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she hated him. her hatred towards mike wheeler wasn't definable with words, no! but maybe it was definable by the way her eyes rolled in light speed to the back of head whenever she felt his presence or by the way she wished to slap that smug and stupid grin off of his face whenever his lips just slightly curved upwards.
he was annoying, the most annoying person she had ever seen in her whole life.
he hated her. her with her uptight and snarky attitude. seeing a glimpse of her? his day was ruined. she always managed to lower his enthusiasm with her remarks. whenever she was around, he knew that the good mood he had just seconds earlier was as equal as being flushed down a toilet.
she was annoying, the most annoying person he had ever seen in his whole life.
unfortunately for them both, their friend groups intertwined.
it started by lucas, mike's best friend, dating max, el's best friend. and before they could even realize, they had to see each other's faces more often than they'd like to.
not that they cared about each other anyway. the merging of their friend groups just proved once again how unbearable the presence of the other person was and that they would do anyting to simply stay away from each other.
which meant staying away during breaks, during weekend meetings as the entire group, during study sessions at the library and especially during… parties.
which was exactly what el was getting ready for.
her dorm looked like war zone, her desk was buried under half-used make up and forgotten papers for classes. piles of rejected outfits that went through the elimination of 'what to wear for the party?' were strewn across her bed. other books and unfinished assignments were scattered on the other bed that belonged to her roommate.
well, former roommate.
she simply decided to “unofficially” move out to move in with her boyfriend and el had the pleasure of enjoying the place by herself for a month now.
"shit." she cursed under her breath as a drop of foundation landed on one of her class papers. "fuck this."
she scooped up the papers and tossed them on the bed. her eyes scanned the mountain of dresses on her bed, groaning annoyedly as she picked up the unreasonable amount of clothes and shoved them back into her closet.
once everything looked more or less tolerable, she returned back to the desk, looking at herself in the mirror to decide what was missing to finish her appearance for the party.
just as she was about to conclude her make up by applying red lipgloss on her lips, a knock on the door halted her movements.
with a roll of her eyes, she stomped over. once she opened it, she was met with a sight that she was expecting to see the least.
”what are you doing here?" she spoke with disgust carving into her face.
mike dismissed the question, rolling his eyes. "is lucas here?"
"why should lucas be here?" she frowned, arms crossed over her chest.
he rolled his eyes again as if that was the only thing he was capable of doing. "max was getting ready in your room. i figured lucas came by when i couldn't find him in his dorm."
"as you see, there's no one here so, whoosh, vanish!" she waved her hand back and forth mockingly.
"trust me, i’m not really eager to be in your presence either, jane." he smirked after his words, as if he knew the reaction that would elicit out of her
she gasped, "where the hell do you know that name from?"
he licked his upper lip while grinning, "you see, jane. it only takes a bit of alcohol, a good mood and oh, yeah, a drunk lucas."
"i knew it." she mumbled under her breath, "listen forget that name and don't you dare to call me by it anymore."
"why? it's such a pretty name, don't you think? jane.. janey. aww, s'could be your new nickname! janey!"
"michael." she spoke sharply, glaring at him.
"jane." he raised his eyebrows, enjoying the annoyance that crept to her face.
"listen, i know you’re an annoying stupid, idiotic dumbass but could you at least—"
"—woah, woah, woah." he interrupted as his eyes darted somewhere behind her, "is that my camera?!"
without even asking for permission, he barged into her dorm, eyes falling on the device he had been searching for two weeks. "why the hell do you have it?"
"hey, idiot! max said it's her camera, she let me borrow it!"
"yeah?” he snatched it up. “then your beloved redhead clearly lied because this is mine.”
not even a full minute in his presence and she wanted to repeatedly slam her head into a wall.
just how annoying can someone be?
"oh my god, you're so goddamn annoying! just get out of my room already, i'm sick of you! you're ruining my night before it even started!"
he just shook his head and chuckled, "yeah, try getting laid tonight or something. might help you stop being so fucking uptight."
this fucker. how dare he.
"what?" she breathed out in disbelief, "how can you be so… so… i don't even have words.”
"come on." he shrugged, "maybe a good fuck would finally help. little dicks don't do it, do they?"
"yeah, you’d know since you're the president of shrimp dicks.”
he put a fake-hurt expression on his face, "you're bruising my ego, jane."
she knew that she was probably in the wrong with this, especially considering the amount of girls he had been sleeping with ever since she knew him — and that just the part that she’d heard of, who knows how many more there were she never knew.
"god, you're so gross. tell your third pinky down there to not to get hard the moment you see something that has legs and tits.”
she was so furious that the strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder, the scarlet colored material dipping dangerously low before she yanked it back up.
his eyes followed that.
"it takes more than that to get me in the mood, jane." he crossed his arms.
his lingering gaze was transfixed on her décolletage for a couple seconds at most — but suddenly she started growing aware of everything. she was alone with mike wheeler in her dorm, he was looking at her body and they were talking about sex.
she almost laughed at the situation.
instead, she stepped forward.
"yeah?" she had a wicked and mocking smile on her face. she crossed her arms right under her chest to push her breasts higher, just to rile him up a little more. "you're telling me you're not turned on by me right now?"
he scoffed, "as if. you're the last person that could ever turn me on."
she breathily laughed in response and walked closer — closer and closer until she was toe to toe with him, keeping their fiery gazes locked.
