#oitnb nicky

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im so inlove w her

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Say You're Mine

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Fandom: Orange is the New Black

Pairing: Nicky Nichols x You

Warnings: cursing, 18+, fingering, oral, jealousy

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When you were sentenced and sent to Litchfield, you promised yourself that you would keep your head down and do your time. You met Nicky and became best friends, but still kept your promise to yourself. You wouldn't let yourself get involved with anyone and soon became a prize to win. Boo and Nicky decide to see who can get you first during their competition to see who can sleep with the most girls after Boo finds Nicky's sex diary.

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Author's Note: I've been rewatching Orange is the New Black and I forgot how in love with Nicky I am. So here is Nicky one shot I've been thinking about. There may be more of these. Saddle up, cause this is a long one.

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You have been at Litchfield for a year now and you have one year left on your sentence. You told yourself when you got sentenced that you would come in, do your time, and go back to your life. You didn't want to get in any trouble or attach yourself to anyone, and you definitely weren't going to get physically involved. You've kept most of that promise to yourself so far. Most, not all. You have become attached to one red haired junkie in particular, though. Nicky Nichols. She became someone you leaned on for everything. She made this place feel normal.

"Hey, beautiful." You hear a familiar raspy voice from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts, and look from your eggs to see Nicky taking a seat next to you, breakfast tray in hand.

"Hey," you smile and bump her elbow with your own.

"Nicky, great you're here. Y/N wasn't being helpful, and I need you to tell me which dress you like better." Morello slaps a bridal magazine on the table in front of the two of you, pointing to a large, puffy wedding dress. Nicky rolls her eyes and you can't help but crack a smile.

"Morella, I love you, but it's too fucking early for this shit. Can I just eat my eggs in peace," Nicky says as she takes a mouthful of just that.

"Alright, fine," Morello pulls away the magazine and continues flipping through the pages.

"Hey, Y/N. You look pretty this morning." You look to your left to see Big Boo sliding in next to you.

"Morning, thanks Boo," you say and smile at her.

"How'd you sleep, princess," she asks and rests her chin in her hand, looking at you. You furrow your brows together. She is being weirder than usual. Boo has made attempts in the past to get with you, but this is off.

"Fine. Are you okay," you question and she offers an awkward laugh.

"I'm great, especially now that I'm here. I see you finished your eggs. Did you want any of mine?" She slides her tray closer to you.

"No, thanks though. You sure you're good?"

"I'm wonderful. You know," she begins, but pauses to brush a strand of hair over your shoulder. "I'd be even better if you'd sit next to me at the movies tonight." Her smile grows and she raises a brow in question. You hear Nicky scoff from behind you.

"Could you be any more desperate," Nicky calls from over your shoulder, and you turn to see her face slightly red. Her brows knitted together in annoyance.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Nichols," Boo says in a sweet voice.

"Um, sure Boo. I'll sit with you." You smile and give her a nod. You hear Nicky scoff again. You wonder why Nicky is so bothered by this. So many questions are running through your head about both of their behaviors this morning.

"Great, let me know your favorite snacks and I'll make sure to pick some up from commissary for you," she says and rubs your shoulder. You look down at her hand, then back at her, with a confused expression.

"Oh, okay, thanks. I'll do that," you nod and she grabs her tray, leaving the table.

"What the fuck? We always sit together for movie night," Nicky exclaims with a frustrated tone.

"Well, she asked and I didn't want to be rude. Why do you care so much, anyways?"

"I don't. Just forget it." Nicky rolls her eyes and continues eating her breakfast.

"Hey, you can sit with us."

"No thanks." She shakes her head and you look to Morello, who gives us a confused shrug. Breakfast continues without another word from Nicky.

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You are sitting in your bed, reading a book when you feel the mattress sink next to you. You look to see the familiar mane of red hair. You look back to your book, trying to seem as though you are unbothered by her presence. In reality, you are still incredibly annoyed with her because of her behavior this morning.

"What's going on in your book," she asks, knowing how much you love to talk about your current read. You always go into great depth about your books, and even though you end up spoiling it for Nicky every time, she loves how excited you get when you talk about it.

"Nothing," you say and continue reading. She lays her head on your shoulder and your stomach tightens.

