hate ~ g eazy
word count: 1612
request?: yes!
“Can you do a G-Eazy story that has complete and total hate sex like they don’t say that they have feelings for each other”
description: in which they have a love-hate relationship, but keep denying their true feelings for one another
pairing: g eazy x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut, angst
masterlist
Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he roughly thrusted in her. Her nails dug into his back and she was sure that they would’ve been leaving marks if it wasn’t for the leather jacket he was wearing.
She had her head buried in his shoulder to muffle her whimpers and moans. The last thing either of them needed was for someone to hear and to leak to the press that G-Eazy was fucking some girl in the dressing room of a talk show.
A knock on the door startled both of them. Gerald covered her mouth as he continued to thrust into her, calling out, “Yeah?”
“You’re on in five, G!” came the voice of his manager.
“Yeah, give me a minute man!”
“Make it a quick minute.”
Gerald rolled his eyes as his thrusts became rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder. He pressed his hand against (Y/N)’s mouth to keep her growing moans silent. He bit his lip to hold back any noises he’d make as he felt himself hitting his climax. (Y/N)’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she rode out her own shortly after.
Gerald carefully put (Y/N) down before grabbing his pants and quickly pulling them up. (Y/N) grabbed her discarded pants and panties from the floor and pulled them on.
“Could’ve done it in a minute without being so fast and so rough,” she muttered as she checked her makeup in the vanity mirror.
“Fuck you,” Gerald muttered as he swung open the door.
She smirked over her shoulder. “You already did.”
Gerald rolled his eyes and continued to the talk show set. (Y/N) shook her head and used a nearby tissue to wipe off her already smudged lipstick.
She wasn’t quite sure why she and Gerald were this way. They had been friends once, or at least close to being friends. Then suddenly…they just weren’t. They had a complicated love-hate relationship - they didn’t exactly like one another, but they also didn’t want to stop being friends.
Then, just to make things more complicated, they started having sex. (Y/N) was also unsure when that happened, but she remembered roughly what had happened: they had a fight. Some harsh things were said, harsher than they had ever said before, and suddenly Gerald’s lips were on hers. The next thing she knew, she was collecting her clothes off of his bedroom floor.
It was supposed to be a one time thing, they had both agreed that it would never happen again. And then came another fight, and thus another hook up. Then they decided that this somewhat friends with benefits situation just might be a good thing for the both of them, even if they still despised one another.
Once her makeup was fixed, (Y/N) followed the rest of the crew towards the main stage of the talk show. They had already begun the interview when I arrived, so I tried to stay as quiet as possible.
“I’ve just had a lot of inspiration lately,” Gerald was saying. “Like, every waking minute I’ve been writing or recording, and before I knew it I had enough for an album. I have enough for almost two albums, but I’ll save the other songs for that.”
“Would one of your inspirations happen to be a girl?” the host asked.
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at this. Inside, she felt the familiar pang of jealousy at the thought of Gerald with another woman, although she wasn’t sure why she felt so jealous. She didn’t have feelings for Gerald, she knew she didn’t…right?
Gerald laughed and shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve been single for a while now and I don’t have any intentions on dating.”
The interviewer gave him a look. “Are you sure about that? Cause a picture recently surfaced of you with an unknown lady at an after party.”
Gerald’s face went pale as the host put the picture up on the screen for the audience to see. (Y/N) covered her mouth as she felt her stomach lurch with shock and slight anger.
The picture was of the two of them leaving a club the night before. Both were super drunk and had been all over each other inside the club the whole night. Moments before the picture was taken, Gerald had been grinding against (Y/N) and whispering dirty thoughts in her ear. She had taken hold of his hand and dragged him out of the club. While they waited for a taxi, she couldn’t stop herself from kissing Gerald, right there out in the open.
Gerald was unsure what to say. He wasn’t prepared for this. How was he going to explain the situation between him and (Y/N)?
“That’s no one,” he blurted before he could stop himself. “Just some chick I met is all. We got a little hot and heavy and I took her back to my hotel room. Not exactly the type of shit I want to be made public, but I guess you can’t help it when you’re famous.”
Tears welled up in (Y/N)’s eyes at Gerald’s words. She wondered if that’s all he thought of her; not even as an enemy, but just as an easy fuck.
Before she could stop herself, (Y/N) turned and raced out of the studio. Luckily, no one had been paying her any mind anyways, so she didn’t cause too much of a fuss. She raced directly to the bathroom and shoved the door open. She didn’t have time to get to the privacy of a stall before she broke down into tears.
The truth was, (Y/N) did feel something for Gerald. She hadn’t realized it at first, she had only seen him as a friend. When he started being rude towards her, her opinion changed and they became somewhat frenemies, but she soon realized that her feelings had never been entirely friendly. She had felt something for Gerald, something he obviously didn’t feel back, and that just made her more frustrated with the way he treated her.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, but when she heard footsteps approaching (Y/N) quickly turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face. She was wiping it with a paper towel when Gerald shoved the door open, a look of concern on his face.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” she pointed out, refusing to look at him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, ignoring her comment.
“I’m fine,” she responded. “Get out before you get in trouble.”
Gerald took hold of her chin and forced her to look up at him. She batted his hand away and backed up. “Fuck off, G.”
“I’m serious, (Y/N), are you okay?” he asked.
“Why do you give a fuck? I’m no one, remember? Just an easy fuck you met at a club.”
Gerald rolled his eyes. “You know I didn’t mean that, (Y/N). I was just trying to get their attention away from us. The situation we’re in is not an easy one to describe, it’s just easier to lie.”
“How do I know you didn’t mean it?” (Y/N) asked, crossing her arms. “I mean, what the fuck are we doing Gerald? You hate me and yet we fuck like it’s no one’s business. What do you call that, cause it’s sure as hell not a relationship.”
“I don’t hate you,” Gerald insisted.
“You don’t? So, is that why you did a sudden 180 with the way you treated me? Is that why, suddenly, it felt like you couldn’t stand to be around me? You can’t deny that the dynamic between us changed a few years back, and it’s never really recovered.”
Gerald shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t hate you.”
“Then what? What did I do to make this happen?”
“You didn’t do anything! That’s the problem!” Gerald snapped. His sudden change in tone shocked (Y/N) and she even had to take a step back. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, it’s always been hard to keep my hands off of you. But we were friends, only friends, and I knew you’d never want anything more. The best course of action was to try and push those feelings away, which, admittedly, came off as rude and cold I’m realizing now.”
She was shocked by Gerald’s words. Never once had (Y/N) ever believed that he had feelings for her, even before everything suddenly went downhill with them.
“I had no idea,” she admitted.
“I made sure you wouldn’t,” Gerald responded with a shrug. “I didn’t want to ruin things between us.”
“And then we just ended up having sex anyways,” (Y/N) pointed out, a slight joking tone in her voice.
Gerald couldn’t help but chuckle at this as well. “Yeah, we ended up having sex anyways. Just…hateful sex, and not the good kind.”
(Y/N) crossed her arms and looked down at her feet. “So, what happens now?”
Gerald copied her stance and shrugged. “I guess that’s just up to you. What do you want to happen?”
“I want to work back to where we used to be,” (Y/N) decided. “I want to get back to being friends, and then see where things can go from there.”
Gerald smiled and nodded. “Okay, I think I can do that.”
“You have no choice, cause if you pull this shit again I’ll fucking kill you.”
They laughed together, the first time they had truly laughed as friends in years.
