#nicho

getting dragged around by nicho around the chrome hearts store was one of your favourite hobbies, especially with your love for the brand and fashion.

But today was specifically, utterly difficult because you could not focus on any of the new collection that dropped, or the placement of mannequins, or the colour coordinated arrangement of accessories which you always noticed and talked about.

all you could see were nicho's arms. it wasn't a new sight, you've seen him multiple times in tank tops and sleeveless clothes— even shirtless that one time your friend group decided to go to a waterpark, though you definitely remember not being normal about it.

nicho was now staring at a bunch of boxers that were arranged in a pattern at the store, trying to pick the best one among them. within a few minutes, he grabbed one of them and headed towards the trial room.

now that nicho's tones, tall and lean figure with exposed arms was out of your sight, you began to scan the store carefully. a minute or so had passed and you made yourself back to the trial rooms, plopping yourself down on the sofa that faced them.

just then, nicho stepped out with his grey sweatpants worn differently— in a way which you couldn't point out, but they were definitely lower. you could see the chrome hearts band peeking out of his pants, lining perfectly along the stretch of his sweatpants.

your mouth fell agape, the phone in your hands long forgotten as you clicked it off as soon as you saw him emerge from the trial room.

nicho shifted his attention to you, and back to his reflection in the mirror to check the clothing out, meanwhile you just stayed frozen in your place.

his perfectly sculpted arms, the beauty of the chrome hearts band around his waist— so fucking close to the edge of his pelvis and his- cock? of all the thighs, you didn't expect to notice the size of nicho, among everything.

you didn't know if he was hard or just that big but the outline of his cock was so clearly visible, it made you rub your thighs together, drool almost slipping out of your mouth.

right when you look up to his face, he's already staring at you. you notice the subtle smirk on his face as you clear your throat.

"yeah... yea it's good, buy it." nicho's smirk grows at your stuttering as he walks back into the trial room to change.

a few seconds later, you see his head peeking out from behind the trial room door. he gestures for you to come closer and you do. nicho leans out further, looking all around and to the sides and after he registers the absence of people, his palm wraps around your wrist and with a swift yank, he pulls you into the room, locking it within a jiffy.

his body is pressed against you as he cages you between himself and the very thin trial room walls. you can feel your heart drumming against your rib cage at the proximity.

nicholas was gorgeous. those sharp, deep eyes and his plump lips. the subtle eyebrow raise that he does when he knows. his hands slip under your shirt and rest at the curve of your hips, thumb caressing your soft exposed skin. the closeness of him made you almost whimper.

sexual tension between you and your best friend wasn't something new, but also always unintentional. this, this intentional, physically super close tension was so new to you, especially considering the fact that you were absolutely self aware of being attracted to your best friend.

nicho's eyes, oh those captivating eyes, travelled along your features— your round bunny eyes, soft cheeks now heavily dusted in crimson, slightly parted lips that held the scent of cherries within the shallow creases at the edges of them.

"you were staring, bunny." he states as a matter of fact, his low tone making you almost shiver, your brain still processing his touch on your waist. you could feel him press against you, your legs almost parting unconsciously.

you open your mouth to speak, to tell him that you weren't staring. that he was just too distracting like he always was. nicholas wang has always been an absolute distraction to you, ever since he walked into your classroom in high school.

his hand flies to your cheek, his big, big palms cupping your face effortlessly. nicholas inches closer.

"you were staring at my cock weren't you?" his breath fanned at the side of your neck, causing you to shudder against his lean, tall frame.

words wouldn't come out of your mouth as the weight of his presence felt way too heavy for you to handle. you found yourself melting into his touch and his essence, almost losing all sense of your actions.

your hands travel across his chest and move above to wrap around his neck to pull him closer, and just as your noses brush against eachother, your lips crash against his.

the kiss wasn't hungry, it was intimidating. slow but needy, like it was an indication towards an upcoming storm. nicho's hands wrapped around your waist fully now, pulling you in clooose while your fingers tangled with his pink hair.

the absolute physical closure made you moan into his mouth, the conscious of being in a public place leaving your mind as soon as you locked lips with him.

nicho's arms unwrap as he pushes you back against the wall, his lips still attached to yours, his head dipping to meet your height. his big, big palms press against your tits as he massages them— he sighs into your mouth when your hardened nipples grace against his skin through your shirt. he parts away from you, his hands reaching to the buckle of his belt, unbuckling swiftly.

through all this heated moments, the image of nicho's perfectly lined dick hasn't left your mind, especially not when it was rock hard beneath his boxers and straining against your heat while you made out. oh how big, long and delicious he looked.

so taking the clank of his belt to the floor as a cue, you sunk to your knees and pulled his boxers down hastily.

fuck. his cock went free, his tip deliciously glistening with precum already. nicholas sighed, his body shuddering as your feather light touches graced his thighs. you grabbed the base with your left hand, palming gently.

nicholas was absolutely losing it. he had wished for this for so long, he had wished to have you on your knees, your fingers wrapped around his cock and your doe eyes looking up at him waiting for him to fuck your face.

you loved the view. a thick vein ran along his cock, disappearing right at the base of the head, his pink top adorned with pearls of lre undi. you were salivating at the sight, your body almost giving up at how weak he made you. your lean forward, licking a long stripe along his vein, ignoring his tip. nicholas hisses at the feeling of your hot tongue pressed against him. you lean further in and nuzzle your right cheek against his thighs, straining your tongue to kitty lick his base.

nicholas, once again, loses his composure completely, at the sight of you acting like a fucking pup, all under his control and so needy for him.

