𝒩𝒾𝒸𝑜’𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁🍓🎀

Strawberries and Cream🍓🤍

Nicholas has surprised you with a romantic getaway for your anniversary. a lot has changed within the two years of being together, but some things will always remain constant: your boyfriend is a devious tease, and strawberries often taste much better with cream.

paring ₊˚⊹♡ boyfriend! Wang Yixiang x fem! reader

wc: 12.2k (yum)

content ⟢ explicit sexual content dom!Nico, brattysub! reader, cumplay (like, a lot), semi-public sex (dw the public respects your privacy), orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, fingering, oral sex (m+f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (sorry I’m a mess but u can glove it ifuwant), creampie, handcuffs, choking/breathplay, spanking, hair pulling, mutual masturbation, nipple play, hickeys, biting, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, pet names (baby, baby girl, princess, bǎobèi), nico refers to himself as ‘bàba’ and ‘gēge’, nico is the biggest tease to ever tease in the existence of teasers, cum, cum, cum, cum, strawberries

a/n💌 omg tumblr virginity taken🥺 i just have to share that this is genuinely one of my dream fantasies, soooo i decided to let you all inside my scary head and write this; who else would I fantasise about it with if not for my weno <3 enjoy, my loves !

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The sound of birds chirping sweet melodies welcomed you into the serenity of the beautiful Saturday morning in the Japanese countryside. Your tired eyes fluttered open as the morning sun was gently shining through the curtains that were drawn back neatly, framing the picturesque scenery stretching for miles.

Dew drops glistened in the light illuminating the windowpane, rolling down the cool glass smoothly and puddling at the old wooden ledge. A sweet, delicious aroma diffused into the room through the door that was left slightly ajar, and you could hear the faint sizzle coming from the kitchen downstairs. 

You stretched in the cotton sheets with a tired yawn, rolling over to the surprisingly empty space, where Nicholas should have been, next to you in the bed. Evidently, he had woken up earlier than usual and left you to your sleep. It was considerate of him, but you couldn’t help sulking just a little; your favourite part of the day was waking up in the secure warmth of Nico’s arms, entangled in a comforting mess of undeniable love. Oh, and sex – the best, deeply connecting morning sex. 

With a big yawn and stretch of encouragement, you mustered the energy to rise from the comfort of the bed, guided downstairs by the melodic sound of Nicholas humming. You stopped midway on the stairs, crouching to see Nicholas standing cooking in the kitchen, a rare sight indeed. Of all the time you had known him, you had never seen this man cook to this extent of making what seemed to be an entire meal. 

Today marked two whole years since Nicholas had given in to the tormenting desire and, with some abrupt words of encouragement from the impatient teamies, finally asked you to be his girlfriend. You were the ‘pretty girl’ he had been captivated by at a convenience store late one Friday night, bumping hands as you both reached for the last strawberry milk. Being a gentleman, he insisted that you take it, a smile stretching on his bare face. You  were undoubtedly flustered in his presence, overtaken by how handsome this mystery strawberry man was. 

Much to Nicholas’ disappointment, you practically scurried away to pay and leave before he had a chance to get your number, flushed with shyness. Nicholas hadn’t stopped speaking about you every second of the way back to the dorm and was already planning to embark on a search to find you. By the time they got home, Harua was certain that he had a wedding to plan soon. 

As if by fate, you both crossed paths again at a cosy karaoke bar that Nicholas and the teamies frequented often. You had no idea that he was an idol, nor who &Team even were, and he kept it on the down low; Nicholas was not risking you being scared away. 

You made him feel normal, in the best way possible, like he could let down his guard and unwind in the comfort of your presence. These feelings were reciprocated – he made you feel wanted, and nothing compared to the warmest smile that broke on his gorgeous face each time he caught a glimpse of you. One thing led to another, and the two of you proved to be harmonious in more than just the karaoke duets. 

Nicholas downplayed his lovesickness to anybody who asked, but the truth was that he had been hopelessly yearning after you for months before making his move. For such an assumingly cool guy, he sure was rattled by the overwhelming feeling of falling in love. You melted his tough exterior, unintentionally too – to quote Maki’s words, ‘bro was whipped more than cream and the strawberry jam’. 

Fast forward two years, and Nicholas had surprised you with a romantic getaway. You had been wanting to visit the rural areas of Japan for quite some time now; you loved the city life you were living but wished to experience the beautiful tranquillity of the countryside.

Nicholas had heard you talking about it and managed to book a getaway during his off schedule, which conveniently aligned with your anniversary. He had planned to take you to explore some traditional villages, the onsens, peaceful trails and so much more. The world could move slower for the two of you, and that was exactly what you and Nicholas needed. 

Despite being on vacation and really valuing his sleep, Nicholas had risen with the early morning sun and situated himself in the kitchen. His plan was to surprise you with a homemade breakfast feast, which was so sweet of him, as he was not really the best cook. His idea of a nice meal was ordering his favourite take out or going to the convenience store when he had late-night, gruelling schedules. Nevertheless, he at least wanted to try and make some food with love and set out early to do so as a surprise. 

“Good morning, baby,” Nicholas’ raspy voice greeted you after sensing you there, his head turning to look at you over his shoulder. He was mid cooking a pancake, flipping It as he cursed under his breath at the heavily darkened ring of crust. You smiled at how cute he was. 

“Hi, Nico,” you yawned, walking over to him tiredly and melting into him as you hugged his body from behind. 

“Did my pretty girl have a nice sleep?” Nicholas asked, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your head, which was now resting on his bare shoulder.

“It was ok,” you nestled your face into his neck, inhaling the natural scent of his soft skin.

“Just ‘ok’?” he raised his eyebrow, shielding you as he moved the pan and plopped the crispy pancake onto the stack. 

“It would have been better if I woke up next to you,” you sulked into him tiredly, and he shook his head with a chuckle, “I needed you.” 

“My needy princess,” he made you blush, “You know I love waking up with you in my arms, but I really wanted to surprise you with breakfast. Forgive me, baby.”

“You’re forgiven,” you grinned sheepishly into his neck with rosy cheeks, “but why are you cooking naked? That is so unsafe.”

“I’m in my boxers!” Nicholas exclaimed with his signature smirk, eyes narrowed cheekily. 

“What if you burn yourself?” you worried about him. 

“You just don’t want me to burn my dick,” Nicholas looked down at you, knowing you were about to turn crimson from his teasing. 

“Shut up!” you got embarrassed, hiding your face, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You’re so precious,” he smiled, “I’ll be ok. If I do get burnt, you can kiss it better.” Nicholas winked as you playfully pushed at him with a barely-there gentleness, smiling at his dirty mind. 

Nicholas wouldn’t let you do a single thing, insisting that you sit down at the table and let him serve you. You didn’t object, allowing him to pull your chair out and push you back in like a gentleman. He poured your drink and probably would have cut your food up if you had asked; he was so smitten with you. 

You got shy when he moved his chair to sit directly next to you at the table as opposed to across, his hand resting on your thigh as he ate. Nicholas valued physical touch, and you loved the secure feeling of having him connected to you in some way.

The pancakes, albeit a little lumpy from the batter and over crispy from the high flame, were quite nice. Nicholas had thoughtfully given you the least burnt ones as an act of love, making your plate pretty with various fruits arranged into hearts and flowers, drizzled in syrup. 

“You have syrup on your face,” Nicholas told you, and you immediately went to wipe your mouth.

‘Have I got it?” you asked, looked at Nico as he smirked. 

“C’mere,” Nicholas went a step further and pulled you onto his lap, licking his thumb and wiping at the corner of your mouth. When he was done, Nico brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it clean, maintaining strong eye contact with you as you blushed. 

“Thank you,” you said shyly, heart beating as you were still in his lap.

“Do I get a thank you kiss?” Nicholas raised his eyebrow and smiled, and you puckered up your lips and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. Nicholas scrunched his nose in response, tilting his face quickly to catch your lips in a kiss. He pulled you deeper into his kiss, tongue swiping over your lip to ask for entrance. You moaned into him and Nicholas used it as a welcomed opportunity to dive in, his tongue exploring your mouth curiously, teasing yours. 

