YOU’D BE WRITER, IF HE DIDN’T LEAVE ALL HIS HELL FOR YOU
MDNI 18+ - Nikki freeman x fem!reader
Summary: you drive Nikki home after a another platonic cinema date, and after one too many compliments during the drive- Nikki loses her composure
Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, swearing, making out, love confession, mention of violence (one line), slight hair pulling?
The cinema door swung open and revealed the nights air as you and Nikki stumbled out, clutching each other in laughter as you walked out.
Nikki was almost crying with how hard the hysterics wracked over her, "Oh, my God— that movie was awful."
You caught your breath before you replied, wiping at your eyes, "Im getting abs, Jesus."
You and Nikki walked towards the dimly lit, empty car park, where your truck was waiting for you both, "Who even green-lit that plot? So stupid," you agreed.
Your truck wasn't far, and you reached it in a few minuets, pulling the key from your jean pocket and unlocked it with a click.
"As a writer i'm actually a little offended. But, it gives me hope," smiled Nikki, climbing into the passenger seat. "Even if my writings shit I could probably still get a trilogy deal."
The engine started with a rumble as you turned the key, headlights beaming brightly in the empty lot, "Okay, well- there is a big difference."
You turned to look at her, as you pulled onto the dark stretch of road, feeling as the gravel crunched under the tyres.
She turned and smiled at you. Questioning- before hesitantly asking, "Oh yeah, what's the difference?"
You gave her a pointed look, "Come on, Nikki. You're an amazing writer, any plot you think of is brilliant." Shrugging softly, you added, "I'd love anything you make."
The sheer amount of confidence and honesty in you voice wasn't completely purposeful, it was supposed to be a cool, casual compliment- soemthing chill.
Words that didn't completely show your massive lesbian crush on your best friend.
Nikki laughed then, trying to hide the way her face had dusted pink by looking out the window, at the trees passing by in the dark, "I think you're giving me too much credit." She had become more quiet- thoughtful like something was swirling around her skull.
The usual confidence gone, Nikki was affected by your words— even if she tried to pretend like she wasn't.
There wasn't many times in the years you'd known Nikki that you'd ever seen her forgo snark and sarcasm- seen her settle into something more real, vulnerable.
You'd met in high school- some English class together (she excelled obviously). You were friendly enough, but you'd never talk outside of assignments, then when you ended up applying to the music shop at the same time it changed.
Nikki and you were fast friends while co workers, spending the late shits together -alone- while no customers entered for hours.
That speed also applied to your non-platonic feelings for her. There wasn't an exact moment you can say you fell, but you knew you fell hard.
You looked over at Nikki, watching as she chewed at her nail, deep in thought, "Its true, ive read your work." You said, trying to reassure her.
Nikki just stared at you then, eyes wide as her breathing pick up, she swallows hard and runs her nails through her fringe, "Pull over."
You turn to look at her in surprise and confusion. Both of you were still driving in the middle of nowhere on some long and dark road, atleast half an hour away from either of your houses, "What?"
"Pull over!" Nikki sounded desperate, almost loud enough to be a shout. You'd never heard her sound like this before, part of you was terrified you'd said something wrong.
The car pulled to a stop with a judder as you turned the engine off and flicked on the overhead lights, giving you the barest amount of an orange glow to fight off the darkness.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you looked at her with worry, but paused when you noticed how dark her eyes looked in this light. The way her lips were lightly parted and she was just staring at you, silent.
"Can I..try something?" whispered Nikki, softer than you'd heard her.
You nodded slowly, releasing the steering wheel and keeping your eyes trained on Nikki's every move.
Nikki unclipped her seatbelt, turning to face you and slowly climbing over the middle console and into your space.
Her knee landing between your thighs as the other slipped over your leg to rest on the space left on the car seat. Your own knee slotted between her thighs and you heard her breath hitch when she put her weight down.
"W-what are you doing?," you whispered, heat blooming in your stomach as you smelt the sweet notes of her perfume. Feeling her settle against you.
