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hiiii can i request a smutty fic for either tattoo artist nicholas or yuma (you can pick based on vibes or even both if you are feeling frisky) where reader is getting their first tattoo and is beyond nervous but tattoo artist nekoz help them relax in the best way they know how to ;))
moon phases ⌗ 𐔌tattoo artist nekoz! x f!reader𐦯
synopsis : after losing a dare, you’re forced to get your first tattoo. despite your facade of bravado, deep down you can’t help but be nervous, too nervous that nicholas and yuma notice and offer a way to ease your nerves :) — based on the request above!
warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w small plot. dom!nekoz. oral sex (f!receiving). p in v. face fucking. unprotected sex (no!). finishing inside (again no!). overstimulation. pet names. praise kink (all 3 tbh). cumeating. belly bulge. manhandling. no mxm but yuma cums from looking at nico fucking you lols.
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dreemxz note : finally finished the request, i was honestly having the biggest writers block ... but all is good now! i enjoyed writing this more than i should've tbh. if i missed any warnings lmk and if there are errors lmk too.
You bite your lip, almost drawing blood from the amount of pressure your teeth put on your lower lip as you bite down. You glance up at the black and white clock drilled into the soft pastel wall, 7:24 PM. You should leave, there was still time until your appointment. If you got up now, no one would notice that you were even there to begin with.
You’d make up a silly excuse to Euijoo, like you got lost and never made it to the shop, but Euijoo knew you. After all, you’d visited this place before, and you had even gotten your nipples pierced here about two years ago.
You look at the reception desk where a bright neon pink sign hung off the ends, ‘&PARLOR,’ it blinked once, then twice, mocking you.
Only you would lose a stupid dare against your best friend, Euijoo. Now here you were, anxious enough to throw up in the middle of the shop.
The shop itself was quiet, other than one other customer you saw when you came in; the waiting area was empty. Crickets were chirping just right outside.
“Damn.” Your entire body jumped. You look up faster than you can process, nearly giving yourself whiplash.
Your breath catches as the man across from you stares you down. You remember him, Nicholas. When you first met him, you couldn’t help but think he was the most attractive guy you’d ever seen, but since he knew your best friend, you had to get rid of those thoughts quickly.
You quickly scan him with your eyes. A nose stud and an eyebrow piercing on his face; he’s wearing a black tank top with baggy pants, showing off his left arm, which is full of tattoos. “You look like you’re about to pass out, you good?”
“Uh—yeah, nervous is all.”
He hums, “You my 7:30?”
Your shoulders visibly tense at his words, “unfortunately.” He laughs at your words, motioning for you to follow him into his small area
You stand up rather slowly, wanting to delay it as much as possible. You passed by the other tattoo artist, who was focused on finishing a back piece; you couldn’t see his face at all.
When you reach his small area, a small room off to the side. You walk in and accommodate yourself in the chair.
“Let’s see… You checked in with Fuma… hmm, okay, so you want the moon phases on your bikini line?” He’s turned around, so he doesn’t notice you nodding to his words.
When he doesn’t hear a verbal response, he whips around in his spinning chair to face you, “First tattoo?”
“I— yeah… is it that obvious?”
He nods. “Might as well have it tattooed across your forehead in bold letters.”
You look away in embarrassment, “This was a stupid dare, my friend and I made bets, and I lost, so he sent me here because apparently you guys are the best.”
“Fucking Euijoo,” you mumble under your breath.
“Byun Euijoo? Wait, I recognize you, you’re that girl who always walked in with him, hey, I’ve pierced you before too.”
Nicholas mentions the time you’d gotten your nipples pierced by him, uninterested, you could only hear your heart beating rapidly. “Yup, that’s me.”
“Well, since it’s your first tattoo, and you're a friend of Euijoos, it’s only right to give you a discount.”
You nervously laugh at his comment. Nicholas turns around in his stool, clicking a few things on the computer before he starts to print out the design you had sent him. The printing machine takes a few seconds to export the page, he grabs the paper, and rolls the stool over to you.
“Alright, with the inspo picture you sent, I came up with these designs. Let me know which one you like the most and the size.” He hands you the papers for you to look over closely.
It was 4 different pages with different designs, there were different sizes, and you honestly couldn’t think straight. “Um, any is fine.” You blurt out.
Nicholas stares at you for a long second before snorting softly. “Yeah, no. That’s not how this works.” He plucks the papers from your shaky hands before you can accidentally crumple them. Spinning slightly in his stool, he lays the pages across the counter beside you.
“You’re permanently putting this on your body,” he says. “At least pretend to care a little.”
“I do care,” you mumble. “I’m just nervous at the thought.”
He chuckles and leans closer to the designs, tapping one of the pages. “Okay, look. This one’s thinner and more delicate, but the details might blur faster over time.” He moves to the next. “This one’ll age better. The lines will be clearer. Less chance of it looking weird in ten years.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Nicholas raises an eyebrow at the sound of your laughter. “Alright, I think I’ll do this one, in…this size.”
You watch him prep his things for a few minutes. Suddenly feeling yourself tense up at the sight of him putting on black gloves and preparing the needles and other things.
Your heart picks up at the sight, “Alright, I’m gonna need you to take your pants off.”
You blink, “I— Sorry?” You choke at the delivery of his command.
Trying your best to avoid eye contact, you stand up and fumble with the button of your jeans, fingers clumsy under his watchful stare, his eyes linger for a second longer before he turns around and pretends he’s moving his things around.
You glance up to make sure he’s not taking any weird peeps at you, but somehow, he knew what you were thinking. “Relax,” Nicholas says over his shoulder with amusement in his voice. “I’m a tattoo artist, not a creep. I’ve seen worse.”
You couldn’t help but feel your body tense and heat up, “That…doesn’t make it any better.”
Nicholas laughs, “Right. Sorry, first-timer.”
You pull your pants further down your legs, passing your thighs, your knees, until it pools around your ankles. One leg raises as you were going to step out of it when the door suddenly opens. “Yo, Nico—”
You flinch and shriek at the sudden intrusion. The blond man from before is standing, leaning on the door frame. Nicholas spins rapidly in the stool, glancing at you briefly before his eyes fall on his co-worker.
“Oh shit, my bad, didn’t mean to scare you both.”
Nicholas lets out an irritated sigh, immediately grabbing the rolling stool beside him and shoving it towards the doorway hard enough for it to bump against the blond man’s leg. “Ever heard of knocking, idiot?”
The blond man grins wider, completely unbothered as his eyes rake over your figure, more purposely this time. You attempt to cover yourself as much as possible, but it's useless. “The door was cracked,” he raises his hands innocently, “Didn’t look on purpose, promise.”
You scramble awkwardly to pull your shirt lower while balancing on one foot, jeans still trapped around your ankles. Mortifying.
“Oh my god,” you groan quietly, face burning.
Nicholas shoots his coworker a flat look. “You’re embarrassing her.”
“I’m embarrassing her?” the blond repeats with a laugh. “Pretty sure she was already halfway there.”
“Get out if you’re going to be useless.” Nicholas reaches for a paper towel roll and throws it directly at his head.
The blond catches it easily, laughing again before finally pushing himself off the doorway. “Alright, alright. Relax.” His gaze lands on you one last time, significantly softer now. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
You nod weakly, still wanting the floor to swallow you whole. He tilts his head, eyes flickering to Nicholas in silent communication. Nicholas nods, Yuma smirks.
You couldn’t help but feel like something was happening, and you weren’t aware of it. “Um?” You question, they ignore you as the blond man steps further in.
“Are you nervous? First time?” He asks, putting on a set of black gloves. Nicholas spins on his chair and scoots closer to you. “I’m Yuma. Usually, I have to be up front to run the shop while Nico and Fuma stay back here with clients, but you’re our last one of the night, I just finished with my client, and Fuma left already.”
“Nice to meet you…but why are you here…?” You couldn’t help but be straight up with your confusion.
Yuma and Nicholas let out synced laughs, “relax, I’m just here for support, you know, just in case you pass out. Now, be a good girl and lie back for us? Hm?”
You obey, lying on the black bed-chair, Nicholas picks up your pants as he notices you just stepped out of them and forgot about them. He folds them and puts them on one of the waiting chairs in the corner.
Yuma rounds the corner, placing himself on your right side, while Nicholas stays on your left. You finally notice the tattoo drawing in Yuma’s hand as he looks at it, “Cool first tattoo, where’s it gonna go?”
Without thinking, you point to the spot. You were prepared, or at least, you thought. You put on the only cute and appropriate underwear you owned; unfortunately, it was your only laced lingerie.
Yuma's eyes follow your hand; his eyes linger on the spot you pointed at. You couldn’t help but observe the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a big gulp.
