“Are you serious?”
I hatefully stare into her eyes.
“That was the entire fucking reason we even met here. What is wrong with you?!” I yell.
Kaylee looks back at me with a sly grin on her face.
“Oops. Looks like I forgot,” she sighs dryly.
“How could you forget?!”
“Dunno.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?!”
“God, stop being such a baby.”
I absolutely loathe this bitch. For the entire semester, I’ve been forced to sit next to and work tirelessly with her on every work we’re given. It’s unbelievable that this college class would even have an assigned-seating chart, let alone one that doesn’t change a single time. And of course, just like with every other assignment, the final is a partner project with your assigned-seating partner.
Kaylee and I just don’t work well together. We constantly fight and argue over everything, making anything we do an endless struggle. We both prefer leadership and control, so when either of us tries to make a decision, it always goes against what the other wants. It's impossible to communicate with her at all.
It's gotten so bad that she's all I can think about nowadays. Whenever the class is coming up, whether it's the night or class before, all I can do is dread how painful it will be to see her face. Once the class ends, it’s like I’m put in this miserable, heart-aching mood, and the rest of my day ends up being ruined.
Today we intended to meet up to work on our final. Unfortunately, since she “forgot” her laptop containing files of our previous progress (which she also didn’t send me a copy of), we now can’t get anything done.
Yet, what's even more frustrating is that she somehow had all the time to make herself look pretty. She clearly spent a couple of hours making her hair and face look as cute as possible, just to fully forget why she even needed to go out in the first place. Though, I have to admit she does look nice. Her long, black skirt goes really well with the large curls in her hair, and the bright red lipstick gives her a really intense feminine appearance. If her personality was as impressive as her looks, then I might have considered her an option.
“Looks like you’re coming back to my place,” she laughs.
“Huh?! I don’t wanna go to your place.”
“Well, what else are we gonna do?”
“Give up. Let’s just meet up tomorrow.”
“I’m busy tomorrow. Today works better.”
“Well, today could’ve worked better if someone didn’t forget something important.”
“We all make mistakes, don’t we? Just follow me to my apartment. It’s only a five-minute ride from here.”
“If it’s only a five-minute ride, then go back and get it.”
“No. I don’t feel like it.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“You can’t be serious. What, never been to a girl’s place before?”
“Huh? I live in a girl’s place.”
“Then you must’ve never been to a pretty girl’s place before.”
I’m already pissed off, but I'd rather lose this fight than have to see her again on a different day. At least this way I can minimize the amount of time I have to spend with her.
We arrive at her apartment after a completely silent, way-more-than-five-minute train ride. It’s decently spacious with a warm, cozy vibe from all of the natural wood colors. I expected it to be nice, but unfortunately, I like it a little more than I want to.
“Welcome home, Nomi,” she teases.
“Fuck off,” I snarl. “It’s Naomi .”
“Aww, you embarrassed? I’m just tryna lighten up the mood, sweetie.”
“Call me that again and I’ll seriously beat your face in.”
“ Sweetheart .”
I drop my bag and roll up my sleeves, menacingly creeping towards her.
“I really will,” I threaten.
“Oh? Does that mean I get to fight back, darling?
“If you can, bitch.”
Suddenly, she strikes a hard punch directly into my stomach, making me cough.
“Wow! Did it hurt that bad?”
I glare at her with excitement in my eyes. I’ve been aching for a fight like this from the moment I met her. Given that neither of us is very strong, and also that we’re the same height with similar builds, I expect that I’ll probably have to take a few hits as well. But as long as I can land a couple of solid punches, I couldn’t care less what happens to me.
I immediately shake off the pain and shoot my fist forward, aiming directly for her stupid, pretty face. She shockingly blocks it with one hand, using the other to land another blow against my stomach. Before I can react, she sends a sharp slap right across my face and slams me against the wall.
She quickly grabs both of my arms, pinning them above my head while driving her knee against my torso. I’m left in an embarrassingly helpless state as I try to fight back.
“Aww, what’s wrong, honey?” Kaylee teases.
“What the fuck?!” I growl. “Why are you so fucking strong?!”
“You’re surprisingly weak. Do you eat enough?”
