𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

Hate sex || Curly Shepard

(Credit to greasergirls on tumblr)

"Just stay the night," Curly hissed. "You know how your parents are." The statement left your heart stinging, and judging by the flickering flame of sobriety glowing in his dark eyes, he knew it, too.

He would never admit to it. You agreed to stay in one of the bedrooms located in the house. It was a close friend of both you and Curly that threw the party, someone you used to run with.

The only emotion you felt towards him at the beginning of the night was disgust, hatred. The longer you inhaled his cologne, the more indecisive and lip-bitingly anxious you felt.

"Maybe you should slow down your drinking," he said, assisting you to the unassuming queen-sized bed.

You rolled your eyes at his bitter, arrogant suggestion, but your heart fluttered with nostalgia at the way he escorted you; large hands holding you protectively through flimsy, thin fabric.

"Maybe you should stop being so much of a dick," you suggested, climbing on top of the bed  slowly with caution.

"Go, wrap things up. I'll be fine here." Curly huffed, expression unreadable.

"Alright," he nodded coolly, turning for the door. "I'm staying in this bed tonight." Groggily, you let out a word of understanding, expecting just as much.

He left, closing the door. You turned in the unfamiliar bed. Away from the thin stripe of yellow light shining from under the door and into the pitch black, empty room.

It was close to 3:30 AM when Curly entered the room with prison walls smelling of cigarettes, cologne, and whiskey.

You had grown to miss the deadly combination, even though it was toxic.

"You sobered up yet?" He asked your turned back, climbing under the covers fully dressed.

You didn't know if that made you feel better or worse. At the lack of a response, Curly grabbed your waist softly in concern, pulling you towards him in a way that was supposed to be delicate, but appeared predatory. "Huh, babe?"

"I'm good," you answered, turning and positioning yourself on your elbows.

Curly watched as you ran a hand through your hair, eyes bloodshot yet somewhat, distantly blissful.

"How are you, anyway?" Curly started, warm breath as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Keeping Nick company, now? How about my brother?" Your hormones were becoming apparent due to the proximity, despite the fact that he'd just sent a fiery dose of anger throughout you.

"You're such a dick," you laughed, dry and bitter, in awe. His brother? It was hard to feel so passionately for him but hate every fiber of his very being.

Curly pushed you onto your back, lazily. "And you're a bitch sometimes." He took off his shirt and climbed out of jeans under the covers, then turned to you.

"I hate you," you simpered as his large, familiar hands felt every smooth curve of your body as he worked your dress off of you.

"I hate you so much," you whispered, but really you hated how the trail his hands left burned your flesh.

"No, I hate you," he barked.

"I'll give you what you deserve, princess," Curly coaxed, hovering over you. His lips quickly and sloppily attached to your neck where he sucked the soft skin hard.

He nipped you and left bruises as you arched your core into him, knowing just what it did for both of you.

The fierce friction was almost too much, you used him for such shallow gratification.

"Fuck me," you ordered, gripping his big shoulder. "Like you never have before, Curly. I'm sick of this shit."

He tore your bra off of you, groping your perky breasts painfully as he licked the roundness and sensitive nipples he was so accustomed to.

His grip on your ribs was crushing. You held his head to your chest, pulling hard on his curls. Then, your hands roamed a little lower, to the base of his tanned neck by his prominent collarbones.

"You're such a slut," he groaned, a hand slithering down to your panties.

He pushed against your fabric, moaning at extreme slickness he discovered. "So fucking wet. I thought you hated me, baby?"

Your hands released him as you let out a foreign sound. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Curly flipped you into doggy style.

He took out his angry cock and smacked it against your flesh a few times. "You're gonna take this cock, aren't you?" He teased.

Judging by his length, he'd been thinking about this all night. Without letting you respond, Curly grabbed you forcefully and lifted you into him, reaching around you to cup one breast.

Pleased with the angle he thrusted his cock fully inside of your pussy, hitting the spot he knew would leave you crying into his ear.

He proceeded to fuck you mercilessly. The shallow sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tiny room, and you realized just how disgusting this was.

Curly pulled your hair, pounding into you, delivering all of the sense he thought you needed.

The carnivorous need for each other's bodies was so evident, desperation filled the air. You pushed your hips away, feeling his hard member slip out slowly of you, to reposition.

When you straddled him, you rode him with speed you didn't know you had.

Your hips ground angrily against his as he groaned your name, laying back and watching the furious bounce of your tits.

When you came close, he lapped at you, sucking hard and drawing you to your climax.

You whined, pulling hard at his hair to keep him against you. "Fuck," you cried, arching and grinding relentlessly, instinctively into him.