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A shrill cry greets the dorms on a fateful day. Everyone is up, scrambling to find the source of the sound, heads peeking out of rooms to look at each other with sleepy eyes and bedhead before ultimately deciding to gather in the living room.
Which is where they meet him; Nicholas is on the couch, cupping his head in his hands and everyone is wondering why when he lifts his head and they are all taken aback.
He has longer hair framing his face, his hands holding the strands away from his face, his distressed expression meeting their concerned ones and when he sits up and leans back against the couch, everyone's eyes grow wider.
There, on the grey couch they sit on to game or watch movies, is Nicholas, their member, who just a few hours ago was a guy without huge tits on his chest or curvy hips and long pink hair that cascaded down his back.
Everyone is hovering around him, worried looks on their faces, confusion etched into their features and murmurs rising between them as they ask each other questions that they also have no answer to.
Nicholas can't lift his eyes to meet theirs, he can't even listen to what they're all saying amongst themselves, he can barely hear what is going on in his own mind.
Kei — ever the responsible person, loving and caring and always knows what to say and when to say it — is the first to step up towards him since everyone seems too scared to say or do anything.
He sits next to him, a little space between them but not too far away because Nicholas can feel his warmth — body and soul — radiating off of him in waves.
“Nicholas,” He starts, reaching out a hand to touch his hair. The strands are soft and they slide right out of his fingers when he grabs them. His brows furrow and Nicholas forces himself to look at him. “How did this happen?”
“I don't know!” Nicholas whines and his voice is a little softer too, no longer deep and rumbly. His eyes are shinier and whenever he moves, his tits, unbound by any bra, move with him.
Even without looking at the other members, he knows they're staring at his chest. Heck, he too stared at them with wide and scared eyes when he first saw them a few minutes ago. Why did they have to be large and captivating?
Kei grabs his arm and feels how soft his skin is even though Nicholas kind of had soft skin prior to this. He rubs his hand up and down his bicep, trying to comfort him. Kei squeezes his arm.
“Um.. did you bump into someone recently?” He asks, rubbing his face with his free hand worriedly as he stares at Nicholas' face.
The rest of the members scatter around the room, eyes never leaving Nicholas as they find seats around him. Nicholas dares to look up at the rest who aren't sitting and meets eye first with someone's crotch and an unmistakable boner.
He looks higher up to meet the person's eye but they turn around, pressing a phone to their ear— likely to call the manager — and just from the back of his head, Nicholas already knows it's Euijoo.
He feels a churn in his stomach; maybe at the fact that Euijoo is leaving him in such a dire situation, refusing to even be in the same area as he is, choosing to leave and some super emotional part of him starts to spark up, tears pricking at his eyes. His own best friend is leaving him in this predicament all by himself and it's not fair because Nicholas doesn't even know how this happened.
He says as much to Kei, his voice breaking when he says,
“I don't know, hyung! I don't know anything. Why did this happen?”
Kei pats his shoulder. “It's probably a fan charm. The manager told us about it, didn't he?”
“Yeah.”
“Someone must've stuck it on you when you weren't aware. It's not your fault,” Kei informs him.
That's not Nicholas’ concern. All he's concerned about is;
“But how will I get back to normal?”
That seems to be a question Kei cannot answer on his own and despite looking around to see if anyone could assist him, he ends up just smiling down at Nicholas. “Um, let's wait for the manager to get here, hm?”
“Okay,” Nicholas nods.
The place falls into a complete silence and Nicholas can feel eyes all over his body, everyone staring at him from all parts of the room. Nicholas doesn't look at them, finding comfort in Kei’s hold, the older man holding him against him, arm slung over his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly.
In the midst of the seemingly comforting silence, Maki is the first to break it with a rather loud voice.
“But damn! You've got an amazing rack though.” He says and though not everyone catches what he says in English, the way Nicholas lifts his head away from Kei’s hold and scowls at the younger man, they definitely figure it's a bad thing.
“Maki! Shut up.” Kei says from beside him but Nicholas can hear the younger cackling from where he is seated.
“Why's your hair so long?” Yuma starts and it sort of diffuses the anxious energy in the room, giving Nicholas some semblance of normality between all of them as he lifts his head to look at them. “Girls can have short hair, can't they? So unnecessary.” Yuma tuts.
Nicholas agrees with him. It's definitely an unnecessary added charm to this body. “We could braid it like in Rapunzel.” Harua claps excitedly, beaming at the thought of braiding Nicholas' hair.
Nicholas nods, hoping the plaits will eventually allow him to do normal things without getting in the way.
“I guess it's just the um.. chest and hair then, right?” Kei asks him, careful with the way he words the next question. “Your lower half is fine, isn't it?”
Nicholas didn't bother to check earlier, too caught up and scared of the way his chest bobbed up and down whenever he moved slightly. He had no idea why they were so jiggly or why they had to be this huge either but that had taken his mind off of checking if he still had his dick.
He pulls down the front of his pants from last night and is met with a mound covered in specks of hair — he had shaved his crotch not too long ago — and no indication or feel of an appendage he's been so used to.
He looks up at Kei with shiny eyes and wobbly lips, a little bubble of both fear of never turning back to normal and worry that this is going to change his life forever popping within his chest and making everything around him appear cloudy from the tears forming over his eyes.
“Oh no,” Kei pulls him in for a hug, rubbing his back and caressing his hair.
Off to the side he can hear Maki making remarks about how Nicholas can now relate with any gender and a swat that's definitely from Harua slapping his arm following after.
Euijoo walks back into the room, looking down at Nicholas with concerned eyes and then towards Kei, silently asking for an explanation as to why Nicholas was sobbing into his shoulder but all he gets is a gentle shake of the head from their oldest.
Kei does pat Nicholas' head and mumbles something into his ear to get him to wipe at his face and look up to meet Euijoo's reddened face.
Nicholas stares at him with squinted eyes even though all it ends up doing is making Euijoo redder and rubbing his hand over the back of his head before he moves to the side, waiting for their manager to walk in.
The manager comes in shortly after Euijoo, his breathing labored, probably because he rushed here as soon as he could and there's a crease between his brows from the sight that he meets when he walks into the living room.
He stands akimbo in front of Nicholas who has now stopped the silent crying and is instead sniffling but still letting Kei hold him.
The manager pinches the bridge of his nose and looks off to the side before he looks back at Nicholas. “I told you. I told you guys to be careful in Korea. Nicholas.”
“I'm sorry.” Tears bubble up again in his throat as the man speaks, each word sounding more and more hurtful because as much as everyone is confused, he too is confused and Nicholas doesn't even know why he's crying but he just knows he feels so much emotions all at once and he doesn't know where to chanel them other than into tears.
“It's not his fault, hyung. He didn't know. Don't be harsh.” Kei holds him closer.
The man shakes both hands in front of him, denying it. “I'm not but— it's okay, Nicholas. I'm sorry. We'll um.. figure this out and I'll get you some stuff you can use for the meantime.”
Later, after the manager has told the rest of the boys to control themselves — both from making comments online or even hinting at the fans what was wrong within their group and also themselves around Nicholas since they were hormonal guys living together — and they've arranged for Nicholas to have his own room, Kei walks in with a bottle of water, carefully peeking his head into the room and scanning for the body on the bed.
He walks towards him and hands him the bottle, watching Nicholas sit up and grab it, thanking him and opening it to gulp down half of it in one go.
His eyes looks weary from the crying and he's been avoiding everyone like the plague ever since the scene in the living room but they all probably understand.
They wouldn't know what they'd do either if they were the ones in his position. So they'd given him space for a bit, as requested by Kei, the older man giving them a short brief talk before he walked Nicholas up to his new room.
“When will I get back to normal?” He asks, closing the bottle and setting it down on the bed.
He's still in his oversized gray shirt and the pants he sleeps in and he looks inherently the same but the way his hair falls over his face and the pout on his full lips really accentuates the other feminine features he now has.
