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you kind of wished he had never found out about it. not really, but now it certainly seems he likes to use it as leverage against you.
your boyfriend was gentle in all the ways that count. soft touches that made you feel like precious art. sweet words of encouragement that made you feel seen. but sometimes you feel like he might be too gentle with you.
the only times he ever let that soft-handed mask down were when he was fucking you.
and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.
“oh god… oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.” on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, san’s face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.
his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.
this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, san’s voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.
“pussy’s so warm today, baby.” he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. “making me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.”
you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.
“turn, look at us.” he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.
you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.
you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.
“mind your business, babydoll.” he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.
he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. “ooh, fuck…” he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.
his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.
“my soft little slut…” san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.
“look at you go, baby.” he praises around a heated smile. “drooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?”
you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.
he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.
your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who would’ve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.
san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning ’mhms’ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.
“mm, i love fucking my baby, slow… and stupid.” he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. “jus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.”
he’s in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.
his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.
you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.
this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.
“yeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.” san’s voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. “givin this pussy a workout hm?”
you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm he’s got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so you’re fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.
“you like to be lazy. you like to lie here— fuck… lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?”
he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.
his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.
your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.
he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesn’t stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.
“aww, ‘m sorry babydoll.” he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.
“bet you would’ve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.” he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.
“looking all soft and sleepy.” his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.
“think i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?” he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.
“mmhm, soak my cock baby.” he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. “make it smell like you.”
he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.
his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make san’s head spin.
“gonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.” he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.
“eee..every n-night..?” you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.
he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. “mhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-” he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. “-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.”
you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once san’s felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.
“there we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.” he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.
his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and you’re too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.
your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.
his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.
he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.
until you’re sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically can’t cum anymore. and he’ll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.
he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.
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pairing: sub!nicholas x dom!reader
word count: 853
summary: Nicholas didn't want to wake you, but when his boner woke him up, and your warm scent hit his nose, it made him needy, so much so that he had to do something about it.
warnings: afab!reader, unprotected, P IN V, mama as a title, kitty as a name for nicho here & there, everything written IS consensual!!, i think that's all!
It was quiet at this time of night until it wasn't. Not that you're complaining. To be woken up by a pretty boy whining and kissing at your neck is a wet dream, so you are thankful it's your reality.
Nicholas's movements are restless, uncoordinated. Poor baby whispering to himself as his cock ruts against your backside.
"Mama…help…" he's so quiet you'd almost miss him if you weren't so alert on everything he's doing and saying, especially right now.
Nicholas didn't want to wake you, but when his boner woke him up, and your warm scent hit his nose, it made him needy, so much so that he had to do something about it; he had to use you even if you're asleep. And you won't mind, right? Mama never gets mad at him.
You turn over to face him, making him gasp. Cheeks flushing in shame, but he doesn't hide, just bites his lip. "Mama…" he whispers.
"Mama's here, baby, need help with something?" you ask. Looking down to see where he's oozing precum to a stain on his light gray boxers. He nods, scooting closer towards you. He rubs his hips higher so you can feel his hardness on the plush of your thigh.
"Touch it?" he asks so sweetly.
Subspace clouding his brain, making his words short, cute. All he wants and needs is you. Any part of you, he's just happy you're here with him now. That you're awake, acknowledging him with a helping hand and petting back his hair as you coo.
"What? This pretty thing?" You grab his bulge and squeeze tight. Giggling when his lashes flutter.
"Mhmm…please," he begs. Leaning up to snuggle against your cheek. Such a kitty.
"Good job, baby, saying mama's favorite word," he preens at the praise, smile lines showing.
You pull free his cock from beneath the cloth and grin. "Such a big cock, so pretty. Mama wants it inside. Can she have that?" He immediately looks up at you at the mention of being granted the sweet heat that is your pussy. Eyes practically sparkling with excitement or the gloss of tears from just the mention of something that'll feel so good. Either way your holding the world in your hands, and he wants it badly.
"Yes, wan'it too."
