#weno

Nicholas knew when you climbed onto his lap, all pretty pink pouty lips, lingering touches at his nape and that particularly whiny tone you used when you wanted something—that he was a gone man. 

You’d been at the receiving end of his brief glances and him falling asleep as soon as he came to the bedroom late at night after work and you were, in simple words, not taking it anymore. You knew his line of work held many perils, but you had accepted that when you first started dating him. What you hadn't accepted was the miniscule amount of affection you’d be getting from him during ‘hunting’ season.

So you made your plan, fishing his schedule out of Maki, Harua and Taki by throwing them a bone (homemade cupcakes), and running your pretty nails over it. 

Et voila! A poker game.

Nicholas had taken you to some of them before, with the necessary security details of about a hundred men. Only Jo and Euijoo remained with you at the end, the only survivors of the wrath you had incurred at your lover, standing quietly behind you as you huffed into your glass of wine, as you watched him play his game.

Nicholas was unfairly gorgeous when he played. Delicate, neatly manicured fingers clutching the playing cards, one arm carelessly slung over the back of his chair, eyes calm and collected as if he knew exactly what was going to transpire in the next few moments. Handsome cocky bastard, you’d think, every time he glanced over at you, flashing you a faint grin—just a mere upward tilt of his mouth, and heat would pool between your thighs at the speed of light, the image of him fucking you on that stupid game table filling your 24/7 horny brain.

With a man like Nicholas, could you really be blamed though? 

And with a girl like you, could he be blamed either?

The moment he kissed your pout away, slipped his hands underneath your shirt and told you that you could accompany him to the game, that glint behind your eyes told him he was probably done for. And when the evening came, moonlight draping over the day like poetic verse, Nicholas thought about how lucky he was.

You in all your glory, clad in red silk, your shoulders on full display and your neck cut dangerously low. If he could have, he would have thrown you over the hood of his car and fucked you senseless right there and then. The N pendant on your neck only drove him more insane, he loved how you were his and only his.

The poker room was thick with cigar smoke and tension, low golden lights reflecting off the polished table, stacks of chips glinting like little towers of promise. Around the table sat men of power; greying hairs and some surprisingly young ones all gathered in smiles as if they were going to win. 

Nicholas leaned back in his chair like he owned the room—which, in many ways, he did. The deep red of his suit caught the light every time he moved, rich and dark against the naked skin beneath it. One arm rested lazily over the back of his chair as always while the other held his cards between long, perfectly steady fingers.

Your lover was beautiful.

His features had the kind of symmetry people noticed without meaning to stare. His strong jawline, clean and sharply cut, the faint shadow of stubble softening it just enough to keep him from looking too perfect. His hair—dark and neatly styled—caught a faint shine under the lamps, a few loose strands falling just slightly out of place whenever he leaned back in his chair.

And those damn eyes of his. There was a confidence in them that bordered on dangerous—the gaze of someone who was always three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Except you of course. Only you knew how soft those eyes would get every time he was beneath you, veiny hands gripping your hips to guide you gently against him. You took a long sip from your glass, leaning back against the bar as you watched him.

How much more time till you were under that man?

The veins along the back of his hands were faintly visible under the warm light as he shifted a chip or tapped the table softly with his thumb. There was something hypnotic about the way he handled the game, like he already knew how the night would end.

From the corner of the room, your glass of champagne balanced between your fingers, the bubbles rising slowly to the surface. Eventually, one of the players pushed back his chair.

“Five-minute break.” The dealer announced. The tension broke instantly as chairs scraped across the floor as men stood up, some pacing, others heading toward the bar for drinks.

Nicholas didn’t move. He simply leaned back further, rolling his shoulders slightly as if loosening the stiffness from sitting so long.

Bingo. 

The soft click of your heels cut slightly through the room’s murmur as you crossed the floor, setting your champagne glass down on the table before leaning slightly over the back of his chair. Of course, everybody knew who you were: the one weakness of the grand wolf of this world. The only person who could make him melt like ice cream in your hands.