Nikki looked afraid, but another part of her, a part that needed, moved her hands to cup your jaw and pull you slowly towards her.
As her lips brushed yours, her gaze flicked up to meet your blown eyes, "Can I?"
Nikki wet her lips, breath brushing yours as she spoke.
You didn't respond with words, instead you cupped the back of Nikki's neck and desperately brought your lips to hers.
For so long, you'd wanted this- replayed similar scenarios over and over in your head at night when, as always, your thoughts drifted to her.
You'd imagined pressing Nikki up against the storage room wall at work, kissing her so hard you'd both lost your breath and counting down the minutes of break you had left before you were caught.
Or maybe at the bar one night, dragging her outside for a smoke and instead tasting the smoke on her tongue as the other threw back shots while wondering where you two had ran off too.
Most often, it was something sweeter, a movie playing on your tv as ate salted popcorn, her favourite, while pressed hip to hip on the sofa.
Maybe it was a horror movie, she'd cling to you when the killer appeared from nowhere and gutted a character with a kitchen knife. Nikki would press her face into your shoulder and clutch at your t-shit, all scrunched eyes and ragged breath.
You'd laugh lowly, remind her it was fake and that she didn't need to be scared. You were there, you would protect her.
She'd slowly peel herself away from you skin, flushed and still breathing hard. So close, inches away from your face as she looked up at you, all doe eyed and so so so so pretty.
The noise of the movie would fade away to nothing, leaving just your heartbeat in your ears as the distance between you seemed to grow smaller.
She'd wet her lips and tell you that she always felt safe with you— protected.
And then it would happen, your lips would meet and your eyes would fall closed at the feel of her. You'd slide a hand into her hair, kiss her harder— pour all of your love and yearning into the touch.
Praying that she felt every last drop of your devotion.
You never expected this, her climbing into your lap after the usual cinema trip.
Smashing her mouth against yours like a desperate, needy puppy.
Panting against your mouth as she kissed you over and over.
You pulled her closer toward you, both your chests met as you felt the press of her curves against your own.
The thin tank top she wore doing nothing to hide the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.
You felt the rapid beat of her heart against your own, matching rhythm and pace like they were designed to match.
She whined into your mouth as you licked into hers, unrelenting and needy.
Nikki tightened her hands in your hair, pulling at strands lightly and making you gasp at the sensation.
"I've wanted this for so long," muttered Nikki, voice high and keening as you began pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw.
"You're so beautiful," you kissed the words into her neck, leaving deep bruising marks with every word. Emphasising how you shared the feeling.
Nikki whined again, in the back of her throat as you sucked at the sensitive skin.
That's what she did it the first time, a quick jolt of her hips gliding over your thigh. So fleeting you nearly missed it.
But nothing could remove the memory of the heat of her pressing against you.
Your hand latched onto her hip then, stabalisng her a little as you pulled her forward, encouraging her to roll along the length of your thigh.
She gave no reluctance, pushing her face into your shoulder as her hips picked up speed, riding your thigh with reckless abandon.
"Ah..Fuck," she moaned softly, so close to your ear you felt each vibration. Her lips dragged across your skin just below, "Feels so good."
Your placed your other hand in the dip of her waist, lifting your knee a little higher and adding more pressure with each new pass.
Gasping softly when she bucked against you and bit into your neck, trying to keep herself quiet.
"Look at me," you pleaded, your own breath ragged and stuttering, stomach clenching as you watched her, "I wanna see you."
Nikki pulled away from your neck, sitting up for you, while keeping the same pace against you.
By now, you could feel the material of your jeans become slightly damp, part of you wanted to never wash them again.
You watched as Nikki's lips parted and her jaw fell open a little- head tilting back just the slightest amount. She held onto your shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure poured over her in thick and hot waves.
Each new glide over the hard and bumped material of your jeans made her pace stutter, you could tell she was close by now.
"So pretty, baby," you almost moaned the words, hands still guiding Nikki over your thigh, "So fucking pretty for me."
