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𝜗ৎ: would it really hurt if you could just take a bite from a love that looked so sweet?

𝜗ৎ: kissing, biting, hickeys, fruit metaphors for the plot, denial (?), lowkey angsty/suggestive lmao, one sided love if you squint, might be poetic as fuck bear with me pls

and happy birthday jo !

"a grape that is not ripe yet." .⋆♱

"it's too early." jo stated.

the words were supposed to slice through your pride, to cut off the hope you had for him. but it didn't.

he was your first love, never you have ever looked at anyone else except him. as nobody made you feel the same way as he did.

however, waiting for him to fall for you back felt like reaching your hand out for a branch that had a grape swinging off the edge. it looked loose, but never fell.

you can extend your arm out as much as you can, tiptoe if you must, but it'll never land on your palm.

climb a ladder, but you fall from it first before you can manage to have a fruit on you. not even the grape, instead a berry. and you didn't like a berry.

yet if you forced your way to pick it out from the branch, you'll take a bite that'll taste bitter.

why? because it was still unripe. and it was meant to stay high up, away from your reach.

it was simply a love that you cannot grasp.

and from the wound that you had on your knee, caused by falling down the ladder only came to waste. all that pain for a sour grape.

and nobody liked eating anything sour.

because whoever would take a bite shall be stung by the tearful savor it gave.

"i never liked him anyway. he was sour. i only tricked myself into thinking he was sweet." you could deceive yourself. but you'd never believe your own lies.

you tried again—saying that anything sour can turn sweet in a matter of time.

and so you thought that the longer you wait, the sweeter it will turn out.

"but if i wait, will you let me?" you asked, boring your eyes through his.

a silence stretched in between the two of you, his gaze remained unreadable.

you didn't know tears glistened your eye.

too occupied by the question of "why?"

if another had already took a bite, why not her, too?

was waiting necessary?

was waiting really needed, or was it just an excuse to refuse?

if it were sour, then why let someone get a taste?

"if you want it so badly, then come get it." he dared, baring his neck over to you, exposing it. your eyes easily followed, narrowing your stare onto a place where your teeth longed to sink in.

as the fragile one you were, easily gave in into the temptation that presented itself.

you wrapped your hands over his nape, drawing him closer to you as your lips sealed over his skin.

his scent enveloped your nose, as you felt the taste of him spread along your tongue.

your teeth grazed over his pulse with a sense of need, as if searching for something more to lavish.

yet you found yourself feeling lacked. unsatisfied on what was served to you.

what you craved had already been bare to you, exposed to you, but you kept on searching for more. seeking something more than what was displayed.

you dug, desperately.

venturing all over, mouth flying across his skin in finding the desire that you knew, or thought was on him.

from your pressure and aggression, it marked him purple and blue. eyes widening as you saw the tattoos that you had created on him.

yet he just looked at you with those same soulless gaze.

the realization washed over you at last.

that over a mere fruit, only you were hurt. it was late for you to know, that you didn't want to bite the sourness he possessed.

not only it had made you cry, but it also lured you to hurt yourself instead.

as it was a love over a ladder. that on the last step before you grasped the fruit, you had already fell.

.⋆♱: idol!nicholas x non-idol!reader. after the release of the photos from nicholas' fashion project "wenoism", reader had some "complications" when she got to look at them. (omfg i suck at summarizations), bsfs minju and yunah mentioned✌️

.☘︎ ݁˖: obvious from the title, yn got that lil freak in em (👅)

.⋆♱: yes chat i know it's obvious that im going fkin crazy over ts and yes i also took the opportunity to write another thirsty ass fic on it🙏 #needthatcookiesobad

not proofread btw !

♬⋆.˚ "tell me how good it feels to be needed."

"oh my god." the silver utensils that were hanging off of her fingers clinked down onto her plate, that was messed with her unfinished food as her jaw slid down from the instagram story that was displayed on her screen.

the sudden noise made minju and yunah look up from their own plates with startled eyes, abruptly stopped chewing to quickly look around them in embarrassment by the dramatic shit y/n pulled off. now they got some weird looks from the other people around their table

"we're in a public space y/n, can we not-" yunah hissed through her teeth with a forced smile. apologetically looking at the other people who turned their way.

meanwhile y/n couldn't be budged as the thing on her screen is way more concerning than those people giving them judgemental glares right now. because what pictured on her phone was nicholas literally shirtless, and that damn fabric was doing nothing to cover anything up. he didn't even try to hide that this was anything but modeling. it's just a literal thirst trap to look at, no exaggeration.

because you call that an endorsement for your brand?