"fuck, angel." he whispers.

your mouth continues to work on his cock, sucking and licking as you savour every inch of him. strings of curses leave his pretty lips, his brows knitted with pleasure and his head thrown back. you feel him trying his best to not buck his hips into you and fuck you stupid.

you take his length fully into your mouth, gagging around his head, your eyes rolling back as his tip hits the back of your throat. the groan that left his mouth sounded so sinful and so real. he tips his head down as his eyes meet yours.

you bat your eyelashes at him innocently as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting the edge of your lips to his tip.

licking your lips, you grab his hand and guide it to the top of your head, his fingers automatically threading through the luscious locks of your dark hair.

"fuck my face, nicho. do not hold back."

something unleashes within him. his eyes turn dark, his lips curve into a smirk as he grips your hair tighter.

"alright, angel. I'll give you all you want."

he grabs his cock, hollowing fist and jerking it thrice, letting it enter your mouth. your now plump, glistening lips wrap around his girth, your cheeks sinking in to suck him in desperately.

he picks up his pace, his grip on your hair tightening with every thrust. his tip hits the back of your throat, making you whine loud enough for others to hear. the fact that you could be heard very clearly didn't bother either of you anymore. all you could focus on finally getting to suck your best friend's cock, even better when he tasted so fucking delicious.

his breaths get heavier, followed by the grunts that erupt from the depth of his throat. nicholas was lost in the pleasure of your pretty, little mouth taking him in so damn well.

"fucking hell." he cursed as he looked at your cock drunk face, your body jerking due to the force of his hips slamming against your throat. saliva dripped down your chin, eyes teary and nose red with all the pleasure and strain his dick was giving you.

nicholas could feel his orgasm coming. his hips wrenched unevenly, his moans became whimpers and the grip on your hair loosened and tightened randomly as his thrusts faltered.

he grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock right into you, filling your mouth completely. the constant touch of your throat to his hip made him whimper helplessly, as his hips jerked, thick ropes of cum ejecting into your mouth.

"angel, you look so fucking pathetic. like my personal fucktoy. so damn pretty, taking all—hah— all of me." he threw his head back, the last drops of cum filling your mouth to the brim.

he pulls out, tapping the head of his cock against your cheek.

"swallow. yes that's right. goooodd girlll." he pats your head, smoothening the tangles of your hair caused by his hold on you. he leans down, wiping the remains of his cum on your lips with his thumb, instantly pushing it into your mouth, making you suck on it.

he tucks a bunch of hair strands behind your ear, making your fucked out face, and teary eyes more visible to him.

"such a pathetic girl." he leans in and kisses your eyelids, followed by pressing his lips against yours in a contrastingly sweet kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your skin.

"come on sweetheart" he gestures to you to follow him, zipping his pants up, his lips curving into a smirk. "don't want to get caught after the act, do we?"

you'd been eating a bit more just to distract yourself from your boyfriend's absence.

cooking and baking new recipes, buying new snacks and going out with friends for some comfort. 

you hadn't really taken notice of it until you were trying on some dresses, seeing how a bit of extra chub on your body was visible on some ends. 

in all honesty, it wasn't much but to you it was noticeable enough. 

you know that nicholas would never hate you, or degrade you. but there was still that voice in the back of your head. the one that makes you sit in front of the mirror for minutes into hours, making you question if you're even good enough for him. 

in your mind, nicholas is always working out, he's always in shape but what about you? yeah maybe he has the pressure of being an idol, but you’re an idols girlfriend. 

--

you got a text from nicho saying he'd just landed and he'll be at your place soon. 

you were beyond happy, it's been so long and factimes between you two weren't cutting it anymore. you were so excited that it felt like your mind temporarily numbed that little insecure corner of your brain. 

knock knock. 

"coming!!" you chirped out, rushing over towards the door. you didn't even need to ask if it was nicho. you just knew. 

as soon as you opened the door and he stepped in, he pulled your body against his, digging his face into your neck. 

"god, I missed you so much, y/n." was the first thing he told you, when you tried to step back to get a look at him, he pulled you right back in. "please...let's just stay like this for a bit." he pleaded, making it seem as though those two months away from you drained him, and you were his battery. 

soon enough, the two of you got settled in. you were working on a simple dinner while he went to take a shower. 

he came out, standing by the entrance of the kitchen watching you. 

you hadn't noticed him at first, too busy with the food. and it wasn't until you turned around for something when you saw him. startled at first, but you smiled. 

"hi, babe. just a few more minutes and we can sit down together." you were expecting to hear some sort of a response from behind you. something like an oh okay or alright, honey. but you got nothing. 

you thought he walked away at first, but when you turned to look for a second, you saw him in the same position. leaned against the kitchen entrance. 

and he was looking at you. but not looking at you. 

his eyes were trailing along your body. 

and that's when that unsettling feeling set in, that feeling where you just feel...unattractive. 

you also became aware of what you were wearing. it was a tight tank top and some tiny shorts. 

you didn't know exactly why he was staring at you, you just knew that he was. 

