I hate you, let’s fuck. [FM] [Hatefuck] (my first post!)

The list of things that Sierra liked about Jeremy could be summed up in two words.

His dick.

Everything else about him annoyed her. In fact, every time she saw him from across the room, the word ‘Idiot’ danced along her tongue. She’d hated him for years. No single event caused her to feel this way, but every time she saw him at a party she hated him more and more. Thankfully for her, they didn’t do a lot of talking whenever they were actually alone together.

Of course, Jeremy couldn’t find anything to like about Sierra other than how she would ride that dick of his. She was snobby and rude to just about everyone. And no matter what he said, she’d find a way to retort with a personal insult. And Jeremy could never let it lie.

They were both like that. Everything had to escalate. One night, a shouting match over the benefits of negging on social media had led to one of the most vile verbal exchanges two people ever had. Finally, their friends scattered to give them space to work things out.

That night, they discovered when they got angry enough, they both got turned on. Their belittlement would turn into mocking touches, and their insults became prodding dares. And hate fucking was a lot more fun than either of them had predicted. It was the ultimate way to one up one another. When no other victory is in reach, hearing your adversary beg for you to let them cum certainly feels like a triumph. The power play of trying to beat one another’s logic had easily morphed into trying to make their body shudder with release.

That was their new normal. They ran in the same social circles and every Friday night they would find themselves in the same place. Both would drink too much, rationalize it as fuel for the fight, and then they would make sure that they found somewhere. ANYWHERE, that they could be alone for just a few minutes.

This week was no exception. Jeremy had been drinking scotch all night. Sierra had called him a pretentious asshole with a vinyl collection of hipster bullshit. Jeremy had reminded her that she was drinking a pink panty dropper but she was so slutty she probably hadn’t worn panties since she was in high school.

That’s all it took. The two were at each other’s throats and they moved out to the garage. Though neither would admit it, the arguing was absolutely foreplay for them both. Neither of them ever wanted to ‘lose’ to the other, so they would go for the throat and keep attacking until the other would show even the smallest hint of weakness. Then they would pounce.

“How dare you call me a slut!” Sierra said angrily as she paced back and forth beside the work bench.

“Well, if the stiletto fits, princess.” Jeremy said with a snarl.

“Oh, please. You would be so lucky. I’ve seen the hipster trailer trash you like. Someone with standards would be a step up.” Sierra snarled back. “But then again, if they had standards, they wouldn’t be fucking you.”

“Careful now. Slippery slope there.” Jeremy said slugging back a hit of his drink. The way he threw his head back exposed his neck. Sierra liked the way his wavy black hair flowed when he moved.

“Go to hell. You know there’s nothing about you to like.” Sierra said glaring at him as she threw her cup over toward the trash can and not really caring if it went in or not. Jeremy took a step closer and she could see him straining against his jeans already. Her mouth started to water and she felt a heat growing in her stomach in anticipation, but she would never admit it. “Well, one thing. But even that’s not very good.” She snapped.

“That’s not what you said last time.” Jeremy said. His eyes trailed down Sierra. Her royal blue dress was painted over her curves. Every part of her was just the right size for him to grab. She even looked good with the shade of blue and her perpetual so-cal tan. She’d pulled that ridiculous barbie blonde hair up into a ponytail. It swished around her shoulders as she shook her head at him. “Pretty sure you were about to moan my name.” Jeremy said setting his glass on the table before he took another step closer to her.

“You wish, asshole.” Sierra said. “Take back what you said.”

Jeremy closed the distance between them in a flash. “Prove me wrong.” He said angrily. His tone carried more lust now, but the blinding hate he felt toward Sierra was still clear. He hated her for who she was and also for how she made him feel. How he would fantasize about arguing with her and fucking her all week. How he would look forward to shutting her up by putting his dick in her mouth to get just a moment of sweet silence from her shrill voice.

“How?” Sierra said, looking up at him. His broad shoulders towered over her, and she could just see the bit of hair poking out from where his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. She hated him even more for ticking off every box on what she found attractive physically.

Jeremy grabbed the edges of her dress. “I bet you’re not wearing underwear, are you?” Sierra’s eyes narrowed and Jeremy started to peel her dress upward. “If I win, I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Until you scream my name.”

As his hands painted smoothly up her hips, Sierra just watched him. Her crystal blue eyes never once looking like she would back down. And sure enough when he lifted it up to her hips he found no underwear. No hair other than a small little patch just at the top. Jeremy reached down and traced his hand roughly between her legs. “I win.” He said smugly.

“Good guess, dick.” Sierra said. Of course she would never admit that she never wore panties to these parties simply because she expected to hook up with him after a fight. “Do your fucking best, though there is no way I’m going to scream for you. But maybe it won’t be boring.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jeremy said rolling his eyes. He knew she was many things. But bored when he was fucking her brains out was not one of them. “Just shut up and suck it.” He said unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock. He was larger than average and there was no curve like some men had. It was a picturesque dick. Sierra had never had one quite so large and she hated how she had started to crave it inside of her anywhere she could get it. She stared at him for a moment and Jeremy grinned to see her intense gaze on him before she made eye contact again. He just looked at her and quirked his eyebrow as he lifted his drink and took another sip.