“Here…?” Yuma points, his finger centimeters away from touching your skin, and he flashes you a look for permission. Hesitantly, you nod.
You feel the cool latex material touch your skin, causing you to shiver. His finger trails the spot, starting from the corner of your hip, down to where the inner thigh meets. You clench your thighs on instinct. He notices.
Your breath hitches as you feel him press down on your skin; you are unsure if it was an accident or done on purpose. Whichever it was, you didn’t mind.
“Y-yeah, right there.”
The two men share a look once more before Yuma’s sweet stare turns cold. His once shining eyes with joy turned dark with lust.
Nicholas clears his throat first, “Alright, I’ll just prep you real good, get comfortable, Y/N. This is about to be a long night.”
“O-okay…” you sink into the cushion material as Nicholas applies a small amount of cream on his gloved fingers.
“This is just some cream to help the razor glide smoothly, alright?” You nod. Nicholas begins to shave the area. Once he’s done, Yuma hands him a piece of paper towel.
After everything has been applied, the sheet that has the tattoo is placed on your skin.
You gulp. Everything felt like it was narrowing down on you. The walls felt closer, the ceiling felt like it was going to fall and crumble on top of you.
Nicholas peels the paper off your skin, leaving only the blue link imprinted on your skin. “Alright, let’s get started—” you grab Nicholas’ hand before he could grab the tattoo gun.
“Waitwaitwait—“
Both of them freeze at your rapid words. “I can’t—I can’t do this. I’m too nervous. I need to calm down.”
Nicholas glances at Yuma, who just glances at you. “Okay, let’s calm you down first, if you don’t want to do this… that’s okay.”
However, you shake your head. “No…no, I do want this, I just need to breathe.” Nicholas grabs your hand and begins to rub it.
“Well,” Yuma starts, you turn your head to look at him, “we have an idea on how to ease your mind.” He leans in closer to be more eye level to you, and you see his colored contacts from this angle.
“Wha—how?” You ask. Desperate to do anything to calm yourself.
You hear shuffling from where Nicholas was before you feel his cool fingers on your hip bone. He’d taken off the latex gloves and was now rubbing your skin with his own. “Relax, we’ll take good care of you.”
/•᷅•᷄\੭
And that’s how you ended here.
“Fuck, so beautiful,” Yuma says in between pecks. His cold hand reaches down to your shirt, where it just slips in naturally through the open gap. His cold fingers graze your stomach, causing you instant shivers. He reaches your tits where he gropes them, hard. Yuma’s fingers are grazing over your nipple, which makes you gasp.
Yuma pulls back just enough for a string of saliva to draw between you two. “Nipple piercings?” He lets out a chuckle, “And you’re too nervous for a tattoo? Picking and choosing our battles, huh?”
High of kisses, all you could do was nod and whimper. Your breath hitches as you feel a cool breeze graze your clit. Both Yuma and you look down to see Nicholas crouched down. “Pretty, aren’t they? They’re my work, my masterpiece.” Yuma rolls his eyes at his words.
Nicholas looks up, his face centered right in between your legs. You both watch as he gives you a sly smirk before he lowers his head, tongue sticking out, and he licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy. “A-Aah…” You wince.
Nicholas lets out a dark chuckle that sends chills down your spine, the vibration of it vibrates against your clit. Your hands automatically fly to his head, your fingers intertwined with his hair. Nicholas’ tongue explores your folds; the sounds are obscene.
To your right, Yuma pouts. “No fair,” you’re not given a chance to question him as your shirt is pushed up, past your tits, freeing them from their confinements.
You maintain eye contact with Nicholas for a moment, his pupils wide and blown as he makes out with your cunt. His dark eyes watch for your every reaction, the way you bite down on your lip, how your head gets thrown back from pleasure.
Nicholas curls his tongue in between your folds, which causes your back to arch, giving both Yuma and Nicholas a better angle.
Yuma’s lips attach to your right nipple, his tongue laps the cool metal bar, feeling how your soft nipple hardens in his mouth. He hums, pleased at how the metal feels against his tongue.
“Taste so fucking good,” you hear Nicholas say, muffled, but your ears picked up on it.
There was movement before you feel your hips get pulled forward, and Nicholas is deeper, his head angled in a certain way that makes you release a loud moan. “Oh fuck—” you attempt to push him, but it’s useless.
He chuckles against your messy pussy and shakes his head, continuing to attack your clit with his nose that keeps brushing past it.
Yuma is the first to break off from you; his lips are swollen, and his eyes are blown wide. What he does next surprises you for a moment. The blond man grabs a fistful of Nicholas’ hair and yanks his head up just enough that he detaches from you.
Displaying his saliva mixed with your cum, you watch as Yuma’s eyes glance over the latter's face before he wipes his index and middle finger where your mixed juices lay, lathering his own fingers with the slick before bringing it to his mouth—but not before he turns to you, forcing you to hold eye contact with him, watching as he inserts just his index finger in mouth.
You see the way his muscle moves inside his mouth, lapping the finger, cleaning the slick off. When he takes it out, a juicy, wet pop echoes in the room. Both you and Nicholas are watching him with curious and fucked out eyes.
Yuma brings the other finger up to your mouth, “Say ah.” He gestures for you to open your mouth. Mindless and too much in bliss, you open your mouth wide. He inserts his finger inside your warm mouth. Automatically, your plump, glossed lips close around his middle finger, sucking on it gently as you stare at him with wide eyes.
Yuma couldn’t help but let out a whine as he watched you suck on his finger, “Fuck…that’s it, taste yourself…”
Below you, Nicholas whines from the lack of attention, so he breaks away his gaze and gets up. You turn at the sound of clothes ruffling and a belt being unbuckled.
Yuma smirks, knowing what his friend was up to. Yuma grabs your chin forcibly, but not with much strength. His touch was gentle as he turned your head back to him, “Eyes up here, I want you to look into my eyes as I fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”
You clench your thighs at the thought. Nicholas notices this and chuckles, “Needy little thing.” He takes his finger out of your mouth, patting your cheek and drawing a string of your saliva with it as he begins to fumble with his pants.
On the side, Nicholas had already taken off his shirt, along with his boxers, which were thrown somewhere on the ground.
You shift your gaze just in time to see him climbing on top of the chair. He nudges your thighs open, gently caressing them as he folds them upward, giving him enough space to be in front of you.
His sensitive tip rubbed against your folds, teasing you in the worst way possible.
You flinch at the sudden contact, “fuck… please.” You beg.
Nicholas lifts his head to make eye contact with Yuma, who just smirks at him. His lower half is also now bare. Knowing that he wouldn’t get this chance for a while, Nicholas leans down and kisses you. His dick is pressing firmly against your cunt as he puts his body weight on you.
The mess is hungry and sloppy. He’s devouring you without care.
You sigh into his mouth, making your lips part just enough for his tongue to slip through.
When he pulled back, you let out a whine from the lack of contact. Yuma leans in, “Don’t worry, this cock is gonna stuff your mouth to the brim.”
Both of them get into position, and they move like they’ve done this countless times. It’s like they practiced this beforehand.
Yuma cradles your head gently, turning it towards him.
His cock is hard and red. The tip stares at you, and all you want to do is kiss it better. Precum dribbles onto the black chair.
You feel Nicholas spread your folds as he jerks himself one last time, lining himself up with you, coating himself with your wetness. He’s gentle, for a moment, your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape, and Yuma sees it as an opportunity to push his cock into your mouth.
Contrary to Nico, he pushed it fully in one go. You let out a muffled sound as you weren’t given time or a warning.
Nicholas’ tip starts to push past your lips, just when you feel it go deeper, inch by inch. You close your eyes. Feeling it was too much for you to handle.
Yuma and Nicholas both feel this. Your pussy clenches around Nicholas, getting a deep groan out of him, and your mouth spams against Yuma’s.
They’re both experiencing different, yet similar bliss.
Nicholas’ hands grab your waist, hands wandering down your hip bones where he presses down, “Oh god, so fucking tight.” Nicholas bites his lip. His touch is strong, and you feel his fingers digging into your skin as he bottoms out completely.
He gives himself a little bit of time to get used to you, or else he swore he would’ve come right there and then.
Yuma has started to slowly push in and out of your mouth. With each slow thrust, your body shakes slightly, making Nicholas’ dick slowly slip out of you. “So perfect,” You hear Yuma say as you finally open your eyes, looking up at him with that oh-so-perfect look.
Yuma gulps, the way your eyes, so full of nervousness and hunger, stare up at him. He had to do everything in his power not to cum in your mouth.
Nicholas finally starts moving; his pace is slow and steady. As he rolls his hips forward and back, he throws his head back at the amount of pleasure.