You were straddling his lap and could feel Nicholas hardening throughout the kiss, making you whine in anticipation as you felt yourself getting more turned on too. You shifted on his cock just to test the water, your whine muffled in his kiss as he grinned at your forwardness. His strong hands gripped at your hips, helping you transition to grinding against him. “Nico,” you whimpered, “please…” You desperately wanted him to fuck you, but he wasn’t making any further moves. 

“Show me how much you want it,” Nicholas taunted with shining eyes, motioning down to where you were grinding lightly, “Go on – beg for it.” Nicholas halted his own movement, keeping his hands firm and motionless on your waist. You were flushed bright pink as you dry humped him pathetically, desperate to be fucked, but too shy to take the control. 

“Nicholas, please,” you begged shamelessly, “I need to feel you inside. Please.”

Nicholas let out small, raspy groans as you increased the speed to convince him, grinding down on his hard cock with perfect precision. You were becoming increasingly more worked up, pussy dripping as you felt the torturous friction of his thin boxers and veiny length rubbing against you. Weakly, you leaned into his chest, burying your face in the nook of his neck as you kept your hips moving, a whining mess. 

Feeling his cock twitching and the increased rapidness of his breaths next to your ear,  you knew Nicholas was extremely close. One more brush of your pussy was enough, and Nicholas came in his boxers with an uncontrollable series of whimpers, his fingers digging into your waist as the orgasm consumed him and his eyes rolled. You kept going, so turned on by Nicholas cumming, chasing your own release that was near. Then suddenly, he stopped you.

His hands secured even firmer on your hips to halt any movement, despite your best efforts. You tried to jitter your hips into him, but he held you down in place on his lap. Channeling your defiance, you let out a desperate whine and tried again to keep going, so close to release that you didn’t want to stop now. “I said stop,” Nicholas’ voice was almost a growl as he slapped your ass hard, making you jump with a shriek, “We haven’t got the time. A long day ahead.” 

Your thighs trembled against his as you processed his words, tears in your eyes. “N-no, Nicholas, please!” you begged, trying to move against him again but failing, “That’s not fair!” Nicholas scooped you up and pushed you down onto your knees on the floor, caressing your face with a cunning smile. 

Nicholas gripped into your hair gently, guiding your head to the wet patch in his boxers from where he had released. You obediently began licking and sucking at the wetness without even needing to be told, his cum seeping through and blessing your tastebuds. Nicholas let out a sigh at the sensation of your mouth on his clothed cock, his grip slightly tightening in your hair. However, you were greedy, and it wasn’t enough. Hungry for more, you tried to discreetly touch yourself for some relief, reaching up to hook his waistband and pull his boxers down.  

You thought you were slick, but Nicholas knew better; he grabbed both of your hands in his and leaned down close to your heated face. “No,” Nicholas simply denied, placing a kiss on your lips and standing up with a smirk, “time to get ready.” You were blushed up and beyond embarrassed, legs squeezed together as Nicholas carefully pulled you up and held your hand in his. 

Your world was spinning as he guided you upstairs, but it was pointless anyway; he wasn’t taking you there to fuck the life out of you. Nicholas headed for a quick shower, which you declined childishly; he had annoyed you by denying your orgasm, but getting to have his, so he didn’t get to see you naked. You freshened up, choosing to wear a pretty white sun dress since you were going on a picnic, and it was a lovely, bright day. 

Unbeknownst to you, Nicholas watched with a proud smirk as you slipped into your panties, which were already being soaked by your building arousal within seconds. You were still so wet after Nicholas’ earlier teasing, and the constant replay running through your head of how close you were to cumming. You grabbed the ribbons you were going to tie into your hair, and Nicholas smoothly positioned himself behind you.

“You’re so pretty, as usual,” Nicholas complimented, helping you make the bow on one side of your head as you fastened the other. 

“Thank you,” you weren’t feeling talkative, the sexual frustration dictating your mood. Nicholas was well aware you were annoyed and why. 

“My love,” Nicholas placed an affectionate kiss on your cheek, holding your hand, “cheer up. I have a feeling you will enjoy today.” You simply nodded, pulling away from him as he playfully bit your nose to try and make you giggle, then tried to grab your ass walking down the stairs. He really was the biggest tease ever, but he was your biggest tease; you loved him more than life itself. Nicholas gathered the rest of your stuff, including the picnic basket, and the two of you were ready to go. 

With your hand firmly entwined with his, the two of you set off on your afternoon venture through the scenic meadows, picnic basket in Nicholas’ other hand. You were still not really in the mood to talk, which Nicholas didn’t question or push. Instead, he walked coolly with the most handsome smugness plastered on his bare face; he knew you were frustrated, left hot and bothered by his breakfast teasing and denial. You were not having fun yet, but God, Nicholas was. 

You reached a quiet, secluded spot next to a small lake, guarded by the tower of a wild Sakura tree, with pale pink blossoms dancing gracefully in the gentle breeze. Nicholas laid out the blanket, placed the picnic basket down and then began to unpack the most random selection of snacks, which were supplementing lunch today. The snacks were going to be polished off with some strawberries that you had both picked yesterday afternoon upon arriving. 

The breakfast making had proved to consume all the cooking abilities from chef Wang, and he admitted that he had tried to make onigiri but burnt all the rice. Nicholas blamed it on the limited appliances available in your rental, assuming there would be more. In his words, ‘who doesn’t have a rice cooker? This is Japan!’

Hence, Nicholas resorted to using a saucepan, which he forgot about whilst being preoccupied with the pancakes. Regardless, the type, or quality, of food you ate didn’t really matter to you; it was his efforts that meant the most, and just how much love Nicholas had fuelled into his actions to give you the best anniversary ever. 

You sank down onto the blanket, Nicholas settling close to you with his digicam. “Smile for me, baby,” he instructed, rotating his camera to snap a photo of you both together. You were still quite moody, which Nico was trying to overcome, but he loved how cute you were when mad. Nicholas leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek, his other hand anchored firmly on your waist, forcing a smile from your sulk; you were a sucker for his affection, especially sweet kisses.

“Good girl,” he smirked, voice low as he kissed down to your neck before placing the camera down. Your stomach immediately filled with anticipatory butterflies; his praise, borderline erotic, was simple, yet enough to make you succumb to the renowned Weno weakness. What made it worse was that Nicholas did it on purpose to arouse you, under the guise of innocence. Perhaps, the worst part was that you liked it. 

Time passed by easily, and you spent hours enjoying each other’s company, eating your snacks and talking about the most random things that sprung to mind. As an idol, Nicholas didn’t get much time like this to himself, so when he did, he wanted to spend every second with you. It was nice to be outside in the fresh air, with the gentle ripple of the water flowing, colourful flowers blooming and nature thriving. This setting was lush, and the afternoon sun beamed down to highlight the beauty. 

You leaned forward into a crawl to grab a strawberry from the far side of the blanket, stretching your arm to grab one. Your dress was shorter than you realised, exposing a glimpse of your underwear to Nico’s wild eyes. It was second-nature for Nicholas to lick his lips hungrily, noticing how the pink cotton of your panties was soaked. He stealthily grabbed his camera, capturing a picture of his mouth-watering sight. You heard the click of the camera, knowing that Nicholas was up to no good. “Yixiang!” you tried to assert sternness and scold him, but Nicholas just laughed and reached over to place a light tap on your ass. 

“Just appreciating the nice view!” he insisted, trying to hold back his laughter, feeling proud of himself. 

Tutting at your boyfriend’s cheekiness, you settled back onto your knees, eating the strawberry happily. “These are so good!” you exclaimed excitedly, “Super sweet. I bet they would be even nicer with cream.” 

“I bet they will,” Nicholas replied, his mind ticking as a small smile spread on his face. He loved to see the joy erupt on your beautiful face when you were eating something you loved. 

“Do we have some back at the cottage?” you asked.

“Something like that,” Nicholas replied, giving zero context but delivering his vagueness with a smile. You nodded with your eyes narrowed playfully, taking a bite of the strawberry as you wondered what he was up to.