“Fuck you!”
She leaves me no room to move as her nails dig into my wrists.
“Let me fucking go!” I protest, struggling against her.
She doesn’t respond. I yell out a few more insults, but she still doesn’t respond.
Eventually, an entire two minutes go by without her saying a word. She’s purposely just staring at me, bathing herself in the sight of my shame. She knows that this position, along with her silence, is more humiliating than anything else.
“Are you embarrassed?” she scoffs.
“Fuck you,” I mumble.
“I’ve never heard you so quiet before. Maybe—”
“Fuck you.”
“Aww, come on. At least look at me whe—”
“Fuck you.”
She presses her knee further into my stomach, just enough to make it harder to breathe.
“Can you not think of anything else to say? Now look at me already. I miss your pretty eyes.”
I reluctantly listen, facing her and her stupidly big smirk.
“How obedient,” she purrs. “You should act like this more often.”
“Fuck yo—”
“Are you seriously gonna repeat the same thing over and over again? Y’know, your mouth doesn’t match that cute little face of yours.”
“Just shut up. How long are you gonna keep me here?”
“Until I feel like it.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
She finally relaxes her knee and allows me to breathe normally. I brace myself for another push, but to my surprise, nothing comes. Instead, I watch as her face shifts to a more stern, serious expression.
“Nomi, do you actually hate me?” she asks.
“What?”
“Do you hate me?”
“I do.”
“Do you actually?”
“Yes? I don’t ge—”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you’re frustrating.”
“So you hate me because of that?”
I can feel her slowly move her knee down and against my crotch.
“Are you sure?” she asks again.
“What are y—”
“I like you.”
“W-What?”
“I said I like you.”
“You… wait… fuck you. I’m not that gullible.”
Her knee presses forward, far enough to wrap my inner thighs around it.
“K-Kaylee, wha—,” I stutter as she cuts me off again.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t want this, right? Tell me to stop, and I will.”
My arms have completely fallen asleep from being pinned for so long, yet I can still feel the loosening of her grip around my wrists. Her expression shows a vulnerable sincerity that I’ve never once seen from her. She’s completely serious about this.
“I—I don’t understand.”
“Seriously? Are you really that dense? Is there actually nothing in that head of yours?”
“You’re just ass at explain—”
“I’m going to fuck your stupid fucking brains out. Right now.”
“...W-What?!”
She violently thrusts upwards, jamming her knee in between my legs and forcing me to stand on the end of my toes.
“If you don’t like it, then leave.”
“W-Wait! God, you’re so fucking frustrating! You don’t explain anything at all!”
“No, you’re just so fucking stupid that you can’t even understand something so simple! I’m going to fuck you! What more is there to understand?!”
“Don’t you hate me too?!”
“Obviously!”
“What?! Then that doesn’t make any sense!”
“It doesn’t have to!”
“GOD FUCKING—WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THIS WAY?! CAN’T YOU JUST FUCKING EXPLAIN LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!”
“FINE! I’M FUCKING OBSESSED WITH YOU, OKAY? I HATE YOU AND I’M OBSESSED WITH YOU AND I’M OBSESSED WITH YOU BECAUSE I HATE YOU! GET IT?! YOU’RE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT!”
“What…? Are you… serious…?”
“Naomi, you’re so annoying, you know that? But I like that. I like how angry and frustrated and insane I get over you. It just makes me feel so good. I love hating you, and I love how you hate me too.”
I can’t tell if I’m mad, confused, or embarrassed, but it's undeniable how dizzy her words are starting to make me feel. There’s almost a sense of familiarity in the things she's saying—as if I’ve thought the same things before.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking your stupid, slutty body for so long. I want to hear you moan and cry out my name. I want to make you lose control and become my little fucktoy.”
My heart is racing. Her knee is starting to feel more and more sensitive against my crotch, and I can feel a heat spreading throughout my body.
“So, Nomi,” her voice now calm and controlled. “Tell me right now. Do you want it too?”
“I… fuck… I…”
“Answer me.”
My crotch is already begging her to press harder, and I can no longer resist my honest desires.
“Fuck… just… just do it,” I mumble, swallowing my pride.