Kei sits on the edge of the mattress. “The manager says it only lasts for a month maximum. You can get lucky and turn back in two weeks,” he reaches for Nicholas’ hand and rests his palm over his. “Um.. we'll get you some bras and some panties I guess? Or you could use your briefs. The company will announce a short hiatus for you so just try not to make any public appearances before then, okay?”
Nicholas frowns. This should be something he'd hear from Euijoo seeing as he's the leader and all but it had to be something else entirely if they had to send Kei with details of Nicholas' new schedule and not the appointed leader of the group.
Nicholas wonders what it means for their friendship. Not just Euijoo but all of the other members as well. Especially the ones that haven't said anything about it; Fuma, Jo and of course Euijoo. (Taki had tried to braid a part of his hair earlier and stopped, complaining about how silky his hair was which counts as him saying something about it.)
Nicholas is already so tired thinking about everything so he just closes his eyes for a second.
“Okay. Thank you,” Nicholas mumbles.
“You're welcome.” Kei touches his hair again, something Nicholas already knew was a habit but he has a feeling it's gonna get worse now. He ruffles the pink strands and then lets them fall off his fingers. Nicholas will let him have it. “You make a pretty girl.”
He giggles, the sound surprising him. “Thank you, hyung. You're the only one that's not acting weird about this.”
He chuckles. “Come on. Get some rest.”
The members get used to having girl Nicholas around them pretty easily. Maki doesn't stop teasing him about his boobs, always making a gesture of them in front of him and laughing when Nicholas throws something at him but it's all in good jest.
One time he does it just as the others were leaving for a program and Nicholas threatened to pull up his shirt and walk around the house naked but the older members — Kei — scream and hold his hands away from his shirt until everyone is gone.
They know he's still himself but there are certain parts of his body that aren't exactly him so even if Nicholas doesn't care or doesn't notice how much he's changed, the others do and it affects some of them but they don't say anything about it.
Nicholas also can't tell the difference between what he can or cannot do anymore so it's up to Kei to monitor and ensure he's not risking flashing the entirety of the area they live in when he walks out to the balcony without a bra underneath one of his very cropped tops.
Harua sticks to his earlier plan of braiding his hair, sitting Nicholas down on the ground while he sits on the couch and plaits his hair neatly into two French plaits. Taki tries to help but all he ends up doing is tangling the strands into knots and making Harua and Nicholas tell him off because they had to spend more time detangling the hair and then finishing up the plaits.
Despite having his own room now, every now and then, some of the members come in to keep him company after they've come back from practice or anything publicly recorded and two out of three times, they've managed to walk in on Nicholas standing in front of the mirror hung on the wall with his shirt lifted and he's swaying side to side, watching the movement of his chest and the only thing alerting him that he has company is the shrill gasp the members take in when they see him.
He's told them a lot of times that he'd show them his boobs if they wanted to see it but they'd always cower and assure him they really didn't want or need to see it.
Nicholas would shrug and mutter a, “Your loss,” under his breath and carry on with his day.
It gets tiring though, sitting at home, doing nothing and trying his best not to take a selfie and send to the fans lest they point out something in his appearance that has changed. They always know.
Sometimes he follows the members to practice but they have to sneak him into the building through the back and while that's not entirely enjoyable, it's far better than sitting at home and doing nothing all day and waiting for them to come home.
Sometimes though, Nicholas likes the quiet. Like today; they have an off day, very rare in between their jam-packed schedule but it has given some of the members a breath of air to visit their parents, go shopping or do whatever they wanted to do.
Nicholas, of course, is stuck at home. He's sure all of the members have left for their various reasons as he stumbles out of bed and strides down the staircase towards the kitchen when he stops by the opened door of Jo's room and peeks in to see the tall man laying on his bed, his phone held by one hand and his head propped by a pillow as he scrolls.
“Jo?” he asks, holding the frame of the door and smiling at Jo's small face when he looks up from his phone.
“Hi, Nicho,” he smiles back, sitting up on his bed and shifting slightly towards the wall. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I just woke up,” he says, walking into the room, feet padding across the floor. “You didn't go home? Or shopping?”
Jo takes a little beat to respond, his eyes drifting elsewhere and Nicholas knows it's wandering over his chest but it's not Jo's fault. They're right there. He'd definitely stare too if he was Jo.
It feels a little weird though, standing with a shirt covering his frame and down to his mid thigh because he found it was more comfortable to sleep in boxers than to wear long pants. Jo probably thinks he's naked underneath though so Nicholas does a little movement which raises the hem of his shirt to reveal the checkered blue boxers he'd worn to bed.
It doesn't stop the redness of his ears though; Jo always got too ashamed or shy easily so Nicholas chalks it up to him just being shy of having practically someone new around him.
“I-I didn't want to go anywhere,” he answers after a gulp, his Adam's apple moving slowly with it. He slowly forces his eyes to meet Nicholas’. “Why didn't you go?”
Nicholas stares at him like he's grown a second head. Is he really asking him that? But then again, Jo is sometimes like that, always zoning off to somewhere else when he's being talked to.
He takes pity on him and sarcastically lifts up his boobs by holding underneath them and then letting them drop dramatically with a sigh.
Jo gulps and then blinks rapidly, his eyes fluctuating from Nicholas’ face to his chest that jiggles for quite some time before it settles back down. Jo's face goes a deep pink when Nicholas strides towards him and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Guess it's just me and you then, right?” He asks as he flops back on the bed, his back meeting the sheets and his chest moving with it, a movement he's sure Jo's eyes are fixated on. “Should I order us some lunch?”
Nicholas turns to the side to stare at Jo who — rightfully so — has his eyes on his tits. He reaches out his hand towards him and Jo startles.
“Your phone, Jojo, I wanna order lunch.” Nicholas states and he sees the way the younger man's hair shakes when he nods.
Not that he hands him the phone immediately though, no. Jo takes a second or two to maybe clear his recently accessed apps and maybe even clear his search history like Nicholas even cares.
Eventually, the device reaches Nicholas’ hand and he starts to find the food app and scrolls through it to find what they should eat, even asking Jo for suggestions but the younger man is focusing on leveling his breathing and opening and closing his mouth countless times until Nicholas turns on his side, head propped up with his fist at his temple and he drops the phone in between them.
“Jo?” He calls, tethering the younger man back to earth with the way he jolts a bit when he hears his name. “What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost.”
He means for it to sound like a joke but Jo still looks a little constipated. Nicholas worries he's scared him instead of relaxing him.
Jo breathes out before he looks at Nicholas' face.
“How does it feel?” He asks, biting on his lower lip afterwards.
Nicholas sits up at that. “What?”
“Those.” He makes a boob gesture in front of his chest. Then his expression contorts into one of confusion and curiousity. “Aren't they heavy?”
Nicholas has mentioned a few times how his back would hurt a bit especially after he started going for dance practice with the members but it's nothing he can't handle honestly.
It's been about a week since he got turned so he's holding up pretty well, he'd say but Jo's sudden question has him relaxing his entire muscles and it dawns on him how much more effort he's been putting into sitting upright and trying not to ruin his posture by curving in the direction his chest is dragging him towards.
They've also been hurting a little bit but Nicholas isn't one to complain about things he can manage so he'd never said anything about it. Jo's question though, is still lingering in the air and maybe a little selfish part of Nicholas wants to take advantage of Jo's innocent curiousity and turn it into a self experiment.
He's not tried touching himself in this body. Hasn't even thought about it because he doesn't really know how to navigate down there and hasn't really had the time to watch videos about it.
Besides, it's just Jo, he tells himself as he opens his mouth to reply him. It's just Jo, he can back out at any moment if it gets too uncomfortable but with how Jo is red in the face, Nicholas is half sure he's into it so he knows there might be no backing out between either of them.