Aware that Nicholas was analysing your every move, you shyly ate the rest of the berry, and finished with a small, satisfied sigh. You were feeling tired after all the eating and prior walking, Nico noticing and guiding your body to rest back into his chest, caressing your hand.

“Look at the clouds, Nico,” you pulled his arm up with yours to motion and point towards one of the clouds cruising by in the sky, “It’s shaped like a kitty!”

Nicholas gazed up, eyes squinting as he tilted his head, “Is it?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed excitedly, “Those are the little pointy ears, rounded face and tail – can you see?”

“Oh yeah, that’s so cool, princess – good spot!” Nicholas held you closer; his eyebrows secretly furrowed with a confused edge to his voice. You looked up at him instantly, and his expression could not be disguised; what he was feeling would always show on his face. 

“Yixiang,” you gave him a jokingly stern stare, “You’re looking in the complete wrong direction. You don’t see the cat, do you?”

“Not at all,” he admitted with a chuckle, “I just didn’t want to disappoint you. The look on your face was so precious.” 

“Don’t be silly,” you stretched up to kiss the tip of his nose, which he scrunched up with a grin, “I could never be disappointed when I have my absolute favourite kitty here with me, not in the clouds.”

The cloud gazing continued for a while, the both of you using this quiet time to relax. Nicholas held you closer, smoothing your stomach comfortingly as he watched you admiring the clouds passing by in the vibrant blue sky. He wasn’t fazed by the array of story-telling clouds when he had the most captivating sight resting in his embrace. 

You barely even noticed as his hand began edging further down your stomach, Nicholas playing mindlessly with the hem of your dress. At first, you thought it was just innocent; Nicholas appreciated touch and would always find a way to hold onto you, often by your clothes. Then, his curious touch trailed underneath your dress, and it became clear that innocence was not in his vocabulary. 

Your heart immediately began thumping with rapidness in your chest, adrenaline coursing as his hand went gliding down the smoothness of your thigh, resting over your soaked panties. Nicholas knew you were worked up, and had been ever since this morning, and he was determined to make the most of it.

He trailed his fingers over your clothed cunt, starting to move them in perfect circular motions around your clit. The contact was barely there but exhilarated you anyway; you were desperate to feel his touch, excited at the thought of being able to finish what Nicholas had started that morning. You whined as he increased the pressure, feeling you jerk under his touch as your legs began to instinctively close. 

“What else do you see?” Nicholas prompted you to focus back on the clouds, holding your legs open as his fingers slid beneath the drenched cotton. Your body jumped at the direct contact, biting your lip and clenching your eyes shut. “You can’t see the clouds with your pretty eyes closed, Y/N,” Nicholas teased, and your eyes fluttered open, under his captivating spell. What he really meant was, ‘I want to see your eyes as I make you squirm’.

His rubbing motions were antagonising and slow, purposely targeting your aching clit with the most attention. You were so incredibly wet that Nicholas’ fingers were sliding with ease, and it only encouraged him more. Nicholas cupped his entire hand over your sensitive pussy and squeezed, the heat and pressure between your legs sensational as you gripped into his arm, nails digging into his skin. 

“You like what you see?” Nicholas bit back an amused smirk, grabbing your chin firmly and tilting your head to the clouds. 

“N-Nico…” you whimpered pathetically as he tilted your head further back to look at him, your eyes wide and needy. 

As soon as your eyes met his, Nicholas dipped a finger into your pussy, evoking a shaky moan from you. Your hole was dripping and greedy, desperately sucking him in and needing more, yet trying to push him out as another finger tried to ease in. “Relax, baby girl,” Nicholas cooed, stabilising you as you widened your legs, “That’s it, let gēge in.”  

He slowly retracted his finger and your pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness. You whimpered as Nicholas traced his fingers over the spread of your folds, gathering your arousal to increase the slickness of his fingers. Nicholas delicately traced the outline of your hole, teasing you with shallow dips inside of your entrance. After some teasing, Nicholas dove right back into your pussy, two rough fingers immediately settling deep inside of you. 

Nicholas steadily fingered you, taking his time as your clenching walls welcomed his deep, intentional strokes. His long fingers curled perfectly to stimulate your g-spot, the roughness of his knuckles dragging as he worked his magic between your legs. You could feel yourself burning up as the pleasure was building, and Nicholas noticed too in how you squeezed around his working fingers for more. 

Suddenly, Nicholas hauled you up onto him, fingers still deep inside of you. He slid from beneath you, positioning you gently to lay down on the blanket. Nicholas transitioned down, kissing your clothed stomach as he went. Hastily, he dipped under your dress, kissing up your bare thigh as his finger continued to pleasure you. He nipped at your velvet skin mischievously, making your thighs bounce and narrow in on his face. The warm press of his slicked lips was heavenly, and his hot breath intensified the way your skin tingled in anticipation. 

Nicholas wasted no time as he placed a light kiss to your throbbing clit, making you jolt and whine. He sucked at the material of your panties, the suction catching your folds in his salivating mouth as he slurped in delight. “Let’s get these off,” Nicholas grumbled, removing his fingers from your pussy and hooking your panties by the waistband. He pulled them down effortlessly, barely needing you to move a muscle; he was experienced in the art of getting you naked. Nicholas dropped them to the side, eagerly diving into his fully exposed meal. 

Your moans seamlessly mixed with the sound of nature as Nicholas ate you under the shade of the tree, but you were feeling hotter than ever. His tongue was tame in the most excruciatingly pleasurable way, maintaining a constant movement that was to die for as he flicked at your clit. The only time he paused was to temporarily lap at you entirely, ass to clit, collecting all your sweet juices to quench his insatiable thirst. 

You could feel your climax building as you gripped into the picnic blanket, back beginning to arch. Nicholas pushed and secured you down, keeping you still as he devoured you in delight. You were desperate to feel him and this orgasm, hands flying to grip into his soft, blonde mullet and hold him there. 

Nicholas knew you inside and out, and he knew how badly you needed to cum after being denied earlier. However, he also loved to see you cry in frustration and beg for him after the long, built-up desire and need to release. He also knew that you loved it too – his pretty little masochist – which was a good thing; Nicholas was not quite ready to let you cum, yet. 

He was devious, making you believe he was taking you to your peak, tongue and mouth working overtime to consume you entirely. However, his enthusiasm was purely for his own pleasure; he had zero intentions of letting you cum. Nicholas felt your thighs trembling either side of his face, and, coupled with your whines and breathlessness, knew you were about to orgasm. 

Rather abruptly, Nicholas detached from your glistening, swollen pussy, pulling away and out from under your dress. Despite your attempt to keep him there, he overpowered your grip with ease, licking his smirking lips as he proudly looked down at the mess he had made you. “Nicholas, that’s not funny!” you whinged in irritation, propping yourself up on your elbows in a huff. 

“Aww, is my baby angry?” Nicholas taunted with a mocking pout, and your cheeks were stained crimson in pure embarrassment and rage. 

“I hate you,” you sulked as Nicholas flashed his signature grin, hovering over your heated body and leaning to kiss you. You dodged his lips, head rapidly turning to the side in petty objection.

“I’ll remember that,” Nicholas’ voice was a low, sexy growl as he nipped at your ear, “Being mean might just get you punished.” 

“Whatever,” you fumed petulantly, going to grab your panties. Nicholas’ reflexes were superior, and he swiped them before you even had the chance. 

“I’ll keep these safe,” Nicholas appeared delighted by the way you were on the verge of exploding, tucking your panties securely in the pocket of his shorts. Your boyfriend was such a fucking tease. 

You shot up with a vexed little grumble that Nico found adorable, giving him the silent treatment for teasing you so badly. Much to Nicholas’ amusement, you struggled to hold your dress down to avoid being exposed as the breeze fought tirelessly to lift it up. 

“You ok, babe?” Nicholas’ eyes were shining as he forced back a chuckle.

“Shut up, Wang Yixiang!” you shot him a glare with your lips pouted, and he knew you were annoyed since you full-government-named him. 