“Say it clearly.”
“I did, so just get on with it already.”
“No, you didn’t. I want to hear you say it clearly.”
“Fuck you! If you’re gonna act like this, then you won’t get what you want either!”
She suddenly moves her hand into my pants and presses a finger against my damp panties. I let out a small whimper as she teases me through my underwear.
“Oh my god. You just whimpered. I just made you fucking whimper . “
“S-Shut up.”
“I think you’re more desperate than I am.”
“Just shut up.”
“And you’re already so wet down here. Did you really think you could play hard to get?”
She stops.
“So tell me. What do you want, Nomi?”
“I… want you to fuck me.”
“Again.”
“JUST FUCK ME!”
“Wow. You give in so quickly to just a little bit of teasing.”
Her fingers start to move again, pressing harder and faster against the outline of my pussy. Fluids leak down both sides of my leg as I pant out of my mind.
“Let me hear your voice,” she whispers.
“F-Fuck off.”
“Do you want more?”
“...you stupid bitch…”
“Hmm?”
“Fuck you! Yes! I want more! Is that what you want to hear?!”
Kaylee laughs as she roughly jams three of her fingers past my panties, violently thrusting in and out of me. Even with my wetness, three fingers is still too painful to start with.
“F-Fuck! Slow down, you stupid fucking animal!”
“Is it too much for you? Does a little princess like you need me to be more gentle?”
“Yes, you bitch!”
Her fingers slow to a mockingly gentle speed. I can still feel it, considering she didn’t change the amount of fingers, but it's obvious that she’s just trying to tease me.
“You know this is too slow.”
“I’ll speed up again, but I want to see your boobs first.”
“Fine.”
She aggressively gropes me the moment I take off my bra, pressing long and hard against my erect nipples. Her rough squeezing makes the sensation all the more intense.
“D-Do you not know what it means to be gentle?”
“Stop complaining. You like it rough.”
“Not t-this rough.”
“Nomi, you’re dripping down to your feet. There’s a thick line of wetness on both sides of your pants.”
I look down. My pants are embarrassingly soaked, more than I knew was even possible.
“F-Fuck, I—”
Kaylee moves her fingers back inside of me, still using her other hand to crush my breasts. I cry out as my whimpers turn into loud, uncontrollable moans.
“So your voice does get cute,” she teases.
“F-Fuck you.”
“Your face is also cuter when you’re getting fucked.”
“You s—”
She suddenly smashes her lips against mine and intrudes my mouth with her tongue. I can’t even move my own tongue from how hard she’s pushing against it, leaving me to helplessly moan into her mouth.
Her groping and thrusting get rougher and faster, slowly melting away all the thoughts in my head. I can barely even tell what's happening anymore.
My knees buckle forward as my body grows weaker. The sensation between my legs is overwhelmingly intense, and my mind is going blank from asphyxiation. I frantically shove her face away with my hands.
“I can’t… fucking… breathe…” I mumble, wrapping my arms around her neck for support.
“Oh really? Does it feel that good to be fucked senseless by the girl you hate?”
I don’t even have the energy to respond. Seeing this, Kaylee immediately presses my clit with her thumb alongside the thrusting of her fingers. The soft, circular rubs of her thumb combined with her hard, violent fingering send shockwaves throughout my entire body. I let out a feral roar and slam my head back into the wall.
“Cum for me,” she coos, now moving her hands as fast as possible.
With one final motion, my mind explodes into a thoughtless pool of pleasure, leaving behind my pitiful, trembling body. My pussy quivers as my soaking wet thighs crush Kaylee’s hand further inside. Her voice is completely drowned out by the thundering of my heartbeat.
“Nomi, you alright?” She laughs as she spreads some of my juices over my face. “I’ve never seen someone orgasm this hard before. What a mess.”
“Ugh… y-you… fuck… never mind…”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Just… put me on the bed…”
“Are you serious? You’re not touching the bed with those pants.”
“Then… c-clean me up.”
“Why don’t you ask nicely?”
“Can you please… clean me up… stupid bitch…”
“Of course, sweetheart .”
Kaylee lets out a satisfied giggle before helping me to the shower.