Up close, the details were even more unfair, the sharp line of his jaw, that faint something in his gaze when it lifted to meet yours. He smiled softly and you almost gasped.

“You look bored.” You murmured.

“Do I?” Nicholas raised a brow.

“A little.” 

His lips curved—just barely. “Careful, sweetheart.” He said softly. “People might start thinking you’re distracting me.” 

“Do I look that good?” You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, “That I’m distracting you?”

Before he could respond, the dealer called everyone back. The players returned to their seats, the tension rebuilding as chips were stacked again and cards were shuffled. Nicholas straightened slightly, preparing to pick up his hand. 

And then, instead of stepping away like he expected, you moved.

Nicholas was a calm and rational man, who had gotten out of near-death situations multiple times. 

He didn't know in the slightest how to get out of this one.

For a brief second, the entire table went silent as you made your place on his lap—your grand bejeweled throne.

Nicholas blinked once in genuine surprise, as your arm looped casually around his shoulders, your cleavage putting on a show for him. His large hands settled on your hips possessively, one sliding down to rest on your thigh, thumb tracing the skin of your thigh through the slit of your dress.

“Uhm…” The dealer said, face flushed at the scandalous sight, “Ma’am? Ma’am will you be staying—”

“Of course I’ll be staying.” You said sharply, not taking your gaze away from him, “Can’t blame a woman for wanting to share her luck now, can you, gentlemen?”

A couple of the players exchanged looks, the younger ones evidently flustered. Nicholas’s arm instinctively tightened around your waist to steady you, his breath hot near your ear.

“Your luck, sweetheart?” He whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear as the dealer spread the cards out, "You think I need luck to win?”

“Relax.” You whispered, your fingers tracing circles at his nape, “I’m just making sure the love of my life wins his game.” You smiled and fluttered your lashes at him, “Why, are you worried I’ll ruin your concentration?"

A quiet chuckle escaped him before he looked back at the table, picking up his cards again with those steady, elegant hands as the game resumed. Only now, the most dangerous man in the room looked just a little more amused than before. 

Cards slid across the table, chips clinked softly, and no one spoke much. Every few minutes someone risked a glance at Nicholas—still sitting perfectly composed with you perched in his lap like you belonged there, which you did.

Nicholas on the other hand was dying—on the brink of death to be completely honest. You were leaning back just perfectly in his lap, your tits all in his face. Your skin was oh so warm beneath his fingers and the scent of you filled his nostrils, igniting the fire within him almost instantaneously. He caught sight of the N draped across your delicate neck and he almost threw down his aces.

Oh this girl, Nicholas thought, this damn girl.

And you were acting like you didn't know what you were doing at all. Like you weren't grinding your ass as subtly as you could against his cock.

“Oh that’s a good card isn't it?” You mumbled against his skin, purred would be a more appropriate word, as you squirmed subtly against the hard length of him. 

“Hmm.” Nicholas hummed, the heat of his gaze—which wasn't even on you—piercing through your skin.

“Probably my luck in action.” You whispered, swallowing a gasp as his talented fingers tightened on your hips to pin you down, down, down. You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the cards (definitely not his fingers) with much interest. 

"Luck, hmm?" Nicholas muttered, face flushing as he held back a groan. But he was winning, handily, maybe too handily—his cock throbbed against your ass, barely contained by his suit trousers.     

Another round passed, a player folded, another hesitated before pushing his chips forward, the tension in the room tightening moment by moment. All you cared about was the pressure between your thighs.

But Nicholas didn’t even blink. He studied the table, the chips, the man across from him, placing his cards down with calm precision.

“I’ll call.” He said, with a calm confidence, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. It was as if the entire room held its breath, from the glasses of bubbling champagne to the women in their silks. Wang Yixiang was known for winning. You were one of the many proofs.