You feel like you’re overly stuffed to the point where you see stars. Yuma’s thrusts in your mouth start to get rough. Nicholas speeds up, too, gripping your hips as he pounds into your wet cunt.
Neither of them was holding back now. Your tits were bouncing freely as they pounded into you. Nicholas noticed they were untouched, so his hand reached up and gripped it. He holds it as he fucks into you.
The vibrations of your moan make Yuma whimper. He’s thrusting into your mouth at an unforgivable pace, and saliva coats his dick. He looks down to where you and Nicholas are connected, something about the way his friend’s cock disappeared into you, then popped out with cum painting his pelvic bone, making him get closer to the edge.
Nicholas, too focused on making you and himself feel good, doesn’t notice the way his friend is looking at you two.
Only when you start to squirm underneath him does he bring his focus back on you, accidentally looking at his friend’s face, who is too focused on you both to notice.
Nicholas laughs, “You fucking freak,” Yuma breaks eye contact and looks up at Nicholas, giving him a sly smirk, shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh fuck, I‘m so close…” Yuma says.
His words are what make you realize you’re also falling close to the edge. Your hand reaches up, trying to find anything to ground yourself with. It comes back with Nicholas’ hand on your tit, and you just hold on to it.
Yuma freezes, his head gets thrown back as he pushes in one last time, a deep grunt leaves his throat. It’s half broken, but he stays still as he feels a spurt of cum paint your moan.
Nicholas wasn’t far either. He glanced up at his friend, gulping for a moment, looking down at you. You looked fucked out and needy.
Yuma remains inside your mouth for a moment, and you can feel the way his dick twitches against your mouth as he gets the last drops out.
When he pulls out, you feel your jaw ache, but you close your mouth and swallow. Yuma watches as you swallow his cum without him having to say anything. He smirks, “Such an obedient girl,” and when you open your mouth, darting your tongue out to show him that you truly had swallowed every last drop, he couldn’t help but smile and lean down. Capturing your lips in a deep and messy kiss, not bothered by the fact that he could taste himself on your tongue.
“So cute,” Yuma says at last, caressing your cheek, then moves to clean himself up.
Your walls clench around Nicholas’ cock, moving your complete attention towards him. He’s staring you down already, “Hey,” he says.
Shyly, you reply, “Hi.”
Nicholas grabs your hips, pulling you closer, “You close, angel?”
You nod, pouting your swollen lips. “Me too, I'm so fucking close.”
He pounds into you for a few more seconds before you feel that familiar knot in your stomach.
Nicholas’ thrusts have begun to grow sloppier as well. Your walls tighten around the fat of his head when he pulls out, he hisses, “A-ah, do–do that again.”
Yuma comes back, pants pulled back up after cleaning himself, and stands closer to Nicholas now.
“Listen to what he’s asking you to do, doll. Be a good girl just like you were with me, hm?” All you could do was nod.
Yuma wasn’t all that finished with you. To edge you more, he put his hand between where you and Nico were connected.
His fingers find your clit, and immediately, you get the sensation of overstimulation. You attempt to push his hand away, “No–no, stop, I c-can’t.. ‘s too much.” But Yuma just laughs, sharing a look with his friend before he starts to rub circles on the bundle of nerves.
You hiss, feeling your walls spasm on Nicholas’ cock. You throw your head back at the double action. You let out a loud moan, squealing as they both increase their speed, arching your back off the chair.
Nicholas’ pace is brutally fast, pounding into you with ruthless thrusts, hitting your gummy walls deeper and harder.
Nicholas moans as he puts one hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down to feel himself move in and out. “Shit. Taking me so well… so deep, fuck.”
Yuma smirks and rubs harder. The feeling is sensational, and they can both tell you’re close. “Gonna cum? C’mon, come on his cock…be a good girl.”
It felt like that was all you needed to break. You felt yourself burst, that big bubble in your lower abdomen burst like a balloon.
“That's it…such a good girl,” Yuma whispers to no one in particular.
Nicholas starts panting. You coming undone sent him over the edge. He felt the way you squeezed around him, making him groan and do one final, deep thrust into your cunt. “Cumming cummingcumming…ngh.”
You feel Nicholas’ warm cum fill your pussy up to the brim. It felt like too much. He stilled inside your cunt, waiting for his breathing to regulate, all while his hips twitched, unintentionally thrusting his cum further into your gummy walls.
Yuma giggled, “Wasn’t this one fine evening?” He moved closer to where your head was, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. His hand brushes your baby's hair that clung to your sweaty forehead.
He looked back at Nicholas, who was straightening up and pulling out, “I think we’ve found a regular client for life.” The blond turned back to you. “Ain’t that right pretty? We took the nerves away, huh?”
Nicholas snorts at his friend and his teasing, watching as you turn away, embarrassed. “Consider the tattoo free. After all, I think we’ll be seeing you around more often.”
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HELLOOO im free from finals officially 🙂↕️ gonna continue working on requests tonight :3
sorry i kind of disappeared.. o(╥﹏╥)o its finals week rn & i’ve been super busy but i promise ill get to everyone’s requests soon :3 some stuff might not be super long, just depends on how i feel when writing
also ! just updated my rules/info, but i will not be writing any full smuts about taki. i’ve seen him since iland, and i just dont see him that way. im willing to write suggestive stuff at most, but nothing too explicit /ᐠ ◞ ᆺ ◟マ

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good luck charm ⌗ 𐔌rockstarbf!y.nakakita x f!reader𐦯
synopsis : after you began to date your rockstar boyfriend, Yuma, it appeared that you had become his good luck charm for everything. he needed you by his side as his group became successful around the world, he was convinced that you were his luck and he wasn’t letting you go.
warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w little plot. switch!yuma, sub!reader. quickie. p in v. unprotected sex (don’t lol). cumming inside (again don’t). slight mommy kink. begging. slight praise kink. name calling (brief). keeping cum inside. panty stealing. size kink (maybe?).
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dreemxz note: i forgot condoms exist when i wrote this during midnight sorry. originally was rockstar!nico but rockstar yuma mmm 🤤. if i missed any tags lmk pls! requests are also open if anyone is interested! proofread but there may be errors.
“Yes, baby, I’m almost there. Traffic is crazy, but I’m pulling into the artist parking area.”
Your boyfriend, Yuma Nakakita, was in a band, and tonight they were going to have their first performance after their recent album dropped.
You were on the phone with a panicked boyfriend, and he was worried you might miss the time slot of wishing him good luck.
Ever since the two of you started dating four years ago, you have become his good luck charm when it comes to music.
“Can you hurry up? The opening artist is almost done with their setlist, we’re on in less than thirty, baby.” You shift the car into park, grabbing your belongings along with your badge.
“Listen, I’ll find my way to you, but I gotta go, I have to hurry through security, or I’ll miss you.” Yuma sighs at the end of the phone.
“Okay, fine, I love you.”
You giggle, “I love you too.” And with that, you end the phone call and speed walk towards security, behind them stands one of the crew assistants whom you immediately recognize.
You wave at her, and once you're through security, you’re quick to join her side. “How much time is left?”
“24 minutes and 45 seconds,” she says, not once glancing at her watch. You smile at her as the two of you speed walk through the backstage hallways.
In just three minutes, you finally arrive at your boyfriend's makeup room. The assistant pushes the door open for you, giving you a tight smile as you pass her.
Yuma was pacing the room the second you stepped in, guitar pick turning over and over between his fingers. The anxious expression on his face vanished almost instantly when he saw you.
“There you are,” he breathed, crossing the room in three long strides.
Before you could even answer, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face into your neck. The familiar scent of cologne, sweat, and hairspray clung to him. The unmistakable smell of success.
Yuma leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes still buzzing with nerves despite the smile tugging at his lips. Outside the room, the muffled roar of the crowd vibrated through the walls.
“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “Every big show, every album, every stupid audition before we even made it anywhere… You were there.” His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I can’t go onstage without my good luck kiss.”
You grinned. “Ah, so that’s why you date me.”
He kissed his teeth, playfully rolling his eyes. Yuma turns around, eyes locking in on the staff spread throughout the room. He steps back a little, clearing his throat. “Can we get a moment alone?”
The staff nod their heads as they finish tidying things up before slipping out of the door. The only one who lingered was Han Kya, his manager. “Fifteen minutes. No more.” She gives you both a stern, mom look before she closes the door behind her.
As you turn back to face Yuma, a surprised yell leaves your lips. Yuma pulls you against him, your chest pressed up against his as he leans down to be eye level with you.
“What are you—” you’re cut off by Yuma pressing his lips onto yours. Engulfing you in a rushed kiss. You moan against his mouth, reciprocating the kiss with the same level of eagerness.
Your hands go up to his chest to stabilize yourself. His fingers dig into your sides as he pulls you closer to him, not wanting to let you go.