"baby..." he said quietly, walking towards you. when he reached you, he lifted your face up by your chin. "why do you look nervous?" his eyes traced your face, but couldn't help to sneak a look a bit below at times. 

"i-i'm not nervous. it's just," you sighed, "its nothing, nicho." 

if there was one thing that nicholas hated about you, it was definitely that you would tend to undermine yourself at times. 

and he could tell you were doing it now. 

he reached behind you, turning the stove off. leading your body to the side a bit, he hooked his hands under your thighs, and out of instinct you held onto his shoulders as he lifted you onto the counter. 

his hands rested atop your thighs, gliding them up and down in a soothing motion. 

"you know, when I first arrived here," he brought his head over to your neck, leaving kisses in between his words. "and I hugged you...I could almost tell something was different about you." he continued on, switching the opposite side of your neck now. you let out a sigh. 

"I shrugged it off though, because maybe I was thinking that since it's been a while. but fuck," he lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours. "when I saw you in here, in this outfit. I knew what it was." he never said the words out loud but you knew what he was talking about. 

his hands moved to hold onto your hips, a place that had been a victim of your slight weight gain. "and you look so fucking sexy." he practically groaned out the words, looking deep into your eyes before he smashed his lips against yours. 

you gave a small gasp, slightly stunned but soon enough you felt yourself melt into the kiss, lightly tugging on the hairs on the back of his neck. 

you felt his hands travel all over your body. going from your face to your arms to your waist, then your hips and thighs once again. it was like he was getting a feel for it all. it was all new to him. and god, did he love it. 

he thinks you're glowing, you look beautiful, and so the moment he saw you hide into yourself, he knew he couldn't hold his words back anymore. he couldn't hold back anymore.

he broke away from the kiss, tugging his shirt off doing the same with yours.

his eyes were glued to your chest, snaking an arm around you to unhook your bra.

god, and when it fell? he felt crazy. it'd been too long since he even touched you, and given how you look now...he doesn't think he'll last an hour with you.

the breath he let out was audible, and strained, you could practically feel his neediness radiating off him. and the sweats he was wearing did no job at hiding his hard on.

he had to have you bare before he did anything. he had to see you. he wanted to be able to kiss and touch down your body with no restrictions. and with that, he slid down your shorts and panties. leaving you completely bare for him.

he lifted you up, carrying and placing you down so you were laying back onto the kitchen tiles. the cold floors causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I just can't, i-i need you now, baby. I need you here." he felt the room get too hot, beginning to wonder why he had some of his own clothing still on.

it wasn't long before he lined himself up to your entrance. slowly inching inside you, he kept his hands on your hips, squeezing at them. his eyes never left your face, not until he bottomed out completely. kicking his head back with a long moan.

"you're so perfect, baby." he praised, "so fucking perfect."

you could feel him going faster, having you let out loud moans of his name.

he leaned his head down, latching his lips onto one of your nipples. he heard you whimper, moving his hips faster. "bigger for me now, hm?" he mumbled against your tit, he lifted his head, trailing kisses from your tits to your stomach now.

"fuck," he muttered, everything felt too much for him, “you’re so tight.” he moaned, “you didn’t play with yourself while i was gone?” he teased against your ear, biting the lobe gently. 

he didn't expect you to reply, so when you shook your head, saying how nothing felt like him, he felt a shudder go through his body. because, god he couldn't agree more. nothing felt like you either.

he would spend nights awake sexually frustrated because he just couldn't get off. tugging at his cock for what felt like hours, and he wanted to call you so bad but he was always afraid. afraid he’d be bothering you all because he couldn't keep it in his pants. 

“n-nicho,” you whimpered out. he knew you were close, he could feel you tighten around him over and over again. “i know, baby.” he reassured you, doing his best to keep his pace and rhythm up. 

“nicho,” you said, voice heavy, “a-are you wearing a condom?” 

his eyes widened, he’d been so caught up with you that he completely forgot to wear a fucking condom. 

“no…” he said, voiced laced with guilt and shame. “i’ll pull out, okay? don't worry your head baby.” he felt himself right at the edge. 

but fuck, you felt so warm and tight and soft and-

he didn't even trust himself to pull out anymore, everything was just too much. 

you laced your fingers in his hair, pulling his head down to above yours. “don’t nicho...god, i don’t care if you fucking knock me up. i just need you.” 

and how was he supposed to say no? he couldn't even bring up the thought of saying no to you. 

and when he finally cums, hips flush against yours, spilling his seed deep in you...he feels like he should’ve denied, should’ve said no but, fuck, he doesnt think he cares. he waited too long for this, for you.

he’s still panting into your neck long after you both finished, and you keep him there, playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

your heart aches a bit, realizing that over the last few weeks, he didn’t just miss you. but he missed everything that came with you. 

your hugs, your scent, your hands, your love. 

you could tell he wasn’t himself during sex, he seemed so much more touchy, more hasty and just more desperate. 

you feel him lift his head, rolling over so he's on his side facing you. 