"Come on, I know you want to tell me all about it." She nudges you slightly. You don't say anything and she lets of a breath. "Are you mad at me from this morning?" You stand your ground and try to continue to focus on the words on the page. You feel her getting closer until her lips are almost touching your ear. "You know you can't stay mad at me," she whispers, and her warm breath sends shivers through your whole body. You force yourself to keep your composure, but then you feel hands on your ribs. She begins tickling you and you squeal, throwing your book down.

"Stop," you scream through your laughter and fall onto your bed. She crawls on top of you and continues attacking you. You can't help but laugh and scream, pleading for her to stop in between sharp breaths.

"Are you still mad at me," she asks through her own laughter.

"No! No," you screech and suddenly the torture stops. You open your eyes to see her hovering over you. Her hands are on either side of your head, her frizzy locks are a curtain over both of your faces. She has a lazy smile on her face, and you can only assume it matches your own.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch this morning," she says, and moves a piece of hair off of your forehead and behind your ear. Her finger traces the shape of your lobe. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin. You sit in comfortable silence for a moment. You are still catching your breath while you admire her beautiful face. Her finger moves from your ear, to your jawline, up to your bottom lip. She is watching her thumb trace the shape of your face. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and the action makes your chest tighten. You can't help but admit that Nicky does something to you. You push down those feelings and avoid it as much as possible. She does make it hard for you, though. She is never this affectionate, but flirting is common for her. You never let yourself take it seriously. You know her track record and about her sex diary. You found it one day on accident and snooped. You didn't see your name in there, thankfully, but sex is a sport to her. In here, it's a good distraction for most. It's a way to cope. It's hard being alone and never having physical touch. Even you can admit that you struggle with it. Some days it becomes almost unbearable to not want it, but it only leads to trouble. You have seen too many broken hearts or drama start from prison relationships. You don't need that, especially not when you'll be stuck with that person the rest of your sentence.

"Get off of her inmate," you hear someone yell behind you, making you both jump. You look to see Bell standing at the edge of your cube. Nicky rolls her eyes and moves off of you, sitting next to you on the bed. Bell continues on her way down the isle.

"You shouldn't go to the movie with Boo," Nicky says. You stitch your brows and look at her.

"Why," you question.

"Well, she's clearly trying to fuck you."

"Yeah, and that bothers you," you smirk and she gives you an annoyed look, but doesn't respond. "Come on, Nicky. You know I don't play that game. Even if I did, why would you care who I fuck," you raise your brows in wait for an answer.

"Because Boo is a slut. She fucks anything that moves." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Oh what, and you don't? I've seen your fingers in five different girls' pussies just this week. You're not any better. You and Boo are the same with your pussy competition. Who's winning that by the way," you laugh. "At least Boo doesn't keep a bang book." You roll your eyes. Boo and her have this ridiculous competition going on to see who can fuck the most girls. Nicky shoves you and you shove her back. She does it again and this causes a play fight to break out between the two of you. You are both laughing as you push each other, until Nicky grabs both of your wrists. She pulls you close to her, so your faces are only inches away. She has that famous smirk of her lips and you try hard to keep your smile at bay. Her gaze moves from your eyes to your mouth and back again. You could cut the sexual tension in the cube with a knife. You feel butterflies fighting to erupt inside you. She leans in closer and closer until your lips are brushing against one another, just a whisper of a kiss, as if Nicky is asking for permission. Your breath hitches and your head is screaming for you to stop, but your body is pleading for more. Ultimately your body wins the internal battle as you push your fingers into her mane and pull her into you. Your lips meet and her hands find your waist, squeezing slightly. Your lips melt together as one entity as you kiss. She inevitably pulls away for air and you find yourself missing her lips, already.

"You want to go to the chapel," she asks as she bites her bottom lip. Sex. That's all she wants. You can't deny that you want that too, more than you ever have while being in here at this moment, if you're being honest with yourself. You can't, you won't. If she can make you feel like this from kissing, then sex is just going to make you addicted and you don't need that.

"No, I don't. I'm sorry, Nicky." You rub your thumb over her cheek before pulling you hands into your lap. She pulls her lips into a thin line.

"Right, you don't play that game," she huffs before exiting your cube.