With a loud ‘pop,’ you push him off of you, forcing him to take a deep breath.
“Yuma—”
He ignored his name, attempting to lean in once again, but you dodge his face before his lips can connect. “Stop. We don’t have time for this, baby.”
His pupils are blown, and dopamine radiates from his body as he locks eyes with you. Yuma pouts, grabbing your left hand that was on your chest and lowering, making you feel his boner.
“Can’t you feel how hard I am, p-please… a-ah.” He hisses as your palm grazes his clothed sensitive tip.
You chew your lip, unsure whether to give in or not. “Please… I'll be good… so good for you.” Yuma gives you those sweet puppy eyes you can never resist.
For having cat-like characteristics, your boyfriend just had to have the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.
You suck your teeth, glancing off to the side. Yuma presses your hand harder onto his bulge. Slightly grinding on your hand.
“We only have thirteen minutes…” You try to keep your cool, but deep down, you know you’ve already given in by not pulling your hand away, and he knows it too.
“Please… mommy,” Yuma begs, hips jerking into your hand as he shamelessly grinds against you. “We’ll be quick, so quick, ‘m so hard… so s-sensitive.”
Your eyes go back to his face; it’s the most endearing look ever. His cheeks are slightly red; you don’t know if it’s from the blush or how bad he’s turned on.
“Be quick… okay?” He didn’t respond to you as he suddenly yanked your hand and pulled you to the couch.
He gently pushed you down as his lips connected with yours. You whimper against his lips as he softly lies on top of you.
Yuma spreads your legs open with his knee, you give in easily, all the doubt you had quickly washed away with pleasure as his knee slipped up to your cunt, pressing it slightly and adding pressure.
“Fuck…” the room is filled with wet, sloppy, kissing noises. Heavy breathing fills the air as Yuma begins to pant.
Your hand goes down to his pants, and you begin to unbuckle it with one hand. Yuma takes notice of your struggle and helps you out by taking it off himself—reaching into his back pocket to pull out something.
He stands, giving you a quick kiss as he quickly works his way out of his pants, along with his boxers.
You’re quick to silently thank yourself for wearing a skirt and not pants as you lift your hips, slipping your lacy red underwear down your legs.
You move to throw the lingerie to the floor, but Yuma catches it before it touches the floor. “Wha—”
Yuma is quick to swiftly shove the panties into the back pocket of his jeans, then throws the material down to the floor, crawling on top of you again.
His cock is hard and sticky against your bare thigh, “fuck… need you so bad.” You make a weak attempt to grind your hips against him.
He chuckles, “Patience, baby.” Yuma pushes your black mini skirt further up your body. The soft material bunches up at your waist, and now your freshly shaven pussy is on full display.
Yuma sits back on his heels, quickly admiring your sex. Four years of having you by his side, four years of being able to fuck into you, and still, he’s amazed.
“ ‘s so perfect…” his words slur as he grips his cock, jerking himself off to spread the pre-cum down his length as lube.
Yuma knows every inch of your body, from the inside out. He doesn’t need to worry about prepping you beforehand. He knows it by just observing your glistening pussy, a small bubble from your slick forms, popping in seconds as you clench around nothing.
“Put it in…p-please.” You beg, words half slurring as you tug his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer.
He doesn’t argue and allows you to bring him closer, his hand still pumping his aching cock. You feel his cock nuzzling your slit, once, twice, coating both of your sex with each other's slick.
Yuma puts his hand on the armrest for support as you open your legs wide for him. He lines himself up, spreading your cum up to your clit, then comes back to your seeping hole where he pushes in slowly, the stretch is overwhelming. You feel every inch intruding into your cunt, merciless.
Your mouth opens wide in pleasure, forming a silent ‘O’ with your lips as you try to remain quiet, remembering that there are more people outside.
Yuma bottoms out with a whiny moan. His breath fanned over your ear as he tried to catch his breath. Your chest is moving up and down as you get accustomed to the size. He’s still for about thirty more seconds before you nod your head–giving him the go-ahead.
Yuma pulls out a bit, pushing in and out of your pussy at a slow speed. Your hands fly to his back, embracing him as you start to let out small moans that only reach his ears.
“S-so tight, baby, c-can never get enough of this p-pussy…” Yuma speeds up his thrusts. Your eyes travel down to where you're both connected, lifting your head from the headrest just slightly to where you’re able to see his lean cock disappear into your pussy.
You bite your lip, biting back a moan. You cunt flutters around the head of his cock, squeezing him just enough for a moan to slip out of his mouth.
“Fuck… you feel that?” His next thrust is slow and deep, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you begin to see stars. “Huh? Feel how d-deep I-I am? Fuck…my good luck charm. All spread out…not afraid t-to get caught. S-so d-dirty…” he thrusts deeper, hips grinding against yours, your sensitive bud brushing against his pelvic bone, making you shudder and moan a bit louder.
“Fuckfuckfuck…yes—oh fuck—so deep, so deep!” Yuma brings his hand up to your chest, pulling down your matching tube top. His eyes widen as he’s only now realizing you aren’t wearing a bra.
“Dirty s-slut. Walking ‘round the whole s-stadium like a w-whore. Nngh. Am I-I not enough?” You shake your head.
“No…no…you’re enough.”
It was like the realization sparked something in him as he violently began to rut into you. Not leaving you with any time to get used to the speed. Your tits bounce up and down, moving in the same space as his ruts.
“Feel so good…”
“Yum–” the speed is unforgivable, by now you stopped caring, your mixed moans fill the air, and you’re sure anyone passing by would be able to get an idea of what was going on.
Your walls clamp down on him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, a weak attempt to match his speed. Your head tosses to the side. Yuma quickly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t look away. Look at me, please look at me with those fucked out eyes. F-fuck…” Yuma is drilling into you, and it’s starting to become something you can’t handle.
You feel the way the knot in your stomach threatens to break. “Baby—gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck—please, can’t no more…” you cry out, overwhelmed.
Yuma leans down to kiss you, his hand going down to your nipple, twisting and pulling at it to add to your pleasure. The messy and hurried, but it muffles the loud moan you let out as he gives you that final thrust that tips you over the edge.
“Cum for me,” Yuma says in between kisses, “Soak me. Please, mommy…been so good to you,”
The name does it. Your orgasm crashes through you as you moan into his mouth. “Fuck…thank you…nngh…”
You feel wrecked. You’re sure you looked so fucked out, skirt and tube top both bunched up. Your cum begins to leak out as Yuma continues to move in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm.
It’s not long before you feel his thrusts grow sloppy and weak, and soon, he’s growling in your ear as he reaches his own climax. He stays still as he pumps his heavy load into your aching pussy. Your walls flutter around him as you feel the warm liquid start to intrude on your gummy walls.
“Fuuuckkk!” Yuma pushes in deeper, burying himself further into you as he grinds two more times, ensuring none of his cum leaks out of you.
Once he’s sure he’s emptied every single drop of his thick, warm cum into you, he finally pulls out. Following it with a guttural moan. A thick and creamy mixture of both your juices and seed began to slowly seep out of your cunt. He sees it as he sits back, possessive eyes watching intensively as it leaks out of your gaping hole. The mixture trails down your bare thighs in white streaks.
You're breathless, spent from the quick fuck.
Yuma is the first to move, hopping off the couch and heading to the vanity, where he collects Kleenex tissues. He wipes off the excess cum on his length and tosses it in the garbage. He collects his boxers and jeans when he comes back to you, putting them back on.
“Up,” You weakly move from a lying down position to sitting up, until you’re standing.
Yuma comes forward, his hand comes down on your pussy as he cups it, caressing it for a second. “Don’t let a single drop fall out, okay?”
“But—”
He shuts you up with a small touch to your sensitive clit. “When the set finishes, I want you back in here. If there’s any slick on your thighs, I’ll punish you so bad, I’ll make sure my name is engraved in that pretty little head of yours.”
When you don’t respond, he stimulates your sensitive bud one more time. “Yes, sir.”
Yuma smiles tightly and lets go of your pussy. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the cum off his hand. He then pulls your tube top back up, but not without kissing your breast first, then lowers your skirt.
You give him a confused look, “What about my underwear?”
Yuma taps his pocket, “Keeping it here, it’s mine.”
Your thighs ache, and they feel sticky as you switch your weight from one foot to the other. “How am I supposed to keep your cum in me? Come on, baby.”
He doesn’t give you a response as a knock on the door interrupts the two of you.
You fix your hair and make sure you look as presentable before Yuma announces they could come in.
Kya opens the door, “We’re on in 5. Come on.” She pauses to look between the two of you, giving you a suspicious look before her face twists into disgust. “Disgusting.” And with that, she walks back out.