“Do you wanna try holding them?” He offers, head tilted.
Jo's eyes go comically wide and he blinks slowly, sitting crosslegged and pushing both arms between his folded legs.
“Is that okay?” He asks, leaning forward a little.
“Of course it is.” Nicholas assures him.
Nicholas is already close to Jo so he just sits with his legs folded under his ass and waits for Jo to easily reach for his chest, perky and waiting to be held.
Jo reaches his hands towards Nicholas, watching his eyes and then his chest but all of a sudden, Nicholas feels it's such a weird position to be in so he tells Jo as much before deciding to rearrange them.
Jo sits back and let's him so what he feels is right. Nicholas shifts towards the taller man, pulling his legs out from the crossed over position he has them in and throws his leg across Jo's thighs, shifting until he reaches Jo's heated face before he plops himself back down, sitting his ass on his thighs, so close to his crotch but giving it a bit of space so the reddened face of the younger man in front of him doesn't explode.
“Okay,” he mutters, letting Jo know it's okay to cop a feel.
Jo's hands reach for Nicholas over his shirt, carefully holding under each breast and lifting it gently, his palm splaying under the soft flesh that gives at every small squeeze Jo gives them as he adjusts holding him.
He sighs out shakily and looks up at Nicholas.
“Wow. Hyung, does it hurt?”
Nicholas nods, looking down at where he can see Jo fondling his tits, squeezing the soft mounds with his large hands.
It feels good too, to be touched like this; having his chest fondled while he pretends he's not noticing the redness spreading across Jo's chest and cheeks.
“Jojo. Can you squeeze them a little harder?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
Jo nods and his hands tighten around each of Nicholas’ breasts, the soft flesh giving under his fingers and spilling between the spaces with how big they are.
“Um, okay. Like this?” He asks and he's so sweet, so careful, doing just as Nicholas asks of him and it feels amazing, the way his breasts feel being touched, the way his nipples stand erect under his shirt and he's only a little greedy but Jo has that look in his eyes that tells Nicholas he wants to be greedy as well but of course Asakura Jo would never make the first move so he does.
“You can— put your hand—” Jo is watching him like he's speaking in tongues so Nicholas grabs both of his hands and slips them under his large shirt, letting Jo's warm fingers grab his breasts firmly before he lets them go and lifts up his shirt, over his head and letting it drop off his arms on to the bed.
“So warm.” Jo mumbles and he's clearly resisting the urge to rest his cheek over Nicholas’ chest, lashes fluttering over his cheek when he blinks.
His eyes are wide as he continues to fondle both breasts in either hand, his eyes staring right at Nicholas’ boobs, perky and milky chest out for Jo's eyes to see. His breasts are so plump, dark brown areolas surrounding hardened nipples that are swollen, puffy and begging for Jo's lips to latch on to them so he can suck on.
Jo squeezes and shakes his wrist, the movement making Nicholas’ breasts move hypnotizingly.
“Yeah. A little harder.” Nicholas' voice breaks off into a soft moan when Jo does as he's told. “Oh.. oh. Just like that.”
Jo pauses midway, hands never letting go, still massaging the mounds. When he looks up, his eyes are shiny, laced with either concern or arousal or a little bit of both, Nicholas doesn't know. “Does it feel better now, Nicho?”
Nicholas can feel his breathing start to pick up just from the sight of Jo and the little break in his voice when he speaks, indicating just how much of an effect he has on him.
It's weird, how comfortable this feels instead of the earlier fear he'd felt before he crawled all over his younger member and pressed his hands to his boobs.
“A little. Feels like there's something inside though.”
And it's true.
Nicholas has felt his chest growing heavier and heavier with each passing day since he got them and he'd searched all over the net asking for why that could be and the only reasons he's gotten were that he could have something building up inside, trying to ooze out through his nipples.
He's tried hunching over the sink in the bathroom, squeezing at his nipples continuously for minutes and nothing would happen, nothing would come out and he'd just be left with sore nipples.
“Is there?” Jo asks, squeezing closer to his nipples, trying not to make it hurt and he pulls at the hardened buds, watching Nicholas' reaction when he winces or covers his mouth with his palm.
He stops after thirty seconds of Nicholas sounding like he was in pain and looks up at the older man, leaning closer to press his cheek over one of his breasts, the sight completely out of a porno and Nicholas feels himself throb where he's seated on Jo's thighs.
“If it's okay, hyung, can I try using my mouth?” He's surprised Jo still has the composure to make a complete sentence even when his chest is rising and falling rapidly and Nicholas can feel the heat emanating from his face on his boobs.
“What?” Nicholas looks down dumbly at Jo's small face, rubbing his cheek over his chest, his mouth grazing the other boob he's not resting on.
“So I can suck whatever it is out.” He says and it's a perfectly reasonable solution to Nicholas' problem so he nods.
“Okay, you can try.”
Jo lifts his head from his chest and lifts the right boob with his hand under it, bringing it up to where his mouth is softly opening to take in the nipple, his warm lips closing over the areola and Nicholas feels a shock jolt through his body when Jo gives a tentative suck to it.
His body hunches over Jo's, Nicholas holding himself up with arms thrown over Jo's shoulders, a hand sliding into the hair on his nape, holding him closer to his chest like a mother would to a child.
Nicholas feels a sting over his nipples maybe from Jo's teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves and then a swipe of his tongue before he starts hearing a soft sound emerge from Jo's throat, the sound rumbling through Nicholas’ chest.
Jo unlatches his mouth with a sigh and glances up at Nicholas while his tongue swipes over the nipple, swirling around the bud, ready to take it back into his mouth.
“Nicho hyung, there's something coming out,” he announces, squeezing the breast in his hand and Nicholas watches as a droplet of something white drizzles down his areola and down to the front of Jo's pants. Jo darts out his tongue and licks the droplet up. “It tastes.. sweet. You taste really good.”
He resumes sucking on the nipple, fingers pinching at the other nipple maybe to encourage it to spill its own spoils.
It stings a bit, Nicholas thinks as he looks down at the fluff of Jo's head, how hard he's sucking on this one specific breast. But he's so in the zone too, eyes slipped close, his breathing hitting the skin of Nicholas's chest and his plump lips covering his dark nipples.
Nicholas is gentle with the way he carefully cups under his breast, gently pulling it out from Jo's warm mouth, the younger man's eyes starting to blink open, making a questioning noise before Nicholas replaces the emptiness in his mouth with his other tit, Jo's mouth opening easily to take his nipple in, suctioning around it and pulling out whatever it is leaking from his nipple.
It feels so good despite the pain and Nicholas can help making small sounds as an indication of that. It's so hot too, how focused Jo is in bringing both relief and pleasure to Nicholas even without him knowing that it feels wrong for Nicholas to ask for more from him.
But it's hard when Nicholas can feel his hardness pressing up against his core and he wants to say something about it, do something about it but he doesn't know if he should, if he's pushing it too far.
He knows Jo wouldn't say or do anything about it either because he's a gentleman like that. And also because he seems too focused on his mouth covering Nicholas' chest to worry about his cock pulsing underneath his ass.
Nicholas rocks forward just to test the waters. Jo doesn't stop sucking on his nipple, if anything, his mouth only suctions harder over his areola.
“Feels so good, Jojo,” he mutters into the space of the room, rocking forward over Jo's hardness pressed against his thigh, the friction dragging over his covered clit sending waves of pleasure all across his body. “Your mouth's so warm. Fuck.” he's slurring in all the languages he can speak and it's clear Jo isn't paying much attention to his words but rather dutifully changing his mouth from one teat to another, making sure he's getting all of the milk — is all Nicholas can think it is — out of his chest.
It feels oddly relieving when Jo pulls his mouth off of his chest, having probably sucked out all of the liquid from each of them, and he goes back to softly holding them, his cheek resting over Nicholas’ rising and falling chest, eyes shiny with arousal.