“you’re so beautiful.” he pressed a feather light kiss on your cheek. “and i need you to know that nothing could change that. nothing could ever make me find you anything but.” he looks at you, placing a hand over your thigh, squeezing it. “would you hate me if i said that you look hotter this way?” he teased, biting his tongue. 

you raised an eyebrow, “so what, are you saying i wasn't hot before?” he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “i said hotter, meaning i always found you hot, babe.” 

you snuggled into him, smiling at his response. 

“do you realize we’re cuddling on the kitchen floor...?” 

"𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒."

you’ve lived in Crescent Ridge your whole life. it was a small, quiet town that stayed humid without reason. the kind of place where the gossip can spread faster than you can catch. nothing unusual ever happened until this night, the sky looked ugly. it was supposed to be a normal shift at the bar, sticky floors, drinks spilled, drunk men passed out the second they order another round. you were wiping down the counters when the storm rolled in unnaturally fast. wind and the darkness dancing like it was alive.

thats when the door swings open, and jake walks in.

not dramatically or like some kind of movie, but the room shifts anyway. he’s pale, as if he’d just stepped out of some old portrait. jaw sharp, blonde hair, soft lips, and light blue eyes with some kind of red sheen that only shows when the light hits just right. he doesn’t breathe, but you don’t notice at first. not until later. he takes a seat at the bar that’s been empty for months, the one no one sits in because they say its too cold. you try not to stare. you really try, but you fail anyway.

j: “rough night?”

his voice is so smooth, too calm. like he practiced it or something. you laughed nervously.

you: “you could say that.”

his eyes flick to your throat the second you turn your head. so quick you almost miss it; almost. and then:

the door slams open again, this time nicho rushing in. sweat on his forehead, chest rising like he’d been running for miles. wild energy radiating off of him, warm, intense. like he’s carrying summer under his skin. his eyes lock on jake first. they narrow, then he sees you behind the bar, and they soften instantly. 

n: “you okay?”

he asks like he’d asked a hundred times already. maybe he has.nicho’s been in town for a while, odd jobs, odd hours, odd everything. always around, always watching out for you in ways that didn’t make sense. jakes gaze shifts to him, and something cracks between them. something old, something violent. nicho steps closer to you, placing his hand lightly on your wrist. the warmth makes you gasp, and jake hears it. of course he does.

j: “didn’t realize she was… taken.”

jake murmurs, eyes never moving from nicho’s hand. nicho’s jaw flexes, his thumb brushes your pulse before he responds. 

n: “she not; but she’s not yours either.”

the lights flicker overhead, the storm outside starts to worsen. jake leans forward, elbows on the counter, watching you like a hawk.

j: “i came here for a reason.”

n: “i told you to stay the fuck out of this town.”

nicho snaps, low dangerous. you blink. you try to speak: 

you: “do you two… know each oth-”

jake answers, keeping his eyes on nicho.

j: “he’s a wolf.”

n: “he’s a vampire.”

you just freeze, because they both said that shit like it was normal. like its a movie, like its real, like it always has been real. the thunder outside cracks so loud the windows shake. jake finally directs his eyes back to you. something in his eyes is hungry, not in a way that scares you. but, in a way that feels like destiny leaning in.

j: “i didnt come here for him—”

he pauses, eyes flicking over at nicho before gliding back over to you.

j: “i came here for you.”

nicho immediately steps in front of you, voice nearly in a growl.

n: “over my dead body.”

jake smiles — patient, slow, sharp, knowing.

j: “that can be arranged.”

and thats when it hits you, nothing will ever be the same again. whether you know it or not, your normal life comes to a end. 

the storm didn’t let up for the rest of the night, and neither did your nerves. you locked up the bar with nicho just a little too close behind. shoulders tense, head turned towards the woods every time he heard nothing but the slightest noise. it was like he waited for something to leap out. the wind was loud enough to swallow your voice, but he still heard you when you muttered, “what the hell was that?” nicho didn’t answer at first, his jaw clenched. his hands flexed liked he was fighting a instinct to grab you and get you as far as he could from this town. finally he exhaled, beath in the warm cold air. 

n: “let me walk you home, please.”

you wanted to argue, scream, yell, until you got answers. but every inch of you knew nothing would change, you hand everything to keep you safe but it wasn’t him that concerned you. it was something deeper; older. something that said you didn’t need to understand. so you nodded. the walk was silent, his footsteps behind yours. the heat coming from him strong enough to fight every chill that caught up to you. when your house came into view, nicho stopped first. he looked at the door then the dark woods behind you. 

n: “lock your windows tonight, and don’t let anyone in. anyone.”

you frowned.

you: “nicho, you cant give me extreme warnings and expect me to sleep through the night..”

he swallowed hard, golden eyes dimming.

n: “jake’s not like me.”

you: “no shit nicho, he’s a vampire.”

you said half-joking, half-testing. nicho didn’t laugh.

n: “he’s dangerous. he’ll charm you, get close, he’ll even ask to be invited in—”

you: “what, to bite me?”

n: “no. to claim you.”

nicho looked almost offended. your stomach twisted.

you: “what does that even m—”

a rustle behind you made your breath catch, nicho’s body moved before your brain did. he shoved you gently behind him, shoulders tense, with a growl rumbling in his chest. 

n: “show yourself, asshole.”