“Does princess need a nap?” he continued to mock and tease, and you shoved him lightly as you turned with your arms crossed, “Giving me the silent treatment now, huh?”

“Yes,” you snapped, temper short.

“That wasn’t silent,” Nicholas replied, and you squealed in frustration and began packing everything up into the basket in a huff. He helped you whilst holding back a fit of laughter, smoothing your hand lovingly to let you know he was just joking around. Regardless, you were still extremely annoyed and even more unfulfilled. 

Once you had everything packed up, the two of you set off walking again, and you eventually allowed Nicholas to link his hand with yours again. You walked for a while, Nicholas helping to hold down your dress whenever the wind blew strong, despite doing it with a mischievous grin of satisfaction. Before heading back, Nicholas suggested stopping by a small cosy café for a light dinner. Truthfully, he just didn’t feel like burning any more food today. 

After enjoying your delicious food and fresh-brewed herbal teas, and Nicholas tasting most of the menu for ‘good measure’, you made your way back to the cottage as the evening drew near. It had been a fun, relaxing day exploring the beautiful landscapes of the countryside, but you were exhausted now, excited to shower and settle down in bed. You could only hope that Nicholas was going to be on his best behaviour. You were doubtful. 

Heading upstairs together, Nicholas insisted that you go first and you both knew exactly why. His eyes were greedy, not missing a single movement of your dress lifting  to show nothing underneath. Nicholas slapped your bare ass playfully, licking his lips as he noticed you were still extremely wet. You jumped at the contact, holding your dress down and scurrying up the stairs faster as Nico laughed. 

You entered the bedroom, heading to sort out your hair and remove the bows. Nicholas noticed that you were struggling as it got caught in your hair. He carefully helped untie the ribbons from your hair, attentive to ensure he wasn’t hurting you, and  placed them on the bedside table with a smile. You blushed as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, massaging you gently to relieve the pressure of where some of your hair had been tied up in ribbons all day. 

Nicholas let you get your pyjamas ready as he disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard the shower turn on. You assumed he was just going to shower alone; it was a very small shower, which you realised upon arriving yesterday evening. Plus, being in such a proximity to Nico would almost guarantee teasing, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. 

“Showers ready, c’mon,” Nicholas startled you from your thoughts, standing leaning against the doorway, fully naked with a smirk to taunt you. Your eyes drifted down, despite trying to fight it, and the sight of his bare body in all its glory made you weak. You didn’t even bother to argue, making your way to him and avoiding eye contact. He knew he had you so nervous and he loved it. 

Nicholas held your hand and pulled you into the bathroom, handling you tenderly as he began pulling your dress up and off your body. You were both naked now, and his eyes admired every inch of your body like it was the first time, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you blushed. He motioned for you to enter the shower first, following immediately behind to encase you in.

His body was directly pressed up against yours, hand resting on the small of your back, and you could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against your stomach as you breathed shakily. “Why so nervous, bǎobèi?” Nicholas’ hushed mandarin was heavenly, “We’re only showering.”

“I just-” you began but couldn’t find the words, swallowing the lump in your throat as his hands began to trail down your waist and smooth over your hips. 

“Shhh,” Nicholas placed a finger over your quivering lips with a smirk, “let me take care of you.” Nicholas grabbed the sponge and lathered it up with soap and began washing over your skin with care. 

His touch was tantalising and intentional, fingers grazing all the sensitive parts of you as he moved the sponge over your body. You relaxed under his touch, gazing up at him with love-shaped eyes. The silence only intensified the sexual tension, and all that could be heard were his heavy breaths of admiration, the beat of your heart in overdrive, and the warm water spraying down.

Nicholas transitioned to washing himself, a devilish look in his lidded brown eyes. He knew he had your attention and watched as your eyes followed every movement of the sponge across his body, your legs squeezing together. Gulping, you didn’t even realise that your lips had parted when he began washing his groin, holding his cock loosely as he cleaned his balls. His tip was resting on your stomach, and the entire sight was making you dizzy. 

You slowly reached out to touch him, scared that he was going to tease you again. Nico smirked as your thumb lightly caressed the head of his cock, and you let out a shaky moan of desperation. Your body was aching and heavy, craving him in all ways possible and the orgasms he brought you too. You worked up the courage to move your hand further down his shaft, the veins prominent as he hardened. “All done,” Nicholas announced without warning, reaching over to turn the water off and stop you in your tracks. 

Beyond irritated now, you squeezed by his wet body and through the gap, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel that Nicholas had laid out for you. You wrapped it around your shivering body, turning to face away as Nicholas followed you out. He wrapped his own towel around his waist loosely, pressing up behind you and placing a series of kisses on your neck, savouring the taste of your skin. You pretended to be unfazed, but your legs were trembling and thighs slick, and not from the shower. 

“I can’t wait for bed,” Nicholas sighed into your skin, hugging you from behind, “I’ll get dressed and then go grab some snacks from downstairs. We can watch a movie, yeah?” 

“Hmm,” you nodded, not in the mood to talk. 

“Aww, princess,” Nicholas placed a final kiss to your cheek, “I’ll make sure it’s an unforgettable watch.” He pulled away, squeezing your hand and heading into the bedroom. You did your skincare whilst moping, glancing to the bedroom to see Nicholas putting his boxers and pyjama pants on. When he looked back at you, you quickly averted your eyes to the mirror in front of you, pretending not to care. You could tell that he was smirking to himself, and it made you redder. 

When you heard him go downstairs, you entered the bedroom to get dressed in your pink pyjama set. You weren’t avoiding him, but you needed a few moments to yourself to calm down. Nicholas had been teasing you for the entirety of the day, getting off on your desperation and denying you many orgasms. It made you angry; you desperately needed to cum for him, but he was having too much fun knowing he had the control. You were even angrier that deep down, you were secretly enjoying the torture just as much. 

“I’m back,” Nicholas announced, and you swivelled to look at him. He was carrying a bowl of strawberries only, which was odd; he may have been the strawberry cat, but he didn’t really enjoy eating just plain strawberries on their own. Perhaps, he wasn’t hungry and only brought them for you? 

Nicholas placed the bowl on the dresser and settled into the cosiness of the armchair next to it, placed strategically opposite the centre of the made-up bed. You wondered what he was up to; he leaned back cooly, chin resting on the ledge of his large hand as he gazed at you, deep in mischievous thought.

Nicholas glossed over his lips with the smooth glide of his darting tongue, analysing how the baby-pink, sheer material of your nightwear flowed like the purest water over the innate glow of your skin. The matching shorts were cute, tiny and frustrating to Nicholas, showcasing the ravishing feast he possessed a bottomless appetite for. 

“You look so pretty in those pyjamas, baby,” Nicholas complimented with darkening eyes, and you smiled sheepishly with a soft blush, “Take them off.” The abruptness of his demand caught you off guard, making your heart skip a beat at the sudden shift in his demeanour.  

“What?” you were stunned, your stomach raging with nervous butterflies.

“You heard me,” Nicholas reiterated with a sternness, “Get undressed for me. Slowly.” 

“But I only just put them on…that’s not fair, Nico,” you replied bashfully, eyes innocent and wide, like you were his whiny little kitten. You were. 

“And now you’re going to take them off.” 

“You can’t make me,” you crossed your arms playfully, and his jaw tightened. 

“I won’t tell you again,” his growl was almost inhumane, the chill in Nicholas’ voice frightening in the most sensual way possible, “Quit acting like you’re not dripping for this cock like a little slut. Strip, now.”

He was right. You could be a brat, but it wasn’t going to shift the narrative this time. Nicholas wasn’t taking no for an answer, and the assertiveness in the delivery of his command was undeniably thrilling. The blush intensified and creeped from the apples of your cheeks to the very tips of your ears as his attention remained fixated on your every move. 

You moved to stand directly in front of Nicholas, to which he gave a hum of approval, hungrily engrossed by his beautiful prey. His keenness made you nervous, but never in a bad way; he looked like he wanted nothing more than to consume you entirely. Your trembling fingers gripped at the delicate mesh, which was adorned with pretty hearts for him, and you began lifting the top higher on your torso. You stifled back a whine as the cool air hit your bare chest, nipples hardening in an instance. 