The dealer revealed the cards, a moment of silence. And then—

The player across from you leaned back heavily in his chair, muttering something under his breath as the dealer pushed the mountain of chips towards your boyfriend. Nicholas's smile was quick and cocky as he raked in his winnings, fingers nimble and deft, his arm still resting securely around your waist.

Around the table, the men sighed and pushed themselves off, another night of Nicholas winning, another day of him proving his power. 

“Lucky charm, huh?” You felt the faint vibration of his quiet chuckle against your shoulder, his voice low, “Maybe you’re right baby.” He brought your hand up to his and ran his soft lips over the knuckles. And then his tongue too, eyes blazing into yours.

“I think I need more proof, sweetheart.”

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You stepped through the front door, the click of your heels echoing in the quiet hallway, your heart still racing from the thrill of the evening. You'd known it then, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened with promise.

Now, home at last, you barely had time to set your purse down before strong hands gripped your hips from behind. Nicholas didn't waste a second, his fingers digging into your waist, pinning you against the wall, lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. He licked into your mouth hungrily, one hand fisting in your hair, the other roaming your curves.

“Think I spoiled you too much, baby.” He panted, nipping at your bottom lip. "Though you could show off this pretty body in front of them, didn't you?”

You mewled into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his rock hard erection. "Nicho…" You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his velvet lapels and yanking him closer.

His lips descended to your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear, nipping the lobe sharply. Large hands gripped your ass, hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the kitchen, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

“You think you’re soooo pretty hm?” He growled low in your ear, his voice rough with pent-up frustration, “Dirty little baby teasin’ me out in public.”

Before you could respond, he shoved you forward, bending you over the cool granite surface. Your dress hiked up slightly from the motion, but he didn't bother lifting it further. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, while the other yanked your panties down your thighs in a swift, impatient tug. The fabric caught at your knees, leaving your ass exposed and your pussy bare to him.

“Nicho…..baby wait—”

But there would be none of that. His belt buckle clinked open, the zipper rasped, and then the thick head of his big cock nudged against your entrance. He didn't ease in, didn't give you time to adjust, with one brutal thrust, he slammed his entire length inside you, streeetching your walls around his girth until you felt impossibly full, the burn of the sudden invasion making your eyes water. You gasped, fingers splaying against the counter for balance.

“Fuck!” The word tore from your throat as you arched, your body instinctively trying to pull away from the overwhelming size of him. 

He was so fucking big, always had been, his cock so thick it split you open every time, forcing your pussy to yield to every inch. But tonight, there was no mercy in it—just raw, punishing drive as he bottomed out, his hips slapping against your ass.

“N-Nicho slow down…” You begged, voice trembling, your nails scraping the countertop, “Slow down—oh fuck!” 

The fullness was too much too soon, your inner muscles clenching around him in protest and pleasure all at once. But he didn't listen, instead, pulling back almost to the tip, then ramming forward again, harder, deeper, his balls smacking against your clit with the force of it.

“You don’t get to beg now, do you baby?” Nicholas chuckled, his hand coming down on your ass in a sharp spank that made you yelp, “Spoilt fucking princess.” The sting bloomed across your skin, heat radiating as he set a relentless pace, fucking into you like he owned every part of you. “Only good girls get what they want, and you’ve not been one have you?” 

Each thrust jolted you forward, your breasts pressing against the counter through the fabric of your dress, nipples hardening from the friction. His cock draaagged along your sensitive spots, the sheer size of it making you feel stuffed, claimed, every ridge and vein pulsing inside you. You whimpered, legs shaking as he pounded away, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the kitchen.

“Nicho–ahhh…” You gasped, head dropping forward, but he only laughed darkly, gripping your hip tighter to hold you in place, “Too big too big—fuckkkk”

“Come on now, you’ve taken this cock before.” Nicholas leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, breath hot on your neck as he rutted deeper, “But tonight, you're going to remember why you don't play games with me.” 

His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck arched, exposing the line of your throat. The pull sent sparks down your spine, mixing with the ache building low in your belly.