“Douchebag.” Sierra said. But she was already in the process of kneeling. The cold cement of the garage floor bit into her knees as she got into position. Jeremy’s hand knotted around her blonde ponytail and he thrust into her waiting mouth. Sierra coughed slightly and Jeremy gave her a few more shallow thrusts to get used to it before returning to the deeper ones. She was very good at sucking dick, and she knew that Jeremy had never had anyone as good as her. It was a point of pride to her to see how he would try to hold back, but he’d never be able to completely hide that spark in his dark eyes as she would work her tongue all the way along him.

Jeremy groaned a little, but hid it in the scotch. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. He polished off the last of his drink and set the cup down. He looked down at her and watched the way her full red lips would slide along his cock. She was so warm and soft. It felt annoyingly good. He wanted to stop this. Find someone he didn’t despise. But the truth was that she was made for fucking and he just couldn’t help it.

The music from the party swelled as some people inside cheered. They knew they didn’t have long. Not that they wanted it either. The longer they spent together the less chance they had at avoiding the cooldown where they realized they really did hate one another when they weren’t coming. So they wanted to get away from one another in a hurry.

Sierra spread her legs. Jeremy watched her as she used one of her hands to start tracing fast strokes over her own clit to match the movements of her head. “You don’t want me to do that?” He said.

Sierra kinda did. He was good at it. “No. You have no idea what to do down there.” She said pausing and jerking him off with her hand as she spoke. “You have the coordination and finesse of uncooked spaghetti.” She put her mouth back around him.

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. Just don’t rip your clit off with those acrylics.” He said shaking his head. Sierra flipped him off and he smirked to see that the gesture was also to show off her nails. “Just got them done, eh?” She nodded and carried on.

Jeremy was starting to get close and so was Sierra. The quick and dirty aspect of these hookups was a turn-on for them both. Jeremy reached down and lifted her up. She stood and wiped her mouth, fixing the slight smudge she could feel in her lipstick. Jeremy stepped back and fished a condom out of his pocket. “Planning on taking home some trash like yourself tonight?” Sierra quipped as she hopped up onto the worktable.

“Well, I knew you were gonna be here.” Jeremy snapped back. He rolled it on and stepped closer as Sierra stared at him. He tugged her legs apart and looked at her. The little tiny hint of hair juxtaposed the perfectly bare labia. “Cute. Next time get a heart waxed in there.” He said. He reached his hand down to touch her. She was already a little pink and swollen up with arousal from touching herself. But he reached there and carefully slid two fingers in.

Sierra hissed her breath out. The closest she could get to the moan she wanted while still making it clear that she didn’t like him. Jeremy didn’t care. He just moved forward and replaced the fingers with his cock. They both stifled a groan. It felt amazing. Like they were made to fuck one another. But the problem was all the other parts didn’t line up.

Sierra rolled her hips closer and Jeremy started thrusting in response. They didn’t try to be slow or delicate with each other. They just fucked. There would be no kissing, no gentle caresses, no check ins to make sure the other was getting what they wanted. They were getting off. But they were in charge for themselves. Jeremy grabbed around Sierra’s waist and pulled her closer to the edge. “Lift yourself off the table.” He said tugging her ass forward.

“Fuck you, hold me up.” Sierra said, lifting herself only slightly.

Jeremy groaned. But he did. They were getting frantic at this point. It never took long. Sierra was tight around Jeremy and he groaned against her chest as he nipped at her through her dress. Sierra tightened her legs around him and he thrust harder. The two of them became a blur as they grabbed at each other in the frantic final push to get off.

Sierra was first this time. She had her hand on her clit and with Jeremy sliding in and out so fast she couldn’t hold off. She gritted her teeth and groaned softly. Hiding it behind her lips until the gasps forced their way out. Jeremy felt her tighten down on him and he came after just a few more thrusts of his own. He frowned against her chest, rolling his hips just a few final times as the orgasm passed before he stumbled back.

Neither spoke at first. Jeremy tugged the condom off and threw it away as Sierra stood up and smoothed her dress back down over her hips. As he turned she had fished a compact out of her purse and she was fixing her makeup. “Next time wear underwear.” Jeremy said. “At least make it a challenge.”

Sierra looked over. “There is not going to be a next time.” She lied blatantly.

“I’ve heard that too.” Jeremy said. He fished a clove cigarette out of his pocket and held it out to her. He only bought them to piss her off at this point.

“Ugh, no. Those are for hipsters or teenagers, and I’m neither.” Sierra said. She shook her head and headed back through the door and into the house once more.

Jeremy stood there. He lit the cigarette and took a slow drag to begin slowing his rapid heartbeat. He figured it would give him a chance to calm down and cover up any chance that someone would know what they were doing out here. He couldn’t think of anything worse than someone knowing he’d had sex with Sierra. After a few minutes the host came out to get some more beers from the fridge and he happily helped carry extras in as though he had only come out to grab a smoke away from the others.

Back inside, the two of them avoided one another completely. They weren’t in the mood for fighting again. Not until next week.

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