Moving your leg to lie over his hip, you give his cock a few strokes before guiding the tip to your entrance. When your hole makes contact with his slit, he squeaks out. So cute. You continue to inch him further in until he's bottomed out.
The first clench you purposefully give his cock has him seeing stars already.
"Too soon, mama.." he whines, ducking his head in your neck.
"Feel good already, baby? Mama being mean?" you snicker. liking how much of a mess he currently is. so easy to play with. He nods before having a second thought about his agreement.
"Never mean to me," he whispers, moving to capture your lips in a kiss. It's soft, sweet. As if he's trying to convey the feelings you grant his being. Always kind, always patient.
"its cause i love you, baby, you love mama?" you inquire. Grabbing his ass cheek in greed, just cause you can. It makes him speed up, thrust becoming deep, fast, loud.
"s'much, always." he kisses your cheek, trailing them down to your collar bones. Biting the skin there before sucking it into his mouth. Leaving marks for his eyes later, creating petals on your skin the way you make them bloom in his heart.
His nice, nice mama.
You feel your wetness leaking out of you the more Nicholas fucks his cock inside. Rubbing the ridges of your walls and grazing that sweet spot over and over until you're winking around him. Pussy pulsing, just begging to be filled by your sweet boy, your pretty kitty.
Nicholas is so far gone, in such a cloudy space that's comforting. Your scent surrounds him, your heat grips him, your love blesses him. Kitty is nodding to himself, whispering about how good you are to him. How your pussy is "S'warm", how he's gonna cum soon.
"Yes, mama, please, please…" He's close, so close that when you slip a finger into his mouth with a soft "suck," his eyes cross and high-pitched moans leave his throat repeatedly. Pretty kitty wraps his finger around your digit and pops off it in a hurry because—
"Fuck, mama. cumming, cum—" Thick spurts of white hit your walls, and it's good. so good.
His cock throbs, and you can feel each spurt being let out inside of you. You lick up his neck before biting his earlobe. "Give mama a little more baby—" You move your hips, rocking them down onto his cock, and his hands skyrocket to grip your hips
"Ma—"
"Let me make it feel so good, let me take everything out of it, can mama do that?
He looks at you, hazy, dazed. In love.
"Fuck me, mama, please.
What a lovely thing to be awoken to, even if the night will now be a long one.
hi pretty ! could i request headcanons for martin noticing yn slowly distancing herself and shutting him out? could be for all of cortis if u feel like it i just dont wanna be greedy haha ty have a good week <3
find it here !
since i decided to create a separate account for my cortis fics, i posted it on that account. ALSO please feel free to always be greedy. i love them all so dearly, im more than happy to write for all of them at once lol
I’m in Nico obsession as per usual. Can I request a fun lil teasy fic of pure neediness where Nico and reader making out and he’s just pinning her everywhere when he gets home- against the door as soon as he gets inside, the wall, sitting reader on a desk, etc etc. 🙈🙈🙈
PS your writing is genuinely phenomenal I’m kicking my feet reading your fics every time you’re so talented MWAH🫵💗
LOCKED IN
In which your boyfriend cannot keep his hands off of you, after being apart for months. Or, the one where Nicho is anything but locked in.
Wang Yixiang x Fem!Reader including . . . established relationship, suggestive content (making out, groping, one mention of sex), needy nicho, alcohol mention, reader calls nicho “nini” <3
DAE’S NOTE: I LOVE YOU, MWAH ‼️ thank you very much my dear and i am SO sorry it’s taken me so long to get to your request 🙏😞 this is very scrumptious though and indeed insanely nicho coded 👅 and i need red hair nicho to come back IMMEDIATELY i love him so much 😞
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Nicho is not nonchalant. Not that anyone necessarily thinks he is — he’s just…calm, quiet, reserved…ish.
He doesn’t talk a lot. He’s always been more of a listener than anything, and that’s something you’ve always loved about him. He remembers things that you say, from little details about your favorite things, to the exact time you were born, because you mentioned it once.
When he does talk, it’s gentle, soft-spoken. Hardly ever is he loud.
