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Nicholas had a problem.
He wasn’t sure what was going on with him recently, but his hormones were driving him insane. He couldn’t get off enough, no matter how many times he came in a day, that simmering need was always present.
But he had reached a boiling point during a livestream with Euijoo, Jo, and Maki, so the second the live ended and everyone left the room, Nicholas couldn’t do anything but take care of his… problem.
His cock had twitched to life during the live, leaving his groin warm and tingly with need. He hadn’t even realized he was adjusting on camera, it was just so instinctive for him to reach a hand down and tuck his dick further down between his thighs. When the moment replayed a few seconds later, Nicholas froze, watching himself pull the waistband of his jeans out before sticking a hand in to conceal his boner.
He had played it off almost immediately, pulling his perfectly tucked shirt down further before removing his hand from his pants. Nicholas was embarrassed, but when his friends left the room, that embarrassment only turned into need, and his dick was so hard in his jeans that he knew he couldn’t leave like that.
He bit his lower lip in thought before getting up and locking the door, flicking on the outside light that signaled that the room was in use before he sat back down on the couch.
It felt wrong, his stomach swooping with anxiety as he ran his palms over his thighs, but when his thumbs grazed the strained line of his cock, Nicholas groaned. It was pressed against the front panel of his jeans uncomfortably, leaving him aching.
Nicholas palmed himself through the denim, a soft sigh slipping from his anxiety-bitten lips as the warmth became almost unbearable. He couldn’t remember feeling this horny even when he went through puberty, but it was like he genuinely couldn’t be satisfied.
Maybe he needed to get laid… That was the thought that crossed his mind as he pulled the waist band of his pants out again, sliding his hand into his briefs this time. Nicholas wrapped around his hard length and a moan echoed against the walls of the studio room as he pulled it up and out of its tucked position.
The relief was almost instant, and Nicholas stared down at himself, noticing how red the leaky tip of his cock had gotten. It was peaking out from within his foreskin, and Nicholas couldn’t believe he was that hard already. Shame made his cheeks heat up, and a little droplet of precum drooled slowly from the slit, landing on his lower stomach.
It shouldn’t be turning Nicholas on more, but he couldn’t help it, everything south of his belt was demanding his attention. Arousal curled up in his groin and the warm, heavy pull was making him feel restless as his tongue darted out of his parted lips.
The air in the room was cool thanks to the little white box on the wall humming and blowing a steady breeze through the small area, but it did nothing to tamper his desire.
Nicholas pulled the waistband of his jeans down further and tucked it under his balls, hissing at the pressure. He realized how insane this was, but it didn’t stop him from wrapping one big hand around his cock while the other cupped his balls.
It made him jolt, his entire body twitching with hypersensitive pleasure. Nicholas had just jerked off that morning… Twice! There was no reason for him to be this needy— To be so carnally desperate for release. But he was already here, and he wasn’t stopping.
Nicholas dragged his hand up the shaft and sighed, his eyebrows threading together in focus. He watched himself the whole time, pulling up to the tip, where he slid a thumb through the gleaming liquid.
He moaned at the sensation and circled the tip with a feather-light touch, watching the way his precum stuck to his finger in thin strings that snapped once he pulled the digit further.
Nicholas wasn’t the type to find himself all that attractive, but right now, staring at the blush colored head of his cock that was sparkling with the proof of his need, Nicholas thought he probably looked pretty damn hot. His eyes flicked to the camera that still sat there on the table and he shuddered with a needy breath, his arousal making him impossibly harder and filled with even more warmth.
It wasn’t the idea of people watching that turned him on, it was the shame. The chance of being on the receiving end of someone’s scolding… That was what got Nicholas going, and he couldn’t stop imagining it now that he was in this position.
Nicholas leaned forward and spat on himself, letting the saliva drip down in one long glob before he met it with the tip of his cock and used his hand to glide back down to the base.
It felt so good that it made Nicholas whine, a soft little sound pairing beautifully with the wet squelching of his hand. He jerked himself just the way he liked, moving quickly and pulling the foreskin up over the tip before going back down and squeezing at the base.
Nicholas couldn’t believe how incredibly liberating the whole experience was, jacking off in the company building post Weverse live, knowing that anyone could walk by.
Even though the lights were off in the space and he logically knew that no one would be able to see inside, it still made another thick spurt of precum drip out of him. Nicholas keened and caught it with his thumb, using it to help the glide of his hand even though he didn’t need it.
His thighs tensed and his breathing became ragged, his eyes closing hard as he felt the first sign of orgasm sparking inside him. Nicholas palmed his balls a little more firmly and a choked sound rang out, loud enough to make Nicholas consider pulling up a porn clip to help him out.
But he didn’t need it, not when the image of his own cock was making his toes curl in his sneakers.
Nicholas moved his other hand and pulled the hem of his t-shirt up under his chin before sliding down the pale expanse of his abdomen. He felt each ridge of his toned stomach and his cock jumped in his grip, making precum fling onto his jeans and the couch.
Fuck…
If his friends knew what he was doing right now, what would they say? Would they be horrified? Turned on?
Maki would probably call him a gooner or some shit like that, and Jo would probably get super red with embarrassment. Euijoo would probably tell Nicholas that he didn’t need to know what he was doing in his free time before leaving and acting super awkward for the next week.
Nicholas knew from experience, because a few weeks ago, Euijoo walked in on Nicholas in the bathroom… And they were just now acting back to normal.