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The room is dark and the only sound filling the room is the munching of snacks and eruption of laughter every once in a while. You are focused on the movie as you share a knitted blanket with Boo while you enjoy the Snickers she got you from commissary. Nicky is sitting on the other side of you, arms crossed, and every so often making a side eye at you and Boo. You feel Boo's hand move to your knee and rest there. You make note of it, but ignore it as you continue to watch the movie. Eventually that hand starts to run higher up your thigh. You put your hand on top of hers to stop it in place. In your peripheral, you see Nicky shift next to you. You move you hand back to where it was. After a while, Boo's hand starts to explore your thigh again, getting closer to the inside. You shift and stop her hand once again. You look at her, and her gaze meets yours, giving you a wink.

"You look sexy. No one will see," she whispers to you.

"Boo, I-"

"Would you guys shut the fuck up. I can't focus on the movie," Nicky leans over and joins the conversation.

"Hey, Nichols, why don't you mind your own fucking business and quit with the cliterference."

"Why don't you keep your hands to yourself," Nicky retorts.

"I don't cock block your efforts, so how about you show some respect and don't do it to mine. You had your chance. You're going to lose, so deal with it." You take in the back and forth arguing between them and finally it hits you. The competition. The fucking competition. That explains their behavior. You're the target. Your blood beings to boil as you realize that they are competing to see who can fuck you first. You told Nicky when you first heard about this stupid bet that you would not be apart of it. She promised that you would not be involved in this. You can't believe that she really let Boo place bet on you.

"Shut the fuck up, Boo," Nicky spats.

"Why don't both of you shut the fuck up? I can't believe you. Me? You made me your fucking competition. Fuck both of you." You throw the blanket at Boo and rip your ear bud out, rushing out of the room. You can't believe Nicky. The flirting, affection, attitude, the kiss were all for this fucking competition. You are not some prize to be won. You are not some piece of meat. You make your way through the halls until you push open the doors to the chapel. You sit on a pew and put your head in your hands. You do your best to fight back the tears that want to escape. You will not let her make you cry. You feel like such an idiot. How could you let her kiss you? How could you let her get to you and make you feel something for her? You know Nicky, maybe better than anyone in here. You know that she can never be serious. She will never let herself feel for someone. It's all just physical, all for her own benefit. After the kiss, she was mad at you for rejecting her, like it hurt her feelings. What bullshit.

"Y/N?" A cracked and raspy voice comes from behind you. The sound of it alone makes you want to explode. It makes you want to scream. "Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"Fuck you, Nichols. Leave me alone." You shake your head, refusing to look at her. More in fear that you will cry than anything else. You hear her sit down next to you. You feel her hand touch your shoulder and you smack it off of you in an instant. "Don't you dare touch me," you say, rage dripping off of every word. Seeing her deep brown eyes makes your heart crack. Your restraint is falters as a single tear escapes. You see Nicky's bottom lip quiver. "Don't start fucking crying. You have no right." you shove her chest and she looks down at her lap. "You have no fucking right," you say louder, pushing her chest again. All she does is take it. "You're a horrible person, you know that?" She still doesn't say anything. "I trusted you. I told you not to involve me in this shit! I trusted you, and you tried to use me!" The anger in you begins to grow and the tears are falling freely now. The more you say, the more angry you get. The more you want to take it out on her. "You're supposed to be my friend! I'm not just some other bitch for you to fuck and dump!" Your palm meets her chest again. "I'm not nothing! I'm not just another conquest!" As your hand is about to meet her again, she grabs your wrist, finally making eye contact with you. Tears are running down her cheeks.

"I don't think that," she yells. "Fuck, I've never thought that." The sentence is barely above a whisper.

"Really, because it sure seems like you do."

"Well I don't." Her voice is sharp. She looks away again, not able to meet your gaze. "Boo wanted to make you competition. I told her no, but she was going to try either way. She said that whoever got you would win. She was fucking set on you. I couldn't..." Her voice trails off.

"You couldn't what?"

"I couldn't stand the idea of you with someone! Someone that's not me!" You breath catches in your throat at those words. More tears slips down her face and the sight makes you hurt. Nicky would never let someone know how much she truly cares. She's said it herself multiple times. She has commitment issues and a fucked up idea of love because of her mom, but here and now, she's admitting it to you. As much as you love hearing that sentence, it also infuriates you.

"Nicky, you're so fucking confusing! You can fuck every girl here, but the minute someone might have an opportunity with me, it's not okay? That's some twisted shit. You know that right," you ask and she offers a sad laugh.