Nicholas noticed immediately, biting his lip with a groan as his grip tightened on the arms of the chair. He was getting harder with every inch of your body being revealed, the obvious bulge tenting in his pants. You took your time as you pulled the top fully over your head, dropping it to the floor as you finally exposed your entire chest to his delighted eyes. 

Nicholas didn’t break the silence, motioning for you to continue as he began palming at himself for some relief, so affected by you. Your hands were trembling as your fingers slid under your waistband, gripping tighter as Nicholas held your stare in anticipation. He nodded with his eyes lidded, watching as you edged your shorts lower down your hips. 

You could already feel the wetness building between your legs, and you tried to discreetly squeeze your thighs together with a whimper. You both knew he could reduce you to such a desperate state, but this was embarrassingly hasty, untouched at that. The shorts fell to the floor, and you didn’t dare move to step out of them. Your entire body ached with desire, and the way Nicholas was staring had you feeling like a deer in headlights. 

“My good girl,” Nicholas hummed in approval as you stood fully naked before him, feeling shyer than ever before, “Fuck, you’re breathtaking.” He continued to drink in the sight of your entire body lustfully, mirroring your exposure and pulling his own pants down. 

A small throaty gasp fell from his lips at his own touch, the thin layer of his boxers useless against the sensitivity of his throbbing cock. You noticed a wet patch soaking through the material, where his cock was leaking pre-cum desperately, and you were just as worked up at the sight of him. 

“N-Nico…please, do something,” you begged pathetically, not daring to move; you knew he was in full control. 

“Get on the bed,” he simply responded, voice low.  

“Why?” you questioned him, wondering where he was going with this. 

“Do you not know how to follow simple instructions? I said get on the bed,” Nicholas repeated firmly with a slight meanness that made you hornier, “Now, princess.” Your shaky knees sank down into the softness of the mattress, and you began crawling shyly towards the headboard whilst glancing back at him. His poker face was unreadable, but the devious glint in his narrowed eyes was telling – Nicholas was in the mood to play with his food. 

You reached the pillows, turning around to face him properly as you settled on your knees. Nicholas’ tongue poked out the corner of his mouth, pondering how he wanted you. “Lay down on the pillows, baby.” 

Following his orders, you leant back into the voluminous plush of the many pillows, keeping your knees pressed together to hide what minimal modesty you still possessed. Nicholas loved every part of you, and didn’t hesitate to remind you constantly each day, but you were anxious under his strong stare. “Comfortable?” Nicholas checked, and you gave him a small nod.

“Yes…” you affirmed, your voice trailing off as he flashed a devilish smirk, giving you a single nod. 

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. Your heart stopped beating entirely at his words, lips quivering in nervous anticipation. 

“W-What?” you choked out in disbelief. Your arms folded defensively across your bare chest, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever. Nicholas wanted you to masturbate in front of him. 

“Spread those gorgeous fucking legs and touch yourself for me.”

“Nico I -” you stuttered, and you were certain your entire body was flushed crimson. You had never done such a thing in his presence before; Nicholas always prioritised your pleasure, but he loved to be the one bringing you to those orgasms. Giving was his favourite thing to do, but now, he wanted to sit back and watch you pleasure yourself. 

“Now.” 

The growl in his order was final, and so was your desperate gulp of courage. You slowly parted your legs, hand sliding over your tensed body as the other gripped into the sheets. Hesitantly, your fingers brushed down your pelvis with a barely-there pressure, getting closer to where Nicholas’ eyes had locked.

Nicholas revelled in the way your inner thighs glistened in a premature abundance of your own arousal for him, his mouth drooling like a man deprived of water. You were overwhelmed with embarrassment, which, rather sadistically, turned you both on even more. 

Your hand was jittery as you now hovered over your dripping centre, feeling the intense heat radiate from within. This felt like you were being thrown to the lions, and your body reacted as such. The thump of your heart solidified in your bare chest and drops of sweat beaded on your temples; breaths ragged in a futile attempt to feign composure. There was no evading what was about to unfold, because you would do anything Nicholas asked. You were his.

Your eyes closed in the moment of finalisation, slowly dragging your middle finger through the wetness slicking your folds. The light contact was almost too heavenly for how little you were touching yourself, but you were so worked up in Nicholas’ presence that you couldn’t help it.

You circled your aching clit cautiously, biting your lip to suppress a pathetic whine. Your walls clenched around nothing as you edged closer to your clit, gentle shocks of pleasure beginning to ripple through your lower body. Nicholas noted your every move, sensing through your body language that you were feeling out of your comfort zone. 

“Look at me,” he instructed sternly, and you immediately met his gaze with nervous eyes. “You’re ok, baby - I love you. Take your time,” Nicholas’ tone softened momentarily to offer you reassurance, and his comfort simmered all your worries. His words were like permission to let yourself go, and a wave of determination washed over your burning skin. 

With your eyes locking to his, you increased the pressure and allowed your middle and index finger to massage your clit directly. You built up a steady pace, muscles relaxing as you began moving your hips in rhythm with your determined fingers. 

Nicholas watched enthusiastically, engrossed in a trance, unable to tear his eyes away; no show or movie was comparable to the way he felt when he watched you. You were his favourite. He had pulled his twitching cock from the restraint of his boxers, stroking at himself with his right hand.

His left hand reached for a strawberry from the bowl he had fetched from the kitchen, bringing the sweet goodness to his lips and taking a bite. The sight of Nicholas touching himself whilst eating the strawberry was alluring, and you had never wanted to be a strawberry more than this moment in time. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Nicholas’ voice rumbled low, licking the juice from his strawberry-stained lips. 

Your sweet moans chorused through the air, thick with insatiable desire, as you began to move your fingers faster with more intention now, the building sensation tingling pleasantly. You groped at your tender breasts as you became breathless, legs widening absentmindedly as you got closer to orgasm. “N-Nico, I…” you whined, head tilting back into the pillows as your thighs trembled. 

Nicholas, realising you were close, rose from the chair, stepping out of his boxers as he moved to the end of the bed. He placed the bowl of strawberries on the mattress, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to jerk off at this closer proximity. You were so close now, but Nicholas had other plans. “I don’t think so, princess.”

Before you could even register it, Nicholas lunged forward and secured his hand tightly around your ankle. He pulled your docile frame like you were weightless, bringing you to the edge of the bed with him. Nicholas gripped your wrist and hauled you up onto your knees, manhandling you rather roughly as you whimpered in pleasure. 

You let Nicholas pull your hand to his mouth, his lips sealing around your essence as he sucked your fingers clean. His groan of satisfaction was beyond hot, and you had to squeeze your thighs together hard for some relief after he suddenly halted your climax. Again. You went to touch yourself to not lose the build-up, but Nicholas’ reflexes were fast and he grabbed your wrist to deny your attempt. 

“Open,” Nicholas ordered with abruptness, and you nodded obediently. Your mouth opened wide, tongue outstretched and pointed ready for him. Nicholas guided his cock to your face, tracing along your jaw with a slowness that was painful. His raging red tip dragged to your mouth, his seeping pre-cum outlining your lips teasingly. You tasted the faintly sweet and salty liquid creeping down into your open mouth, desperate for more than just these traces of him. 

Nicholas smirked down at you as you tried to edge forward for more. His hand raked into your hair harshly, tilting you slightly back to look up at him easier. “My little slut, aching to be used,” Nicholas chuckled low, slapping his cock on your tongue hard. You nodded as he repeatedly bounced his rock-hard length against the salivating flesh of your tongue, gripping into your roots tighter. 

“My greedy girl wants even more, mmh?” Nicholas began sliding his cock back and forth, but not fully inside of your mouth yet.  

“Please,” you whimpered unintelligibly, eyes wide and needy.

“Thought so,” Nicholas growled, spitting down into your mouth. His saliva landed directly on his cock, and you couldn’t resist the urge to lick; you were desperate for a taste of him. Your tongue curved around his veiny length to collect his spit, and you swallowed hastily before he could tease you anymore. 