and from the dark, jake stepped out like he’d been waiting for his cue. he didn’t look like the dangerous creature nicho warned you about. he looked calm, focus, eyes brighter now. a deep garnet glow around the edges that made your skin heat in a way you didn’t want to think about.

j: “i’m only here to make sure she got home safe, but it seems like you did my job for me. storms are unpredictable, you know.”

jake said softly, gaze flicking to you with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat. nicho took a step forward.

n: “back off dude.”

jakes lips curled into a faint smile.

j: “you cant protect her from everything.”

n: “she’s not yours.”

jake tilted his head.

j: “and she’s not yours either, unless she says otherwise.”

both of them looked at you, one with heat and fear, the other with hunger and fascination. your breath hitched. they heard it. jakes eyes softened.

j: “may i walk you to your door?”

nicho bristled.

n: “dont answer that.”

but something in you started to eat you alive. the curiosity in you wanted to understand him. wanted to get close to confirm that the cold aura around him was fearsome or intoxicating. you stepped forward.

you: “just to the door then you leave.”

jake bowed his head slightly, like you’d given him something sacred. nicho looked as if you punched him. jake didn’t touch you, there was no need too. the air around him shifted, colder, shaper, pulling you in like gravity. he stopped outside the steps of the porch.

j: “this is as far as i can go. for now.”

you: “because i didn’t invite you in?”

you blinked. he smiled. a slow, knowing curve of his mouth that made your skin prickle.

j: “you’re a smart girl.”

nicho paced like he could barely hold human form. jake stepped closer. not onto the porch, but near enough that you could smell something clean and dark on him. like the winter air and something older, metallic and sweet.

j: “you don’t have any reason to be afraid of me.”

you: “i’m not..”

you swallowed. a lie, he heard it. his eyes half-lidded, like the sound of your heartbeat was something he wanted to taste.

j: “i could show you what i am, if you’d ask nicely.”

your breath trembled. nicho took one step toward the porch, voice sharp.

n: “go inside; now.”

but jake leaned in slightly, close enough that his cold breath brushed your cheek.

j: “if i was planning on hurting you, i wouldn’t have waited.”

nicho snarled, jake didn’t flinch. your mind raced. fear and curiosity tangling into something electric.

you: “you came here for me?”

you whispered. jakes eyes flicked red.

j: “yes.”

nicho’s voice broke, raw and panicked.

n: “you don’t know what that means..”

jake smiled. not cruel, not sweet. inevitable.

j: “i think she wants to know, and she will.”

then he stepped back into the storm and vanished like smoke. nicho grabbed your hand, warm, shaking. he breathed.

n: “whatever you do; don’t let him in.”

but deep down, in the part of you that pulsed with adrenaline and forbidden intrigue… 

you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to listen.

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Your headache was growing by the second. Rubbing your fingers into your temples to relieve some sort of tension, there was a soft knock on the door. 

“It’s open!” 

Nicholas peeked through the door; he was visibly fresh out of the shower as his hair was still slightly damp covered by a beanie. He wore a fitted tank top and sweatpants. His casual attire somehow enhancing his good looks. 

You stood up as he walked toward you, he gave you a sheepish smile as he leaned down and wrapped his strong arms around you. The scent of his cologne strong, it took everything in you not to visibly inhale.

 You had been working with the group for some time as their producer, insisting formalities made the recording sessions less relaxed, you made sure they were comfortable with you from the get-go. Having worked with them for so long, they were like your brothers.

Well, not all of them. 

As unprofessional as it was, Nicholas never held that title. You had always felt a different way about him; catching yourself staring at him too long, enjoying your sessions with him more than the others if it meant being in a room alone with him. Trivial things like that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter in anticipation. 

Luckily for you, the group was constantly busy with comebacks. They were often in your studio, with every session that passed, the more your feelings for Nicholas became more apparent. 

“Sorry I’m late. They were killing us today.”

You shrugged, feeling your eyelids grow heavier by the second. You weren’t sure if it was due to the long day in the studio or the new sense of comfort with Nicholas in the room with you. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long day.”

Nicholas gave you a once over, flitting his eyes quickly but you caught them. You sucked in a sharp breath and released it, clapping your hands together to wake yourself up. He flinched slightly at the sharp sound; he blinked as if waking himself up.

“You ready?”

“As ever.”

Nicholas had enough energy for the two of you to get through his session and he was now joined with you at your desk. His gaze was focused as you played through the track, eyebrows furrowed and eyes sharp. You admired the way he analyzed his work thoroughly. He was his harshest critic as much as the other members were. It was a pleasure working with artists that cared so much about what they were creating. 

You caught yourself staring at him as he went through the entire track. The energy you previously had as he was recording was now diminishing slowly. However, he kept going over a certain part of the song with a certain look in his eye. 

“Do you think I can go over this part one more time? There’s something missing.” 

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts, “Oh, yeah for sure. What part was it again?” 

He noticed that your energy was lackluster and tilted his head at you. Your cheeks flushed slightly, sure that he had just shown you what part he wanted to redo even though you were visibly distracted.  

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can stop for tonight. I can fit you in my schedule somehow so you can get some rest.” 

You shook your head, pressing your fingers to your temples again. The headache now throbbing, you really needed to stop looking at the screen for the night but the thought of ending this time with him made you endure the discomfort. 