“Nicho,” he mumbles, eyes closing, hands slipping down to hold Nicholas by the waist, guiding him back and forth as he rubs his clothed pussy over Jo's cock.
His hands are shaky but he's got a firm hold around Nicholas' waist, pulling him forward and letting Nicholas grind down on him before he moves back, a wet patch over the front of his boxers and then he dares to look down, he sees a wetness blooming over the fabric of Jo's pants, right where the tip of his cock is.
Nicholas can feel his breathing turn erratic and it's fanning over his chest. Jo has been nothing but supportive and kind to him all day so the least he can do is reach a hand for his cock and give him a gentle stroke or two, isn't it?
Before he can even think of doing that, think of shifting to get his hand between their bodies, he hears a hitch in Jo's breath, a small sound he wouldn't have caught if Jo's head wasn't on his chest and then his body seizes for a beat, his hand tight where he's holding Nicholas and then he exhales, muscles relaxing, his hands sliding higher from Nicholas’ waist to hug him tightly. When Nicholas chances a look to where Jo's cock is pressed against him, he sees a bigger patch of wetness over the fabric which means—
“Jojo, did you just—?” he runs a hand through his black hair.
“Sorry,” Jo panics, looking up at Nicholas and pulling his hands away from him. “I'm sorry, Nicho hyung, it's just— it felt too good. I'm sorry.”
“It's okay, Jo. I'm not mad. Come here,” Nicholas smiles down at him, pulling Jo's head back down on his chest, an attempt at comforting him, with wide eyes and red cheeks, arms encircling his body.
He reaches for the abandoned phone with Jo's help and scrolls through the app, letting Jo hug him just until the delivery service arrives.
—
Nicholas is a naturally curious person. That cat that got killed by curiosity? Yeah, definitely Nicholas in a different lifetime.
He's always trying to figure out things he didn't know of, trying to learn new things and maybe even incorporate it to his new life.
Which is why he's been surfing the internet, brightness of his phone turned down and his browser set to incognito mode to avoid weird search histories popping up when the members ask to use his phone.
He's curved to one side of his bed as he scrolls through various videos showing how to climax using your fingers, a toy and in some cases, even someone else.
He's seen face sitting videos, edging, nipple play — so many things to choose from but maybe his technique was completely wrong because no matter how he thrusts his fingers inside him, finding that spot that's supposed to make his toes curl and get him to leap over the edge, something he's been trying to do since that time with Jo, he can’t find it, can’t give himself that toe curling pleasure everyone talks about.
He doesn't know what else to do, tired of feeling around, rubbing his nipples raw and just smudging his wetness all over his lips and clit without reaching where he wants to be.
It's frustrating and Nicholas has had enough. He's so tired but he's not giving up. He knows there's one person who should know more about this than any of the others so he doesn't hesitate to meet him in his room, lying on his back, hand propping up his head behind him with his phone pulled away from his face, a squint in his eyes as he looks at the screen.
He looks relaxed, laying there without a care in the world and that should make Nicholas’ nerves feel at ease but staring at his hard earned muscles flexing through his shirt and the way his stomach rises and falls with his breathing only aggravates the pulsing between his legs as he knock shyly on the door and stand by the doorframe, waiting for Fuma to acknowledge his presence.
“Nicholas,” he puts his phone to the side and smiles at him, his warm presence beckoning him into the room. “Come here.”
Nicholas pads across the floor and shimmies towards him. The older man is sitting up on the bed, making space for Nicholas to sit near him.
He's practically beaming at the sight of Nicholas with his hair tucked into a bun that Harua had taken the time to help him put it into and his crop top and volleyball shorts are clinging to his skin as he sits with his legs crossed over each other on the bed next to Fuma's body, the older watching his reaction.
“Are you okay? You look flushed,” he points out the redness of Nicholas’ cheeks and neck.
Prior to this, Nicholas had spent ten minutes writhing on the bed, two of his fingers prodding and pressing inside himself, trying and clearly failing to reach an orgasm.
He's exhausted and he doesn't know what to do so he's here, hoping Fuma does. Fuma always knows what to do. And besides, he's a little more experienced in this area.
“Fuma hyung,” he calls for him, leaning his arms back and propping himself against them.
“Yes, Nico?” Fuma tilts his head sideways, watching Nicholas with a soft smile playing on his lips.
He's always so attentive and careful with everyone. Nicholas thought he'd been weird about him turning to a girl at first but then Fuma was the one always looking out for him whenever he wanted to go out, offering to walk him to the convenience store at the risk of someone spotting them and labelling them as a couple on social media but thankfully, none of that happened.
So of course it's only befitting that now he's here, fidgeting with his fingers and giving Fuma darting glances here and there as he plays with the two strands of hair pulled out of the bun by his bunny toothed stylist.
Fuma doesn't stop blinking slowly, watching Nicholas’ face instead of all the exposed parts of his skin; his milky thighs and his tummy, the crop top threatening to raise and give him a good view of his underboob. He waits patiently to hear what it is Nicholas had to say.
“Do you um.. you're bi right?” He points out.
It's a fact. Fuma had told them as much when Taki had caught him with his tongue down some other male idol's throat in the hallway of the green room of a music show and no one really said anything else about it, just let it exist between them like air.
It's clear the cogs in Fuma's brain are working in overdrive, trying to understand why Nicholas is starting a conversation with that well known fact but he's still patient, watching Nicholas’ face, the way his eyes watch him.
“Yeah?”
Nicholas slowly unfolds his legs and parts them, planting his feet on the mattress and spreading his legs shyly, the redness spreading over his entire body.
He rubs the back of his head and looks at somewhere on the wall next to Fuma's head. “Er.. have you had experience with one of these, then?”
Fuma is a tease. It's clear from the way he smirks, from the careful way he speaks, the calculated touches, the way he looks at you. It's so obvious, that he loves to tease, loves to drag things out, draw you to sea before he eats you up like a siren.
He's doing it now too, blinking slow like a cat at Nicholas, acting like he doesn't know what the younger man is talking about. And Nicholas feels his stare dragging through his skin, peeling him open slowly, looking into the rawness of his being and he feels too seen. Too much all at once.
“One of what?”
Nicholas could combust. He's so pent up already, he doesn't need Fuma's teasing to send him over the edge. But he needs help and he has to put aside what he wants to get what he needs.
He bites down on his lower lip and covers his clothed mound with his palm. He doesn't want Fuma to notice the wet patch forming over where his hole has been throbbing all day. “This.”
Fuma nods, like he's a professor and he's listening to a student's worries on a topic. “Oh yeah. Is something wrong? Does something hurt?”
He almost sounds compassionate if it isn't for the way the corners of his mouth lift up or the way his eyes drag over Nicholas', completely taking him in, his heavy gaze making every hair on Nicholas' skin raise and every nerve on end.
He shakes his head. “No.. it's just. It's messy and all wet and I don't know what's wrong, is it—?” He doesn't complete his sentence when Fuma shifts and he feels a hand on his knee.
“Can I have a look?” He looks and sounds concerned but Nicholas knows it's all a facade, knows Fuma is just using his siren voice to lure him out to sea and the moment Nicholas gives a little lull, a break, Fuma would swoop in and eat him right up.
But maybe he wants to be eaten up. Maybe he wants Fuma to ruin him completely if it meant finally feeling the shake of his legs as an orgasm rips out of him.
Nicholas, blushing and flushed, lifts his hips off the softness of Fuma's bed and slides the shorts down his thighs and off his legs, disposed somewhere on the bed, his legs clamped close though, a little shyness taking over his senses.
He looks at Fuma and the other man nods at him like he's encouraging him to lean back against the wall the bed is pressed up against and spread his legs open for him, to show him what the issue was so he could give him a solution.
That's what Fuma does, he solves problems and boy, does Nicholas have one.
