the reason he hated you was because you hated him first.

but how could you not? he's such a know-it-all, such a pain in the ass that your first instinct whenever he recites in class is to tell him to shut up. it's gotten so bad that all the professors have to step in before anything starts.

for you, it's as if it wasn't bad enough that you were both taking the same major, he just had to share all the same classes and be better than you at everything.

and to make matters worse, you have a lot of mutual friends.

and one of them is jake sim.

it's an understatement to say that you had a little crush on him. you'd always sidle up to him during gatherings, wave at him first when you meet up for drinks, laugh the hardest at his not-so-funny jokes. it didn't take long for jay to catch on to this, and boy did he have a fun time teasing you about it.

"stop with the heart eyes, _______. it's gross," jay calls out from across the circle of people on jake's dorm room floor.

you narrow your eyes at him, sticking your middle finger up in response.

"i don't know what you're talking about, park," you retaliate, jaw jutting out in annoyance.

"you're practically undressing jake with your eyes," jay says with a wave of his hand towards your friend. jake just looks between the two of you, trying to suppress a grin.

"oh, so you've resorted to lying now?" you shoot back, rolling your eyes. the rest of the group has quieted down at this point, drinks forgotten and mood souring at the two of you fighting.

"you clearly want to fuck him," jay points out indignantly. "am i wrong, _______?"

before you can answer, a hand wraps around your bicep, yanking you up to your feet. you see your other friend, karina, behind you, her hand firmly on your arm. you look across the room to see yeji grabbing jay by the shirt before pulling him towards the door.

karina shoves you after jay, sending you both out of the door before the two of you can process what's happening.

"it looks like it's the two of you who need to fuck," karina says with a tired roll of her eyes. "fuck your anger out or something, i don't care, just don't ruin all our moods."

and with that, the door is slammed right in your face.

you turn to jay, insults ready, but he beats you to it.

"see what you've done?" jay whisper-yells, careful not to raise his voice too much, seeing that it's 1 in the morning.

"it's my fault? but you started it!" you answer back, pushing at jay's chest, sending him stumbling backward. "why did you have to point it out anyway? so what if i wanna fuck jake? you jealous or something?"

"and what if i am?" jay asks, hand grabbing at your wrist, pulling you closer. he towers over you, his head bowed as he surveys your face. you try to pull away, but his grip on you is too strong.

"why?" you ask, practically spitting the question out. why would jay want to fuck you of all people?

(but, the real question you're asking yourself is, what's stopping you from fucking jay? he's a handsome young man. rich. the typical college rumor. you know deep down that even you aren't past that.)

"because i've been trying to get in your pants for the past few weeks this semester and all you've done during that time is argue with me," jay explains, grabbing onto your other wrist. you let him do so, not finding it in yourself to pull away. not when he's admitted that he wanted to sleep with you since day 1.

"fuck, ______, you're so hot and i can't even get close to you," jay says lowly, pulling you flush against him. you grab onto the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric up in your hands before you pull down with all your strength, meeting his lips in a messy kiss. jay groans against your lips, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he haphazardly explores your mouth.

"i fucking hate you," you mumble into the kiss, grabbing onto jay's shoulders, anchoring yourself onto him.

"doesn't seem like it, sweetheart," jay says with a chuckle, pulling away. he tugs on your arm as he leads you down the hallway. your head is still in a daze from the kiss, but you keep up, wondering where he's taking you.

"my room's empty," jay says, coming to a stop in front of one of the doors. he fishes a key out of his pocket, quickly slipping it in and undoing the lock. the door swings open and he wastes no time in grabbing you by the waist, pushing you into the room.

jay steps in and slams the door behind him, locking it. he surges forward, hands cupping the sides of your face as he continues to make out with you, both of your breathing ragged as you feel weeks' worth of pent-up frustration escape through your connected lips. he pushes you down onto the bed and you yelp, back hitting the plush mattress. jay climbs over you, undoing his belt in record time.

without exchanging any words, you reach under your skirt, pulling your panties down, and bunching it up in your hand before throwing it to the side. maybe you'll get it back. maybe you won't.