“No, it’s fine. I just have a headache. I’m sure you’re busy, we might not have the time to go over this anytime soon. It’s best we make the corrections we can while I have you.” 

Nicholas wasn’t convinced and he gave you a stern look that nearly made you squirm in your seat. You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove. 

“Come on, Nicho. Humor me for another hour or so.” 

He raised his hands in surrender as he made his way back inside of the booth. You watched him as he walked inside, placing the headphones back over his ears. You spoke to him through the mic, scrolling through the track until you reached over the parts he wished to correct. 

Your mind wandered as he went through his corrections, leaning your head on one hand as the music faded. You watched him through the glass admiring the way the vein in his neck became prominent whenever he spoke or sang. He looked pleased whenever he went over his corrections. He had one of his arms slung over the stand in front of him, muscles and veins protruding. Subconsciously biting your lip, it took you a moment to realize he had stopped singing. 

“Y/N…”

He sang your name teasingly, your head shot up. He was staring at you through the window with a cunning smirk on his face. You averted his eyes, feigning sudden interest in something on your screen as your cheeks slowly started to heat from his lingering eyes. You heard him let out a soft laugh but didn’t dare look at him as he made his way back into the main room. 

Your eyes remained on the screen in front of you as you felt his presence grow closer to you. He leaned over you, placing both of his arms in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him lean down so his mouth was dangerously close to your ear. 

“Find something interesting?” He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Your skin pebbled from the proximity of him.

You nodded, not having the confidence to speak as it probably would’ve come out as a squeak with how close he was. 

“Really? Cause you didn’t record that last part.”

Your eyes widened, suddenly focusing on the screen, you face palmed as you realized he was right. You were so distracted by him in the booth that you had failed to record the last part of his corrections.

“You want to tell me what’s going on or do I have to pry it out of you?”

He made no move to distance himself from you as you gathered your thoughts. At this point, you were fully aware that he was not ignorant of your staring. He saw that look in your eyes often in the faces of strangers and it made you feel like a fool. You huffed out a laugh at the ridiculous thought that you were good at hiding your feelings. 

“Nothing’s going on, Nicho.”

He quirked an eyebrow, not believing your words for a second. You could feel your cheeks slowly starting to flush under his gaze. 

“Well, you asked for it.”

With a shrug, he placed both hands on the arms of your chair and started to roll you toward the booth. The booth was soundproof as it was made to isolate any person inside of it. The mic inside would not pick up any sound from outside of the room for better quality when recording. Nicholas knew this and he shook his head at your protests to wheel you back into the main room. 

Once he got you inside of the booth, you stubbornly sat on the chair, crossing your arms as he shut the door. He reciprocated your stubborn gesture and leaned his back against the door, his own arms crossed. 

“Nicholas, we don’t have time for this. I’m sure everyone is wondering where you are now.” 

He shrugged, not feeding into the countless distractions from the conversation you were avoiding. You should’ve known he wouldn’t buy into it, he was just as stubborn and he was now determined to get answers out of you in the time he spent here. 

“I’ve got all the time in the world so long as that ‘recording in session’ sign is on the door.” 

Damn, you forgot about that sign. He was correct in the fact that as long as that sign was on the door, no one would pry. You were strict with your time with your artists as there were multiple occasions of interruptions that soon irritated you. His phone might be blowing up with questions but he had intentionally left it out in the main room to not hinder from this time. 

“Now, you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He laughed softly, shaking his head before he slowly started to walk toward you. He humored you for one last moment before his eyes started to darken a shade. 

“I can play this game all night.”

You shrugged, still feigning ignorance. Your crossed arms gave you some sort of comfort to stand strong though your body quivered as he walked until he stood behind you. He leaned down and you felt the brush of his chain on your shoulder, the feeling nearly made you jump. 

“I’ll start then with what I saw just a few minutes ago.”

He pointed at the spot he had removed you from, “I saw the way you were looking at me out there. This room may be soundproof but that glass is as transparent as your thoughts in that moment.”

He was so close to you, his mouth borderline brushing your ear. Your breathing started to turn shaky with every word that passed out of his mouth. 

“Still not ringing a bell?”

Nicholas then stood in front of you, squatting down until he was eye level with you. His hands braced on both arms of the chair to keep himself upright. 

“Did it bother you that much that I was looking at you? If so, I apologize. I’ve been distracted all night.”

You trailed off, mumbling anything in a panic but you soon stopped as he chuckled. He slowly stood until he hovered over you. 

“You’ve got it all wrong.”

Your eyes met and it took everything in you not to look away. His jaw clenched as he looked at you for a moment, his gazing trailing over your face in deep thought. 

“How so?”

Perhaps you were blind to the way Nicholas was looking at you, in that moment, you thought back to all the times in the studio with him wondering if he had always looked at you like that. 

“It doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I feel like an idiot for not noticing it sooner.”

“Well, that’s no surprise. You see thousands of girls a day who look at you that way.” 

He shook his head, leaning forward, he did so until his nose barely grazed yours. You sucked in a sharp breath, tilting your head back to look at him. 

“They’re not you.” 

You let out a humorless laugh in disbelief. Was this really happening? This felt like some sort of wet dream that occurred only when working with Nicholas on late nights like this. 