What is loud about Nicho, though, is his actions.
He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you, puts food on your plate when you eat together, ties your shoelaces for you, holds your bags when he takes you shopping — his actions are always far more telling than his words, because when he puts in effort, it manifests physically.
Which is exactly why he becomes particularly handsy when you’ve been apart for months. With distance and bus schedules, getting to see each other isn’t as easy as you’d like it to be, but you’ve made it work.
Nicho likes the saying “distance makes the heart grow fonder”, though he didn’t get it right until months after he first read the phrase—
You’re pretty sure that’s a mere coping mechanism, though. He’s saying it to you, but it’s a reminder to himself, because he may enjoy talking, especially with you, but he knows his love language is more based in the physical realm, and you know it to.
He always greets you with the tightest, warmest hug he can muster, when you’re reunited, followed up by a sweet, lingering kiss.
As you spend more time together, though, he only gets more handsy. Maybe it’s because his subconscious knows your time for that particular visit is dwindling, or maybe it’s simply true: the way he swears he gets more obsessed with you every day.
“Nini—“ You giggle as his lips linger on your skin while he fumbles with the key card for your hotel room. Your skin is warm, both from his heated affection and the alcohol you had at dinner.
He hums against your skin as he pushes you through the open door, kicking it shut behind you both. He shoves the keycard into the pocket of his jeans, so his hands can freely find your hips. He spins you around, pinning you to the door, as his lips meet yours again.
Nicho never kisses half-heartedly. His tongue slides into your mouth, and he groans softly against your lips.
“Missed you so much, pretty,” He breathes out between passionate kisses, humming contently as your arms wind around his shoulders and your fingers curl into his hair.
“Missed you more,” You muse without a second thought, because it’s true.
When he suddenly moves, you attempt to pull away, but he grabs the back of your neck, drawing your lips back to his as he spins you around, guiding you through the hotel room.
He giggles against your lips when you bump into the desk that’s pushed against the wall, directly in front of the bed. His giggle makes you smile, but in an instant, he’s devouring you again, gently pushing you against the table.
His hands slide beneath your thighs, and he gives you a gentle push, hoisting you onto the desk. When you wrap your legs around his hips, and are the one to initiate the kiss this time, he nearly moans.
“You’re hot,” He huffs, with that annoyed-but-aroused tone that he does, when you do something that affects him more than he’d like to admit.
“Thank you,” You purr, gently biting his bottom lip. You pull back just slightly, just enough to look at him. He lets you, this time, his dark eyes meeting your gaze.
He looks drunk on your kisses, but the smile he gives you is so sincere and fond, it makes your heart twist.
He always does that. Even when he’s fucking you into oblivion, he melts under your gaze.
Nicho sighs softly, a little, lovesick sound escaping his lips, before he leans in again. He kisses you softer this time, but with lingering tension.
“I love you,” He mumbles into the kiss, trailing his lips across your cheek, and down your neck.
“I love you,” You echo, caressing the back of his head. He kisses his way down to the fabric of your shirt, before kissing back up your neck, his lips lingering on your cheek when he makes his way back to it.
He pulls back, gently nudging his nose against yours. “Could just kiss you forever,” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your lips.
“Well, that’s not possible,” You muse, shaking your head slightly, your nose brushing back and forth against his, “…but we can try.”
Nicho smiles, then crashes his lips against yours. He makes a surprised sound when you suddenly push him back, just enough to slide off of the desk.
You grab him by the collar, guide him back towards the bed. When he sinks down, you crawl into his lap, giving him a taste of his own medicine—not letting him pull away.
“Baby—“
“You’re wasting valuable time,” You shush him playfully, but he suddenly kisses you with a greed that knocks the breath out of you.
Maybe you can’t kiss forever, but something tells you that this is exactly where you’ll be for the foreseeable future.
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This is my favorite Rikiz photo ever. Look at them...so snoozy. So eepy. Taki looks half-awake and Maki looks like one of those dogs that still thinks it's a lil puppy. I can't :(