"I never said I wasn't fucked up. I'm sorry, babe," She gives a smile that doesn't meet her eyes as she brings her hand to your cheek, wiping away the left over tears. You can't help but lean into her touch. It is silent for a moment, while you both let your emotions settle. Finally you break it.

"So, you really can't stand to see me with anyone but you? That sounds like a confession."

"Well, we are in a chapel. You're supposed to confess, right?" Her hand moves from your face to your neck.

"So, confess then, Nichols," you lean in closer to her. She lets out a breathy laugh.

"I confess that I want you so fucking bad, all the time, and not just sexually. Even though I do think about that quiet a lot." There she goes, biting her damn bottom lip. Her hand trails down your shoulder, to your arm, then to your thigh. You take in a deep breath, trying to settle the bundle of nerves building in your stomach. "I confess that I think about you day and night. That I love the way you rant about your books, the way you smile, the way you say my name." Her fingers play with the hem of your pants before she slides her fingers under them and into your panties. She runs her fingers over your lips and you visibly shiver, making her smile. Her index finger finds you clit and she rubs small circles. "I confess that I touch myself to the thought of you," she whispers in your ear, before taking your lobe between her teeth. You let out a small whimper.

"Nicky," you moan as the her movement on your core picks up speed.

"I love when you say my name, baby." Your eyes flutter shut and your head falls back when she plunges those fingers into you. You let out a loud moan and feel her move. You open your eyes when her fingers pull out of you. You see her now on her knees in front of you. She grabs either side of your pants and tugs, indicating for you to lift. She pulls your pants off frantically before grabbing your bare hips, and pulling you to the edge of the pew. She throws your legs over her shoulders, wrapping her arms around your thighs, and grips tight to hold you in place. "Fuck, I've thought about the way you taste for so long," she groans and rolls her eyes seductively before bowing her head to meet your throbbing center. You feel her tongue flick up and your head instantly falls back, mouth dropping open. She buries her face into you, her tongue running up and down in fast motions, before stopping at your clit and taking it between her teeth. She gently rubs it between her teeth while sucking, forcing you to let out a loud scream. "As much as I'd love to make you scream, you need to be quiet for me, baby." You nod and she smiles, kissing your inner thigh. "That's my girl," she praises before moving her face back to your now soaking pussy. Her tongue shoves inside you and you gasp.

"Fuck, Nicky," you moan as quietly as your body will allow. As she continues to lick you up and down, exploring every inch of your flower, her hand reaches up to squeeze your breast. She then pulls away.

"Take the rest of your clothes off," she demands, standing up. You obey, pulling your shirts off, and then your bra. You're now bare and suddenly feel self conscious. You move your arms over your breasts and stomach. Nicky grabs your arms, pulling them off of you. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking perfect."

"Take your clothes off," you say, nodding your head toward her attire and she smirks. She pulls her work boots off before peeling off her uniform. She is now standing in front of you, naked and beautiful. You lick your lips and the sight of her.

"Fuck, the way you're looking at me makes me so wet," she moans and grabs your arm. She pulls you onto the stage and behind the podium. She sets you inside the large hollow middle of the podium, hidden away from anyone that may come in. She latches onto your neck and begins to suck hard. You groan as your fingers find her center. You play softly with her folds before sliding your fingers inside her. She is so wet and so warm. She moans and follows your actions by sliding her fingers inside you, while her other hand is placed above your head on the podium, propping her up. You both finger each other and she rests her forehead on yours. Her hair sticks to her the sides of her face from sweat and you know yours is doing the same. You both pick up pace and are plunging your fingers into one another. You are both a mess of moans as you stare into each other's eyes. She has a lazy smile on her lips and she brings her thumb to your clit. Her thumb rubs hard circles on your clit as her index and middle finger pump into you.

"Oh my god, Nicky," you say as your eyes close. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches you being to unfold. "Nicky, fuck," you say her name again, your moans getting louder. Your fingers are still pumping in and out of her and she moans. You take your other hand and being to rub her clit.

"Say my name again, baby," you moans out. The command makes you more wet, if that is even possible.

"Nicky," you moan and her motions on your core become faster and harder.

"Fuck, you're mine, aren't you baby?" You bite your bottom lip and nod. "Say it. Say you're mine." You buck your hips against her hand. She is riding your fingers the same way you are hers.