"y/n we're getting stared at please stop" minju stammered, getting awkward by the judgy glares they were receiving. don't even mention how yunah reasoned "she took some shots" to explain the odd behavior. when she's actually crazy as hell even without sipping anything yet.

she didn't even know the purpose of those damn photos for. whether it's a fashion project or brand announcement, it gave him absolutely no reason to be making everybody stepped on earth thirst like that.

and with these two women, they were no stranger to the fact that their senior idol is her boyfriend. it didn't even make sense to them the first time she said "my boyfriend? i met this guy named nicholas wang by the park the other day" because how does one get linked up in a relationship with an idol that casually? apparently, she was completely oblivious that he was one until he said it. and the only thing she replied with is "well that explain your looks"

minju beside her snatched her phone, clicking it off and hiding the screen beneath the table. having to do it to save y/n's remaining dignity, because if there were dispatch spies hanging around them and they happened to catch a snap of her phone, having nicholas fully postered up in there, she might as well deport herself or something

"we get that your boyfriend is hot okay but you're asking to be in a dispatch article by this" minju remarked, giving her a wide eyed glare before shoving her phone back to her from beneath.

y/n flinching from the force, she held her gadget back into her hold and proceeded to use the other free hand to eat. and it was not hard to notice the slight tint of red that bloomed onto her cheeks.

though her phone was closed off, she can vividly imagine that photo of nicholas in her mind again and again.

his toned figure was something she hadn't seen yet, at all. biceps, sure. but if you added the abs and the whole torso in general, that's a different conversation. and it made her so fucking irritated that a fabric is hiding the other parts of him that she wanted to see more of. basically a tease. and she's not likin' it.

it's been a while she'd seen him too, and she'd been lonely, starved, just by being on her own. lonely, just seeing her boyfriend through fancams and video performances.

literally none could fathom how badly she wanted him right here right now

and yes, she's eating dinner right now, but she remained craving for something more.

"oh? and i thought we already ate a lot, still starving?" yunah joked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took a bite out of her pastry. winking at the double implication she meant by her tease.

"and i also heard from harua they're all free from schedules today...." minju added, dragging a tone at the last word. her eyes narrowed down on her plate as she toyed her remains with her fork. trying to keep it cool, but she couldn't hold back the grin that flashed across her lips.

♬⋆.˚

"come home right now."

she texts. no context, no nothing. just a message that carried all the impatience and neediness she had for him.

every second that ticked by felt like hours. she paced rapidly across the halls of her apartment, even if she tried sitting down, a knee kept trembling up and down uncontrollably.

she had enough of craving him through a screen alone. she'd been starved enough from all this time.

as much as she wanted to give herself the desire of release she lusts for, she knew that she won't be satisfied by her own touch. she can't satisfy herself, no matter how much she wanted to imagine him. she wanted her body to be imprinted by his touch. she wanted him to ignite fire all over her skin, leaving trails of flames along his fingers.

but the odds of having a time like that for herself with him kept getting burrowed by his career.

she was not kidding if she said that she vowed that once he clicks that door open, there's nothing stopping her from getting what she wants.

as so the door revealed nicholas, in the middle of the action of opening his arms for her to be cradled in, she completely ignored it.

and went straight for his lips.

dragging him inside her home with a pull of her hand onto his collar, she lowered him onto her level before attaching her mouth onto his. cuffing his lips close from saying any cheap greetings that won't do anything to extinguish the ongoing spark that's burning within her.

she felt him release a small gasp of surprise, groping her shoulders in attempt of pressuring her away. but she wouldn't budge, and kept the connection of their tongues in tact.

and eventually she felt him surrender into her demanding pace, reciprocating the kiss in the way she wanted to feel.

as the clash of their tongues and teeth went on, their whole attention were solely molded onto their chained lips. they didn't took notice of the way their bodies moved on their own. tipping over on one place to another drunkenly.

as their legs led them onto the living room, y/n pushed him back onto the couch's cushion, her thighs separating to settle on both sides of his hips, straddling him before she left his mouth. attaching now onto his jaw and skin where his pulse were placed. feeling himself free to speak, he breathed,

"what's up with you?" his eyes buzzed with intoxication, looking at her hungry state while his hands found their way up to her waist, as if locking her in place

a sharp glare escaped from her eye, piercing into his before leaving the area she was nipping at, sitting up properly.