Nicholas fucked you mercilessly, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that had you moaning uncontrollably, your body betraying you as slickness coated his shaft. The size difference hit you hard—how he could fill you so completely, making you feel so pathetic underneath him. Your pussy fluttered around him, chasing the edge, but every time you got close, he'd slow just enough to pull you back, denying the release. 

“Only good girls get to cum, sweetheart.” He'd murmur, spanking you again, the slaps echoing with each withdrawal.

By the time your legs turned to jelly, you were a mess—cock drunk and hazy, mind fogged with the relentless stretch of him inside you. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth as you panted, begging incoherently for him to let you cum. 

“Please Nicho, can’t anymore—it’s too much.” But he ignored it, driving in one last time with a grunt, his cock throbbing as he held himself deep. You teetered on the brink, walls spasming desperately, but he pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Up.” He commanded, hauling you upright by your hair. Your body sagged against him, wrecked and trembling, panties still tangled at your ankles. 

He didn't let you catch your breath—instead, he dragged you toward the bedroom, your steps unsteady as you stumbled along. The dress clung to your sweat-damp skin, ass throbbing from the spanks, pussy dripping down your thighs from the denied orgasm.

In the dimly lit bedroom, he shoved you to your knees at the foot of the bed, his cock standing hard and glistening red at the tip with your juices, veins bulging along its impressive length. 

“Open up baby.” Nicholas said, fisting your hair again to tilt your head back, “Let’s see if that dirty little mouth can be useful.”

You obeyed without thinking, mouth parting wide as he guided the tip past your lips. The salty taste of yourself on him flooded your tongue, and you moaned around the girth, struggling to take even the head. Nicholas, as expected, didn't go easy. 

With a firm push, he thrust forward, forcing his big cock deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged instantly, eyes watering as your throat convulsed around him, but he held you there, hair wrapped tight in his grip.

“Thaat’s it princess—take it like a good girl would.” He pulled back slightly, letting you suck and lick along the underside, your tongue tracing the thick vein before he slammed in again, deeper this time, “That ought to shut that pretty mouth up hmm?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you choked, saliva dripping from your chin, but the harshness only made you wetter, your denied pussy throbbing in response. His size made it impossible—your jaw ached from stretching around him, throat bulging with each deep thrust.

“God, look at you.” Nicholas fucked your face steadily, hips rocking forward, grunting with every gag you let out, “Greedy girl so impatient for my cock.”

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder despite the burn, hands gripping his thighs for support. He yanked your hair sharper, controlling the pace, pulling you onto him until your nose pressed against his pelvis, his balls resting against your chin. 

The gagging was constant now, wet and messy, but you didn't pull away—cock drunk haze making you crave it carnally. He held you there longer each time, letting you sputter and cough before giving you air, only to plunge back in.

Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity, your knees aching on the carpet, throat raw from the deepthroating. Nicholas groaned above you, his cock twitching as he used your mouth relentlessly.

“So damn tight, sweetheart.” Another pull on your hair arched your back, and you moaned around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips, “Look so pretty—choking on me like this.”

Finally, with a guttural curse, he thrust deep one last time, holding you impaled on his length as the salty tang of him flooded your throat. You swallowed convulsively, gagging through the load, some spilling from the corners of your mouth as he finally released your hair, bucking his hips slightly, the head nudging your throat, making you choke softly but you pushed through, eager to please despite the burn in your jaw.

Nicholas pulled out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his softening cock, and you collapsed forward, gasping for breath, body wrecked and unsatisfied.

Nicholas looked down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face, as you knelt there on the bedroom floor, chest heaving, throat sore and tasting of salt and musk, your body still humming from the denial and the rough use. He towered over you, his cock slick and semi-hard, but his eyes burned with that unrelenting hunger. 

Your boyfriend reached down, fingers curling under your chin to lift your gaze to his, “Up baby.” He ordered, voice gravelly from his release, “You’re gonna earn this cock properly now.”

