every little thing about will smith grinds your gears. the way he walks into a room like he owns it, the lazy smirk that's always resting on his face, the way he knows he’s good at pissing you off too. especially tonight, at the stupid party your friend dragged you to where he made it his mission to not leave you the fuck alone.

you hate him, you actually fucking despise this man.

“how’s that working out for ya?”

you dont even bother turning to look at him, knowing he’ll have that fuckass smirk resting on his perfectly beautiful face. you take a sip out of your drink, swirling the rest of the drink in the cup.

“what?”

“where you pretend that i don’t get on your nerves, it's cute really; turns me on actually if im being honest, almost convincing."

you snap your head to face him and there he is, grin resting on his lips like he knows that caught your attention the way he wanted it to. his body is leaning against the wall next to you wearing that black shirt that fits him too well and you hate the fact that he looks hot in it.

"maybe if you took the hint and left me alone, i wouldn't have to pretend."

his grin widens, his eyes flickering to your lips for a moment before locking with yours. "but where's the fun in that?"

you roll your eyes pushing off the wall to walk away, but his hand catches your wrist pulling you back.

"where are you going?"

"away from you."

"no you're not."

you glare at him. "you're so fucking irritating, you know that?"

"yeah, i've been told." he steps closer, and suddenly the space between you is too small, his body blocking you against the wall. "but you keep coming back don't cha? keeps me wondering why."

"i don't—"

"-you do." his head tilts, eyes scanning your face. "i mean even right now, you could've walked away when i first grabbed you but you didn't. you could've made a scene but you didn't. you're still here y/n, still letting me push you against this wall."

your heart is hammering so loud you're pretty sure he can hear it, heat forming between your thighs.

"maybe i just like watching you make an ass of yourself."

he chuckles, shaking his head. "and maybe i like watching you pretend you don't want this."

he leans down, lips lingering against yours but he doesn't kiss you. instead, he lets the moment stretch, lets you feel every second of his eyes on your lips and then he steps back.

"my place, ten minutes. or don't your choice."

and he walks away.

-

and now you find yourself at his front door.

of course you show up and when you knock on his door, he opens it with that same smug look like he knew all along you would.

"took you long enough."

"shut the fuck up will."

he grins and before you can say another word, his arm snakes around your waist pulling you inside kicking the door shut behind you. your back pressed up against the wall and his mouth is on yours.

his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips pulling you against him and you feel how hard he already is.

"god," he mutters against your lips, "do y’have any idea how long i've wanted to shut you up like this?"

"you talk too much," you snap, your hand finding the back of his neck, pulling him back in, and this time the kiss is hungrier.

his hands find the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and you let him pull it over your head. his eyes drop to your chest, and the smirk on his face makes you want to smack him.

"fuck, knew you'd have tits like this been thinking about them for months."

you should be offended by that instead you feel heat pool between your legs. "you're such a tool smith."

"yeah but i'm a tool who's about to have his mouth all over you, so who's really winning here?"

before you can retort, he's on his knees.

he makes quick work of your jeans pulling them down along with your panties, his hands are on your thighs spreading you open as he looks up at you.

"tell me you don't want this," he murmurs, "look me in the eye and tell me you don't want my mouth on you."

you can't say it because it's a lie, and he knows it too as he squeezes your thigh tightly.

"that's what i thought."

his tongue licks a stripe up the slit before reaching up your clit sucking hard. your knees buckle, underneath you as your hand flies to his hair letting out a moan of his name before you can stop yourself.

"fuck will,”

he hums against you, his fingers sliding into you curling up so perfectly inside you as you gasp as they hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

"there it is," he murmurs, and he presses against it again harder, his mouth returning to your clit. your legs buckle underneath you and you could feel his free hand sliding up to grip your hip, holding you in place.

he works you through your orgasm, fingers fucking you while his mouth sucks your clit.

“cmon, i know you’re close baby,” his fingers curling up and hitting that spot roughly which sends you over the edge as you release. he stands up, sucking his fingers off in between his lips looking pleased.

"not bad for someone you hate huh?"

"just shut up and fuck me."

“as you wish angel.”

he picks you up, carrying you to his bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. he follows you down, settling between your thighs.

"you're so sexy when you're freshly undone from my mouth, i'm gonna miss that look once i'm done with you."

"you're so full of yourself."

"y’know it." he leans down kissing your neck, biting hard enough to make you gasp. "and you're so in denial, perfect combination."

he marks his way down your body, leaving dark hickeys on your collarbone to your chest.

“gotta make sure everyone knows,” he mutters, moving to the other side. "knows who you were with."

"we hate each other—" you breath out.

“yeah? how long are we gonna keep pretending that?”

his hand wraps around your throat, his eyes locking with yours.

"you ready to hate me a little more?"

"just fuck me will."

he lines himself up and pushes, your eyes rolling back at the fullness. his lips brush against your ears, letting out a low groan. he gives you a second to adjust before he starts moving.

his hips slam into yours, the grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your head spin. his other hand slides up to your tits squeezing, thumb flicking over your nipple.

"look at you," he breathes, "taking me so fucking well and you hate me right? that's what you keep saying."

"i- i do hate you—"

"yeah?" he shifts his angle and when he hits that spot again, you can’t help but let out a scream. "you hate this spot too? should i stop hitting it?"

"don't you fucking dare.”

he grins as he aims for it with every thrust. his pace not slowing down one bit as your nails claw at his back.

"that's it, wanna feel you cum all over me. show me how much you hate me.”

“will, i’m so close.” you whine, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts but he holds you down against the mattress.

“say you don’t hate me.”

“will—“

his pace stalls, as he pulls out and roughly slamming back in causing you to gasp.

“say it.”

he repeats that once again, his hand finding your throat again squeezing gently locking his eyes with yours as he pulls out again causing you to whine below him.

“will please, i was so close.”

“i’m waiting baby,”

and with that he slams inside you even harder than before causing your eyes to roll back as he hits that spot inside you over and over again.

“fuck— i don’t hate you will. i don’t hate you one bit.”

he smirks, his lips slamming against yours in a sloppy kiss. “that’s what i thought.”

his fingers reach down between you two, rubbing fast circles against your clit as you fall apart, cumming with a cry as your body shakes under him. he fucks you through it, groaning at the way you clench around him.

"fuck baby yes," he hisses, "that's it."

he follows a moment later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a deep moan. he stays in you, his forehead pressed to yours.

“so fucking perfect f’me.”

wills lips find yours once more, before slowly pulling out of you watching his cum leak out of you. his finger slides down, pushing it back inside you before bringing it up to your lips.

“open up baby,”

you don’t hesitate, wrapping your lips against his digits sucking them clean eyes locking on his with every movement.

“so much for hating me hm?”

you bite back a smile, rolling your eyes punching his chest as he chuckles.

“if anything, i think you’re the one obsessed with me.”