Suddenly, Nicholas shoved aggressively into the back of your throat, pressing your nose into his pelvis and holding you there as you gagged loudly. You choked on his cock, barely breathing as your entire body flooded with adrenaline, eyes already brimming with tears. “Breathe through your nose, baby,” Nicholas reminded you, smoothing under your eye with his thumb, “You’re ok.” 

Nicholas drew his hips back and immediately slammed back into your mouth, beginning to fuck your face mercilessly. The sounds echoing in the room were obscene; intensely slick gags and slapping skin, blended with your muffled whimpers and deep groans sounding from a pleased Nicholas. “That pretty mouth, so good for me,” Nicholas grunted, “Nice and warm for my cock only.” 

His praise encouraged you more as Nicholas pushed you to your limits, tears of pure ecstasy spilling from your eyes. You were slobbering all over his cock like you were starved, drool trailing down your chin to your neck, lips swollen and red. “You like when I fuck your throat, baby?” Nicholas snarled through his clenched teeth, “Gagging on me, my pathetic little slut.” 

“Mmmh,” you nodded whilst taking all of him, eyes blown wide – you were so cock drunk, no words could suffice even if you were capable. 

Nicholas somehow went even deeper, forcing your jaw open wider as he pushed his balls into your mouth too. You were so wrecked, throat loaded and indented by his cock, cheeks hollowed and stuffed full as his balls spilled out of your mouth with a constant stream of saliva. “You can take it all, fuck, choking on me,” Nicholas sounded more undone now, his voice on the verge of whimpering, “I’m so fucking close.” 

Your hands gripped onto his ass for support as he fucked erratically into your mouth, balls slapping against your face. You sucked harder, swirling your tongue over his sensitive tip each time you got the chance as his cock rammed down your raw throat. “Fuck! Y/N, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Nicholas choked out a desperate whimper as he reached his orgasm, his release beginning to shoot into the back of your throat before he could stop it. 

Nicholas quickly pulled back, a messy string of saliva and cum following as he finished jerking his cock over the bowl of strawberries, chest heaving and sweaty. His body convulsed uncontrollably as he became consumed by the orgasm, desperate little noises escaping his lips as he milked himself through it. You watched in fascination as thick ropes of his seed accumulated into a salty sweet glaze, covering the strawberries perfectly. 

His other hand gripped the underside of your jaw, guiding you to his face as he leaned down. Nicholas kissed you rather softly, a notable difference compared to what just occurred, planting a final kiss before biting your lip between his teeth and pulling away slightly. “Nicholas, that was…” your staggered breathing was heavy through your nose, mouth vacant and missing the absence of his cock. 

“Perfect,” he finished your sentence for you, affectionately nudging his nose against yours with a smile. Nicholas bit his own lip now as he appeared deep in thought, glancing down to the side of you. 

Nicholas reached down and picked the biggest strawberry in the bowl; juicy, vibrant and coated heavily with his release. He brought the strawberry to your mouth, letting his cum coat your lips as he lingered teasingly. Parting your lips with an innocent look, your teeth sank into the strawberry as Nicholas nodded with a smirk. You pulled away slightly, licking your lips as you began to chew the strawberry. “Eat it all up, all my cum - my fucking filthy girl,” Nicholas growled whilst watching in awe as you consumed him. 

You hummed happily in approval as the delightful mix of flavours exploded over your tastebuds. Your tongue darted out smoothly to lick the juice that dribbled past your lips, and Nicholas captured the opportunity now that your mouth was open. Nicholas closed the space between your faces and let his saliva drip down into your mouth, messily topping the exchange off with a kiss. You moaned into his lips, reluctantly swallowing his strawberry, cum and saliva mixture like it was the best thing you had ever tasted; the taste of Nicholas was heaven. 

“You’re so good for me, angel,” Nicholas hummed, skimming his lips along your jaw line, “Always doing exactly what she’s told.” Nicholas trailed the strawberry you bit down your neck, licking up the juice sensually with his tongue. His excitement could not be contained, and Nicholas couldn’t help kissing and biting aggressively like he wanted to consume you whole, starting with your neck. 

You gasped as Nicholas grabbed your throat securely in his single hand, taking a messy bite of the strawberry himself. Nicholas chewed the strawberry into a globular mixture, moving up and kissing into your mouth as you moaned at how hot he was. Your tongues were fighting passionately as he spit the strawberry into your mouth, connecting the two of you in a deep kiss. 

You whined into the warmness of his mouth, the strawberry, cum and saliva being exchanged back and forth in your sloppy, erotic kiss. “Swallow,” Nicholas commanded, and he kissed down to your throat to feel the gulp. He groaned into your throat, the vibrations on your skin making you whimper. 

The strawberry had dribbled down his chin and neck, and you didn’t want any of it to go to waste. You broke away from his grip, kissing his lips and beginning to lick down his face. Nicholas sighed in satisfaction, pulling you closer into him and rotating your positions, settling down onto his back with you straddled on top. 

Nicholas reached for another strawberry and guided it to your lips, letting you take a bite enthusiastically. He didn’t wait for you to chew, beginning to trail the strawberry all over his own body. Following along obediently, you began licking and cherishing his entire body. You started at his neck, giving him dainty love bites that you knew he was going to call cute later on, trailing down to his prominent collar bones. You couldn’t resist the urge to nibble as you planted small kisses along them, Nicholas sighing in satisfaction at the sensation. 

Licking down to his chest, you circled his nipples and grazed them with your teeth, sucking down lightly with a hum of bliss. Nicholas jolted slightly, hand gripped into your hair as he held you there. You moved across to his armpit, gently pushing his arm up for better access. Nicholas folded his arm above his head and watched you savour his underarms, groaning as you kissed and licked greedily, obsessed with the taste of his skin. It was only fair that you treated both sides equally, and you licked back across his chest to appreciate every inch of him. 

You couldn’t forget his beautiful scar, kissing down to his forearm softly and showing him how much you loved this part of him. Nicholas always insisted that it did not hurt, so it wasn’t necessary for you to be so cautious, but you were always so worried that you would accidentally cause him discomfort. Your tongue was gentle against him with a barely-there pressure, tracing the scarred skin with loving admiration. 

“My tiánxīn,” Nicholas followed your every move lovingly, watching as you kissed down his abs and to his stomach. You whined into his blazing skin, kissing down his neat trail of hair that led to your favourite treasure. The tip of your tongue traced his carved v-line, settling back at his semi-hard cock. You placed a kiss onto his flushed tip, going to take him in your mouth, until Nicholas stopped you with a smirk. 

“Oh, I don’t think so, princess,” his voice was impossibly low as he licked his lips, guiding you back up and flipping you over and underneath him. Your stomach tightened and heart thumped loudly as Nicholas reached over and rummaged in the bedside drawer, your eyes widening as he revealed a pair of handcuffs.

“N-Nico…” you whined, so turned on at the sight of the metal dangling from his large hands. 

“If I remember correctly,” Nicholas began smugly, “you said you hated me. That deserves a punishment.”

Nicholas trailed the cool metal up your stomach and to your breasts, holding the handcuffs in place over each of your hardened nipples and flicking them sharply. You whimpered at the striking pain, Nico squeezing your nipples with a harshness in response as your body jumped.

“Stay,” he commanded assertively and you froze, “Good girl.” Nicholas cuffed your wrists to the bed frame, the final click of the handcuffs making you squirm in anxious anticipation. After today’s events, you had a feeling that Nico was not going to play nice. You wondered what Nicholas was doing as he looked to the side momentarily, a lightbulb flashing in his head as a grin spread on his face. 

Leaning to the bedside table, Nicholas retrieved the ribbons that you wore previously in your hair and his digicam. You watched silently, eyes focused as he brought the pink ribbon towards your face. Nicholas reached above your head, tying the ribbon into a bow on the links of the handcuffs. He threaded the other ribbon around your neck, making a matching bow, but tying slightly looser; it was just for decoration, and he did not want it to hurt or make you uncomfortable. All Nicholas wanted was for you to feel the heaven you blessed him with, and more. 