His grip shifted to your arm, hauling you to your feet with effortless strength, your jelly legs wobbling as you stood up.He didn't give you a moment to steady yourself—instead, kicking off his pants fully and sitting back on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. 

“Go on, pretty girl.” His cock twitched back to life as he patted his thigh, “You wanted this so bad didn't you? Come here and ride me like a good girl now.” 

You complied, too fucked out to argue, stepping out of the tangled fabric at your feet and climbing onto his lap. The dress rode up your thighs as you positioned yourself, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. 

His hands settled on your hips, guiding you down until the broad head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance. Even after the earlier pounding, the size of him made you hesitate, your pussy clenching in anticipation of the stretch.

“Sit your fucking ass down.” He demanded, thumbs digging into your flesh, “Now.” 

With a shaky breath, you lowered yourself, inch by torturous inch, feeling your walls part around his thickening length. God he was massive, filling you up in a way that made your toes curl, the burn of the intrusion mixing with the slick heat of your arousal. You sank down slowly, gasping as he bottomed out, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

“You’re made for this, aren't you sweetheart?” Nicholas stroked your cheek with a surpppppsing gentleness, “Pussy’s screamin’ for me.”

At first, you moved lazily, hips rolling in a languid rhythm, savoring the drag of him inside you. Your hands braced on his shoulders, body leaning forward as you rose and fell, the fullness coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. The denied orgasm from before lingered, building again with each lazy grind, your pussy fluttering around his girth. 

“Going slow today are we?” Nicholas’s eyes locked on your face, watching the pleasure twist your features, but he stayed still beneath you. “Come on baby, we both know you’re too restless for that.”

You hated that he was right. The tension coiled tighter with every lift and drop, his cock hitting deep deep deep, rubbing against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

Your movements grew a fraction more urgent, but still unhurried, chasing the release you'd been denied. Sweat beaded on your skin, the dress chafing against your hardened nipples as they brushed his chest. 

“Nichooo…” You whined, throwing your head back, “Feel so—ahhh god—feel so full Nicho.” His hands slid up your sides, bunching the fabric of your dress higher until it exposed your breasts.

“Yeah? You feel how I’m stretching you, baby? Pussy’s drippin’ aaall over me like the spoiled girl she is.” His words sent a thrill through you, heat flooding your core as you picked up speed just a touch, inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically. Nicholas was usually loving in his manner when you’d have sex, but god did it get you wetter than the pacific ocean when he spoke so harshly. 

The orgasm crept up slowly, then crashed over you without mercy. Your body seized, walls clamping down hard around his length as waves of pleasure ripped through you. A cry escaped your throat, high and broken, and you collapsed forward against his chest, forehead resting on his shoulder. You felt his hand reach up and cup the back of your head gently, caressing it. 

“Fuck…Nicho I—” Your hips stuttered to a halt, trembling as aftershocks pulsed through you, leaving you boneless and panting. 

But Wang Yixiang was a relentless man—not stopping till he got what he wanted. Your boyfriend wasn't even half done. 

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you impaled on him, and then he bucked his hips upward sharply. The sudden thrust jolted you, his cock slamming deep into your oversensitive pussy, drawing a pornographic whine from your lips.

“You wanted this so bad baby, so you’re going to sit here and fucking take it.” Nicholas didn't wait for compliance; instead, he took over, hips snapping up in a powerful rhythm that had you bouncing helplessly in his lap, “Really did spoil you too much, didn't I baby?” Each buck drove him deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he fucked up into you, “Pretty girl thinks she can do whatever she wants.”

Your tits, freed from the confines of the dress, bounced with every impact, nipples grazing his shirt. Nicholas groaned, one hand coming up to cup a breast, thumb flicking the peak roughly.

“So damn perfect—you’re already falling apart for me.” The sight seemed to spur him on; his thrusts grew harder, faster, pinning you against him while he used your body like his personal toy, “My pretty girl.” You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in and drawing blood as the overstimulation bordered on pain, but the pleasure built again, sharper this time.