"I'm yours, Nicky. Fuck, I'm yours." You meet her brown eyes. They are dark in a way you've never seen. They are hungry and determined.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

"Nicky, I'm about to..." You can't even finish your sentence from the tightening building in your stomach and you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel like you're about to explode from the pressure rising inside you.

"Me too, baby. I want you to look at me when you cum," she says and you open your eyes to meet hers again. Your legs being to shake wildly as you feel sweat roll between your breasts. You can't hold it any longer and you release. You scream as you stare deep into her eyes and allow the tension to release until you feel pure bliss. Once Nicky feels your cum now dripping down her hand, she pulls out of you and her hand grabs the other side of the podium, squeezing the wood as you finish her. Her eyes slam shut as her head falls back. You bring one of her nipples into your mouth and roll it between your teeth. A moan erupts from her lips as you feel her tighten around your fingers and then hot, wet cum soaks your hand. You pull out of her, making her shiver. She slumps down in front of you, resting her forehead against yours once again. She brings her fingers to her lips and sucks your juices off of them. The action makes your center twitch as you roll your eyes in pleasure of the sight before you.

"You are so fucking sexy," you say and pull her head to yours until your mouth meets. Your lips move in sink, still hungry for one another. She breaks the kiss and laughs as you rest your hand comfortably in her hair. "Tell me you're mine," you demand and she gives you a wide smile.

"I'm yours," she says and kisses you softly.

"And I'm yours."

[grenadehearts]

☣︎ electric - nicky nichols

authors note: sorta self indulgent, i just had to write for her. more fics w her soon.. masterlist link here.

ฅ ฅ cw: nicky x female reader, tiny bit of angst followed with fluff. sorta ooc but idrc.

You crept in through the slight crack into the electrical room, where wires lay frayed and wrenches rusted, yet there she was — tucked near the corner where the fluorescent light flickered on and off, casting long, restless shadows across the cracked tiles.

The washing machine hummed a low, steady buzz that made the room feel alive even in its decay. And there stood Nicky Nichols, exactly where you knew she’d be — your shared spot, the one place that was always yours — and still, every time, just the sight of her made your chest tighten in that dizzying, stupid rush that came from merely hearing her name.

“L/N,” she said, blonde curls bouncing as she lifted her head, her eyes sweeping over you the way they always did—slow, deliberate, almost memorizing. She looked at you like she was tracing a map she already knew by heart but still needed to touch again, something she didn’t even seem to realize she was doing.

She always stared. Always leaned in a little like she couldn’t help it, pupils widening like she could drag you closer just by looking, like she could study your soul with the tilt of her eyes or the twitch of her mouth.

Your slides shuffled over the tile as you stepped toward her. Each step slow in the way you watched her movements.

“Nicky,” you murmured, aiming for calm, but the second her gaze lifted from beneath her lashes, your mouth betrayed you — your grin broke through before you could stop it.

She stepped closer, warmth radiating off her like a furnace, and it lifted every hair on your arms. She pointed at your face with two fingers, her fake preppy-designer voice dripping sarcasm as she said, “Now, see how much better you look when you’re smiling. Not all grumpy, eh?”

You scoffed, swatting at her hand. “You’re so stupid. Shut up.”

She grinned — that reckless, effortless grin — but it slipped for half a second. Something softer, bare, flickered behind her brown eyes. “I missed you, kid.”

Her words sank into you, warming everything at once. And for a moment the room stilled — suspended, like static before the radio cuts in. A hazy, almost sedating warmth washed through you.

You slid down the wall. She followed instantly, shoulders brushing yours, knees knocking every few seconds — small touches that sent little sparks skimming under your skin.

Nicky leaned back, dragging her hands over her face with a half-laugh, half-sigh.

“Alright, alright,” she muttered, voice low. “Look at me getting all sentimental. That’s not my gig — that’s yours.”

Your breath hitched, chest tight, and she scoffed softly.

“Fuck, uh… I mean, we’re friends, yeah? It’s fun. Just fun,” her voice dipped low, rough at the edges, and bled into something too raw to swallow back down.

Silence stretched. She rocked her head against the wall, eyes flicking up at the flickering light, lips pressed tight like she’d been biting down on the truth for too long.

“Nichols… why do you care?” you asked quietly. “You flirt with everyone. I’m not… special.”

She laughed — uneven, warm, almost pained. “Christ, kid. If you really think you’re not special, then you haven’t been paying attention.”

