your love is my drug | nicole x fem reader (class of 09')

12 am ☆

haii im back finally!! took sometime to practice writing i think i've improved LOL, inspired by @cherubiia 's request

"This show is so boring," Nicole complained, her blue eyes glancing over to you with a hint of annoyance.

The TV droned on, casting flickering lights across the darkened room. The characters on the screen mimed their dramatic dialogue, their plastic expressions seemingly mocking the tension that had been steadily building between the two of you. You knew Nicole's patience was as thin as a thread, and when she was bored, she had a way of making it known.

Her hand reached over, tracing a lazy pattern on your arm. It was a familiar gesture, one that usually meant she was looking for a distraction. You felt the weight of her gaze, heavy and expectant. You swallowed hard, your heart rate spiking. You knew what she wanted, but a part of you was still afraid to give in. The anticipation grew thick, like a storm cloud on the brink of a downpour.

"What do you want now?" you finally asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

Nicole's hand stilled on your arm, and she leaned in, her breath hot against your neck. "What the fuck do you think I want bitch?" she whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. Before you could respond, she grabbed the remote and tossed it aside, the plastic clattering against the floor.

With a swift movement, she pinned you down on the couch, her body pressing into yours. Her blue eyes gleamed in the dim light, and you felt a shiver of fear run down your spine. But you knew the rules of this game; you had played it too many times before. You didn't resist as she claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue forcing its way between your lips.

Her hands roamed over your body, tearing at your clothes with a ferocity that sent a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. You could feel your body responding despite the alarm bells ringing in your head. Nicole's grip tightened, and she pulled away for a moment, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of your disheveled state.

"You're so easy," she murmured, her voice low and full of mocking satisfaction. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your throat to her hungry kisses. You bit back a gasp as she trailed her teeth along the delicate skin, feeling the bite of pain that always seemed to come before the pleasure.

Your hands found their way to her hips, tentatively pushing back against her. Despite the fear, you felt a spark of something else, something that made your body ache for her touch. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. The electricity between you was a drug, and she had been your dealer for too long.

Her kiss grew more demanding, and she pushed her leg between yours, grinding against your center. You felt the heat of her through the fabric of your panties, and you couldn't help but whimper. Nicole's smile widened, and she ground down harder, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "You want this, don't you?" she breathed, her voice a dark caress.

Summoning a strength you didn't know you had, you pushed against her chest, trying to break free from her overwhelming presence. You felt a spark of defiance, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could take control. But Nicole was stronger, her grip unyielding. She laughed, the sound sending a cold shiver down your spine. "You think you can fight me?" she taunted, her hands moving to grasp your wrists, pinning them above your head.

The world around you seemed to fade away as she leaned back, her eyes raking over your exposed flesh. Her smirk grew into a full-blown smile, and she leaned back in, capturing your mouth again in a kiss that was more claim than affection. You could taste the power she wielded, the thrill of the hunt in her every move. But as much as you wanted to hate it, your body responded, your hips rising to meet hers.