“Too much too much oh!” You gasped, but he only laughed, low and mocking, bucking even harder to make your breasts heave wildly, “Nicholas!”

Saliva pooled in your mouth, body rocking with his force, pussy stretched taut around his massive shaft. The size of him overwhelmed you, every vein and ridge dragging along your walls, making you feel utterly claimed.

“That’s what you get for teasing me all night.” His free hand gripped your ass, spreading you wider to angle his thrusts, hitting spots that made your vision blur, “Fucking brat.”  

You moaned into his neck, the scent of his cologne mixing with sweat, your clit grinding against him with each upward snap. The bouncing of your tits mesmerized him; he released your breast to watch them move, eyes dark with lust. “Harder, sweetheart. Show me how much you love being filled.”

The second build was relentless, your body was no longer your own as he fucked you like you were a rag doll. You came again, harder, screaming his name as your pussy spasmed, milking his cock for all its worth with desperate contractions, “God she’s such a cumslut for this dick, isn't she?”

Finally, he slowed, but only to shift positions. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion, the bed creaking under the sudden weight. 

You landed sprawled beneath him, legs splayed wide, his body covering yours as he settled between your thighs. The dress was a twisted mess now, pushed up to expose you completely, but he didn't care—and neither did you. His cock slipped out briefly, leaving you empty, before he notched it at your entrance again.

“Want this cock baby?” His voice was husky against your ear, “Wanna feel how I fit you like a glove, hm?” He pushed in deliberately, exquisite inches going in like a priest drunk on worship, watching your face as your pussy yielded to him once more. The stretch was exquisite, your walls hugging his girth perfectly, the fullness making you arch off the bed. “See? Made for my cock—dirty hole’s begging to be fucked.”

He bottomed out with a satisfied sigh, hips flush against yours, and held there, letting you adjust to the depth. Then he began to move—slooow, deep thrusts that dragged his entire length out before sliding back in, filling you completely each time. 

The pace was unhurried, sensual in its intensity, every push making you feel the sheer size of him, how he reshaped your insides to accommodate his thickness. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his back as you moaned, the friction building a slow burn in your core.

“Nicho—oh fuck, you’re so…..p-perfect nghh!” You whimpered, hands roaming his back, feeling the muscles flex with each deliberate roll of his hips. He chuckled, nipping at your collarbone through the dress fabric.

“Feel that baby? Feel how good I’m filling this tight pussy up?” Your cheeks flushed as Nicholas kept the rhythm steady, each thrust measured to maximize the sensation—the way his tip kissed your cervix, the slide of his shaft against your g-spot, the slap of his balls against your ass. 

Sweat slicked your joined bodies, the room heavy with the scent of sex, your breaths mingling in ragged harmony. “Squeezing me so good, sweetheart—it’s like she neeever wants to let me go.” His hand found yours, pinning it above your head, while the other teased your clit in lazy circles, heightening the slow build.

The pressure mounted gradually, your third orgasm simmering like a promise. Nicho's thrusts deepened, hips grinding in circles at the end of each stroke to rub every sensitive inch. 

“Oh fuck baby, calm down.” He chuckled as he felt your pussy clamp down, “Always rushing me aren't you? Impatient little brat.” His voice roughened, breaths coming faster, but he held the slow pace, drawing it out until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

You shattered first, the climax rolling through you in deep, pulsing waves, your walls fluttering around his cock as you cried out. “Nicho! Oh fuck yes! Oh godddd…” The words spilled from your lips unbidden, and he groaned, finally losing the restraint. His thrusts quickened just enough, still deep and controlled, as he chased his own release.

“Perfect fucking pussy, all for me yeah?” With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot jets of cum flooding your depths. The warmth spread inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt, filling you until it leaked out around him. He ground against you, prolonging the sensation, making sure you felt every bit of how he claimed you. “Fuck….look so good princess—mine aaall mine.”

Nicholas pulled out slowly, leaving you empty and leaking. Before you could make a sound, he gathered you into his arms, strong and secure, stroking your hair, pressing tender kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. You melted into his embrace, feeling utterly exhausted.