"then how do you explain…” her eyes darted from his eyes down to the visibly trapped bulge in his jeans, her lips twisting up in a winning grin. "this?"
his eyes widened and his mouth parted as he backed up. "that has nothing to do with you, jane."
she laughed again, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "oh, c'mon, mike. just admit how badly you want to fuck me, it's okay."
her mocking tone seemed to have sent him over the edge, his nostrils flared.
his jaw clenched as he grabbed her by her shoulders and guided her towards the bed that was free from stuff splattered on it. he laid her down, towering over her.
his hands were nestled on either sides of her head, his face dangerously close to hers. her eyes were wide, "mike, what are you—“
"unfair, isn't it?" he leaned towards her ear, his lips grazing her ear shell while whispering. his fingers lightly danced on her exposed legs, she hated the goosebumps that erupted through her body by that simple touch. "unfair, because you want to fuck me."
"what? no.” she sarcastically tried to bite out but failed the moment her voice got breathy, "you're the last person i would ever want to… fuck."
"prove it." he whispered in her ear again, the tips of his digits caressing her thighs, "spread your legs and prove how you aren't turned on."
she gulped, very aware of the dampness that coated her. maybe she shouldn't — simply to not give his way too cocky self any satisfaction but the way his fingers lightly glided across her thighs made her brain go blank.
it was stupid but she wasn’t exactly thinking.
out of instinct she simply spread her legs to consent and he marked his way towards her center with soft, circular motions of his wrist.
the moment two of his fingers pressed against her through her panties, he had a triumphal smile on his face. "would you look at that? you're fucking soaked."
"it's not because of you." she quickly denied, "you could fuck me and i would feel absolutely nothing."
he raised his eyebrows and placed himself on his knees, looking down at her. challenge accepted. "really?"
she rolled her eyes, "go ahead if you want me to fake my orgasm because of your tiny, useless dick."
he shook his head while laughing, curls repeatedly bumping on his forehead.
he undid his belt and shoved his pants down not long after, fumbling in the pocket of his jeans to fish out a condom.
el tried her hardest to look disinterested and bored but when he pushed his boxers down and his cock sprung out, she had to press her lips together in order not to let out a sound.
he was big and thick, even with the few people she had slept with, she could admit that he was... well... bigger.
"impressed?" he asked in amusement, rolling the condom down his cock.
"quite the opposite." she lied, "just confirmed my thoughts. smallest i've ever seen." biggest liar ever.
"alright." he nodded, hunching the skirt of her dress up to her hips, his fingers pressing on her before brushing her underwear to the side, "then you probably have no problem of me doing this."
before she could even question what he meant, he thrusted himself slowly in. her eyes widened, she was biting her lips hard in order to not let out any sounds.
she knew she had to adjust to his size first before pleasure could override her.
his eyes fluttered for a moment, veins popping in his neck.
"cat got your tongue? tell me to go slow and i will." his hands were digging in the bed.
"it's because i feel nothing. nothing… at all." she had to force herself to sound as unfazed as possible.
"if you say so." he shook his head, taking her word for it as he started thrusting into her with long and hard strokes. he propped himself back on his knees, holding on the back of her thighs as he craned his neck back, biting down his lip in pleasure.
she turned her face to the side, pushing her head against the bed. her cheeks started to flush red, her lips were sore with the force way she was biting down on them.
with each thrust she started to adjust to his size, the initial pain fading into pleasure. she clenched her throat to cut the moans that were trying to bubble out, her body wanting to betray her from the lies she so confidently told him.
"small." she said, "you're so… small."
even in the middle of a moment like this, she couldn't help but provoke him.
at the sound of those words, he sped up the thrusts of his hips, his strokes grew wilder, more unrestrained and harder. her heart was pounding, he rubbed places inside of her that were eager to trigger her to explode right then and there.
but she couldn't, no, she had to contain herself — couldn't give him the satisfaction.
he spared a look down at her, catching her flushed cheeks, tightly squeezed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. he leaned forward, his lips grazing her ear shell, licking the skin beneath. "when are you going to fake your orgasm, huh?"
she couldn't answer, the pleasure was too much. she started clenching around him, still trying to hold back.
"come on." he urged, never stopping his thrusts.
she squeezed her eyes shut, her face digging deeper in the bed. "small… bad..." she tried to say without moaning — but the words were simply contradictory to the euphoria that crashed over her and made her nails dig into her palms shortly after.
he was still keeping the relentless motion of his hips up before he emptied himself into the condom, panting as he pulled out of her. he knotted the latex and threw it in a trash can he found by her desk.
he pushed his curls back, tugging his softening cock in his boxers and dressed appropriately back. el was still laying on the bed, nails still against her palms as she tried to control her breathing.
"your room is very messy, by the way." was all he said before he stepped out of the room and left her alone.
once she heard the soft click of the door getting closed, she turned to her pillow, pressed her mouth against it and let a long moan out that she was holding back for too long.
after catching her breath, she sat up straight to fix her hair and dress. there was a stinging ache inside of her palms caused by the tiny cuts of her nails digging in it — it was drawing blood.
as the silence in her room started to amplify, the fogginess of her mind started to get clearer. the realization of the moments earlier started to catch up on her, her eyes widened as a loud gasp slipped past her lips.
i've just fucked mike wheeler. el brought her hand up to her dropped open mouth, cupping it in utter shock. and this is how it began.