You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the older woman’s reaction. Yuma rolls his eyes and brings you closer. He plants a small, delicate kiss on your lips. Completely different from what he had just done to you.
“Gotta go, but remember, don’t let a single drop fall or else…”
You swallow thickly, nodding your head in understanding. Then, with a faint smirk, he kisses you once more. “Thanks, my good luck charm.”
With that, he walks out of the room, leaving you speechless and sore from the quick fuck.
Movement outside startles you; staff are rushing around the hallways. “Hey,” someone noticed you standing in the room, looking flushed. “Are you okay? You look a little sick.”
You compose yourself, “Of course, it’s just a little hot in here.”
The woman puts her hand inside the room, feeling the temperature, “but the AC is on full blast…”
You clear your throat, “right…haha…” She gives you a weird glance before she slowly walks off, and you couldn’t help but bury your head in your hands from embarrassment. Of course, your boyfriend had to leave you in the room by yourself after fucking you mercilessly, filling you up with his load right before his show.
🏷️ : @wenology
friday night ( nicholas wang x reader x nakakita yuma )
summary: the night started out like any other friday with yuma and nicholas; a frat party full of loud music and an over consumption of alcohol. what you didn’t expect was for you and your two best friends to finally cross the line you’d all been pretending didn’t exist.
warnings & tags: smut, all under the influence, threesome, porn w very little plot, p in v, member x member, unprotected sex & cumming inside (pls wrap it), pet names, cum eating, slight overstimulation, slight degradation, oral (m receiving), switch!yuma (if you squint), dom!nico, kissing, creampie. (pls lmk if i missed any!)
word count: 3.2k (3216)
authors note: hi... this is my first time writing smut.. any and all feedback is appreciated! also i do not like frat men ❌❌❌❌ but frat &team 🤤🤤🤤 ALSO not proof read so sorry for any mistakes
the fraternity house is bustling with people downstairs. it’s slowly dying down, but on a friday night, a crowd is to be expected.
just my roommate ⌗ 𐔌roommate!n.wang x f!reader𐦯
synopsis : nicholas wang was the vice captain for the basketball team. it just so happens that he’s also been your roommate for years now, but yet, the two of you have never been particularly close. that was, until nicholas arrives to your shared apartment with bruises on his face, you demand for an explanation only for him to tell you that he was defending you against your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, aka his teammate.
warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w plot. oral sex (f!receiving). p in v. unprotected sex (don’t). cumming inside (no!). small mention of cheating (ex). pet names. hair pulling. breeding kink (if you squint). cum denial. cumeating. overstimulation. degradation. cockwarming. switch!nico (i think). making out (lots). belly bulge. squirting (f). creampie. manhandling. slight praise kink. hickeys.
wc: 6.8k — (6825)
dreemxz note : this is my first time writing smut (EVER). sorry if this isn’t good or like accurate (#virgin sorry guys). please let me know if i miss any tags so i can correct it. proof read but there may be errors (ignore them pls)
You finally finished the project your professor assigned two days ago–you hated his class. He’d treat his class like a boot camp. In time you became starved so here you were, scrolling through your notes; RECIPES on the notes app. You decided to make some pasta–with chicken of course–at first you debated only making some for yourself but with a quick glance at the clock, you realized that it was around the time your roommate came home. Nicholas Wang.
You and Nicholas didn’t get along much, you’d rarely see him in the 2-bedroom apartment you both shared, and when you did, you both didn’t talk much. But since you were feeling kind today, you added more penne pasta to the boiling water in the pot. The seasonings were perfectly lined up in front of you as you cut the chicken breast into small pieces. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, careful not to cut yourself with the big kitchen knife. Right after you finished cutting the pieces you heard the sound of numbers being entered into the digital keypad.
Your head lifts the same moment Nicholas steps into your view. From where you stood you could see the tiredness in his body, the subtle beard growing from days of not shaving. He didn’t notice you at first but when he did he gave you an awkward smile. “Hey, making pasta, you want some?”
Nicholas gives you a tight smile and nods. You nod slightly at him before he walks past the kitchen and toward his room. You watch him walk away, the black tee hugging all of his muscles, the grey shorts decorated with his football team’s logo–a wolf.
Nicholas was the vice captain of the basketball team. He was scouted alongside your friend Jo. You clear your throat and shift your attention back to your dinner. You seasoned the chicken and carefully put it into the pot. You grabbed the lid and covered the pot, reaching for your phone, you set a timer for ten minutes, then you’d check up on it.
You began to scroll through your notifications. A couple of texts from your friends asking if you wanted to bake with her tomorrow. You responded with a simple yes and went to Instagram, liking a couple of stories and commenting on Fuma’s new hiking post. You giggled at Maki’s enthusiasm: “YEAH BROOOOOO AYEEEEEE” “TS IS SO FIRE” “COULD NEVER BE ME.” You knew Fuma would no doubt be embarrassed but appreciated by his friend's comments.
“FUCK!” The sudden manly yell made you jump out of your skin, giving the food a side glance, making sure it was cooking fine, you hurried toward the direction of his room. The thought of knocking didn’t even cross your mind as you swung the door open.
“Are you–” You paused your sentence, too stunned to speak. In front of you was Nicholas leaning against his dresser, his head thrown back slightly, panting. But now his full, undivided attention fell on you. He wasn’t just against his dresser. He was almost fully unclothed. The only piece of clothing was a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that hung way too low.
You swallowed, a thick lump of spit traveled back down your throat, and your eyes trailed down his figure unintentionally. There have been many times when you have seen Nicholas walking around aimlessly with just a towel hung loose on his waist, but this sight in front of you made you hungry.
He straightened up, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and lock eye contact with him. You refused to look anywhere else. You cleared your throat. “Hm–Are you–Are you okay? I heard your yell.”
Nicholas takes a second to respond, “Uh, yeah, sorry to scare you. I just–” He turns his body toward you, giving you a full view of his defined abs. You refused. You couldn’t move your eyes anywhere other than his face, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “I’m frustrated.” You beckoned him to continue. “The coach decided to bench me for two entire games.”
“What?”
He nods, “Yeah, uh,” Nicholas scratches above his eyebrow, “I kind of got into it with Sunghoon.” Ah, him. You swallow hard at the mention of him.
Curiously, you ask, “Why?” Be careful to approach him with the question as you cross your arms in front of him. You look at his face for a second, and that’s when you notice he has a cut on his lip and his eye is sort of red. You gasp, immediately throwing yourself his way and cupping his face with your cold hands.
Nicholas winces at the coolness, but also the pressure. He hisses, and you remove your hands.
“Shit, Nico. What the fuck did he say? Did he say anything about you or the gro–” Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.
“You. He brought you up.” You took a step back, arms flopping to your sides.
Sunghoon Park was your ex-boyfriend for two years. You thought you two were endgame–a wedding, a house, and kids were all in your books. But, to him, your relationship was a silly game. For an entire year, he made you out to be a fool and made you believe he truly was the one for you.
Except he made it clear the day you had to stay out late in the campus library.
You had finished earlier than expected, and as you walked back to your dorm, you saw him hand in hand with another girl. Then you watched as he leaned down not just to peck her lips–no, he gripped her waist, like he did to you, put her hair behind her ear, as he did with you, and he kissed her with desperation–like he couldn’t live without her. All like he preached to you.
You blink up at him. “The fuck?”
Nicholas looked down at you with remorseful eyes. “Yeah, asshole decided to bring you up out of nowhere.”
You gulp, crossing your arms. “What did he say?”
“It’s better if you don’t know. Asshole’s like him can never keep their mouths closed.”
You huffed, “You’d think I would be the one to still talk about him, but it seems he’s still butthurt I did it in front of the entire team.” You shift your weight from one foot to another, completely forgetting that Nicholas was almost naked in front of you.
Without thinking, you reached up and lightly touched the corner of his lips. His head jerked back instinctively with a wince. “Shit, sorry. Let me help you.” Nicholas immediately shook his head.
“No, it’s fine. I can do it myself. But I have to take a quick shower first, so…” Nicholas now seemed aware that he was just standing in his boxers. “If you’ll excuse me…”
You cleared your throat, rapidly blinking, “right, sorry. I’ll be in the kitchen…if you need me.” You don’t let your eyes leave him until you’re out of the room.
You make it three steps down the hall before your composure cracks.
“Get it together,” you mutter under your breath, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead like that’ll reset your brain. It doesn’t. You inhale sharply and push into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the aggressive sizzle of your pot. “Oh shit.”
You rush to the stove and turn down the fire, lifting the lid completely to examine the food. A cloud of steam hits your face as you grab a utensil to stir the food. Once everything is fine, you let out a big sigh, gripping the counter as if it’d run away from you.