He situates himself against the wall and sits adjacent to Fuma's body, looking down on the pattern on the sheets as he carefully peels his legs open, exposing himself to Fuma's large, watchful eyes.
The older man shifts so he can get a good view of him, hands on Nicholas's knees, spreading his legs further open.
“Oh.” he mumbles, more to himself than to Nicholas as he stares.
Worried, Nicholas speaks up, looking down between his legs and then at Fuma whose hair is cascading down the side of his face. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Fuma tucks his hair behind his ear and leans down, laying flat on his stomach and looks down at where Nicholas is practically dripping. He's a deep brown on his outer lips, cleanly shaved because Nicholas is neat like that, his pink clit peeking out between the thick folds and when he uses two fingers to part them so he can watch how his center throbs with slick, expecting, waiting, hoping for something, he sees the blush pink at his core, hole twitching around nothing.
He gives Nicholas a reassuring smile and places a hand on his inner thigh, pushing one of his legs out of the way. “Not really. Nothing I can't fix.”
“How will you fix it?” Nicholas feels his breath ghost over his center and his eyes flutter, trying to keep them open with the way Fuma is staring intently between his legs and up at him.
“I'll show you. Will you let me?” He tilts his head to the side and Nicholas couldn't even say no if he wanted to, already halfway down the surface of the sea, taken away by the force that is Fuma with his easy, masculine confidence.
He nods sharply. “Yeah. You can.”
Fuma nods in response as his hand idly massages Nicholas’ inner thigh with one palm and the other curves around his thighs, holding him still, Fuma's head leaning on it.
His teasing will never end, Nicholas figures as he controls his breathing at every breath of Fuma's that ghosts over his clit, over the wetness of his pussy, shining in the lighting of the room, glinting invitingly.
After what seems like an eternity with how long Nicholas’ body has been suppressing this for, Fuma runs a single finger through Nicholas’ wet folds.
It makes a squelching sound as he drags his digit through the mess Nicholas has made of his pussy in trying to find a spot that'll ease this ache inside him.
Nicholas feels shame bloom inside him, taking shape and threatening to break out of his skin but he keeps still; like he could even squirm with how Fuma has him planted in his spot.
His finger flick's Nicholas’ clit and the action sends a jolt through his body, instant and electric, eliciting a little sound from the back of Nicholas’ throat.
“Cute,” he hears him say under him and Nicholas has half a mind to frown and ask why he was doing all of this, wasting time and dragging this out longer than he should be but the words die out on his tongue when he feels warmth over his pulsing entrance.
He gasps, looks down and sees Fuma, mouth open as his tongue drags through Nicholas' wetness in one clean swipe.
“Fuck,” Nicholas mumbles in Mandarin, eyes closing before they peel back open to keep sight of the way Fuma flicks his appendage over and over, licking at every part of Nicholas that's exposed to his face.
Nicholas thinks maybe this is what would send him over the edge, it's already so good and his legs are shaking with every flick of Fuma's tongue so really, why not, right? But Fuma is competitive to some point and he likes proving that he's the best man for the job so of course he takes it up a notch and makes Nicholas see stars behind his eyelids.
His hot mouth covers over his clit and Nicholas feels his tongue prod under the hood, flicking over and over like he would to a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day.
It's like his tongue intends to melt Nicholas’ clit so his pussy takes shape of Fuma's tongue and it'll be the only thing that can ever satisfy him.
Every flick feels and sounds like Fuma is slurping up every single drop of Nicholas’ juices right from the source and if Nicholas thought this was already going to send him ascending to heaven, the next thing Fuma does makes him cry out before he remembers there were still other members in the house so he throws a hand over his mouth as his neck curves, head thrown back against the wall.
Fuma uses his index and middle finger to part the folds of Nicholas’ pussy, his tongue licking lower and lower until it slips past the pink, wet entrance, licking into the soft walls, jabbing the soft muscle here and there, finding a spot above that makes Nicholas’ legs jerk.
His teeth graze his clit, Fuma keeping his mouth wide enough to accommodate his clit and keep his tongue inside him, licking him up and keeping him on his tongue as he pulls away, appendage hanging from his mouth as he straightens and brings his face towards Nicholas’.
“Open,” he mumbles and Nicholas abides, rolling out his own tongue with hooded eyes, feeling drunk on the pleasure that's pulsating between his legs.
Fuma feeds him his tongue, letting Nicholas blindly suck on it, tasting his own juices. He moans around Fuma's tongue as the older man closes his mouth and kisses Nicholas, wet and sloppy, the sounds of their make out bouncing off the walls of the room and sounding in their own ears.
“You taste amazing,” he mumbles against Nicholas’ lips, pecking him before he leans away from him.
Nicholas drags his eyes down Fuma's frame and sees the way his dick is pressed against his hip. He wants to reach for it and maybe put it in his mouth like he's seen people do in those videos he's been watching but Fuma beats him to it, undoing the strings holding his sweats together and pulling down his pants, keeping the elastic just under his balls.
Spit forms in Nicholas’ mouth at the sight of Fuma’s manhood bobbing between his legs and he gulps hard, wondering what it’d feel like hitting the back of his throat.
He reaches for something in the bedside drawer and Nicholas notices it's a bottle of lube, half empty. He watches, entrapped in a dreamlike haze as Fuma squirts some on his hand and then spreads it all over his cock, stroking himself to full hardness while keeping his eyes on Nicholas. His gaze drags over his entire frame, lingering where Nicholas is dark and dripping before looking back at his face.
Nicholas is hot and bothered just having Fuma’s eyes on him like this. He thinks he could just come from watching the older, bigger man stroke himself to completion above him. It’s enticing, the slow strokes he gives himself and how he tightens his fist over his tip before he stops completely.
He moves towards Nicholas with a small throw pillow in his hand.
"Lift your hips, Nicholas," he says softly, still the cool and charismatic Fuma that Nicholas knows.
Nicholas does as he's told and Fuma fits the pillow under his hips, putting his body higher and at an angle closer to Fuma's crotch.
He lifts Nicholas’ legs and holds both of them in one palm by his ankles. He throws them over his shoulder and makes Nicholas close his legs, thighs pressed close together.
"That okay?"
None of this is okay, Nicholas wants to say but he's so close, clit throbbing so he nods, eyes glancing between their bodies as Fuma shifts forward, slapping his cock between his thighs, smooth and now wet with Fuma's precum and the lube staining them.
He sighs above him when Nicholas flexes his thighs and he begins to thrust in and out, pushing forward and holding Nicholas’ thighs tighter together with his hands.
He groans when his tip bumps into Nicholas's clit and Nicholas feels the jolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine at it. He starts to move in tandem with Fuma's thrusts, chasing for the pleasure humming under his skin.
Nicholas reaches for his nipples, pulling them taut as he continues to rock back on Fuma's cock, dragging his labia over the veins and his thighs shaking when Fuma's tip stops right at Nicholas's entrance, teasingly pressing against it.
Nicholas doesn't know what possesses him to say it; the threat of his first orgasm simmering at the surface, the force of it, Fuma's cock circling his hole, or everything all at once but he's blurting it out before he knows it.
"Oppa," he rasps, his lips parting around the syllable.
Fuma's eyes turn dark, almost predator like, wanting to tear Nicholas into shreds just from the honorific he used.
“Shit, Nicholas,” he mumbles instead, leaning down to lick a clean stripe up Nicholas’ neck before his mouth opens wider and his teeth graze just over the hot skin of the side of his neck. “Stop tempting me, baby.”
The tip of Fuma's cock is throbbing where it's between Nicholas’ lips and it feels ecstatic, real and raw, ghosting over his hole, lurking, like Fuma knows he shouldn't but wouldn't be opposed to it if they did.
The look in his eyes as he looks at Nicholas’ flushed face tells Nicholas everything he needs to know. Fuma's waiting for permission.
