into his pristine apartment. the act of letting you back into his space would be his version of an emotional response—a silent acknowledgment of your importance to him.

he wouldn’t ask why you came back, at least not immediately. part of him would be terrified that questioning your return might push you away again. instead, he’d default to his usual routines, offering you a drink (with a coaster, of course) as though nothing had happened.

“do you want a perrier? or… something stronger?”

𝜗ϱ ┆ processing your return

while he wouldn’t outwardly express much, patrick would be reeling internally. your absence would have deeply shaken him, even if he didn’t fully understand why. in your time apart, he’d tried to fill the void with meaningless hookups and violence—screwing sex workers who vaguely resembled you, killing homeless people—but nothing could satisfy him. your return would force him to confront feelings he doesn’t have the tools to process... patrick doesn’t feel love in the traditional sense, but he’s capable of obsession and fixation, and you are irreplaceable in his world.

𝜗ϱ ┆ a shift in his behaviour