“You ok sweetheart?" Nicholas asked, cradling you close.

“You’re really asking me that after destroying me.” You deadpanned, nuzzling into his neck, “I think I’m alright.” You glanced down at your ruined dress, “You do realise this dress was expensive?”

“Hmm.” He hummed, hands roaming your curves gently, “I’ll get you five more.” He sighed, “If you promise never to pull that shit again.”

You pouted, drinking his low voice in, “If ‘that shit’ gets me dick this good, I’m pulling it over and over again and again, baby.” 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Nicholas smiled, slow and sweet, tilting his head down to kiss you deeply, with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, fingers trailing over your skin igniting sparks in their week.

Nicholas Wang was a rational man.

Except when it came to his lucky charm.

fin. 

You had only interrupted Nicholas during practice a couple of times and each time you left feeling uncomfortable. While you got along with Nicholas’ closest friends, his teammates were another story. Though you never explained that to Nicholas as you didn’t want him to worry let alone be distracted throughout practice. Hence your urgency for him to remember to bring all his belongings with him so you’d never again have to face the looks from his teammates. 

You sat in the car for a moment, clenching your hands around the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white. Trying to calm your racing heart with the thought of Nicholas’ sheepish look whenever he realized that he had forgotten his clothes again. You could see the field from your parking spot, they were in fact in the midst of practice, so you’d have to wait for Nicholas to have a small break to give him his clothes.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you gave yourself a mini pep talk and grabbed his clothes from the passenger seat. You cradled them close to your chest as a form of comfort, the scent of him also giving you the courage to take each step toward the field. Entering through the gates, you made your way toward the bleachers where there were a variety of your classmates watching. 

Finding a spot near the front, you kept Nicholas’ clothes cradled to your chest as you looked for him. You soon spotted him and smiled to yourself. The team didn’t wear helmets as it was merely a scrimmage. He was bent over, hands on his knees, eyes focused on something the coach was saying to the team. He had that scrunch in his eyebrows that made him look serious. 

It was then that you felt eyes on you that didn’t belong to Nicholas. You glanced around the field and found a small group of his teammates looking along the bleachers until their curious eyes landed on you. Your back straightened, you quickly glanced away until your gaze found Nicholas on the field again. Your jaw clenched as you felt eyes on you, if anything, the feeling intensified the longer it took for Nicholas to finally look in your direction. 

All feeling of the nerves built up in your system faded away once he spotted you. He was confused at first until you held up his clothes, that big smile slowly made way to his face. He placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head at himself. He gave you a small motion with his hands that he’d be a minute, you responded with a shake of your head and chuckled to yourself. 

“Idiot,” you mumbled to yourself. 

Mistakenly, you glanced back toward the group whose eyes never left your direction. The group slowly grew as more of his teammates gathered. Some were snickering, some were shamelessly staring. You even glanced over your shoulder to see if there was possibly anybody sitting behind you, to your dismay there was no one in your vicinity. You kept your gaze down then, playing with a stray piece of fabric from Nicholas’ clothes. 

A part of you felt annoyed that you were sitting here due to Nicholas’ carelessness, yet you had to remind yourself that you never explained this odd encounter with his teammates. So, you waited, picking at your nails, a nervous habit of yours that kept your shaky hands busy. 

Luckily, it wasn’t long after that Nicholas started running in your direction. His skin was glistening with sweat in the sunlight. You stood up, walking closer to the fence separating you from him. The bleachers were elevated, you leaned over the top of the fence, still clutching his clothes to your chest. Your smile grew as he drew closer, he shieled his eyes from the sun to see you clearly. 

“You’d think the number of times I pester you not to forget your stuff, you would remember.” 

Nicholas gave you a sheepish smile, the one you knew he’d give you the moment he saw you here with said belongings. He shrugged nonchalantly, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Maybe I do it on purpose to see you again.” 