Nicholas cheekily nipped at your ear as he parted, hard cock dragging over your body as he moved back to fully admire you before him. “Oh, my pretty baby girl,” Nicholas was in awe, eyes dark and lustful as you stared back at him innocently. “I need to take a picture of this to keep forever.”

Grabbing his camera, Nicholas snapped a few shots of you all prettily restrained and wide-eyed. Nicholas had to retake a couple of times as the camera dipped out of focus from him being preoccupied with thoughts of what he was going to do to you. To finish, he gripped and held your face as you sucked his finger, capturing the final shot with a groan. 

Nicholas tossed his camera onto the floor, instantly forgetting about it as he connected his lips with yours hungrily. You were moaning into the mess of his kiss, his tongue asserting dominance over yours as he fought to go deeper in your mouth. Two of his fingers plunged into you with no teasing or prep, making you arch with a whine into his kiss. “What do you need, baby?” Nicholas encouraged you to be vocal, knowing how shy you were in bed. 

“Anything,” your voice quivered at a high pitch as he increased the speed of his fingers, pushing his palm into your pussy and using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. 

“What would that be?” Nicholas pushed for an answer, curling his fingers roughly against your g-spot and making your body jerk. 

“Please, Nico, anything!” you pleaded, head spinning as the pleasure was building. 

“Say it,” Nicholas growled, spanking your pussy sharply, “tell me exactly what you want or I won’t let you cum.”

“I want you to eat my pussy and make me cum, fuck, Nico, please!” you cried uncontrollably, body on the verge of spasming as you were almost at your peak. Almost. 

Nicholas removed his fingers abruptly and moved down, pushing your legs open wide and positioning himself. He dived right in, devouring you like he was starved. His tongue flicked at your clit rapidly, sucking down hard on purpose to shock your sensitivity. Spreading your folds open, his eyes locked on your dripping centre and he went crazy. Nicholas slurped at every single drop of wetness, pushing his face right up into your pussy as he moved it side to side with speed.

His nose knocked at your clit as his tongue fucked your soaked hole, low grumbles vibrating against your pulsing pussy. Your thighs began to close around his face as you felt your body tensing and tingling, preparing for a long-awaited release. Nicholas growled into you, letting you think you had some control for a mere second, before digging his fingers into your thighs and pushing you back open. 

You let out a desperate whine of his name as he pulled away, chin soaked in your juices as he met your eyes with a cunning smirk. “P-please, Nico, please,’ you begged with a frustrated cry. You knew that you sounded pathetically weak, reduced to almost tears over not being allowed to cum, but you felt like you were about to explode, “I love you so much, just please, don’t stop.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Nico praised condescendingly, licking his glistening lips. He was just as eager to get back to it, attacking your clit with a new intensity. Nicholas wasn’t holding back, and ate you like you were his last meal, sound effects and all. 

It didn’t take long to bring you back to the edge of release, and Nicholas didn’t slow down this time. He stayed consistent, licking, flicking, sucking and biting every part of your pussy like he was famished. You tensed and fought against the cuffs as you felt yourself burning up with pleasure, muscles spasming hard as your chest heaved.

“Let go, baby - cum all over my face,” Nicholas finally allowed you to come undone for him, the euphoric sensation flooding your entire body as you screamed his name, thighs trembling around his face. The built up tension was hitting you all at once, head thrown back as you saw literal stars, the orgasm dizzying.

However, Nicholas did not pull away, nor did he ease the intensity. As you breathlessly whined through the aftershocks, Nicholas continued blissfully devouring your pulsating pussy, humming through your screams of pleasure. It made it worse that he was targeting your sensitive clit the most, each tongue flick, lick and suck making you cry out.

Your next orgasm quickly followed, despite you hardly having processed the first one. A barely human sound escaped your throat as you had your consecutive orgasm minutes later, your legs feeling like jelly as the pleasure rushed through your body once again. 

Not even your breathless cries could stop Nicholas, and he only spread you wider and pushed your thighs closer to your chest to angle you up. Nicholas smoothed your skin to calm you, tapping your thighs gently to show comfort. “You’re ok, baby,” he reassured softly over your clit, “but we’re not done.” 

The deep rumble of his voice on your clit was overwhelming, and your third orgasm struck with barely any effort needed. Your entire body convulsed under him, handcuffs rattling as you sobbed, overcome with pleasure, but he wasn’t done.

Nicholas remained relentless, never stopping or easing the level of intensity once. Your wrists were sore from tugging against the tight restraints, voice hoarse from tears and screams of ecstasy. You felt so incredibly good, that you were fully convinced you had been transported to a place higher than heaven. 

You were so overstimulated and wrecked, pussy hypersensitive and swollen from Nicholas’ undivided attention. Nicholas attacked your clit, determined to punish you with the most excruciating pleasure. “I c-can’t…” you sobbed, “I can’t take it.”

“Oh, but you can,” Nicholas growled into you, biting at your clit and following with a kiss. Your hips bucked up in response, trying to push his face deeper into your pussy, despite the overstimulation he was subjecting you too. You were addicted to him. 

“N-Nico stop!” you shrieked desperately, an unfamiliar feeling burning in your abdomen. The pressure building up was new, and your entire pussy was throbbing ferociously, every part tingling and raw. 

“Fuck me, you’re a mess,” Nicholas snarled into your folds with a smirk, introducing two of his fingers again. Nicholas drunk on your pussy, and you weren’t sure you would ever be able to get him off. He fingered you hard, simultaneously licking and sucking at your clit. The sounds escaping your mouth did not sound human anymore, and tears were streaming down your face as your body trembled vigorously. 

The sight of him feasting unforgivingly like a ravenous wolf between your legs was your limit, and your body submitted to him fully. “YIXIANG!” you screamed his name as your body arched from the sweat-soaked blaze of the sheets, world spinning as you lost all control and rationality. 

On cue, a built-up gush of clear liquid uncontrollably expelled from your body, squirting all over Nicholas as he secured you down with a firm press on your lower stomach. Nicholas didn’t pull away, drenching himself in your release as he continued to eat you through it in awe, slurping every last drop like he was parched. 

Your body was violently convulsing under him, laid defeated after the series of intense orgasms, chest heaving erratically as your world spun. Whimpering through the ongoing orgasm, you melted into a pool of bliss, made up of a mosaic of him. The pleasure had winded you, and you were slowly trying to catch your breath as your muscles relaxed, heart thumping under your sweat-shining chest as your eyes lolled. 

“I’m s-sorry…” you managed to choke out, eyes clenched shut in embarrassment; you had never squirted before and didn’t even know you were able to. Nicholas pulled away reluctantly, placing a final kiss to your pussy like it was his temple. 

“Bǎobèi,” Nicholas chuckled warmly, “Look at me, please.” You did as he asked, eyes fluttering open to glimpse down at him. You burned up more as you saw how soaked Nicholas was, your juices running down his neck as his entire face glistened. Nicholas glossed over his lips with his tongue, collecting your release with a satisfied hum of approval. Your body went limp against the cuffs at the sight, numb with pleasure; he really did enjoy it. 

“It’s ok?” your voice was tired and small as you looked into his eyes nervously for any hint of doubt. 

“Baby girl,” Nicholas was firm, smoothing your shaking knees to comfort you, “squirting on my face is something you can do 24/7, if you would like. You’re delicious.”

You blushed deeper at his response and keenness to taste all of you, Nicholas chuckling at how shy you were.  Your thighs were still trembling and wet as he anchored his body between them, kissing up your body and to your breasts. His teeth grazed over your hardened nipples deviously, nipping at your sensitive skin to make you whimper. It was painful in the most pleasurable way possible, and the feeling only intensified knowing that you could not do anything but whine in response to his desires. 

Nicholas reached down and coated his fingers in the traces of your cum, lifting from your nipple to suck his fingers clean. He groaned at your taste, kissing up your chest and to your mouth. With dark eyes, Nicholas eased his fingers into your mouth as you gasped, shoving them deeper into your throat. You gagged on his fingers, moaning into him as he kissed the underside of your jaw with a groan. “Let’s get these cuffs off, hmm?” Nicholas suggested, and you nodded repeatedly with teary eyes.