“This is Nicholas,” you whisper. “You barely talk. He’s just your roommate. That’s it.” Except it doesn’t feel like just that anymore. He defended you even if you weren’t close. He probably left your ex in a worse condition than he was in.
The sound of the shower turning on echoes faintly from down the hall, but that makes everything worse.
You busy yourself quickly, draining the pasta, seasoning the chicken again, tossing everything together, as if muscle memory can outrun your thoughts. By the time you’re done, you’ve plated two bowls without even realizing it.
You move them towards the kitchen table and set them up. “Not gonna lie… it smells really good out here.” Your grip on the bowls tightens before you turn around.
Nicholas stands there, hair damp, a loose gray shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, fresh sweats sitting low on his hips. You gulp and look away, tugging at your collar aggressively.
“Thanks. But now eat so I can clean your wounds.”
For the next fifteen minutes, the two of you ate in silence. There was an unspoken tension that you could both feel. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but it was there.
Nicholas had long finished his food, just minutes before you did. Once your fork hit the bowl, he sprang up and took the bowl before you could say anything.
You were still chewing your food when he did that, so you immediately coughed as you forced the food. “What the hell? You scared the shit out of me.” He ignores you. He just takes your bowl like it’s the most normal thing in the world and walks it over to the sink, stacking it with his.
“You eat slow,” he mutters, turning on the faucet.
You scoff, grabbing your cup and taking a quick sip to recover. “Or maybe you eat like someone’s gonna steal your food.” A quiet huff leaves him.
The water runs as he rinses the bowls, his back facing you. The gray shirt clings more now around his shoulders, damp in places, and you hate that your eyes linger for even a second longer than they should.
You look away. Again.
Once he’s finished, you don’t give him time to argue as you take his hands and lead him into your room, heading straight for your bathroom.
He’d been here once or twice, the nights you’ve come home absolutely hammered after a night out at the club, you had stumbled your way inside the apartment, and he had managed to drag you to your room in the dead of night. But seeing it during dawn felt different.
Even if he’d been your roommate for a long time, he had to admit, he didn’t know you that well. You get first aid things from your cabinets before you turn over to look at him.
“Come,” you say, sitting on the bathroom counter. “I said I’d clean your wounds.”
Nicholas glances over at you. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” you cut him off, “Sit down.”
There’s a brief pause before he listens to you and awkwardly sits on the counter. He watches as you fiddle the cap to the ointment, and the first aid kid you set it down on the counter next to him, opening it with more focus than necessary. You slowly start to apply stuff to his lips. Your hands are colder than usual, Nicholas hisses as your hand cups his cheek. “Don’t flinch,” you mumble.
“I didn’t flinch,” he replies.
You don’t look up from his lips as you reply, “You literally hissed.”
“Because your hands were freezing.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing.
You roll your eyes, scooting closer. In correspondence, Nicholas spreads his legs wider, and you tilt his chin slightly with your fingers. “Yeah, well, deal with it.” You hadn’t realized your position yet. He was on the bathroom counter with you standing between his spread legs, leaving you no space to move freely.
You hadn’t noticed, but he had.
His breath hitched the moment you had scooted closer to get the ointment on, his eyes narrowing down past your face, accidentally falling on your breasts. The way you were leaning into him and giving him the perfect angle to look into the valley of your breasts made his heart jump.
He quickly looked away, even if his heart was telling him no.
Your touch is lighter now—more careful—as you dab at the cut on his eyebrow with antiseptic. He tenses a little, but stays still, his eyes fixed somewhere on your face.
You try not to notice. You really try, but it’s hard when he’s this close.
When you can feel his breath, steady but heavier than usual. Every time your fingers brush his skin, something in your chest reacts like it shouldn’t. “You could’ve just ignored him, now you’re going to have a black eye and a busted lip,” you say quietly, still focused on his eyebrow.
Nicholas scoffs softly. “Yeah, and let him keep talking?”
You frown slightly. “I don’t care what he says.”
“I do.” The words come out quicker than intended. When Nicholas realizes this, his eyes widen, but they falter when you pause and stare at him. Your hand stills for half a second before you continue, slower now, and look away.
“…Why?” You don’t look at him when you ask.
But you feel it, the way his gaze settles on you again, deeper.
“You already asked me that,” he says.
“And you didn’t answer.” Your wrist is gently caught, and you freeze at the touch. Nicholas’s hand isn’t tight. He’s not forcing anything. Just… holding you there, enough to stop your movement.
You finally look up. He’s already looking at you. “I don’t like the way he talked about you,” he says, quieter now. “Like you were just… something he could mess with and walk away from.”
Your chest tightens. “He doesn’t get to do that, especially when he cheated and lied to you.” Your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out.
“Nico…” you start, but your voice comes out softer than you expect.
His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go completely; instead, his free hand tests the waters. He brings it to your waist, and he watches as you inhale and look down at his hand. Then, it slowly comes down to your hip where he begins to circle your clothes skin with his thumb.
“You deserve better than that,” he adds. Nicholas stares down at you with hooded eyes. His eyes have suddenly switched, turning from a friendly stare to something you couldn’t quite place.
Your heart stutters, but you try to laugh it off, to lighten it, to push it somewhere safer. “You barely even talk to me, and suddenly you’re—what—my personal bodyguard?”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Something like that. I could be, if you really wanted me to.”
You shake your head, but there’s no real bite in it. “You’re stupid.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Probably.” Neither of you moves.
Your hand is still in his, and your other hand is still hovering near his face. You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fine now. It’s just a small cut.”
“Mm,” he hums, but he doesn’t move back, doesn’t let go of your waist or your hand. You should move away and push him off of you. You should, but you don’t. Instead, you stay right there, caught in the quiet, in the warmth of his hand around your wrist, in the way he’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.
You can feel his breath on your face as you flutter your lashes up to him. “Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head as he finally tears his gaze off of you and looks down.
Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, “What?”
Nicholas chuckles, his shoulders jerking, “You make me feel insane.”
Your brows knit together, your heart thudding harder at the way he says it. “How?” you ask, quieter now.
He exhales slowly, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to pull away, but you don’t. His hand is still warm against your skin, his thumb still brushing slow, absent circles against your hip like he forgot it was even there.
“Because I’m trying really hard,” he mutters, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to yours, “to not do something I might regret.”
Your breath catches.
The air shifts.
“What would you regret?” you ask, even though part of you already knows.
His jaw tightens slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. “You really wanna ask me that right now?” he says, voice lower now, rougher.
You don’t say anything. His hand slides a little firmer against your hip, grounding you in place. His other hand finally lets go of your wrist, but only so it can come up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before settling just under your chin.
Your breath hitches.
“Nico…” you whisper, but it comes out like a small whimper. This makes Nicholas’ eyes darken. He never knew such noise could get him this excited.
His thumb tilts your chin just slightly upward.
“Last chance,” he murmurs.
You stare into his eyes as you try to puzzle this, one moment you were just innocently cleaning his wounds, and the next, you’re leaning.
Both of your lips clash like oceans, with desperation and lust. The thumb that had been resting on your chin wanders over to your neck, where he wraps his entire hand around it.
Your lips move on their own, chasing the high you didn’t know you desperately needed.
A moan escapes your mouth as Nicholas gives your neck a small squeeze. The action caused your mouth to open slightly, but it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
His other hand comes to your head, cradling it and digging his fingers in your hair with desperation.
The kiss started to get messier, with his tongue moving against your own, and you felt like you could no longer breathe. With a small push, you disconnected yourself from him, heavy breathing.
His pupils were dilated and filled with hunger, just like yours.
No words were needed to communicate what you both needed next. Nicholas hopped off the counter, completely disregarding the small kit next to him, ignoring how much his face was hurting. All he wanted was to ruin you.
He towered over you, but he suddenly crouched, picking you up and making you lock your legs around his waist.
Luckily, the door to the bathroom had been open, making it easier for him to move into your room, all while he nuzzled his head in your neck, giving you light but sloppy kisses, marking you up.
“Nico…” the more you said his name, the more he wanted to ruin you.
He carefully set you down on your bed, pushing himself up to hover just above you. The gold chain he always wore was peaking out from his neckline until it slipped, dangling over your face.
“Are you sure about this?”
You had never felt more annoyed than now. With a roll of your eyes, you replied, “Just fuck me already.” You pulled him by the chain and kissed him harshly.
He let out a whimper of surprise. You could feel him smirk into the kiss.
Desperate, you put your hands on his chest and flipped him onto his back, placing your legs on either side and locking him in place. Your pussy pulsed as you sat directly on top of his bulge. You could feel the thickness and length, and god, he was huge.
You quickly worked your way out of the shirt you had on, leaving you in just your lacy white bra that covered practically nothing.
