fear street imagines

hate me || nick

prompt: you and nick are enemies, you hate each others guts. or so you thought.
female reader
level: 🌶️

if there was one person you hated more than anybody in this world it was nick goode. and he surely did hate you too. you were a shadysider, he was a sunnyvaler. he would always make snarky remarks to you. laughing at you when sheila
and her little minions bothered you. you had your fair share of arguments and insults with him.

there was never a moment where there was a truce or any peace between the two of y'all's bickering.

one night after a food fight you guys were forced to clean up the dining hall together after going back to your cabins to change and clean yourselves up, while everyone else enjoyed the night's activities.

"this is all you're fault goode."

"how is this my fault y/n?"

"you just had to be rude and knock your tray all over my shirt."

"well you didn't have to throw food at me afterwards."

"i was just returning the favor." you scoff.

"yeah and you ruined one of my best shirts." he tells you.

"oh i'm sorry, i'm sorry that your stupid little shirt got ruined. all you ever think about is yourself. you are so full of yourself. you're ego is huge, when it shouldn't be. you think you're so high and mighty, but you're a bigger loser than me."

"what did you just say to me?" he asks, his voice angry.

"i said..." you throw down the rag you were using to wipe off the table with. "you're a bigger loser-" before you could finish you're sentence his hand goes to your throat, sitting you down on the tables bench.

"god, it's so much better when you're not talking."

you take a deep gulp of air, this was turning you on, a lot. nick noticed too as you're face blushed and you looked anywhere but his eyes.

"you're enjoying this, how pathetic." he smirks. "you've wanted this all summer haven't you?"

you couldn't lie. despite hating him you did have your moments of weakness, thinking to yourself how hot nick was, how much you wanted to kiss him, how much you wanted him to fuck you.

you give a nod. he take his free hand and pushes your legs apart, placing his knee in between them. he rubs it against you, laughing when you buck your hips against him. "so needy for me, how sweet." he says.

he continues rubbing his knee against until you let out a moan, he removes his hand from your throat and places you on top of the table now.

he slips his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls at them, letting the elastic snap back against your skin, he looks at you as if he's asking for permission to take them off.

you nod, and he doesn't hesitate to rip them down your legs. he looks at the wet spot on your underwear.

"so wet already? i've barely touched you. how pathetic." he whispers in your ear in a deep raspy voice.

he rubs his fingers up your clothed slit. you whimper a little. he just laughs and pulls down your underwear, discarding them on the floor.

he sticks to fingers in you and curls them towards himself making you a moaning mess as he brushes against all the right spots.

"you're almost cumming from the slightest touch, you wanted me that badly?"

he continued working his fingers in you until you released, he pulled them out of you and placed them in your mouth.

"kick it clean it whore."

you did just that.

he stepped back and unbuttoned his jeans pulling them down, you could see his hard cock through his underwear, he pulled them down and you watched it spring up.

he laid you on your back and pulled you closer placing your legs on his shoulders. he lined up with you entrance and gave you another look like he did earlier, you nodded once again giving him permission and he rammed into you.

you let out a loud moan which caused him to cover your mouth very quickly.

"shut up. don't want the rest of the camp to hear what a slut you are for me. don't wanna them
to hear how your taking my cock." he removes his hand from your mouth.

"you want me? you never hated me did you? you've wanted me to fuck you this whole summer." he looks at you. "say it."

you're too caught up on how good he's making you feel to respond, he slaps your cheek hard enough to get you closer to cumming but not hard enough to actually seriously hurt you.

"i've... fuck..." is all you can get out.

"aw, i've fucked you dumb. you can barely get your words out, unable to speak while getting filled with my dick."he leans down and kissed you passionately.

"open." he tells you.

you obey and he spits in your mouth, looking into your eyes as you swallow.

"good girl." those words alone are what do it. you tighten around his cock as you release he fucks you harder throughout your orgasm, he then pulls out and grabs your hair pushing your head down as you take his cock in your mouth.

he fucks your face a few times before releasing into your mouth, you swallow it and then kiss him again. he returns the kiss.

you get sad when he pulls out of it though, tears streaming down your face. you've wanted him all summer and you finally got him, but you know it'll never happen again.

his back is turned to you as he puts his clothes back on. he doesn't notice you crying until he turns back around.

"what's wrong angel?" he asks

"i don't hate you." you tell him.

"well that was made obvious a while ago."

"i want to be with you, but you still hate me. you just wanted something to fuck." you're cries get heavier.

"i don't hate you y/n." he says wiping the tears
from your face. "I've wanted you all summer." he picks your clothes off the floor and helps you put them back on. he then gives you one last kiss.

"you're mine now, if you wanna be."

"i'm yours" you smile at him.

"now let's finish cleaning this up." he laughs