WARNING: this book contains very triggering and sensitive topics, it also romanticizes dangerous and unhealthy behaviors and relationships. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THINGS SUCH AS SELF HARM, PHYSICAL AGGRESSION, R*PE, PDF-FILIA AND ABUSE ARE TRIGGERING...
meth eaters AU nicole!! ugh shes so hot (art by juul.juli)
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In the dimly lit alley behind the grungy music venue, the acrid scent of stale cigarettes and spilled beer clung to the damp concrete. The walls were plastered with a mishmash of flyers, each advertising a different band with a screaming logo and dates long past. Amidst the sound of distant car horns and the muffled bass from the club, a figure emerged from the shadows, the sound of her studded boots echoing through the narrow space. Nicole, the lead singer and guitarist of the local punk band, "Meth Eaters," had just finished her set. Her dark brown hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and the remnants of her eyeliner had smudged into a dark crescent around her eyes, giving her a wild, almost feral look. Her band's logo, a simple needle and syringe, was inked onto her neck, a stark contrast against her pale skin. She had a reputation for her fiery performances and even more fiery temperament.
Her girlfriend, y/n, a shy and timid girl who often accompanied the band to their shows, was waiting for her, leaning against the brick wall with her heart racing. Nervous anticipation flickered in her eyes as she watched Nicole approach. The two had a toxic relationship, marked by frequent fights and passionate reconciliations. Nicole had a way of drawing y/n in with her charisma and talent, only to push her away again with her cruel words and violent mood swings. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, y/n found herself inexplicably drawn to the chaos that surrounded Nicole.
As Nicole reached her, she didn't say a word. Instead, she grabbed y/n by the wrist and yanked her towards the band's cluttered dressing room. The door slammed shut behind them, the walls shaking with the force of the impact. The room was a mess of discarded clothing, empty beer cans, and the pungent odor of stale incense. Nicole's eyes were alight with a dangerous glint, her pupils dilated from a mix of adrenaline and something darker. She pushed y/n onto the couch.
Y/n's breath hitched in her throat as Nicole straddled her, pinning her down with a dominance that was both terrifying and thrilling. "You liked the show?" Nicole asked, her voice low and gruff, the vibrations from the last song still resonating in her chest. Y/n nodded, unable to form coherent words as Nicole began to unbutton her shirt. The fabric parted to reveal a simple black bra, which Nicole deftly unhooked with a flick of her thumb. The cool air of the room hit y/n's exposed skin, sending goosebumps down her spine. Nicole leaned in, her hot breath tickling y/n's ear as she whispered, "Good. Because now, you're going to give me what I want."
With a swift motion, Nicole pulled off her own sweat-soaked tank top, revealing a lean, muscular body. The light from the single bulb hanging from the ceiling danced across her skin, casting eerie shadows on the walls. She reached down and slid y/n's leather skirt up, exposing her bare legs. Y/n's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and desire as Nicole's calloused hands traced the softness of her thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Nicole's eyes never left hers, the intensity of her gaze making y/n's stomach twist into a knot of anticipation.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the small space as Nicole yanked y/n's panties off with her teeth, tossing the shredded material aside. y/n gasped, her body trembling under the weight of Nicole's. The air was thick with the electricity of their passion, a palpable force that seemed to crackle between them. They were now both naked, skin against skin, the heat of their bodies melding together like two flames that couldn't be separated.
With a sinister smirk, Nicole positioned her legs to intertwine with y/n's, their apexes pressing together. The act of scissoring was a favorite of hers, a power play that she enjoyed, making y/n submit to her strength and control. She began to rock her hips, the friction building between them, and y/n's nails dug into the couch cushions, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. The sound of their flesh slapping together was rhythmic, a sound that matched the beating of their hearts. Nicole's grip on y/n's wrists tightened, her thumbs pressing into the tender flesh as she held her down, controlling the pace of their intimate dance.
Y/n's body responded despite her fear, the ache between her legs growing more intense with each grind. She could feel Nicole's arousal, slick and hot, and she found herself moving in sync with her, desperately seeking release from the pressure that was building. The rough fabric of the couch scratched at her bare back, but she didn't care, the pain only adding to the overwhelming sensation that washed over her. Nicole's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving as she leaned down, her teeth grazing y/n's neck.
With a sudden shift in weight, Nicole positioned herself so that her pussy was just above y/n's face. "Lick me," she ordered, the words cutting through the air like a knife. Y/n's eyes widened, but she knew better than to resist. She opened her mouth and tentatively touched her tongue to Nicole's folds, the taste of her girlfriend's desire making her own need spike. Nicole moaned, the sound deep and guttural, and pushed down harder, forcing y/n to take more of her in.
Y/n's cheeks hollowed as she took in the musky scent of Nicole, her tongue swirling and exploring the sensitive flesh. the slickness of her arousal coating her lips. Nicole's thighs tightened around her head, trapping her in this intimate embrace as she began to rock her hips, riding y/n's face with a fervor that was both brutal and exhilarating.
The moment was explosive, Nicole's body tensing before she bucked her hips and squirted a hot stream of liquid onto y/n's face. y/n gasped, the suddenness of it catching her off guard, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she felt a perverse sense of pride, as if she had been marked by Nicole's pleasure. Nicole's voice was thick with satisfaction as she pulled back, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Look at you," she sneered, "a fucking slut with cum all over your face."
The harsh words stung, but y/n found herself turned on by the degradation. She could feel Nicole's juices trickling down her cheeks, the warmth of it mixing with her own arousal. Her eyes searched Nicole's, looking for a sign of affection or care, but all she found was the cold, empty stare of a woman who enjoyed the power she held. Nicole wiped her fingers through the mess, smearing it across y/n's cheeks like war paint. "You love it, don't you?" she goaded.
With a sneer, Nicole climbed off of y/n, leaving her sprawled and exposed on the couch. "Now, get up and clean yourself," she said, tossing her a wet wipe. "We've got places to be." There was a cold finality in her voice that sent a shiver down y/n's spine. She knew better than to argue or beg for more. Instead, she took the wipe and began to clean herself up, trying to wipe away the evidence of Nicole's dominance. The coolness of the wipe was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between her legs.