Your chest felt light — floaty almost — the way her words rolled off her tongue like they were nothing, even though they weren’t nothing. Not for you. Not for her.

Still, your stubbornness flared, instinctive and stupid.

“Don’t try to twist this,” you muttered. “It’s not my fault you’ve slept with half the prison.”

She tilted her head, amused but tired. “Yeah, but you know I confessed. A dozen times. Maybe more.”

You went still. She was right. You ignored her. Ignored everything she said. Ignored the way your chest ached whenever she smiled at you.

“I just—” your mouth went dry, words failing you.

“No, baby. I know. You’re stubborn. You don’t wanna let me in. You guard your heart. Eh… I’m not mad, I can’t be. It’s what made me love you so impossibly much. It’s fucking bitter and sharp—shit stings like hell. I’m so fucking infatuated with you, it hurts. My chest aches. It aches. Whenever you’re not here, it’s withdrawal. My brain goes haywire, like you pulled the plug.”

Your heart rattled against your ribcage, clawing upward, like it wanted out. Like it wanted her.

The ache became unbearable.

You leaned in, grabbed Nicky’s face, and kissed her. Hard.

She gasped — a sharp inhale of surprise — before melting into you, hands sliding around your waist, dragging you onto her lap like she’d been waiting her whole life for this exact second. Your legs wrapped around her instinctively, clinging.

The kiss deepened slow at first, warm and searching — then it broke open, frantic, desperate. Every kiss a plea. Every press of lips a confession. Teeth knocking, tongues tangling, hands grasping and pulling and memorizing. Her fingers threaded through your hair like she needed proof you were real.

You tore apart only when you had to breathe, foreheads pressed, both of you panting. Nicky looked at you through messy curls and glassy eyes, voice wrecked and low.

“What is it?”

You swallowed, chest trembling. “I love you.”

Her face lit up, grin splitting across it — then she masked it, teasing, almost playful, yet her voice held low and raspy. “Hey now. Put a ring on it first.”

You giggled. She laughed with you, warm and free, pulling you back for another kiss — slow, messy, endless — letting the warmth between you stretch, hearts hammering together, skin pressed, breaths mingling, the room disappearing around you until it was just this ache that settled between you.

[livmorrr]

I just like Natasha Lyonne a lil

[randomgirl005]

F*ck!ng in LOVE with this show!!!

Orange Is the New Black (2013 - 2019)

[despite-what-we-both-know]

they are both so hot and for what?? seeing them in person was everything.

[hers1ut]

Imprisoned Love - Nicky Nichols

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Warnings: Praise Kink, Pet Names, Handcuffs, Thigh Riding, Fingering

Words: 2172

Pairings: Switch Fem reader X DomTop Nicky Nichols

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Nobody's POV:

When you became the hot junkies roommate you thought everything would be fine and normal, you thought you'd be great friends. But your thoughts were wrong. You wanted more. You wanted her. Her to destroy you.

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Y/N's POV:

Sitting on my bunk reading, my mind drifted off somewhere else. "Are you gonna be a good girl" "be quiet okay we aren't alone remember" "cum for me y/n" Nicky said to me. Her fingers trailed all over my body. I was pushed up against a wall. The door was locked however someone could notice us any minute.

I got brought from my thoughts as Nichols walked into the room. Shit why am I thinking like this about her, she's just my bunk mate, my friend.

Nicky: "hey y/l/n what you doing"

Me: "ah nothing really just reading"

Nicky: "alright then, I'm just heading off to the chapel now anyway. Gonna go meet Morello" she says with a wink.

I was always kinda jealous of Lorna to be honest. I always wished I was her, she's honestly so lucky. But she doesn't even like Nicky she's practically using her.

I hopped off my bunk and grabbed Nicky's wrist. This is it I'm going to tell her I like her, before it's too late. I said to myself.

Me: "wait" I said looking into her eyes. My eyes flickered down to her lips wanting to desperately kiss her.

Nicky: "huh?"

Instantly I freaked out and panicked. Letting go of her wrist and pulling away saying "nvm" Nicky walked off and exited the room. Heading to the chapel to meet Morello.

Nicky's POV:

I walked out my bunk heading to the chapel to meet lorna smirking and slightly giggling to myself. I can see the effect I have on y/n but she doesn't realise it. I know she wants me I'm just waiting for her to make a move. Or I'll just make the move if she takes too long. I know I should go back in there and grab her. Kiss her delicate plump lips, take her to the chapel but I can't. I can't tell her yet or maybe I can.