“You can't, oppa,” Nicholas warns, knowing that with how wound up he feels like this, having Fuma's cock inside him would probably feel like heaven and would only elevate the state of his pleasure which is what he wants but there's something dangerous about that that Nicholas doesn't want to explore.
Fuma takes it as is, holding tighter on to Nicholas’ waist and continuing the slow drag of his cock over his wetness, the soft give of his pussy making the older man groan softly with every thrust forward.
Milk spills from Nicholas’ nipples when he pinches them. He can see Fuma's eyes follow the movement of his fingers pinching his nipples and the way his brows furrow and his eyes roll, mouth in a pout with focus, chasing nothing but his pleasure.
Nicholas is so close, he just needs something to tip him over. The pleasure is bubbling under his skin, so close he can almost taste it on his tongue as he rocks back down against Fuma's cock just as it presses against his opening. Nicholas gasps when he feels it catch under the hood of his clit again, wet and slippery from how turned on he is, from the precum smeared all over his folds.
"God, you feel so good, baby," he moans, voice raspy and rough.
Nicholas rocks his hips down, matching the gentle thrusts Fuma is giving to his pussy, his cock so hard that it feels like he's going to come any moment.
But so is Nicholas. Having been wound up for so long, he feels at his precipice when Fuma leans over him, letting go of his legs, pressing them apart and dragging his cock through his folds with ease.
Nicholas feels so open, exposed and turned on so it's no surprise when the tip of Fuma's cock catches against his entrance and he pulls out just so he can repeat it, fucking just the tip past his opening and then pulling back out, like he doesn't want to break into Nicholas just yet, dragging it out as long as he can, his tip repeatedly nudging his clit, Nicholas feels his entire body pull taut with pleasure, a wave of it coursing through him, a high pitched moan pulled out of him which Fuma leans over him too swallow with his mouth, keep him quiet just until Nicholas rides out the rest of his high.
Nicholas’ body doesn't stop moving, continuously rocking back down on Fuma even when he's done coming, even when his pussy is clenching around nothing, sweet juices of his release leaking out of him and sticking between his folds and over Fuma's cock.
His lashes flutter as he looks up at Fuma, opens his eyes just a fraction to stare at the man huffing over him, muscles flexing when he moves, hips pressing Nicholas open wider as he ruts up against his mound like he needs it to breathe.
“Is oppa close?” Nicholas mumbles, too dazed to be normal and the gutteral groan that rips out of Fuma only makes his pussy pulse loosely around nothing, folds too wet to even hold on to the veins over Fuma's cock, just letting him glide over his labia, through the mess he's made of himself and over his sensitive clit.
“Yeah, baby, oppa's real close,” Fuma mumbles, voice deep and rumbling in Nicholas’chest. “Want oppa to cream your little pussy?”
Nicholas is nodding before he even realizes it. His hands are thrown over Fuma's neck, holding himself and using that as leverage to shift his body up and down under Fuma's body.
His legs lock behind Fuma's waist, holding himself off the bed and pressing his center right up against Fuma's crotch.
“Yes, oppa. Wan' it so bad,” Nicholas mumbles, lips dragging over Fuma's.
The older man holds Nicholas with hands on his hips, holding him still as he rocks his cock over his pussy, tip peeking out from between his folds when Nicholas chances a glance down between their bodies and it's so hot, the sight of Fuma's red tip rubbing over his clit, the sound of his rash breathing, hands tightening on Nicholas' hips.
“Since you've been such a good girl,” Fuma mutters, reaching a hand to hold his cock and press it right against Nicholas’ hole.
Fuma's body jerks into Nicholas's with the force of his climax, falling over him, his cock bumping into his hole but not really breaking in as he comes. Fuma thrusts his tip in just a little bit and then pulls back with a loud groan, pressing over Nicholas' mound, his come spilling from inside Nicholas and coating the rest of his pussy in his release.
Fuma holds his body weight over Nicholas, trying not to crush him with it but Nicholas couldn't care less. He feels worn out, his entire body aches in a great way and he feels the sudden need to sleep, eyes already feeling heavy lidded.
Is this what it should feel like? He wonders as his mind drifts away into nothingness. He doesn't recall what happens between him falling asleep in Fuma's bed and waking up in his room, every part of his body cleaned up and he's even in new clothes but he thinks that's definitely what it's supposed to feel like. Maybe even more.
—
There's not much that's new about girl Nicholas. She's pretty much the same as boy Nicholas if you ask Euijoo. Still loud and rowdy, still rage baiting him and cackling in laughter when he bites — he genuinely thought he'd catch a break — and still taking up space when they're seated on a bed together.
They'd just come back from practice, which has now been cut a little short because Nicholas complains of chest pains when he dances for too long and they kind of also like the short breaks they get because of him. (Kei has a soft spot for girl Nicholas and they're misusing it).
They'd showered and changed into their sleepwear — which is nothing but a shirt and boxers for Nicholas and Euijoo is wearing a long sleeved shirt with long pants and are just scrolling on their phones, legs tangled up on Nicholas' bed.
It's been quiet for the most part, everyone focused ont heir phones and whatever until Euijoo starts moving his legs away from Nicholas’. Now normally, he'd not mind, he wouldn't really say or care about it either because it was truly nothing but Nicholas kind of liked the warmth the Euijoo's feet provided to his now colder ones. Girls run really cold for some reason.
So he blindly chases for his feet across the bed but it just makes Euijoo squirm and he pulls his legs away, sitting up on the bed and pulling his knees to his chest.
“What's wrong, Juju?”
“Nothing,” he shakes his head dumbly.
“Are you sure? Am I bothering you?”
Euijoo seems to contemplate answering that question as he looks at their current situation; Nicholas has moved from laying flat on the bed to sideways just so he can press his feet against Euijoo's. It makes his head hang off the edge of the bed a little but not enough to stop him from touching Euijoo it seems.
“You're not bothering me,” He shakes his head.
“But you keep flinching. Is it because I'm a girl now?” Nicholas adds with a pout on his lips. He knows what it does to the members now.
“It's not that, Nico.” Euijoo waves it off. He rubs his face with his hand and drops it. “Don't worry. Sorry.”
“Okay,” Nicholas shrugs. If he says so.
Then it happens again, Euijoo moves his legs away from the position Nicholas tried really hard to achieve and it has him sitting up and staring at Euijoo who has dropped his phone and is looking at Nicholas with wide eyes and parted lips like he's trying to say something but can't fully grasp his thoughts.
“Okay, now something is wrong. Tell me!”
“It's really nothing, I swear.” Euijoo's ears are tinted crimson, blood rushing to them which means he's lying.
“You're a horrible liar. Spit it out right now.”
Euijoo gulps loudly and then closes his eyes. He looks off to the side as he points at Nicholas' chest.
“Your.. your chest is.. leaking.”
“My what?” Nicholas looks down with a confused frown and notices there's a patch on his shirt that he hadn't felt forming. “Oh shit. I'm sorry. Let me get a tissue.”
That's why Euijoo had been so weird. It's only normal, Nicholas guesses, since he probably has never seen it happen and is now weirded out and he's going to get up and leave and just never look in his direction because he's disgusting and—
“I can help. If you want.” Euijoo's voice cuts through the noise in his head. Nicholas looks up and he sees him gulp.
Nicholas stares at him with squinted eyes and tries not to think of the thousand and one things that could happen to his friendship with Euijoo if he lets him. Considering the fact that he's had a little bit of feelings for him even before he got turned to a girl.
If he lets them cross the boundary, what would they do when Nicholas turns back to a guy and doesn't have massive lactating boobs or a pussy between his legs? Would Euijoo just forget this ever happened? Would he just push him away or would they be forced to go back to their teasing ways — aka Nicholas' only coping mechanism?
He doesn't say all that though, instead he looks at Euijoo with questioning eyes and a tilt of his head. He's feeling a little selfish tonight.
“Can you?”
