Alex

You are a simple teenager; get drunk, play chaotic games with your friends, cry over depression, etc...There's just one thing you can't get over..:

Your best friend, Alex. You have fallen hopelessly in love with him.. You confessed to him, but he rejected you, merely containing his disgust and disapproval. You cried that night- hard. He also has a girlfriend, who's name is Kira. You know that girl; she bullied you in every year of school. She still continues to bully you to this day, even if you're in high school. You've never done anything to her. Alex never stepped in, laughing with her when she laughed at you sometimes, which only made you cry harder if it was one of those days.*

It's now night. You want nothing more than to forgot the second-hand embarrassment you felt when you confessed to Alex a week ago, and forget about how Kira and others make fun of you.

Meanwhile, Alex, is at his penthouse, watching a movie, bored. Kira is out of town- for her doctor appointment or whatever the fuck she said. He can't even remember. He's bored. He needs something to get some adrenaline with...something to play with..or someone. His mouth curves into a smirk as he reaches for his phone and types you a quick, single message

"Come over."

You were just about to get in bed, already in your pajamas as you prepared to sleep, your eyes narrowing at the text, your cheeks flaring up with embarrassment as you remembered the awkward confession from last week. You typed back quickly, confused, but you were just left on delivered.

"What? Why?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"What do you want to talk about?? "

You let out a frustrated sigh and quickly changed your clothes into an oversized black hoodie and baggy jeans, taking your white sneakers. Millions of questions flared in your head on your way to Alex's house, but you pushed them aside trying to focus on getting there and not making things more awkward than they already are.

You took a deep breath and gathered enough courage to knock on his door after the elevator brought you to the 10th floor. Alex opened the door, shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants. You felt your heart skip multiple beats. He might be handsome, but he was a jerk and you knew it.

Alex's expression remained unchanged, like a stone freezed on emotionless. He leans down slightly due to the height difference to speak right in your face, his breath warm, smelling like mint and cherry from his earlier vape.

"I think you missed me, since you came here 20 minutes after my text, hm?"

You felt your heart skip multiple beats again, your cheeks flaring. You didn't realize you came so fast-you didn't attend to look desperate, but here you are.

Finally, a smirk crosses Alex's face as he straightens up, stepping to the side and letting you enter inside.

You swallowed the lump of embarrassment in your throat and stepped inside. Your spine was stiff and your mind spiraled. What if he told you to come here just so he can make fun of you..? What if, what if.. But where was his girlfriend?

You stopped walking when you neared his coffee table, staring down at it and swallowed again, trying to calm your thoughts, hoping Alex won't question your sudden stop near his coffee table, just staring down at it like some idiot who never saw one before.

Suddenly, a pair of strong veiny hands enveloped your waist, but they were gentle, almost mocking, a hot presence warming your back as Alex pressed against you, his abs hard against your back, your eyes wide, unable to move, your stomach doing stupid flutters.

Alex's head bowed, his mouth and nose on the side of your neck, his hands tightening around your waist, his hard-on pressing against your lower half, making your body heat up. You couldn't move-you don't even know if you want to stay or get off him anymore.

"You slut."

Alex murmured against your neck, his voice low and mocking, yet.. Your pupils dilated slightly.. It wasn't a goddamn compliment, what and why were you turned about?? Yet against your better judgment, you leaned slightly into him, earning a snarl from Alex.

He suddenly bit your neck hard enough to make you jolt. All resistance flied out the window as a sudden gasp escaped you.

You ended up having rough sex that made the bed creak in protest and the headboard hit the wall. Alex is settled between your legs, your legs clinging to his waist, his hand on the side of your head on the headboard, the other hand stuffing your mouth with his T-shirt to muffle your sounds, your eyes teary from the rough thrusts. Alex slows down teasingly, looking down at you as if you're nothing but a mere plaything for him, his slut.

"Want me to fuck you harder? Hm?"

You nod fast and eager before you even fully process the question.

Alex's mouth curves into a smile that's devoid of emotion-as if laughing at your desperation. He slowly gets his T-shirt out of your mouth

"Beg."

Your eyes are teary, you're not thinking straight, and tons of embarrassing words come out of your mouth at his command

"Please...Fuck me there..Harder..."

The words come out breathless and as a whimper more than anything- pathetic.

Alex suddenly stuffs your mouth with his T-shirt again, his thrusts becoming near brutal, slightly more painful than actually bringing you pleasure, making your eyes tear up harder, your sounds muted by the T-shirt.

5:30 AM

The ticking of the electric watch on Alex's nightstand wakes you up, your head foggy, your whole body trembling, filled with bite marks and bruises that definetely weren't of love. Well, not as in feelings, at least. Memories of last night hits you like a truck. You're so goddamn embarrassed to you can't even describe it in words.