Y/N's POV:

Nicky had left to go see Lorna and I got back to reading. The book I was reading was a wlw book honestly I was very deep into the story that I didn't realise Nicky came back. Until I felt my bunk sink. "Hey" Nicky had said while chewing gum. I slowly lowered my book too slow that she pushed it down and moved closer to me.

Nicky: "I know what you were thinking about earlier when I came in"

Me: "what are you talking about Nicky"

Nicky: "don't play dumb with me y/n I'm not that stupid"

Me: "I really don't know what you mean Nichols"

Nicky just laughed to herself and leant forward close to my ear and whispered. "Do I need to show you what you were thinking about, by actually making it a reality. By fucking you dumb y/n" she said in a seductive raspy voice lifting up my chin to look at her. Before pulling away biting her lip smirking

Me: "w-what um I-"  I stuttered.

Nicky: "see. Do I make you nervous y/n"

Me: "no no it's just u-uh" I stuttered again

Nicky: "enough talking" she said leaning forward close enough to kiss me. Capturing my lips into a heated kiss I moan slightly against her lips as she gets on top of me. (Bare in mind we are on the top bunk this could escalate badly any minute)

Nicky: "someone's needy huh"

Me: "please Nicky I need you"

Nicky: "oh you need me?"

I couldn't say anything so I nodded.

Nicky: “hmm how about we have a bit of fun with this then” she says pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

Me: “NICKY WHAT THE FUCK. DID YOU STEAL THEM FROM ONE OF THE GUARDS”

Nicky: “yeah stole them from luschek” she says laughing

Me: “fucking hell what if you get caught with them”

Nicky: “don’t worry I won’t, now hands up sweetie” I do as she says and put my hands up she puts one of the cuffs on one hand then the other on the other hand while smirking at me.

Nicky: “right you’re gonna keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you like the desperate whore you are for me. Okay kitten. And you can’t touch me” she says putting a strand of hair behind my ear

Me: “but-”

Nicky: “no but’s” she says cutting me off

I don’t say anything to her and just nod. She grabs my handcuffed wrists and pins them back above my head. Causing my breath to hitch, she bites her lip looking down at me underneath her loving the sight of it.

Nicky: “god I love you underneath me”

Me: “I’ve always wanted to be underneath you”

Nicky: “I know you have kitten, also what did I say about talking” she says wrapping her hand around my neck pushing me down further into the pillow. “Do you want me to punish you. Show you how naughty you’re being” she whispers close to my lips I don’t say anything back and just keep looking at her not even move either. “Because I will. I’ll show you how much of a naughty girl you are, how bad you are being and how badly you need me”

Me: “do it”

Nicky: “I told you to shut up” she says slapping me across the face. I don’t move to look at her, she didn’t like that.

She grabs the lower part of my face forcing me to look at her. Going close to my lips and kissing me in a heated kiss I moan against her lips as she starts grinding into me. One hand on my wrists the other sliding down into my panties. Her lips on mine pulling the moans from my mouth in a heated make out. I move closer to her fingers and begin to grind into her. Moaning into the kiss. “Nicky” i lowly whisper against her lips.

Nicky: “shhh”

Me: “fuck I’m close”

Nicky: “cum on my fingers baby, let me hear all your pretty noises” and with that I released all on her fingers moaning like crazy but she put her hand over my mouth muffling the moans. She lets me ride out my high before pulling her fingers out and sucking off all my juices off her fingers. “Yummy” she mumbles before hovering over me again and leaning down.

Nicky: “open your mouth baby”

I do as she says and open my mouth. She then spits in my mouth putting a finger under my chin to close it.

Nicky: “swallow” she demanded. Again I did what she said and swallowed her salvia that was mixed with my cum.

Nicky: “look at you being such a good girl for me. I’m so proud you’re finally listening to me. Good girl” she whispered.

Me: “fuck” I say pulling at the handcuffs.

Nicky: “aww does my little slut want to touch me” she says trailing her fingers on the side of my face

Me: “yeah please I’ll be good”

Nicky: “hmm okay”

Nicky takes one of the handcuffs off my wrist but leaves the other one on. Handcuffing me to the bed.