"what's wrong with me? you really thought that wenoism shit didn't tick me out?" she grumbled, breath fanning over his as her face contorts into frustration. maybe from impatience, or somewhere in between.

"i've had enough starving myself."

sliding her hand onto his wrist, she brought it up by her neck as she inched closer, clasping his palm right where she could feel herself bursting

"can you feel my blood running? i could almost feel the skies falling in waiting for you..." voice cracking onto a whisper the more she spoke. the earlier dominance slowly fading into something more eager,

"please, just break me."

♬⋆.˚

#needthat

𝜗ৎ: cheating ! (so if you no no like im sawry), betrayal, toxic relationship type shit, secretly seeing your best friend's man and saying you're just doin it for the physical benefits, coming inside lol (nuh UH)

𝜗ৎ: you dearly loved your best friend, giselle. but you just hated the fact that she chose some shitty man to love, who you already saw cheat with goodness knows how many women. yet your lovely friend remained blind to his tactics. but you wonder what could be the consequences if you just happened to be his next victim?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ short one but hope yall like it lmao (made this shit with a headache so excuse sum mistakes)

it felt sinful. the guilt in your heart spreading all over your body the more he grinded his hips into you.

the guilt flew down heavily into your veins and bones, yet not strong enough to reach your conscience.

because how could you even listen to what your morals were saying, when all you can feel at the moment was his cock stuffing you full?

every pound, every thrust had completely dissolved every thought that attempted to form whenever it was about giselle. and what you and nicholas were about.

you couldn't believe that your own hands were the ones raking down his back, creating marks that would be the proof of everything that had happened.

the red trails that came from your nails had undone something in him. his movements stuttered as if he found pleasure in you inflicting him pain while he had you in this forbidden set-up. it was twisted of him.

it was sickening. disgusting.

you didn't know how you ended up like this. how you ended up under him to be spent and used.

well that was a lie.

you knew why, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself.

you vividly remembered the night you caught him nip on another woman's neck. seeing it right before your eyes.

and when he saw you stare, he gave nothing but a mere smirk of satisfaction. like he was even proud of what he was doing behind his girlfriend's back. almost looking like he was thrilled to have you, her friend, seeing him in the act.

"me? stop?" he mocked, looking down at you. he was long gone from the bar he was from, the woman he was feasting on out of sight.

"fine. since you insist," he trailed off, his tone building up on something to reveal. you can guess it was a condition. but for the sake of giselle, you can practically do anything.

"but i'll stop if you let me fuck you."

that's what got you beneath him every night. that deal.

you were supposed to refuse. but you just couldn't resist him that easily.

and what was supposed to push him away, remained free for him to doll around.

every day that passed, the looming guilt that you had for a crime you willingly let yourself do kept pressing down onto your chest.

seeing them both together, sharing kisses and dates.

giselle proudly saying that he looked like he changed over the weeks, and is treating her in the best version of himself.

all without knowing the nasty truth behind it.

while you look at nicholas, putting up all this show to be the perfect boyfriend giselle believed him to be.

welcoming her with a warm embrace and a kiss on her lip, when the previous night's memories came in the form of his imprinted hands and bites over your skin.

whether it was his fingers around your throat, or a bruise from slapping you too harshly. every presence of him, was present on you.

the absurdity of it all was so overwhelming. yet you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, as he had a leash around you. and he knew how much effect he had over you.

and now, again.

you had him inside you again. to breed you. spilling all his fluids into you like you were nothing but just a dumpster.

why won't you say anything?

it's because you also loved the secrecy and the excitement.

he felt how your breath rapidly rose up again, an indication of your climax. he'd seen it a thousand times before, he had you memorized like the back of his hand. every shift of you, he feels.

pleased that he got you aching for his touch, he pressed against your ear with a dark grin, slicking the shell with his tongue

"look at you, all bitched up" he cooed, increasing the pace of his thrust to push you harder, sweats beaming down his forehead and dropping onto you.

the words that poured over your ears made you shake against him, clamping over his length

"oh how would your friend react about this~?" he continued his ministrations, the filthiness that was slipping out from him drove you high, now as your slick gushed down all over the sheets and him.

with a few more thrusts he chased his own release, emptying himself into you until he was sucked dry.

as you both came down from your ecstasies, you felt that same haunting feeling again.