He didn’t laugh, instead his eyes squinted slightly. He thought to himself for a moment before deciding whatever dilemma he was fighting within himself came to a conclusion. That conclusion was to slowly inch forward until his lips barely brushed yours. Your body quivered as he didn’t quite press them against yours. 

“Tell me to stop.”

Tell him to stop? That was the furthest thought of what you wanted him to do. You glanced down at his lips, full and pink, waiting for you to say the word. Instead, one of your hands intertwined with the chain around his neck. 

“Forgive me but I’m not going to tell you to stop.” 

With that, you tugged his chain until his lips finally pressed against yours. It took a moment for you both to register the contact and in that moment your mind thought about how unprofessional this was but it felt so right. You hummed in satisfaction against his mouth and you felt him smile against yours. 

Nicholas deepened the kiss after a moment; you accepted the brush of his tongue against your lips. Fully engulfed in each other now, the sound of your lips melting together was so erotic it made your nipples peak underneath your shirt. While his hands were still kept firmly on the arms of your chair, yours started to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. 

He let out a soft sound when one of your hands released his hair from the beanie he was wearing, the soft tendrils of his hair slowly falling onto his forehead, tickling yours. You pushed his hair back, tugging on it which elicited a soft groan from him. It was then that his own hands started to roam, one of them held the back of your neck, the other placed on the back of the chair. 

He pulled apart for a moment, catching his breath but soon trailed from your jawline to your neck. Peppering sweet, soft kisses along your neck. You gasped slightly as he reached the spot just underneath your ear, you felt him smirk. He lingered there and you were sure he was leaving a visible mark on your neck yet you made no moves to stop him. Partially because you were afraid if you gave any indication of pulling back, he would stop. 

His hands had found their way to the hem of his tank top, he swiftly took it off. Your eyes lingered on his bare chest, naturally your hands had found their way to his body. You were nervous so you only kept your palms pressed against his chest, he comforted you, resting his own hands on top of yours. 

“You can touch me, baby.” 

Pressing his lips onto yours again, he kissed you softly this time as you gained enough courage to trail your hands over his body. He was practically hot to the touch; he was muscle and flush with lust. You toyed with the chain on his neck as he continued to kiss you. You slowly rose from the chair, lips never leaving his. He embraced you, wrapping both of his arms around you. When his hands cheekily roamed over your ass, he gave a nice squeeze, smiling against your mouth. 

You gained enough confidence to trail your lips over the skin of his neck, the vein in his neck protruding, you gave it a playful nip. Nicholas groaned, earning you another hard squeeze on your ass. His hands traveled to the hem of your own shirt, you separated from him to allow him to lift the shirt off. 

He was surprised to see that you weren’t wearing a bra, the look of surprise soon turned to desire. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on top of your heart. He looked up at you from underneath his lashes as he slowly found his way to one of your breasts. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the other caressing the curve of your breast. Once his mouth fully engulfed one of your nipples, you threw your head back at the sensation. Your body was so sensitive to his touch you thought he’d light you on fire at any moment. 

His tongue was warm against your nipple, he flicked over it with precision, keeping you close to him. He teased and licked until you were whimpering underneath him. You squeezed your thighs together to ease some tension from your core. He noticed and soon found his way to the button on your jeans; he quickly undid them and teased the hem of your underwear with his fingers. 

“Nicho, please touch me.”

He responded with a groan and slowly inched his way inside of your underwear. You were certain you were completely soaked at this point and when he found his destination, he separated from your chest, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“You’re driving me crazy.”

His fingers brushed along your folds, coating them with your arousal. He slowly started to rub his fingers along your clit, catching the moan you released with his lips. They were so full and pink from being attached to yours. His tongue soon found its way back against yours. The room was filled with your moans as he continued to rub your clit, though it was supposed to ease the aching need in your lower belly, his touch only seemed to build that need up even more with each passing second. 

Unsure of what to do with your hands, they bravely found their way to the hem of his sweatpants. You lowered your hands until you were palming him through his sweats. He moaned against your mouth, the sound so hot and needy, you nearly came undone then. 

You separated from him and trailed kisses down his body, shimming out of your jeans and underwear as you did so until you knelt before him. He watched with that primal look in his eyes, admiring your bare body. He was growing harder underneath his pants, the sweatpants accentuating his build nicely. 

Your hands hesitated on the hem of his sweatpants, looking up at him for permission to which he answered by helping you tug them down. His cock sprung free, throbbing as if he were refraining from release just at the sight of you on your knees before him. You wrapped one hand around him and he twitched at your touch, hissing at the feeling. You kept your eyes on his as you gave the head of his cock a sweet kiss. His eyes rolled back once you fully wrapped your lips around him. 

It was no secret to you that you fantasized about this. It was often stimulation to get a quick one off on those nights you found it hard to sleep with lust filled thoughts about him. You fantasized about the noises he was making now and it was like music to your ears. The most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. 

His hands held your hair up, his hips meeting your mouth, the motion was so erotic you had to squeeze your thighs together once more to ease that tension. You licked and sucked, chasing the moans he let out. He would tug on your hair whenever you took him deeper, your eyes soon began to water with each deep stroke. 