Euijoo nods his head too quickly for Nicholas' liking but it's cute and he looks dazed as he does so so he'll leave him be. He glances at Nicholas once before his attention comes back to his chest.
“Yeah. I can. I can help.”
Nicholas pulls up his shirt and lets his boobs fall free, the soft breasts bouncing, Euijoo's eyes following the movement, mesmerized.
“Okay. But be careful, okay?” Nicholas says through a pout on his mouth as he cups the side of his chest, presenting a leaking nipple towards Euijoo.
“Yeah.” Euijoo nods, completely out of it. He's not even listening.
He places a hand over Nicholas', replacing the one cupping his chest with his own, leaning in.
It's a weird position they're in — Nicholas is sitting on his haunches in front of Euijoo who has his legs folded under his ass and it's uncomfortable since he has to bend his neck to reach Nicholas’ chest — so it only makes sense for him to push Nicholas down on his back, who falls back with an oomph and crawl over him, body between his parted legs while Euijoo's mouth explores his chest.
The pleasure is ecstatic, maybe because it's Euijoo or maybe because of how inexperienced he seems, sucking gently over each of Nicholas's nipples, pulling off with a wet pop sound and then looking down at Nicholas with hooded eyes before he pinches the nipples between fingers, rolling them, milk squirting from the tips of them.
Nicholas has the back of his hand pressed to his mouth to keep him quiet because Euijoo's eyes looking down on him seem to do something to him, his core pulsing at the sight.
He traces his lips over the skin of Nicholas' chest, pressing against his sternum, body fitted between his legs.
He looks up at Nicholas as his mouth drags over the soft mounds of his breasts, staring at him intently before his mouth closes around a wet leaking nipple, suctioning over it and pulling milk to his mouth.
Nicholas’ pussy throbs at the sight of Euijoo on top of him like this, at the sweet sensation of him sucking on his teat, pulling out copious amounts of liquid and promptly swallowing it by the sound of the gulp he takes every now and then.
He switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment, his mouth warm around him as he does, hands squeezing under his breast, pushing more flesh into his mouth.
He must be drifting into a different headspace like this because Nicholas is sure if Euijoo knew he was rocking down and forward against his thigh, he'd probably abruptly stop and maybe even get up and leave but maybe Euijoo is also feeling a little selfish today, taking all he can from Nicholas just like Nicholas has always wanted, just like he's always prayed for.
Euijoo is big, big as in tall and covers a lot of surface area but not as big as Nicholas was and yet in this body, Euijoo covers him completely. Even with his lack of a broad shoulder and muscles, he makes Nicholas look so small underneath him and it's probably the only reason — alongside Nicholas’ selfish wants — that he's pressing down on him, the imprint of his cock dragging over Nicholas’ thigh.
Nicholas wants more, needs him somewhere else other than humping over his thigh like a dog in heat, eager to be inside something.
He separates his legs under Euijoo, lifting them once they're on either side of the younger man's waist and then locking them behind him, heels pressing just over the small of Euijoo's back where it dimples.
So the next time Euijoo's hips rock down to drag over his thigh, he's met with the soft and slowly soaking mound of Nicholas’ pussy, his pants bunching up when he thrusts over his clothed center.
“Nichol.” Euijoo moans, voice high. He lifts his head from his chest and cranes his neck, looking down at where his hips are seemingly rutting on to Nicholas’ on their own, fervently chasing for more friction.
“Nichol, it feels good,” he mumbles, the canting of his hips shifting Nicholas’ body on the bed.
Nicholas takes one glance at the parting of Euijoo's lips when he moans as his crotch meets his front and decides he's had enough.
“Take it off.” Nicholas rasps, pulling at Euijoo's shirt, lifting it and trying to pull it over his head. Euijoo sits back on his haunches, making quick work of ridding his lean body of his shirt, throwing it to the side. Nicholas points to Euijoo's pants as he too shimmers off the last article of his clothing, baring himself in front of euijoo. “And your pants too.”
Euijoo does as he's told, returning between Nicholas’ legs timidly, cock bobbing between his legs, the tip red and leaking from the lack of attention. His hand rests on Nicholas’ waist and he looks at him nervously, eyes shaking as he takes in all of him; from the tips of his red earlobes down to where he's dark between his legs.
He looks back up at him and gulps.
“Nichol, I've never— I don't know how to—”
Nicholas looks up at his shaky eyes and cradles his face with his hand, shifting so Euijoo is perfectly situated between his legs.
“It's okay. I'm right here, okay?” He brushes his thumb across his cheek, managing a smile. Euijoo nods along, leaning into the touch. He slides a hand between their bodies and pulls Euijoo in with a hand on his waist, dragging his hips closer just until Euijoo's leaking cock rests atop his mound, dragging wetly through his folds, catching at the hood of his clit and eliciting a gasp from Nicholas but he doesn't falter. He's a girl on a mission. “Come closer, just like this, Juju. I got you.”
He doesn't know how this works either or if he's doing it right but all he knows is that there's an ache inside him, carnal and deep that only Euijoo can clearly reach and itch with his girthy and slightly curved cock.
He holds his cock between fingers at the tip, letting Euijoo rest his hands on top of his knees so he can push him further apart, opening him wider, getting a better view of him below him. He presses the tip against his entrance, slick with his juices and then breathes out just as his hands return to Euijoo's hips, pulling him in, guiding him inside him.
“That's right, Juju, just like this,” he coos as Euijoo breaks into him, fucks past his tightness, starting to slip deeper and deeper into him, a breath punched out of him with every inch of him that fits inside Nicholas’ warmth.
He throws his head to the side, biting at his bottom lip as Euijoo bottoms out inside him, the younger man collapsing on top of Nicholas when his crotch meets Nicholas’ mound.
He experimentally drags out his cock after a beat, watching Nicholas’ face as he does — it contorts into that of pleasure, eyes closed, lips bitten raw — before he sharply thrusts into him again.
Nicholas’ body shifts up the bed whenever Euijoo thrusts into him, his strokes long and languid, careful like he's trying not to break Nicholas even though the grip he has on his waist says otherwise.
Nicholas feels like he's on fire, like the warmth they're generating between their bodies would burn through the sheets and the wooden bed frame and show everyone what they were doing in the quietness of the night.
He looks up at Euijoo's sweaty forehead and wonders, absentmindedly, if this would still happen between them if he wasn't a girl — if he would still let Euijoo, large eyed and soft spoken, hover over him like this, fucking him into the sheets, pulling out sweet cries from the back of his throat or if this was just a one time thing, something that could only ever be if he was in a different body, a different gender.
Euijoo somehow fucks the thinking out of him as well, his cock curving up and pressing incessantly at a spot that makes Nicholas see white in the back of his eyelids when his eyes close.
His mind turns to mush, thinking of nothing but how good the drag of Euijoo's cock is around his walls, thinking of how hot his mouth feels dragging over the skin of his neck.
Euijoo is doing good, Nicholas thinks, because he feels incredible inside him but he's shaking so much, his breathing is ragged, trapped on Nicholas’ skin and when he lifts his head a little to glance at the older man before moving to the other side of his neck, Nicholas spots the clumped up lashes covering his tear streaked eyes.
How cute, Nicholas thinks. He silently wonders if it's the pleasure driving him this crazy, or if Euijoo just normally cries when he's inside someone.
Euijoo angles his hips in a way that turns Nicholas’ brain fuzzy, rid of all rationing and replaced with nothing but the need to be filled with Euijoo, to take him over and over, have him stay inside him permanently, branding himself inside his walls, carving a spot for himself and—
“Noona.”
It's unmistakable. Not because of anything but that the word cuts right through the jumbled thoughts in Nicholas’ mind and aims straight for his brain, rewiring it and picking it apart to then lay it back down the way it wants.
“Nicho noona,” A whine, low and soft, breaking off at the end into a soft cry, wet from Euijoo's throat, pressed into the secrecy of his skin.