It was funny, but Nicholas wasn’t all that embarrassed. This was a normal thing to do, and all of them did it, but why was it so embarrassing to talk about?
What was so embarrassing about walking in on a bandmate while they were jacking off in the bathroom? Was it the fact that Euijoo stared at Nicholas’ cock for a solid eight seconds before his face flamed red and he covered his eyes?
The mental image of Euijoo’s shocked and embarrassed expression made Nicholas’ cock pulse, his orgasm building faster. He sped up and bit his lip hard, grunting as the first rope of cum shot out.
Sparks exploded behind Nicholas’ eyelids and he moaned, his breathing turning heavy and haggard as white hot pleasure coursed through his body. His toes curled hard and his hips thrusted up, making him cover the tip of his cock with his foreskin.
He shivered with sensitivity as he came, relief and pleasure washing over him. Nicholas met each downstroke of his hand with the grinding of his hips and he shuddered, a shaky whine falling off his plump lips.
He had painted his chest and stomach with more cum than should’ve been possible after already having two orgasms that day, but even still, Nicholas’ erection didn’t flag. He groaned in frustration, blinking away tears of overstimulation as he pumped his hand all over again.
Nicholas was so sensitive, his moans were coming out in weak little hisses, but he continued regardless. If the omegaverse was a real thing, Nicholas would surely be an omega with how fucking insatiably horny he was right now.
It was insane, he must need to find someone to fuck soon, because this was ridiculous. That thought alone made him stand up and shove his pants down around his ankles before sitting back down and propping his heels up on the couch.
Nicholas shoved two fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and wet before running them around the outside of his rim. He sighed, languidly squeezing around his cock as his hole fluttered from the gentle touch.
Surely this would fix his problem; Nicholas was desperate at this point to not be so insane with lust. Every brush of contact from staff or his bandmates would make Nicholas break out in goosebumps from head to toe, the need just constantly simmering under the surface of his skin.
When one finger breached the tight ring of muscle of Nicholas’ rim, he cried out, a few overstimulated tears dripping down the swell of his cheeks and landing on the bunched material of his t-shirt. The stretch burned despite it only being one finger, but Nicholas loved it.
He loved the sting, the pressure, the slide of his large finger inside his own hole. Nicholas’ cum was drying uncomfortably on his stomach, but he didn’t care. Not when his cock was glistening with milky-white fluid, and his hole was swallowing that long finger like it had been starving for this.
Nicholas should’ve known this was what he needed all along, but now that he was giving it to himself, his body melted into it. He pumped his finger slowly, dragging it around his inner walls to stretch himself before he inserted a second finger.
His hole squeezed for a second, not wanting to accommodate the additional intrusion, but Nicholas forced it in, groaning loudly as it popped inside his warmth.
Soon, he was slamming his fingers inside himself, his moans completely unrestrained as his other hand jerked his cock. Nicholas was a mess now, his legs hanging open and limp, his arms taut and jaw clinched.
He angled his fingers and a broken moan made his own stomach feel warm with pleasure as his head tipped back against the couch. He was so close, so so so close, even though he just came.
He twitched and rubbed over his prostate harder, even though it was difficult with this angle. Nicholas was sweating, tears still leaking steadily down his face as his chest heaved from the effort. It felt so good, almost as good as when someone else did it, and Nicholas couldn’t believe just how quickly his orgasm was approaching.
It felt different, but not unlike things he had felt before, and he had about five seconds to make a decision before it was too late. Nicholas laughed a little manically and let go of his cock, using his newly free hand to pull his thigh up higher as a third finger joined the others.
He focused on his prostate, shivering from the intensity as he circled it with purpose. Nicholas was panting, watching the way his cock bobbed uselessly against his hip, drooling a watery liquid with each stroke.
It didn’t take much longer, maybe two more firm and intentional pressed to that sweet bundle of nerves before Nicholas was tingling all over. His cock jumped and his wet tip was suddenly flaring, as it pulsed.
“Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, hah— ha, fuck!” Nicholas screamed, his eyes rolling back hard when his orgasm hit. His bladder was aching in the most pleasant way, his asshole squeezing tight around his fingers as he finally squirted everywhere.
Everywhere— Literally.
It didn’t matter when the pleasure was making Nicholas so intoxicated, his cock shooting out his release in a way that made his teeth chatter. But when he was done, and he sagged against the couch with a finally flaccid cock, pure dread replaced any high he had just been feeling.
Nicholas let himself enjoy it for all of two minutes before he stood on shaky legs and cleaned himself up with some tissues. He pulled his pants back up and looked around, a soft pout on his pretty face as he looked for something to clean his mess up with.
In the corner of the sofa, Nicholas spotted a hoodie…
He picked it up and smelled it, realizing that it belonged to Kei, which meant Jo probably brought it in with him for the livestream. It was disgusting, but Nicholas shrugged and cleaned up his mess of squirt and cum before attempting to use a sleeve on the sweat he left on the couch.
That would have to do for now, and Nicholas finally felt sated, save for the thrum of leftover pleasure that was still surging through his nerves. Nicholas left quickly, balling the hoodie up and beginning to make up an excuse for why he would not be giving it back to Jo or Kei when he got home.
That was a problem for later, and thankfully, Nicholas’ most pressing problem seemed to be somewhat resolved.
For now at least.