Nikki fell forward into you and grabbed onto your jaw with one hand, ragged breaths fanning over your lips as she moaned harder, every roll dragging a noise out of her with how close she was to cumming.
"Please," Nikki gasped into your mouth, eyes screwed shut and eyebrows drawn up in ecstasy.
"I know baby, it's okay."
For a final time, Nikki whined, high and pleasure filled, forehead lolling onto your shoulder, where she panted against the skin, trying not to pass out as her orgasm hit.
You helped her roll against you a few more times as the aftershocks made her twitch against you.
Her sharp nails dug hard into the muscle of your shoulder, her nails leaving permanent marks that would remind you of this moment.
Nikki's arms moved to fully wrap around you neck as she started pressed against you, still catching her breath. One hand pushed fingers through your hair and held the back of your neck.
Your thumb rubbed circles on her hip and the other to stroke up and down at her back, fingers running under the material of her shirt.
"You okay?" It had been a few minuets by now, and she still hadn't moved or spoken. You began to worry she had passed out or something.
But as the thoughts filled your mind, she pulled away from you and met your gaze, as a small smile played on her lips.
She shifted legs into she was sitting in your lap, no longer being slotted between your thighs. You moved an arm to cup her legs, holding her up so she wouldn't slip.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours in a short and sweet kiss, before pulling back and stoking the apple of your cheek, "I'm okay."
Your gaze flickering with anxiety, taking a deep breath, you spoke, "I really like you Nikki, like really fucking like you. And I'm not expecting anything becuase we did that, but I just- wanted to tell you."
Nikki was quiet for a moment, and you looked down at your lap, hiding away from her and the rejection you thought was inevitably incoming.
"I've liked you for so long it's embarrassing," mumbled Nikki, biting her lip slightly.
You looked up at her in shock and watched as she laughed a little because of your expression, "I thought you knew, at least a little."
Something warm bloomed throughout your chest, you cupped her cheek and pulled her in again, smashing your lips together and trying to fight of the smile that grew over them, ruining the kiss until you were both just smiling against eachother.
"I had no idea," you rushed, "I thought you just saw me as a friend."
"I did," hummed Nikki, nodding her head slightly, "And then one day, something just sorta shifted."
Nikki looked bashful, but more confident now that she heard just how much yoh liked her, "And then you were complementing me and… I just couldn't hold it in anymore." She looked up into your eyes, face still a little flushed from earlier happenings, "I didn't mean to jump your bones like that though, my bad."
"You can jump my bones whenever you please," the words were a little desperate, but they made her laugh- so it was worth it.
"I'll hold you to that, just so you know," Nikki put on her most serious tone, "So be prepared."
"Oh, I assure you— I'm more than prepared."
She just laughed and slapped your shoulder lightly, "Loser."
"Wow," you sounded, fingers pinching at Nikki's thigh as she laughed, "like you didn't just force me to pull over because you were so desperate to touch me."
"Whatever," laugh sighed Nikki, slowly quieting to look at you again, reaching forward and brushing some hair out of your face and behind your ear.
"Can we go home? To your place, I mean," asked Nikki, sleep slowly beginning to take over after the adrenaline faded.
"Yeah, of course. I have some of that chocolate you love at mine," you inform, watching as Nikki slid back into the passenger seat, knees tucked under her as she leans to face you.
"Wait really?" The excitement in her voice made the expensive cost of the chocolate worth it.
"Mm-hm, I picked some up before we went out. I was supposed to give it to you before the movie, but I sorta left it at home. So I never got the chance."
"You're so sweet," mumbled Nikki, leaning her head against the seat and letting sleep take the wheel a little.
"You can go to sleep. I'll wake you up once we're home."
"Okay," she yawned, hand pressing against her mouth, "But I'm repaying the favour after chocolate, okay?"
“Fine by me," you smirked, turning the key so the engine rumbled back to life.
Beginning the drive towards home, heart warm and still erratic.
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