With one final thrust, he pulled out, leaning down to help you stand back up. He slowly walked you toward the couch in the booth that was there for whenever your artists needed rest. He sat down and you stood in between his legs, leaning down to kiss him again. 

“Do you have a condom?”

Nicholas nodded, he pointed to his pants and watched you walk over to them. You searched through his pockets until you found his wallet, you quirked an eyebrow at him. 

“Keep these in handy?”

He shrugged, spread out on the couch looking smug. “I had hope you’d come around some day.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at him, still not quite believing this scenario. You slowly walked back over to him, ripping open the wrapper with your teeth. He watched you with desire in his eyes, he pumped his cock in his hand a few times before he took the condom from you. You straddled his lap, waiting for him to finish wrapping himself. You kissed him slowly, brushing your breasts against his chest. He released another delicious groan and placed his hands on your hips. You grabbed his cock, aligning him to your entrance. You bit your lip as you teased him along your entrance. He leaned his head back on the couch, watching you as you sunk fully on top of him. 

You both released a groan at the feeling. You braced your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself upright, he waited for you to adjust to him. Hissing at the warmth of you, he traced small circles on your hips. Once you felt well adjusted, you started to move. You went slow at first, partially to tease him, another part to not completely finish in such a short time. He felt amazing inside of you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good on top of me.” 

You moaned, starting to pick up your pace. His hands on your waist helped you ride him. His eyes rolled back with each rock of your hips; his cheeks started to flush with heat. He looked so elated with you on top of him. You sunk further onto him, taking him deeper and deeper. You threw your head back in ecstasy each time he thrusted up to meet your hips, pushing deeper into you. 

“Holy shit, Nicho.” 

“I know, baby. I know.” 

He leaned forward, attaching his mouth onto one of your bouncing breasts. He gave your nipple a playful nip, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you. His hips meeting yours until you were both breathless and panting. His moans started to pick up the longer you rode him, his forehead was pressed against your chest as he found his breath. One of your hands tugged on his hair to bring his eyes back to yours. 

You whimpered as the heat in your lower belly started to spike up. Nicholas leaned back fully onto the couch, bringing you along with him, keeping you pressed to his body. You didn’t break eye contact as you both reached that breaking point. 

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he felt you tighten around him. He knew you were close to finishing, so he thrusted harder and faster. He bit his bottom lip, smirking as he watched your body react to the sudden aggression. 

“Oh god, Nicholas. I’m so close, don’t stop.” 

He didn’t stop, not for a single second. He watched you lose that control you always had when it came to him. He nodded and obeyed, feeling his own climax fast approaching. Your body nearly gave out, resting your forehead against his, you moaned and whimpered until he thrusted once more. 

Your moans synchronized as you both came undone. Your pussy clenched around him, causing him to hiss and his eyebrows to furrow. He gave you a few more thrusts to satiate his own orgasm. You practically collapsed on top of him, he embraced you. Panting and whimpers filled the room as you both slowly came down from your high. 

Nicholas pressed gentle kisses to your temple, rubbing your back to calm you down. Your head was resting on his shoulder, one of your hands tracing over the scar he had on his right arm. You felt your eyes start to flutter shut but he soon let out a soft laugh that startled you awake. You jolted back, afraid that you had accidentally drooled on him. 

He was still inside of you, his skin tinted pink from the rush he just had. You covered your face in embarrassment; he wouldn’t have any of that though. 

“Oh no, we’re way past that.” 

Taking your hands from your face, he brought them to rest on his bare chest. You toyed with the chain on his neck, avoiding eye contact. He leaned forward until he met your eyes, he kissed you softly, causing you to melt against him. 

“Still got that headache?”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. He smiled, proud that he was able to cure that headache that was distracting you so much. Though he had to thank that annoying pressure in your head for helping him see this side of you. 

Nicholas took care of you afterward, he disposed of the condom and helped you put your clothes back on before tending to himself. He was leaning against a table in the booth, watching as you fixed your appearance, trying desperately not to look freshly fucked. Though the booth would need to remain open tonight to air out the inescapable aroma in the room. 

“How long have you known?”

Nicholas quirked an eyebrow at your question but thought to himself for a moment. “Well tonight I think solidified my wandering curiosity. You’re surprisingly good at hiding your feelings. Must’ve just been that headache that needed satiating.” 

He walked closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The other lifted your chin to meet his lips once more. The kiss was sweet but longing as if leaving a promise that this wouldn’t be the last time. 

“If you ever get that headache again, I’m just a phone call away. If it goes too long without hearing from you, I’ll come finding you.” 

You gave him a soft smile, knowing he’d make good on his promise. 

“I’m starting to think you’re the cause of my headaches, Nicho.” 

“Well, if that’s true, I’ve also got the cure. Don’t be a stranger.” 

He gave you a peck on the cheek before helping you drag your chair to prop the booth door open. As you thought, his phone was pinging with messages from whoever was trying to get ahold of him all this time. That sign on the door did wonders. 

“As much as I want to stay and enjoy this time with you, I’m being summoned. I’m afraid that sign won’t hold off nosy members after some point.” 

“They wouldn’t dare.” 

Nicholas gave you a soft laugh, inching closer to press his lips against yours for one last lingering moment. 

“I still have corrections to make with you, so if you find the time, you know where to find me.” 

“Anything for you.”