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

(TW SH NSFW) razorblade kisses pt2 ☆

PART 2 HEHEHEHE craziest smut ive written me thinkss.. same triggers as the 1st part 

"Can I fuck you like this?" Nicole's voice was shy but careless, her desire burning through the air like a wildfire. Y/N's breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She didn't answer, but the way she parted her legs, the way she leaned back into the tub, leaving her neck exposed, was answer enough.

Nicole's eyes were glued to the crimson rivers flowing down Y/N's thighs, the sight of it making her pulse quicken. Without waiting for permission, she slid two fingers into Y/N's slick entrance, the blood mixing with her arousal creating a dark, tantalizing mess. Y/N's eyes rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a scream. The pain from the cuts was now a distant memory, replaced by the fiery sensation of Nicole's fingers pushing into her, hitting just the right spot with every thrust.

"Oh fuck me, Nico—" Y/N's words were cut off by a gasp as Nicole curled her fingers upwards, her knuckles brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside. Nicole's eyes lit up with dark excitement, and she leaned in to kiss Y/N's neck, her teeth grazing the soft skin. "Yeah, baby," she murmured against her ear, "You want it like this, don't you?"

Her thumb found its way to Y/N's clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, and Y/N's body arched upwards, her hands clutching at the sides of the tub. "Yes," she breathed out, the word almost a sob. "Harder."Nicole's other hand was now covered in blood, and she brought it up to cup Y/N's cheek. The cold, sticky sensation made Y/N's eyes widen, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her breath hitching as Nicole's thumb rubbed against her cheekbone. With a wicked grin, Nicole slapped her with her crimson-stained hand, leaving a stark, red print on her skin. The sound echoed in the small bathroom, and Y/N's eyes watered. But she didn't flinch, didn't recoil. Instead, she grabbed Nicole's wrist, guiding her hand back to her face, begging for more.

"Look at you," Nicole sneered, her voice thick with lust. "So desperate for attention, you'd cut yourself like a little slut. And now, look at you, soaking wet because of it." She squeezed Y/N's cheek, her nails digging in slightly. "You're pathetic. You need me to show you how to feel alive."Y/N's breathing grew shallower as Nicole's harsh words sank in, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her. "I'm not a slut," she whispered, her voice barely audible.Nicole chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Oh, but you are, baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You're a desperate little whore who needs pain to feel anything at all." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. "But that's okay. I like sluts. They're so easy to manipulate, so eager to please."

With each cruel word, Nicole's fingers worked faster inside Y/N, her thumb pressing down on her clit with unrelenting force. Y/N's body was a canvas of sensations, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. She didn't understand why Nicole's words turned her on so much, but she couldn't deny the wetness that coated Nicole's hand, the way her muscles clenched around her fingers. It was like a switch had been flipped, and she was powerless against the rush of pleasure.

Then, without warning, Nicole slapped her wounded thighs. The pain was sudden and sharp, sending a shockwave through Y/N's body. She jolted, a cry escaping her lips, but instead of pushing Nicole away, she found herself pushing back into her hand, begging for more. The slap left a stinging heat in its wake, the skin around the cuts pulsing with a newfound sensitivity. It was as if the pain had amplified the pleasure, and she was caught in a maelstrom of the two."Is that what you want?" Nicole whispered, her eyes alight with a dark excitement. "You want me to hurt you? You want me to make you feel like the worthless slut you are?"Y/N's only response was a whimper, her eyes searching Nicole's for some semblance of sanity. But all she found was an insatiable hunger, a sadistic spark that seemed to grow brighter with every moan she made. Nodding slowly, she could feel the tears streaming down her face, mingling with the blood on her thighs.

Nicole's grin grew wider, her teeth sharp and predatory. "Good girl," she purred, the sweetness of the words a stark contrast to the harshness of her actions. She reached into the tub and grabbed the discarded blade, the water dripping off the blade leaving tiny red trails on the porcelain. "But I'm not done with you yet.""Look at yourself," she spat, gesturing to Y/N's bloodied thighs. "You're a mess. You're nothing without me to clean you up, to make you feel like a human being." She brought the blade closer to Y/N's skin, tracing the line of a freshly made cut with the tip. "Do you know what you are?"Y/N's eyes were glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure, but she managed to shake her head."You're a pathetic little toy," Nicole whispered, her voice cold and detached. "You only exist to entertain me, to satisfy my every whim."

Y/N felt the blade press against her skin, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of the water and the feverish heat of her body. She shivered, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. Nicole's eyes were dark with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You're so pathetic," Nicole her, her voice like a whip cracking through the tense silence. "Look at how much you want this. How much you need it." She traced the blade along the edge of the tub, the metal leaving a thin line of red where it touched her skin. "You're nothing but a slut for pain, aren't you?"

With a sudden, brutal force, Nicole ripped the blade away from Y/N's hand, tossing it aside. She reached down and grabbed Y/N's hips, pulling her to the edge of the tub. "I'll give you what you want," she growled, her voice filled with an animalistic need. "But only if you admit it."Y/N's eyes searched Nicole's, a silent plea for mercy and understanding. But all she found was a cold, calculating stare that sent shivers down her spine. Nicole's thumb circled her clit once, twice, and then plunged two fingers into her without warning. Y/N's body arched, a scream caught in her throat. It was as if Nicole had found a button that controlled her pleasure, and she was pushing it with all her might.

The pain from the fresh cuts was forgotten as Nicole's fingers pumped in and out of her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Nicole's grip on her hips was bruising, but she didn't care. All she could feel was the overwhelming need to come, to give in to the dark desires that Nicole had unlocked within her.

"Shit, Nicole I'm-" Y/N's voice was a desperate whine, her eyes squeezed shut as she approached the edge. Nicole's thumb moved faster, the circles tightening, the pressure increasing. "A-ahh..." she panted, her body shaking with the effort to hold back the tide of pleasure.Nicole leaned in closer, her breath hot and erratic against Y/N's neck. "Cum for me," she murmured, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Admit it. You're nothing without me."

The words were like a trigger, and with a strangled cry, Y/N's orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening around Nicole's fingers as she came hard, her release spilling into the water between her legs. It was like a dam had broken, the pent-up emotions and pain flooding out of her in waves of pleasure. She'd never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming.Nicole's grip on her hips tightened as she watched the rapture play out on Y/N's face, her eyes glinting with a sadistic satisfaction. She didn't stop, didn't ease up, pushing her through the orgasm until it was nothing but a blur of sensation. The water grew cloudy with blood and arousal, the scent of it heavy in the air.

When the tremors finally ceased, Nicole leaned back, panting slightly. "Damn," she said, her voice nonchalant despite the ragged edge to it. "You look absolutely fucked up."Without missing a beat, she slid her fingers out of Y/N, the suction sound echoing in the quiet room. She stood, her movements swift and precise, and grabbed a towel from the rack. The fabric was cold and rough against Y/N's flushed skin as Nicole wrapped it around her waist, the stark white starkly contrasting with the crimson stains on her thighs. "Hold still," she said, her voice almost gentle. "I'm going to clean you up."Nicole stepped back, her eyes roving over Y/N's trembling form with a mix of fascination and revulsion. She grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet and a cotton ball. "You're such a mess," she said, shaking her head. "I'm only going to help you because you look like a man tried to brutally rape and kill you but he got caught and ran away." She said as she put alcohol on the cotton ball. "and also I'm feeling nice. And you're pretty""Why thank you" Says Y/N as she giggles.