Insufferable | Nic x MC

tw: dubcon (sorta), mild choking

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“Oh, please. You’re not actually mad at me for that, are you?” Nic asks you with a mocking laugh.

She’s been insufferable all day long. She outsmarted you in a small job and made you look like a fool, yet all she’s done since is laugh and tease while she followed you around until you made it back to your hotel room--a room she slipped in faster than you could close the door, obviously.

You wouldn’t purposefully let her into your room like that. It doesn’t matter how alluring the way her bright, blue eyes are when she stares at you. Or the stupid way her windswept dark hair falls down her back, making it seem as if someone had just tangled their fingers on her hair while they fucked against a wall. Or the annoying heat her smirk gives you.

You’re angry at her. Yes, very angry. And you won’t fall for her tricks tonight, you’re better than that.

Or so you hope.

“Tone down the eye fucking and answer me.”

Her voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Her breath brushes your face, and you blink to find she got off the couch and is now towering over you, with narrowed eyes and a smug smirk on her lips.

“I’m not eye fucking you, I’m eye murdering you for tricking me, Nicole.” You glare at her with all your might, which honestly isn’t that strong when the alluring scent of her perfume floods your lunges with every breath you take.

“Sounds like a lie,” she shrugs, unbothered by the harshness of your words.

If anything, you think her smile grows wider.

“Sounds like you should fuck off,” you snap, stabbing her chest with your index finger.

It infuriates you that she never seems to care, neither about you nor about the job. All she seems to be interested in is amusing herself, immediately dropping the object of her focus the moment she grows bored of it--and it terrifies you that she might do the same to you.

But when her smile fades and she grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against her chest, you wonder if the consequences of this particular gamble would really matter when the payout seems to be so good.

“You’re being such a fucking brat today.” Her voice is a low growl against your lips, and it’s a struggle not to give in and close the infinitesimally small distance between you two to shut her up with a kiss.

“And you’re not getting the damn hint,” you scoff, trying to push her away with your hands on her chest, but all it does is make her chuckle. It’s a low, dark chuckle, and it makes your toes curl in ways you know they shouldn’t.

She holds your wrist tighter while her other hand squeezes your hips with enough force you might get a bruise tomorrow, and the tingling pain you feel makes you bite down on your lips to try and muffle the low moan escaping your throat; a moan she doesn’t fail to notice.

“Trust me,” she hums. “I’m getting all the hints.”

And she kisses you.

You hate her. You hate what she did today and you try, almost pointlessly, to push her away once more, but she swiftly comes back whenever you ease up. Chuckling under her breath, Nic kisses you harder. An intense kiss that, against your better judgement, you respond in kind.

Your hands grasp at her shirt, and she lets go of your wrist to tangle her fingers on your hair, tugging your head to make you part your lips so she can fully take control of the kiss--of you.

Kissing Nicole is...ravishing. You had wondered what it would be like before, but it’s so much better than you expected. It’s maddening, it’s intense, and her soft curves flush against your body makes you desperate to tear away the thin layers of clothing keeping you two apart, to fuck her. All. Night. Long.

Nicole Hunter is insufferably arrogant and smug. And she has clearly earned that right.

Her fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, leaving a burning trail on your skin as she teases the waistband of your pants, and it drags yet another moan out of you.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Nic says as she breaks the kiss, staring at you through hooded eyes.

Your eyes dart to her lips, now slightly swollen from your kiss, and you lean in to kiss her again--but she pulls away, clicking her tongue while she wraps a hand around your neck and holds you in place. “I never said you could kiss me.”

She lightly squeezes the sides of your neck, the sensation making your lower stomach coil in anticipation of what the dark smile on her face promises to do to you if only you play your cards right.

God, you hate her. You hate how putty you are in her hands, how willing and behaved you unconsciously become under her touch. “I wasn’t asking for permission,” you reply in a low voice, mostly out of spite.

With a sharp raise from her eyebrows, she lets out a breathy chuckle, squeezing your throat harder as she starts walking and forces you to walk backwards to keep from falling. “It’s adorable how you act like such a little brat even when you’re all but begging me to fuck you.”

Her nails gently caress the skin on your neck, in stark contrast to the ruthless way she toys with the pressure on your throat. You never break eye contact while she guides you further into your room, and your whole body is buzzing with a desperate need for release when the back of your knees hit your bed.

“This attitude of yours is fun and all, but…” Nic smirks, leaning in and running her tongue over your bottom lip before sharply tugging on it with her teeth.

Why doesn’t she just fucking kiss you again already? Honestly, this woman is insufferable. And how badly you’re enjoying this sadistic little game is even worse, but you’re not going to be the one to put an end to it.

And it’s clear when she pushes you down on the bed and straddles you, deftly unbuttoning your pants, that neither will she. “It’s time to teach you a lesson.”