Your tits were practically spilling out of the cups. Nico’s eyes automatically fell on them. His mouth watered at the sight. He watched as you leaned over to the bedside table and fished for something. A condom, he assumed.
He wasn’t paying much attention to what you were looking for; his hands came up to your tits like magnets, latching onto them and just holding them. He didn’t massage or squeeze; he just held them there like he couldn’t believe it.
Countless times had he seen you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts he loved, the ones that always rode up your thighs, exposing your bottom. But he’d never seen you in this light, not this close.
When you finally found what you were looking for, a condom, you held it up. He spoke before you could. “Those won’t fit.” He said.
Your eyes widened, “What?”
He sat up, rubbing your skin. “Baby, the condom is too small.”
You chewed your lip as you glanced at the condom and back at him. The heat radiating between you two was hot. “Fuck,” you said.
“It’s okay, we’re already here, cmon, I’ll just eat you out.” As good as the offer sounded, you needed him in you.
You tossed the condom to the side, and his gaze followed. “What are you—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as you pressed yourself further down and rolled your hips. The motion made you both hiss.
He was already so sensitive, the precum had already gathered at the tip, without looking at it, he knew the tip was red and sensitive. “Ahh, fuck, don’t do that.”
You tilted your head, rolling your hips once more, “Why? Scared?” The action made you suppress a moan; you bit your lip as you looked into his eyes.
His gaze darkened, “Y/n.” He warned, squeezing the side of your hips.
“Relax, let me ask you this: have you been tested recently?”
He nods with quickness, “Yes, I’m clean, through and through.” You hummed, content at the response.
“And how long have you been wanting to fuck me raw?” You didn’t get a proper answer as he flipped you onto your back. The action made you yell and let out a laugh. But he wasn’t laughing.
He gestured for you to lift your legs, “Can I?” You rolled your eyes, even though he was about to fuck you raw for the first time, he just had to be a gentleman.
“Yes,” You hadn’t finished the word before he pulled your shorts, along with your laced panties, down your legs. He tossed them to the side, not caring where in the room they landed.
Nicholas was entranced. The sight before him was one for sore eyes. “Holy shit, why have you been hiding this from me?” Nicholas lowers himself until he is eye level with your glistening pussy.
You attempted to close your legs, but that just made him push your legs further, giving him a better view and access.
He leaned in, nuzzling his head just close enough where his tongue flattens against your dripping sex. His tongue gives you one clean stroke, making your stomach flutter, and you flinch. “Oh fuck,” you whimper. Nico repeats the action, a clean stroke from where juices were threatening to spill, up to your swollen and sensitive clit.
He rests his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them further and wider apart for his convenience. You try not to get embarrassed by the vulgar sounds coming from the lower half of your body.
You hear the way your pussy squelches and plaps as the muscle probes your entrance, lapping your juices around. You jerk on instinct, suppressing a moan. Nico notices this and lifts his head, his eyes narrow, sharp, but it’s enough to communicate his thoughts to you.
Weakly, you nod your head in understanding, and with your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth back onto your pussy.
He wastes no time and goes back to devouring. You lay there, your chest heaving up and down like you’d just sprint miles, “Ahh.. fuck, right there!” You grip his hair, tugging it slightly.
Nico groans from the action, which causes a vibration to travel across your pussy, edging you closer. Nico can tell you’re at the brink of cumming.
You miss the way he smirked against your sex, but it’s not long before you feel his tongue detach from your entrance and move higher up to your deprived clit.
Nicholas uses two fingers to spread your entrance wide. He smears the juices further, coating his fingers in your slick until he pushes one in.
Your back arches as you feel it hit deep into your gummy walls, “Fuck!” Nico retracts his finger until just the very tip is inside before he pushes it back in, stretching you open.
Your other hand comes up to your clothed tit, sticking your hand inside your bra, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple.
Nicholas’ attention shifts to your tits for a second, watching as you add more to your pleasure. He takes this as a chance to insert a second finger, really stretching you out. “Oh! Mmm… fuck! Right there! Shit!”
He detaches his mouth from your swollen clit for a second, his hungry eyes looking at you. “Tight little pussy, tastes so sweet…” he says out of breath. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as he scissors his fingers in and out of your gushing pussy.
By now, your comforter is soaked, but so is his face and hands. He won’t complain, though, ever. “Can’t believe I’ve never had a taste before. Always teasing me,” he lowers his mouth, kissing your inner thighs, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss trails.
“Wearing those tight, pajama shorts that covered nothing, prancing around the kitchen like a dirty whore,” Nicholas scoffs, speeding up his movements. You felt the way his fingers hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and your back arch.
You feel that knot in your stomach, the same one you’d feel when you’d finger yourself or fuck yourself with a toy. “Mmm, ‘m so close,” you say, back arching.
“Yeah?” He asks, his movements begin to speed up; he’s determined to make you finish.
You moan, “Fuck, oh shit… ngh, keep going. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You knead your tit with your entire hand now, while the other remains in Nicholas’ hair. You pull at his hair slightly as the familiar coil starts to near.
Nicholas watches carefully as you throw your head back, your mouth opens wide as you gasp for air, “Oh–Oh my…god! Fuck– right there, please, please, let me come.” But it’s then that a flip switches in his head.
You’re unaware of the sudden shift. Only when his fingers leave your aching hole do you wince and whine. “Wha—“ your eyes shot wide open in disbelief and disappointment. You see the sneaky smirk on Nico’s face as he sits up. He maintains eye contact as he brings the two fingers that were inside of you, and puts them in his mouth.
He hums, purrs, at how sweet you tasted. He slurps the juices on his fingers like a lollipop. “Mmm, so sweet.” He taunts.
You sit up, and at the same time, you feel how sticky your inner thighs and pussy were. “What the hell, I was close. Too close.”
Nicholas laughs, but there’s something serious about it. “Changed my mind. Did you think I was going to let you cum just like that? I don’t think sluts like you deserve to cum, do you think bouncing around, with those thin, see-through tank tops wasn’t gonna catch my attention?” His eyes fall on your exposed tits.
“So perfect…” he says to no one in particular. Nicholas leans in just enough to catch your lips in a deep, quick kiss. You kiss him back with desire, arching yourself to him, your front pressing up against his own. You moaned as you felt your covered, hard nipples brush his shirt.
“Take it off,” you quickly unclasp your bra. You watch as he pulls his gray tee over his head, exposing his hard, toned abs.
He sees you swallow thick at the sight. “I’m all yours,” he says, beginning to lower his sweatpants, but your hand shoots out before he continues.
Puzzled, he furrows his eyebrows, but instead of giving him a verbal response, you flip him. Now the two of you are back to how it was in the beginning. The way you sit on him makes your clit rub on his sweats, on his thick and prominent hard-on.
Nicholas puts his hands on your hips, then they trail back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he slaps your ass cheek. He bites his lip as he watches you. Your fingers are trailing his lower abdomen like you’re under a spell. He observes the way you bite your lip as your index finger traces his abs down his happy trail.
A finger slips into his boxer waistband. Teasingly, you play with the fabric as you lock eyes with him. He groans, both impatient and under tension. “Please…” Your ears perk up at the desperation in his voice.
“Fuck…Y/N. Stop teasi-” You cut him off by pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You watch as it springs out, heavy and thick. Your mouth waters at the sight; it slaps against his hard abdomen.
It’s everything one can ask for: the tip, red and swollen, beads of pre-cum falling off, landing on his abdomen. You grasp the base of his cock, watching as his breath hitches at the touch. You lift yourself from his thighs and scoot closer, hovering over his cock.
“Please–please, baby,” his hand tightens at your hip, clawing your sides. You’re sure that was going to bruise later.
You grab his shoulder with one hand as the other guides his cock to your entrance. You feel the way both his pre-cum and yours mix.
Slowly, you begin to sink. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his cock begin to split you open, intruding your insides, “Aah–”. The feeling makes you roll your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.
Nicholas whimpers, hissing at how good you feel. “S…So t-tight. Fuck,”
Both of you moan in sync as you fully bottom out. The tip of his cock kissing the top of your cervix, you could feel the way he twitched inside of you, every vein felt so intrusive and yet so good.
You leaned forward, grasping Nicholas’ face with both of your hands as you placed a rough kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hold back either, placing his hands lower, firmly gripping your bare ass, spreading your cheeks open, and fondling them as he gripped them.
The action made you roll your hip slightly. Nicholas moaned into your mouth, hot and loud. Rocking back and forth, you began to bounce up and down slightly.
Nicholas felt like he was going to cum at any second, the way you clenched around him when you sank on his cock, hissing in pleasure and pain. As you began to bounce up and down, Nicholas couldn’t help but detach his lips from you and attach them to your nipple.