Me: “noo just one”

Nicky: “if you keep complaining I won’t let you touch me at all”

Me: “fine” I put my hand on her cheek and pull her closer to me. I look deep into her eyes and smile at her.

Nicky: “what”

Me: “has anyone ever told you how hot and beautiful you are Nichols”

Nicky: “shut up”

Me: “make me”

Nicky: “actually your the only one that’s ever said that you know”

Me: “Nicky”

Nicky: “yeah”

Me: “kiss me, fuck me again, just please destroy me”

Nicky: “you were being all soft and cute what happened why you all horny all of the sudden sweetie” she says moving hair out of my face.

Me: “because I need you please I need you so bad Nicky I’ve waited too long for you. that I need you so badly”

Nicky: “oh baby I know. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I don’t want it to end”

I don’t say anything and only squeeze her boob through her prison shirt. She moans before taking my hand away.

Nicky: “baby let me pleasure you okay as much as I like it. You need to be touched not me” I don’t listen to her and slide my hand into her trousers. Moving her panties aside and rubbing her clit softly. Earning a small moan out of Nicky. I get faster with my movements as her moans become louder. “Do you want me to stop” I whisper in her ear. “Fuck” is all she could mutter out.

Me: “cum on my fingers and after I’ll let you be in control again” I whisper. Nicky released all over my fingers. Head falling back and moans spilling out of her mouth. I let her ride out her high before pulling my fingers out and licking them clean.

Me: “Fuck you taste good Nichols”

Nicky: “you sneaky, don’t do that again ok I prefer to pleasure you but that felt good”

Me: “you taste amazing I want more”

Nicky: “no no your turn” she says pushing me down onto the pillow then crashing her lips into mine again.

Pulling away to look at me with a slight smirk. She says “let’s change this up a bit”

Me: “what do you mean” I say with a confusing look.

Nicky: “get up”

Me: “slight problem I can’t I’m handcuffed to the bed remember”

Nicky: “oh yeah”

Nicky takes the handcuffs off me. I sit up still looking at her with a confused look.

Nicky: “right so since there’s no officers around stand up” I do what she says and stand up. “Strip” I look at her with wide eyes. She gestures her hand for me to strip and I do what she says. Now I’m just left in my bra and panties. “No panties off too” I nod before she gives me another demand.

Nicky: “ok come here” i walk closer to her still confused. “Get on your knees” I get on my knees before she tells me to put my arms out. Cuffing both of them then telling me to stand up again. Before she taps her leg telling me to sit on her lap with my cuffed wrists around her neck.

Nicky: “ride me, ride my thigh sweetie” she whispers in my ear.

Nichols put her hands on my waist to help me out moving me back and forth while peppering kisses on my neck. Sucking slightly to leave marks. The movements became faster. I crashed my lips into hers in a heated kiss. Suddenly our door opened, I didn’t see who it was but Nicky did, it was Morello. Nicky didn’t stop as Lorna slammed the door shut running out crying. I quickly approached my high as my eyes rolled back, head tilted back as Nicky kissed my neck some more. She let me ride out my high before crashing our lips together again.

Nicky: “did you like that, because I sure did”

I only nodded as she kissed me again. Moving her tongue in to deepen the kiss. “Nicky who opened our door” I said in a shaky voice.

Nicky: “oh it was lorna. She ran out crying tho I think she’s mad at me now because she saw your hot, naked, sexy body on top of me, but I don’t care I only care about you” I smiled at the last part before kissing her again. “I don’t want this to end. Us I mean. But what even are we Nicky” I mumble against the kiss.

Nicky: “what do you want us to be”

Me: “I want to be yours. I want you to own me, my body, my heart. Everything Nicky”

Nicky: “well I can make that happen sweetie” she says in a sexy seductive voice. Before kissing me again

After that we made out again. “I own you remember that” she whispers in my ear with her hand on my throat. I smirk at her before politely asking her to take of the handcuffs so we can cuddle for the rest of the night. I got off her and put back on my prison uniform before climbing into the bunk next to her and falling asleep in her arms.

That night I slept like an angel just being in her arms was amazing. I finally got everything I wanted. I got the hot lesbian junkie.

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A/N: I hope you liked this oneshot this is my first Nicky one so sorry if it’s kinda bad.

[eveherondale]

seeing natasha lyonne kiss a man in russian doll after watching her fingerblast women in oitnb for 7 seasons is giving me whiplash