“I doubt that.” 

Nicholas jumped onto the platform of the bleachers, bracing his hands on the fence to keep him upright. He drew closer to give you a kiss but you hesitated and it was a mistake that wouldn’t go unnoticed. You pulled back slightly and glanced over his shoulder to the looming eyes of the small group gathered in the field. 

Nicholas then glanced over his shoulder, the moment he noticed, the group had finally removed their eyes as if they weren’t glued to your direction for the past ten minutes. 

“So, how’s practice?” 

You attempted to steer the conversation; Nicholas slowly turned his head back toward you. His once playful demeanor now serious, his jaw visibly clenched. 

“They bothering you?”

You quickly shook your head, averting your gaze. The last thing you wanted to do was stir up trouble when there was nothing worth causing him the stress. He glanced back over his shoulder. The group was slowly dispersing as they noticed Nicholas was looking at them again. He swore under his breath, it was barely audible but you noticed the tension in his shoulders. He made to jump off the platform; you stopped him before he could. 

“Nicho, please. I just came to see you and drop off your clothes. It’s nothing, really.” 

You cupped his cheek and directed him back to you, his eyes softened as they looked over your face. He was assessing your body language and though you tried to relax underneath his stare, he noticed your hands fiddling.

Interrupting any wandering thoughts in his mind, you pressed your lips against his. He was reluctant at first knowing it was a diversion tactic of yours but he soon melted against you. Your favorite thing about Nicholas aside from his expressive eyes were his full lips and they fit so well against yours you didn’t care who was watching so long as you stayed in this moment. 

You pulled away first, gazing at his dazed look. His hair was sticking to various parts of his face, you pushed back a strand that had fallen over his eyes. His eyebrows scrunched again, you sighed rubbing that spot between his eyebrows until he stopped frowning. 

“How long has that been happening?” 

You tilted your head at his question, he gestured with a nod of his head toward the now dispersed group. You shook your head, looking down to your hands. It was then Nicholas’ turned to take hold of your chin, lifting it until your eyes met his again. 

“The first time I had come here to bring you something that you forgot.” 

Nicholas sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. He looked away for a moment as you continued to explain. 

“I just thought it was weird at the time. Then the second time I came, it was obvious and I was uncomfortable afterward. I didn’t tell you before, I thought I was just overthinking. I’m sorry.” 

He shook his head, taking your shaky hands into his. He was visibly annoyed but you had a feeling it wasn’t toward you. 

“Don’t apologize, ever. They’re idiots, if anything they’re gawking at you. It’s jealousy.”

“Of me? That’s strange.”

Nicholas laughed then shrugged, “Of me, baby. They’re jealous because they don’t have anybody to bring them their belongings if they forget them. They’re jealous that I have you.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and grabbed his clothes. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m eager to tackle those idiots to the ground now.”

“Nicho, don’t do anything stupid.”

He looked up as if in thought, then shrugged his shoulders. You gave him a stern look then bit your lip, worrying. He gave you a big smile and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

“See you at home, baby.”

“If you come home bloody, you’re sleeping on the couch.” 

He laughed, jumping off of the platform, he looked up at you and bit his lip. He shielded his eyes from the sun to look at you, giving you a smug wink.

“As long as you take care of me first.”

“Always.” 

He set his clothes on a bench near the field, looking over his shoulder, he blew you a kiss before running back onto the field. He slowed when he got toward the group and your shoulders tensed, preparing for him to do the unthinkable. He was still within earshot as he spoke to the group. 

“Pretty, isn’t she?” 

Your cheeks flushed, you shook your head, facepalming. He looked over his shoulder again and sent you a wink. You smiled like a fool, watching him for a few more minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything rash. 

You stayed for a round or two of the scrimmage and noticed Nicholas was precise in his movements. He would purposely bump into those that stood in the group though he made it nonchalant as to not catch the attention from his coach. You flinched every time he made contact with them. Whenever it seemed to get tense, he seemed to realize you were still watching and cooled down.