"did all that fighting make you wet? is that it? you get off on being a bitch to me?" jay asks through gritted teeth, unzipping his pants. he pulls the material down, kicking it off before pulling you closer to him. your legs automatically spread to accommodate him, earning a smirk from jay.

"someone's been waiting for this," jay taunts, fingers diving in between your folds. you whimper, mostly in embarrassment at how right he is. you're soaking wet and he hasn't even touched you.

"hearing me tell you that i've always wanted to fuck you must have been the reason for you to get this wet, hm?" jay asks, slipping a finger into you easily. you're at a loss for words, the sensation sending all your coherent thoughts out of the window.

"you're all talk, as always," you spit out. "can't even get it over with."

jay's hand comes down to slap you across the face, sending a moan out of you.

"there you go again," jay coos, hand wrapping around your throat as he pulls his finger out of you, replacing it with the top of his cock. you let out a garbled whine as jay's hand tightens around your neck.

"being a complete bitch as if you aren't just begging to be fucked," jay lets out almost angrily. all you can see in his eyes are lust and frustration.

it turned you on to no end.

jay pushes into you all the way and you both exhale at the feeling. he wastes no time and starts fucking into you with everything he's got, and honestly, you can't complain about it. you wanted it, after all.

"f-fuck," you breathe out, hands gripping at the sheets beneath you. you don't even know if this is jay's bed or not. the possibility of it being his roommate's just makes you even wetter.

"shit, you feel so good," jay admits lowly, hands keeping you in place by the waist. he fucks into you, hard, all rough, and no finesse whatsoever. you were here to fuck your anger out, and that's exactly what you'll do.

"shut up and just fuck me like you're supposed to," you snap. "stop wasting my time, park."

jay takes this as a challenge and adjusts his angle, fucking into you with newfound vigor. you can't help the moans that escape you then, your head thrown back in intense pleasure.

"i'm wasting your time? you sure about that?" jay retaliates, and your eyes roll back when he gives your neck a squeeze.

it felt too damn good.

you reach down to rub at your clit, trying to chase your high. jay grunts at this, eyes dark as he looks right into yours.

"fuck, that's hot."

you could only whine in response, his hand too tight around your neck for you to deliver one of your snarky remarks. you can feel it, the familiar tightening in your abdomen. you're so, so close.

"is the bitch gonna cum, huh?" jay asks, loosening his grip on your throat. you take in a breath of air, feeling lightheaded, the sensation only adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

"y-yeah," you whimper. "make me cum, please."

jay snickers. "you're so cute when you say that."

jay picks up the pace even more, pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, and before you can anticipate it, white suddenly flashes before your eyes. you cry out curse words mixed with jay's name as the euphoria takes over you. jay cums a few moments later, filling you up with his load. you moan at the thought, feeling him twitch inside you as he paints your walls white.

your orgasms dwindle down eventually, and jay pulls out, letting his cum spill onto the sheets. you sit up, your hair and clothes a complete mess.

"stay the night," jay speaks up, zipping his pants back up. he looks at you expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

"your roommate-"

"he's not sleeping here tonight," jay informs you. "you can borrow some of my clothes."

you don't answer for a few seconds, hesitant at the offer. jay just rolls his eyes at you.

"come on, don't be so uptight. i literally fucked you not even five minutes ago. i don't want you getting kidnapped or something," jay explains, throwing you one of his shirts. you take it in your hands, jay's scent immediately meeting your senses.

"maybe..." jay begins, crouching down to your level. he smirks before leaning in to kiss you.

this kiss turns out to be gentler, softer than your previous ones. jay pulls away, his signature smirk still on his lips.

"...we can have an angry cuddle session if you want."

you giggle, smacking jay in the chest.