“A-ahh..”
The tip was starting to hit that spot that you knew was gonna make you cum any second, “so b-big, fuck me… fuck… please.” You begged. Nicholas could feel the way your body was starting to slow down, and your bouncing got sloppier to the point where you were just grinding on him.
Taking initiative, he flipped you over on your back whilst remaining inside of you. He pushed your legs up, your heels above your head. But the new angle made you feel everything.
Your glistening pussy was fully exposed to him now. Nicholas looked down to where both of you were connected, and he couldn’t help but pump his cock in once and then twice, watching it slide in and out as it made squelching sounds. A white ring of cum formed at the base of his cock, his eyes traveled back to your face, watching you make fucked out expressions.
He began to pump in and out of your pussy, moaning at the way your tits were bouncing in sync. His hips rolled in desperation. Your gummy walls clenched around him; the stretch in the new position felt brutal.
Nicholas grabbed your hips, snapping them towards his own as he began to rut into you at an unforgivable speed.
“Fuck, fuck, shit baby, feel so good.” He rolls his hips again, letting your legs fall limp, but you quickly lock them around his waist, pulling him closer.
Nicholas buries his face into your neck, sucking on a spot. Marking you as his.
You claw at his back, nails sinking deep into his skin, leaving your own marks on his pale skin. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close. Harder… p-please.” You’re panting hard at this point, sweat forms at the crown of your forehead, and your hair sticks to your face.
“Oh? You want me to f-fuck you h-harder?” He pants, stumbling over his words as he goes deeper—if that was even possible.
Speechless, you could only nod. Nicholas smirks, his gaze meeting yours, “beg for it.”
“Please, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please, I n-need you.. so fucking bad…” You babbled. You were so cock drunk, Nicholas chuckled at you.
He pulled out from you, a thin, long string of slick, dragged out as he disconnected himself from you. The milky white string broke apart.
“Since my pretty girl asked for it,” you felt yourself be moved, your face pressed against the softness of your pillow as Nicholas pushed down the middle of your back, arching yourself for him.
Your ass is up as you feel your head being gently pushed further into your pillow. Without a word, you felt his thick cock slide up and down your pussy, collecting your slick before he gave one push, bottoming out fully.
Your hands flew up to clench the sheets, fisting them as you jerked forward, biting your lip in satisfaction.
“Fuck,” Nicholas dragged out, his hand coming to the curve on your back, pressing you down, angling you wider. “Pussy so tight…all for me.” A deep groan left his mouth as he began to move his hips. With each stroke, you felt like he was splitting you open.
“Tight little shit.” His speed began to increase, and the pleasure increased too. “Look at you,” he rasped, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of you, coated with slick. “Such a g-good little s-slut. Should’ve b-begged me to fuck this p-pussy sooner…” His words were enough to make you clench your pussy tighter around him, moaning louder as your hips were trying to meet his own.
“C’mon, come on my cock,” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he reached down to where both of you are connected, his pointer finger rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you. “Come for me, wanna feel you squeezing ‘round me.”
You make tiny little noises that make him increase his pace. Nicholas uses his free hand to reach forward, wrapping as much hair as he can around his wrist, pulling your hair back. “Oh fuuuck,”
“Aah—please, Nico… baby, I c-can’t. T-too much… ‘m too close.”
“Hngh, me t-too, perfect little cunt. S-swallowing me whole, so perfect, baby.” You’re on all fours now, your hands on the mattress as you try to balance yourself. Your hair is being pulled back, and you couldn’t help but grind and chase Nicholas’ hips.
His abs are flexing with every desperate rut, with every hectic thrust. “Fuuck, where d-do you want me…?”
You gasped as you suddenly started to feel overstimulated with pleasure. His cock kept rubbing the squishy spot inside, making you gasp for air. “I–Inside, fuck, cum inside p-please.” Nicholas’ eyes widened at the request. He didn’t think you’d say that, but he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t like the idea.
“S-shit, so warm, ‘m gonna fill you up,” Nicholas groans. “N–need to s-see you cum.” In a swift motion, he lets go of your hair and rotates you so your back is on the mattress. His arms cage you in as he lies on top of you, drilling into you. Nicholas lifts his body, leaving a tiny gap between the two of you, before his hand goes down to your abdomen, where he presses down. He feels the bulge where his cock is buried inside of you, unable to resist the moan that escapes his mouth as he feels his own hand pushing down. You moan too; it’s too much for you.
You're blinded with pleasure, and tears are swelling in your eyes. “C-can’t hold i–it.” You feel Nicholas’ faint breath ghosting over your mouth.
You wrap your legs around him, locking him in place as you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes as the knot in your stomach finally bursts. Nicholas gives you sloppy thrusts, hissing at the way your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight.
He leans down to kiss you as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Nicholas keeps thrusting into you even when your high is coming down. You moan against his lips, gasping as his thrusts hit deeper into your sensitive pussy.
By now, your juices are spilling out, coating his thick cock like paint, oozing out of you. “Nico—Can’t. No more.” He doesn’t stop.
“Give it to me, c’mon. Come for me a–again.”
It crashes into you. The feeling like you're a water balloon waiting to explode. You’re already soaking him shamelessly, lolling your tongue out only to have him suck it. He sucks your tongue, kissing you vigorously.
You disconnect from the kiss, a string of saliva drags out. “Fuckfuckfuck—Nico, w-wait! I c-can’t.” He doesn’t stop, not even as you plead to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big; he knows he’s overstimulating you. You attempt to push off of you, but he doesn’t budge.
You feel that bubble burst. A thick load of liquid gushes out of your weeping hole; spraying him and your sheets, your eyes widen. “Holy shi– d-did I just p-pee?” You’ve never experienced anything like that, not with your fingers, a toy, not with anybody else.
Nicholas smirks as he feels you squirting all over him, coating his thighs, abdomen, and his cock with your juices.
His cock is bruising your cervix now; it’s ruthless and unforgiving. “Nngh, f-fuck! Comingcomingcomin–” He stills his thrusts, bottoming out completely. Nicholas empties his load into you. A broken sob left your throat as you feel his thick cum paint your walls.
It's warm, so warm. “S-shit. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Nicholas pleads to nobody in particular, “fuuuckk, still cumming—there’s so much, s-shit.”
Your body relaxes, and so does Nico’s. He’s still, securing his cum into you. You make a small ‘oof’ as Nicholas dumps his whole weight on top of you, spent from fucking into you.
The two of you stay still, with his limp cock still buried in you.
Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath. Nicholas lifts his head off your shoulder, wiping the tears that left your eyes. He leans in to give you a small kiss on your forehead, then your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re good.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his poor attempt to calm you down. “Why are you laughing?” He asks, dumbfounded at your reaction.
You shake your head, “Never thought I’d end up fucking my roommate, much less squirting on him.”
Nicholas peppers your shoulder with light kisses, smiling against your skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this. You wanna know a secret?” You glance down at him, shaking your head.
Nicholas smirks as he leans up to whisper in your ear. “Jerked off to the thought of you multiple times, including just a few minutes ago.” He pulls back and watches as you look at him speechless.
“W-what?”
Your mouth hangs open, but you pause as you feel his limp cock start to get hard inside of you once more, twitching and pulsing. “Holy shit, are you serious?” Your walls flutter around him.
“So serious, fuck, I’m hard again.” He cages you in as he lifts his body off, just enough to get a proper look at you.
“I like you, for so long. F-fuck, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow? Hm?”
You hiss at the sensitivity, “Yes, and by the way, I like you too.”
Nicholas’ eyes widen slightly for a moment, then it turns into something dark. His pupils dilate, and he rolls his hips just once, letting you feel his hard length again.
“F-fuck, say you’re mine, never letting you go now. Sweet girl with a sweet pussy.”
You bat your eyelashes up at him, a half moan, a half smiling tugging at your lips. “Yours, ‘m yours.”
Nicholas smirks as he begins to roll his hips with you moaning underneath him. He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking and biting your neck. “My sweet girl.”
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basic info:
i still consider myself new to writing, im open to any critiques!
open to making friends & anons, feel free to send asks
minors pls do not interact w any 18+ content
only writing for &team (for now)
will write: fluff, angst, & smut, f!reader only, some mxm (not the full fic)
won’t write: anything involving minors, scat / vomit, age play, self harm / suicide
extra: due to the age gap i will not write anything between maki and k, ej, or, fuma. i will consider writing fic involving nicholas + maki, but there will be no mxm scenes! i also have been watching taki since iland, so i don’t feel comfortable doing full smuts about him. suggestive requests are fine, but nothing too explicit. for requests, the length will usually depend on how i feel in the moment when writing! if i have enough ideas for a longer fic i’ll write one, and vice versa for shorter works.
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