You and I couldn’t stand each other, we’d constantly insult and belittle each other. You drove me fucking insane, and you made sure that I knew you thought of me as nothing but an arrogant asshole, you weren’t wrong to be honest.

Despite all of that, we shared a dorm, and needless to say, we clashed constantly. The first night we started living in the dorm, I brought a girl round and fucked her so obnoxiously loudly, not caring about disrupting your precious beauty sleep.

You were furious and disgusted with what I’d done, we had a massive row about it, causing us to hate each other even more. You concluded that I was a disrespectful prick, I decided you were an uptight prude.

Somewhere between the screaming matches and venomous words, you and I started hooking up. Well, hate fucking each other explains it much better. Whenever we were stressed out, had a long day or simply just needed a release, we’d lose ourselves in each others bodies.

It didn’t change our dynamic. We still hated each other.

I dragged myself up the stairs of the dorm building, the pain in my black eye was throbbing, and my ribs were aching, which wasn’t doing wonders for my ego. I’d gotten into a fight with Jake at uni, I don’t know how neither of us got kicked out. The dickhead made me snap, we ended up beating the fuck out of each other.

As I padded along the hallway, rage still lingered in my veins. Jake’s mere existence grated me, I swear he lived and breathed just to purposely piss me off with every word that come out of his mouth.

I reached the door to our dorm room, opening it with a soft click. You were sprawled out on the sofa, watching a movie, with your pyjamas on, which had small cherry details on both the top and shorts. A frown formed on your face as your gaze raked over my black eye, and split lip that left a trail of crimson red down my chin.

I took my jacket off, tossing it on the arm of the sofa, not bothering to hang it up and my words came out harsh. “What? Gonna lecture me now? Call me a violent dickhead? Go on then. Get it over with.”

You rolled your eyes, returning your gaze to the tv. “Don’t care enough to lecture you. Just don’t bleed on the sofa.”

I stepped closer to the sofa, staring down at you intently. “If you’re not gunna fuck me, shut up and let me sleep.”

My breathing was ragged, my whole body tense as I stood before you. I was still full of anger and adrenaline from the fight with Jake, I needed release.

I let out a gasp when you unexpectedly pulled me down onto the sofa with you, regaining my composure, I rested my arms on the back of the sofa, either side of your head.

You were already slipping your pyjama shorts off, your underwear quickly followed as you spoke. “Fine. But m’using you, not the other way around.”

“You think you’re using me, but you’ve been wet since the second I walked through the door, haven’t you?” I taunted, already unclasping my belt and discarding my jeans and boxers, which ended up in a pile on the floor with your clothes.

“Careful,” you whispered, pulling me closer to you as you ground your bare core against mine, causing a low groan to escape my throat. “Or I’ll leave you hard and miserable.”