You gasped for air as Nicholas removed his fingers from your mouth and reached for the key, freeing you from the handcuffs. Your hands instantly grabbed onto his arm and squeezed, whimpering as you could finally touch him. “Did baby girl miss touching bàba?” Nicholas purred, enjoying how you needily clung to him. 

“So much,” you admitted with a whimper as Nicholas closed the space between you. 

“That’s good,” Nicholas whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe, “because I missed being touched by you too.” You whined at his response, hands flying into the perfect mess of his hair as he began kissing and sucking down on your neck. You tugged at his hair as he prettily decorated your skin with hickeys, biting down to elicit moans that made you pull him closer into your exposed neck. 

You could feel his rock-hard cock pressing into you, pre-cum leaking onto your stomach and he groaned. His lips trailed to yours, kissing you deeply as you sealed your hand around his cock, making Nicholas jolt slightly at the contact. “Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” Nicholas spoke into the kiss, your teeth biting his lip as he pulled away, “now.”

Nicholas manhandled your tired body roughly, flipping you onto your stomach and arching you into doggy for him. You felt a harsh slap to your ass as he pulled you up into him, a yelp escaping from your mouth at the stinging sensation. The weight of his body comfortably pressed against you as Nicholas gripped your hips hard, locking you in position. He licked up your spine sensually, teeth grazing and leaving raised bumps where he couldn’t resist scraping his teeth. Nicholas reached your neck, painfully hard and worked up, nuzzling his nose into your skin and inhaling deeply. “Mine,” he growled, slamming into you with no warning. 

You yelped and gripped into the sheets at the sudden stretch, Nicholas giving you no time to adjust as his hips began snapping into you with a punishing rhythm. His thrusts were brutal yet heavenly, sinking all the way in and back out, with a lightning speed that had you screaming. The sound of slick skin slapping was rampant and the way his balls would occasionally brush against your sensitive clit was breathtakingly good. 

Nicholas drove one of his hands to grip harshly into your hair by the roots, pulling hard as his other hand squeezed your ass cheek, slapping even harder. The dual pain was dizzying, pleasure rippling through your body with every tug and strike. “Whose pussy is it, huh?” Nicholas asked, and you whimpered as your skin burned, head tilted back from his harsh fist secured in your hair. 

“Y-yours, f-fuck, Weno-” you could barely speak, so overwhelmed as he pounded into you.

Your body jolted as Nicholas landed a swift smack to your ass, your skin stinging instantly and throbbing in pain. “I said,” Nicholas spat through gritted teeth, “whose fucking pussy is it?”

“Yours, Weno!” you moaned with a sob into the sheets, “All yours.”

“That’s right,” Nicholas praised, purposefully overwhelming you; he loved to see you pushed to your limits, reduced to his pretty little mess, “Weno’s pussy, good girl.” The speed and angle at which he drilled into you was sensational, your stretched walls gripping him tightly for more as you cried. Nicholas reached down and laced his fingers with yours to hold your hand sweetly, squeezing to comfort you as he destroyed you. 

“You’re doing so well for me, princess,” Nicholas interrupted your chorus of sweet whines for him. He pulled both of your arms behind your back, hand clasped over your wrists effortlessly. His other hand was gripping the underside of your throat to choke you; thumb shoved in the gasp of your whiny mouth. He continued fucking you mercilessly, his hand transitioning to cover your mouth and muffle your moans and whimpering, your breathing desperate and ragged. 

Nicholas suddenly hauled you up by your neck and into his body, so you were both upright, holding you securely against his chest as he thrust up into you. His lips found your neck, planting open mouthed kisses all over the bruises blooming from his passionate hickeys. His warm breath was like fire to your skin, sending a tingling sensation down your spine in addition to the pleasure. Your arm snaked up and around the back of his neck, gripping into his hair and pulling his face closer into your neck. Nicholas loved that, adopting vampire tendencies as he began to bite at your neck greedily to mark you even more, thrusting harder and trying to kiss round to the front of your face, in a state of neediness.

“Fuck, I need to see those eyes,” Nicholas groaned, desperate to see your face as he fucked you. Nicholas, still inside of you, flipped your body and lowered you down onto the pillow, caging you into missionary. His forearms rested either side of your head, body close to yours as he continued rolling his hips into you, grunting in your ear as you clung to his hair. 

Nicholas increased the intensity, pushing you into a deep mating press that had you screaming in pleasure. He was buried inside of you, his tip brushing your g-spot with every thrust and pressing into your cervix sharply. Your nails raked his back for some relief, Nicholas growling in response. The pain was dizzying in a euphoric way, your entire body surrendering to Nicholas. This was your favourite position, but always the most overwhelming one; you felt so vulnerable and full, but that is what made it so breathtakingly perfect. 

Tears were falling from your eyes, so in love with him and numb with pleasure as you knew your release would be any second now. Nicholas captured each tear in a sweet kiss, thrusting harder into you with more intention now.

His pelvis rubbed against your clit with every thrust, stimulating sharp pangs of pleasure that made your eyes roll back. Your grip in his hair tightened to the point it probably hurt him, but he didn’t mind; he knew it grounded you to hold on and feel him, and he wanted you to be the most comfortable when you orgasmed. 

“I’m so close, baby girl,” Nicholas spoke low, a whimpering edge to his voice, “gonna fill you up with my cum, give you all my babies. Breed the fuck out of you.”

His breeding talk tipped you over the edge, as he anticipated, and you cried into him, holding him close. You arched into his chest with a scream of his name, your orgasm overwhelming you as he kissed you through it, his own release threatening. You couldn’t help clenching around him as your muscles spasmed, enveloping his sensitive cock in the tight warmth of your pussy. 

Nicholas barely lasted two more thrusts before his own orgasm consumed him, slamming deep inside as his huge load emptied into you. You watched in awe as his face scrunched up and eyes clenched shut, turbulent whimpers escaping from the back of his throat as his body spasmed through the orgasm.

His thick seed coated your walls, and Nicholas ensured he plugged it in by remaining there until his cock softened, using the time to catch his breath and regain composure. He pulled out hesitantly, watching the excess of cum drip from your hole, oozing down your thigh. “Look at that,” Nicholas licked his lips, moving his face down between your legs, “I fucking love to creampie my girl.”

You didn’t expect Nicholas to lean in and lick your entire pussy, collecting the mixture of his and your cum in his salivating mouth. You watched in fascination as he made his way up to your lips, your mouth opening instantly to accommodate his passionate kiss. Nicholas transferred the cum into your mouth, tastebuds savouring your blended taste that coated your tongues. You swallowed the cum blissfully, licking Nico’s lips whenever you got the chance to in his dominant kiss. The kiss was sloppy and full of love, and you didn’t even wish to pull away for the air your tired lungs so desperately craved. 

His fingers moved down to your pussy as he kissed you, lightly teasing your clit before dipping into your dripping hole. Nicholas steadily fingered the remaining cum deep inside of you, keeping a relaxing speed that was soothing to your spent, sore body.

“Putting my cum deep inside my pretty princess,” Nicholas spoke softly and you nodded, “Giving you all bába’s babies, that’s right.” You smiled with your eyes dozing, imagining your future where that blessing would come true. Nicholas would be the perfect father when the time came.

“I love you so much, Yixi,” your voice was barely a whisper into his lips, hands resting on the small of his back to keep him as close as possible forever. 

“I love you even more, Y/N,” Nicholas kissed you sweetly, “You were such a good girl today. I hope you felt amazing when I finally let you cum.’ Nicholas joked lightly, and you gave a weak giggle.

“It was perfect,” you reassured with a small yawn, “Best anniversary ever.”

You laid in ruin beneath the protruding heave of his sweaty chest, head spinning in remarkable ecstasy. Your lips were puffy, bitten ruby and raw from the way his piercing teeth dominated his passionate kisses of devotion, but marked with his undeniable love.

The noise faded to him entirely, tuning out the outside whispers of nature against the comforting melody of every deep breath Nicholas drew. You were the happiest girl on earth, and it was all because of some strawberries and Nicholas Wang.

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