"don't worry 'bout her, focus only on me."

okay itadakimasu

𝜗ৎ: cheating ! (so if you no no like im sawry), betrayal, toxic relationship type shit, secretly seeing your best friend's man and saying you're just doin it for the physical benefits, coming inside lol (nuh UH)

𝜗ৎ: you dearly loved your best friend, giselle. but you just hated the fact that she chose some shitty man to love, who you already saw cheat with goodness knows how many women. yet your lovely friend remained blind to his tactics. but you wonder what could be the consequences if you just happened to be his next victim?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ short one but hope yall like it lmao (made this shit with a headache so excuse sum mistakes)

it felt sinful. the guilt in your heart spreading all over your body the more he grinded his hips into you.

the guilt flew down heavily into your veins and bones, yet not strong enough to reach your conscience.

because how could you even listen to what your morals were saying, when all you can feel at the moment was his cock stuffing you full?

every pound, every thrust had completely dissolved every thought that attempted to form whenever it was about giselle. and what you and nicholas were about.

you couldn't believe that your own hands were the ones raking down his back, creating marks that would be the proof of everything that had happened.

the red trails that came from your nails had undone something in him. his movements stuttered as if he found pleasure in you inflicting him pain while he had you in this forbidden set-up. it was twisted of him.

it was sickening. disgusting.

you didn't know how you ended up like this. how you ended up under him to be spent and used.

well that was a lie.

you knew why, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself.

you vividly remembered the night you caught him nip on another woman's neck. seeing it right before your eyes.

and when he saw you stare, he gave nothing but a mere smirk of satisfaction. like he was even proud of what he was doing behind his girlfriend's back. almost looking like he was thrilled to have you, her friend, seeing him in the act.

"me? stop?" he mocked, looking down at you. he was long gone from the bar he was from, the woman he was feasting on out of sight.

"fine. since you insist," he trailed off, his tone building up on something to reveal. you can guess it was a condition. but for the sake of giselle, you can practically do anything.

"but i'll stop if you let me fuck you."

that's what got you beneath him every night. that deal.

you were supposed to refuse. but you just couldn't resist him that easily.

and what was supposed to push him away, remained free for him to doll around.

every day that passed, the looming guilt that you had for a crime you willingly let yourself do kept pressing down onto your chest.

seeing them both together, sharing kisses and dates.

giselle proudly saying that he looked like he changed over the weeks, and is treating her in the best version of himself.

all without knowing the nasty truth behind it.

while you look at nicholas, putting up all this show to be the perfect boyfriend giselle believed him to be.

welcoming her with a warm embrace and a kiss on her lip, when the previous night's memories came in the form of his imprinted hands and bites over your skin.

whether it was his fingers around your throat, or a bruise from slapping you too harshly. every presence of him, was present on you.

the absurdity of it all was so overwhelming. yet you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, as he had a leash around you. and he knew how much effect he had over you.

and now, again.

you had him inside you again. to breed you. spilling all his fluids into you like you were nothing but just a dumpster.

why won't you say anything?

it's because you also loved the secrecy and the excitement.

he felt how your breath rapidly rose up again, an indication of your climax. he'd seen it a thousand times before, he had you memorized like the back of his hand. every shift of you, he feels.

pleased that he got you aching for his touch, he pressed against your ear with a dark grin, slicking the shell with his tongue

"look at you, all bitched up" he cooed, increasing the pace of his thrust to push you harder, sweats beaming down his forehead and dropping onto you.

the words that poured over your ears made you shake against him, clamping over his length

"oh how would your friend react about this~?" he continued his ministrations, the filthiness that was slipping out from him drove you high, now as your slick gushed down all over the sheets and him.

with a few more thrusts he chased his own release, emptying himself into you until he was sucked dry.

as you both came down from your ecstasies, you felt that same haunting feeling again.

"don't worry 'bout her, focus only on me."

okay itadakimasu