That's what Euijoo is still whispering against the sweaty skin of his neck, his eyes closed as he rocks into Nicholas’s cunt, hips slapping against his mound, wet when his crotch meets his labia.
Nicholas' walls pulse around his cock at the word. It's hot, he finds. And he doesn't mind it at all. If anything, he cautiously lifts his hand from holding Euijoo's shoulder and slides it over his neck to pet the back of his head, patting down the matted hair sticking to his neck.
Euijoo pulls his head off of Nicholas' neck and looks down at him, a wanton look in his eyes, his forehead sweaty from how warm it is between their bodies, breathing with an open mouth, hot breath hitting Nicholas’ face.
“That's good, Juju,” Nicholas cups his face and brings him down so he can mumble against his lips. He rubs the tip of his nose across Euijoo's. Euijoo whimpers into the space. “You're doing so good for noona.”
Euijoo's hips stutter, his thrust faltering at Nicholas’ words. His mouth opens with a gasp and Nicholas feels him grinding into him, his thrusts no longer drawn out but reduced to short and firm, punctuated jabs.
“Do you like how tight noona's pussy is?” He can't stop talking. He can't stop looking up at how Euijoo's eyes roll to the back of his head with every word he says, with every clench of his pussy around him. “Do you like how my hole clings to your cock, baby?”
His lips drag over Euijoo's earlobe. He bites down on it, softly, not enough to draw blood but enough to turn Euijoo into a whimpering and moaning mess over him, his voice breaking off when he speaks.
“Yes, noona… feels so good.” He sounds like he's crying, his words shaky and slurry, catching in his throat when he tries to speak and when Nicholas looks at him, he almost comes right on the spot, his hole clenching tight around Euijoo's girth with how beautiful he looks, tears threatening to spill down his face just because he's inside Nicholas.
Euijoo's thrusts pick up their earlier pace, haphazardly rocking into Nicholas with purpose now, clear that he's chasing his orgasm with how uncalculated his thrusts are, Nicholas adding fuel to the already lit up sensation.
He holds Euijoo's head with a hand at the back of his head and pulls him down to kiss him shortly.
He can feel the same pulsing of his clit like it felt when Fuma was sucking on it over and over and he can tell he's close as well, a pit of fire building up in his lower belly, ready to explode.
As cheesy as it sounds, he wants his first time with Euijoo to be sort of romantic so coming together sounds like a good plan.
“You're gonna come right? Gonna come like a good boy?”
He can tell it does it all for Euijoo, his breath fanning over Nicholas’ mouth, his hair shaking when he nods, hands tightening around Nicholas’s waist.
“Wanna come— inside. Can I? Please, noona?” He's so obedient, Nicholas could never deny him what he wants.
He nods, bumping their noses together.
“It's okay, Juju,” Nicholas mumbles, placing a chaste kiss over his lips. “You've done so well, go ahead and fill noona up.”
Euijoo's thrusts slow to a grind, the tip of his cock rubbing against his g-spot and that's what does Nicholas in, his hands tightening around Euijoo's neck, hugging him closer to his body, his teeth sinking into Euijoo's skin, his pussy spasming around his cock, body shuddering with his release.
A shiver grazes through his entire body with the elongation of his release, the pleasure dragging out as much as it can, his back arching, walls clenching around Euijoo, so tight it feels like they're making a mould of his cock inside them.
He bites down on his lower lip to keep his moans in but it still breaks out and his lips tremble as he whimpers when Euijoo slides back out and then thrusts into him once more, gentle and firm.
Euijoo comes with a silent whimper, pressed into the skin of Nicholas’ neck, his hips snapping into Nicholas as he fills his perfect little hole.
His orgasm hits him in waves of pleasure, his eyes closed shut, vision whitening at the edges with how good and tight Nicholas feels around him, velvety walls milking him.
Nicholas knows he must've zoned out of it with the force of his orgasm because it takes Euijoo a moment to shift in his hold, rapid heart beating against Nicholas’s chest.
He lifts his head up eventually and Nicholas sees the blush covering his face as he raises the rest of his body off of him.
“I'm sorry I—” he pauses when he looks down where they're still connected.
Nicholas follows his line of sight and his eyes almost leave their sockets. It's a mess down there. There's so much cum it's practically oozing out of the sides of Euijoo's slowly softening cock still inside him and it has somehow spread all over Euijoo's crotch and on Nicholas’ inner thighs.
Euijoo looks at Nicholas with wet eyes and a worried look. Maybe worried Nicholas would push him away for what just happened but Nicholas just tries to ease the tension with a chuckle.
“Fuck. Did you piss in me or something? I'm all wet—” he looks up at Euijoo and the other is hiding half of his face with his hand, the rest of his visible face is blazing red. Nicholas blinks at him. “What? Why are you so red?
He shakes his head rapidly. “Not—”
Nicholas looks at him, incredulous. “You're into that too? Jesus, Juju. What aren't you into?” Nicholas laughs, head flopping back on the bed. Euijoo is so red he looks like a cherry. He's so cute.
“You're so mean,” Euijoo mumbles as he starts to pull out but Nicholas wraps his legs around his lower back, keeping him inside him and stuck between his legs.
“I'm not trying to be mean. I'm sorry,” Nicholas pulls his face down and mouths at his cheek, placing soft kisses over the skin.
Euijoo clearly has a pout, despite his smile as he says, “I thought you'd be kinder as a girl. Girls are nice.” He buries his face in his neck, inhaling deeply.
“Don't you have a sister?” Nicholas tuts. “You should know girls aren't nice.”
Euijoo chooses to ignore him. He's a comfortable weight over Nicholas' body. Warm and present. Then he moves slightly.
“Shouldn't I clean you up?”
“Yeah, but this is nicer,” Nicholas likes the feeling of having something or someone inside him a little more than he'd like to admit. “Let's just stay like this for a while.”
“Okay.”
It's not a surprise that Euijoo doesn't mind it either. It's peaceful and feels good; not having to talk to know they're both comfortable as Nicholas presses incessant kisses over Euijoo's face, wiping away his unshed tears and the younger just closes his eyes and lets him, even turning his face a little for Nicholas to get access to more skin.
Tomorrow he'll worry about what will be of them when he turns back but for now, he'll be selfish and take what he can get. All he can get.
When he turns back to his normal awkward and flat chested self a week later, Nicholas worries if he'll be treated like an outcast amongst his members and with Euijoo. Especially Euijoo.
But when he walks out of the bathroom, face wet with water from washing it and meets the eyes of the leader waiting at the door to go in after him, Euijoo's eyes rack all over his body, seeing the clear changes, his hair back up to his neck, his chest flat and his dick definitely between his legs — he checked twice.
Nicholas expects him to just say some weird thing about welcoming him back to normal or the likes so his gasp of shock is totally valid when Euijoo hugs him tightly, pressing his forehead against Nicholas’ shoulder and inhaling deeply that Nicholas can hear him breathing.
“I've missed you,” He mutters into the shirt and Nicholas feels a weird sensation run up his spine and all over the tips of his fingers.
His hands twitch where they've been swinging around his sides and he lifts them to wrap around Euijoo's warm body, holding him close, inhaling his scent.
“Me too.” He means it. He's missed having Euijoo in this body as much as he's missed being the him he's always known. It's nice. To be accepted as he is.
{“So you're boobless now?”
“Maki, I'll seriously punch you.” Nicholas says with a glare.
“You didn't make punching jokes as a girl. Hmph.” Maki folds his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, Nicholas was a nice girl. Shame.” Kei muses with his hair. Nicholas groans and leans away.
“Do you guys not love me as me?”
“Eh..” a cacophony of voices throughout the room while Nicholas rolls his eyes.
“I do.” Euijoo whispers with a nudge against him and Nicholas doesn't care what the others were even saying anymore.}